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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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By Way of Spontaneity (Part 8)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: INBOX IS HERE. I know you wanna scream. :) 

Originally posted by pandasubaru

Bucky snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, calling out your name. After what seemed like hours, you blinked and looked up at him, your face crestfallen. He slowed down the car significantly as he leaned over to you, to try to see your screen.

You shook your head and brought the phone to your chest. “No.”

“What’s wrong with you? What did you see?”

Before you could answer, Nat’s screeching voice tore through the device’s speaker and you startled, bringing it up to your ear.


“Did you see it? Oh, my God! Did you see the freakin’ picture?”

“Yes,” you answered curtly. “I saw it.”

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8 Common Misconceptions about Sugaring

1. It’s Easy

If I had a penny for every dumb and naive little girl I saw on Tumblr trying to break into the sugar bowl, I’d be a millionaire. From what you read on Tumblr, it may sound like this glamorous, exciting, luxurious lifestyle, but in reality it’s from it. As referenced from a different post, you are the one making the sacrifice in this equation, even if the social construct of our society places money over sex. The amount that your SD is likely paying you is disposable income to him. It is chump change in his pocket that he is looking to blow on something worthwhile. That something is y-o-u, darling. 

It’s not easy to sift through the sugar and salt daddies on SA. Truth be told it is dangerous if you don’t do your screening well. Sometimes you can spend hours and hours and hours sending messages and come up with nothing but salts. Sometimes you’ll go on a date and it will be great, but he’ll ghost on you. There may be SD’s who try to undercut your worth by implying you’re a whore… best advice: don’t let them. Know your worth and that you’re the whole, delicious goddamn pie in this equation. 

You are the one getting his rocks off. You are the one sacrificing your dignity by going to dinner with a man old enough to be either your grandfather or father. You are the one clearing your busy schedule for him and spending time with him when you could be pursuing other relationships with people your own age. You are the one having sex with someone you would honestly never be attracted to if it weren’t for his money. You are the one with everything to lose.

Sugaring is not easy. In some ways, escorting is easier because after the hour is up, they’re gone. With sugaring, sometimes there is no time limit or sometimes the time limit stretches on and on and on. You just don’t know. So no, to anyone who says it’s easy– it’s not easy. Sometimes you may go months at a time without an SD. That’s just how the sugar bowl is.

2. Girls who sugar are whores / dumb bimbos / gold diggers / or crackheads with no other option…

Girls who sugar are hustlas, bosses, and head bitches who know their worth. That is quite a difference from whores, dumb bimbos, and gold diggers. Want to know a secret? The most successful SB’s are the ones who are the best businesswomen– who don’t do drugs, who have a good head on their shoulders, and who know how to suck a man dry using their charm and wit. None of these things can be accomplished without a good sense of business, a mind geared towards money, and generally just having high self esteem. Girls who sugar are generally sex positive and non-judgmental. Your local sugarbaby is likely a student, and probably knows her way around a textbook just as well as dick. She is probably that girl who always had that something special in her eye, who the boys lusted after, the girls hated, and who your little brother’s friends probably jacked off to in the shower. To be a sugar baby, you have to be enthralling. She ain’t your average hoe– and the best SB’s are always the most exceptional. 

3. It’s glamorous

FOR THE TENTH TIME. BEING A SUGAR BABY IS NICE FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY, BUT CAN WE STOP GLAMORIZING IT. It makes me want to knock myself unconscious every single time I read a tweet or a meme about stupid girls making jokes about becoming a sugar baby and how easy it would be, or how they want to sugar but don’t want to have sex with old dudes. Hate to break it to ya honey, you’re going to be having sex with old dudes. That’s a part of the game. Love it or hate it, don’t romanticize it if you can’t take it.

4. You’ll be making a 6k+ a month allowance upon entering the bowl

Whichever stupid Tumblr blogs deluded new babies into believing they’re going to land a 6k+ allowance first go around the sugar bowl are clearly factually incorrect. Any SB knows that it takes some serious pulling to even get 2.5k+, and luck/a whole lot of patience dealing with frogs to land a whale daddy. Chances are, you’ll be making scraps until you learn how to play the game and hit the right targets.

5. All sugar babies wear designer clothing

Honestly only the materialistic sugar babies wear head to toe Givenchy. Most SB’s would rather save their money and invest responsibly rather than blow it all on brand name clothes. There are numerous guides out there on how to look the part without spending the part, if you catch my drift. Anyone can sugar regardless of current financial status… you just have to know how to carry yourself.

6. There’s only one right way to sugar

This is something that’s a common misconception amongst SB’s. But I’ll tell you right now– whatever works, works. Freestyling is fine if you know how to do it. Looking through SA, Tinder, Ashley Madison, whatever it is, if it works for you and you’re being safe about it, it’s fine. There’s no right way to sugar– just do your research before you jump into anything is all I’m going to say.

7. Platonic SB’s fall from the sky raining cash like Santa Claus

I think this is the most unrealistic expectation set forth by the Tumblr community and the sugar blogs out there that are fake. I will tell you from a sugar baby, firsthand, PLATONIC ARRANGEMENTS ARE NEARLY NONEXISTENT. They are, essentially, the unicorns of the sugaring world and you will have serious issuing finding a daddy who will give you the time of day if you cannot even entertain the thought of eventual intimacy. That’s just how it is. If someone is offering you an outrageous sum of money for a merely platonic relationship, it’s probably a scam.

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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Starters: Things I Have Said While Playing Video Games
  • “I will shove your throat down your throat.”
  • “Oh. Oh, you have just called up the devil. You will tremble before me, and beg for mercy, and I’ll laugh in your stupid face because FUCK YOU.”
  • “Oh, suck my left nut.”
  • “I will fucking end you. I will end you so hard that your ancestors will feel shame and your family will weep upon your grave.”
  • “I mean, he is only avenging his dead brother. You can’t really begrudge him that.”
  • “Are you fucking sweating on me?”
    “Oh. Veeeeery clever, you massive cockmuffin.”
  • “Everything is pain and I regret going down this path!”
  • “Oh, great, more naked people.”
  • “I’m sorry for invalidating your gender identity!”
  • “What?! That was my fucking money! Fuck you, secret police.”
  • “I hate living in a communist country.”
  • “Okay. So. We had to kill your uncle to make life easier for all of us.”
  • “I show up, and everything’s on fucking fire. For the love of God, how? And why?”
  • “Oh joy. More tedious drudgery.”
  • “If I were a lesser man, I’d be shitting myself right now.”
  • “He might actually be gayer than me. Unlikely, but possible.”
  • “Sigmund Freud would have a goddamn FIELD day with this.”
  • “Nice try, sugartits.”
  • “I appreciate you inviting me to your strip club.”
  • “This was supposed to be a stupid joke. How did it get so real?”
  • “Do not fuck the doctor! What is wrong with you?”
  • “I want to be the spiritual embodiment of pudding.”
  • “Nothing inspires a murderous rage in me more than comic sans.”
  • “Okay, I’m sorry I killed everyone you love, but can’t we talk about this?”
  • “I wish my legs were as fabulous as yours.”
  • “Oh, you think I won’t arrest you because we’re friends? Is that what you fucking think? Well you’re fucking RIGHT.”
  • “I just stabbed a bitch to death with a pair of scissors. God, I love Tuesdays.”
  • “Part of me wants to fuck you. The other part wants to laugh at you for looking like a My Chemical Romance reject.”
  • “Oh, fuck you for trying to teach me a lesson about morals.”
  • “Literally nobody asked your opinion.”
  • “Fuck you, you’re not my mom.”
  • “I want to slather you with bees.”
  • “I’ve never been so aroused and terrified in my life.”
  • “Here’s an idea: go to church.”
  • “Something about you just looks evil.”
  • “Finally! I’ve turned you gay!”
  • “Fuck me up, anthropomorphic Daddy.”
  • “I’m starting to come to the conclusion that you’re kind of a dick.”
  • “Eat one MILLION dicks.”
In love with The Wolverine

First time posting a “x reader” on Tumblr…Sorry for any mistakes, I’m French…And hope you’ll enjoy blahblahblah.

WARNING : Mention of sex. Mention of violence.

Look at this amazing drawing @audreythetealovingcat made inspired by this story : right here if you wanna see it click right here

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Logan runs as fast as he can. As far as he can remember, he never ran that fast, that long. His heart beats loudly in his chest, and he’s sure it’s going to burst out of his body within minutes. 

His legs ache, he has been running for quite a while now..

But he doesn’t care. He’s got to save her. He HAS to save her, no matter what.

He curses at himself for slowing down, exhausted, but he doesn’t stop.
He wishes he could be faster, hoping that he won’t arrive too late.
He knew this would happen one day, he knew it. 

And yet he stayed with you, putting your life in danger, too much of a coward to leave the one he considered the love of his life.
And now, he was probably going to loose you…

He accelerated once more, running as fast as he could.


Today marked the 7th anniversary of you teaching at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, and fun coincidence, also your twenty sixth birthday, and your friends prepared a rather big party for you. It was suppose to be a surprise, but Kitty let it out by mistake over breakfast a few days ago. 

She was casually talking with her boyfriend, Piotr, when she asked what he was going to wear for (Y/N)’s party…not realizing you were just next to her sipping on a nice warm cup of coffee. When she did realized however, she apologized profusely, and made you and Piotr swear you wouldn’t say anything to Logan.
You had smiled gently to her, and swore. 

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This was written for the cheesy pickup line challenge from @impalaimagining I picked line #18 and it’s highlighted in the text.

As always: let me know what you think, I love hearing from you guys (keep in mind that English isn’t my first language). And let me know if you want on - or off - my tag list.

Word count: 1082

”He said what?” You rolled back in your seat, laughing madly at Sam’s tale. “And… did it work?” you added, wiping a tear from your cheek.

Sam exhaled hard through his nose. “What do you think?”

Imagining the wounded look on Dean’s face was enough to launch you into another fit of laughter. After regaining control and a somewhat dignified expression again, you glanced quickly at your best friend. He was working his charm on some girl by the bar, and the way she slowly leaned towards him, exposing more and more of her cleavage, told you with some certainty that you and Sam would have the room to yourself tonight.

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hey, guys! so as you all (hopefully) know, it’s valentine’s day!!!
so firstly, happy valentine’s day <3
secondly, i do feel quiet bad that i’ve been pretty MIA this past few days, and i’m so grateful to all of you guys for sticking with me. thirdly, i hit 1.5k yesterday, which i cannot believe! thank you so much, all of you!
along with this, i just really, really want to convey how deeply i care for all of you guys. i’m not very well-liked irl, and it’s really tough to have lost so many friends in such a short span of time, hence, i’m so so so SO grateful for all of you, even if we’ve never interacted, because you’re the ones that get me through the days. :)
so i figured, why get three (love)birds with one stone, and celebrate with some mutuals appreciation? let’s go!

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HOW TO: Be a Theatre Student


The most common negative quality in Theatre Students is a lack of appreciation. There are so many individuals in this world who feel forced into career paths that have nothing to do with their true passion. We are so lucky to be allowed to follow such a unique dream, and to bring joy to so many audiences. Remember even when completing difficult assessments, or doing back to back late nights, we are working towards something bigger. Being appreciative and passionate is an inspiring quality. Embody this. 


We are extremely lucky in my course to be taught by a group of working Professionals, not Lecturers. Although you will spend every day with them, remember they are Professionals who deserve respect. They will be your most valuable resource. Do not waste their time. Ask questions. Drink in all that you can. They will know you better than you know yourself. Theatre Professionals in the Industry do not have time to stop mid-show and explain their decision making. Working with such people is an amazing privilege. Use it. 


As well as observing the Tutors methods, also observe the other students around you. Before screaming about how much potential you have, take time to watch other students succeed and fail. Take from their methods the aspects you want to incorporate into your own practice. Never ignore the potential of those sitting next to you to have incredible ideas. 


Theatre School will immerse you in an environment of external opportunities. My school offers a variety of non-assessed events that we can volunteer to work on. We are also able to be hired as Venue Technicians for weekend work. I would highly recommend using these as platforms to practice your craft and keep you fresh. This will make you a known face around campus, and give you extra experience your peers may not have. It’s easy to get stuck in the classroom. Remember you are here for live art! 


Every day we are surrounded by current and future industry professionals. Although you should feel safe to make mistakes, know that the way you act now is being constantly monitored and will be remembered. Try to handle stressful situations with grace, and always have an air of professionalism about you. People in theatre are good judges of character. Think quickly, and be respectful.


You are completing a Stage Management course. A Stage Manager’s first job is to be a time keeper… So meet your goddamn deadlines. Seriously. There is nothing that makes Tutors cringe more than seeing Students getting extension after extension when they are training to be a professional organiser. Your ability to stay on top of work, even that unrelated to productions, is being judged as part of your work ethic. Although sometimes it is overwhelming, remember this time of your life will end and you DO have the ability to complete the work in good time. Write the essay. Read the play. It will get you one step closer to theatre.  


Although Theatre School can sometimes be a competitive atmosphere, it is important to remember that teaching others actually teaches you. I do my best learning when I have to explain concepts or procedures to someone who doesn’t understand them. Although sometimes you want to keep your knowledge close to your chest, be generous with your learning. It will consolidate the knowledge in your mind, and doing favours for others does not go unnoticed.


You also need to find your own moral ground on when to stop pulling friends across the line. As with any Degree, at the end of the day you need to all individually be capable enough to walk into a theatre and create a Prompt Copy, or set up a console. Don’t do all the work for people who aren’t interested in learning for themselves. Sometimes it takes a blown system or poor grade or yelling Director to wake a Student up. Ensure your work is always  high quality, but it is not your responsibility to manage any other work load. Do not get walked all over. This education is yours.


Use this time to Stock Up! Create useful templates and file them nicely for you to use once you’re in the Industry. Buy a Stage Management Kit, and begin slowly stocking up throughout your time at University. Invest in the Tools you deem most useful. Buy the Stage Management book you keep reading from the Library. Collect the elements you want to be a part of your professional practice. This is the perfect time to gather resources. Do not waste it.


The best advice I received at the commencement of my First Year was to not give up your personal life for a 9.00AM-6.00PM Monday to Friday course. I was ready to give everything away. I moved out of home to be closer to the city, worked through my weekends, and over the year stopped caring about my friends, family and other interests (including this blog!). Let me tell you, this does not get you ahead in your career. It left me lonely, and vulnerable to toxic relationships that I didn’t need. You need a well balanced life and support system to be good at your job. You need to be healthy and happy to inspire passion in those working for you. My best work of the year was during my November production, once I had realised this the hard way. Make an effort with your friends, stay with your family, have other hobbies that make you happy. Don’t throw your life away just because you got an acceptance letter. If this career is going to sustain your whole life, it needs to fit into your whole life. Theatre is not the only beautiful thing in this world. Just look around. You might surprise yourself. 

Best of luck to the 2017 First Years in all the kickass Theatre Courses around the world. I’m here for every single one of you! 

Ella X

Birthdays and Broken Bones // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff

Words: 3.0k

Relationship Status: together

Warnings: swearing, broken bones, hospitals

Summary: Dan hadn’t intended for this day to be particularly stress-filled. It was supposed to be easy, calming, and like a nice holiday that he definitely deserved. That’s what being in Manchester was supposed to do.That didn’t happen.

A/N: My friend recently broke her leg so I based this slightly off that experience. :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, love your blog, I wanted to know your opinion, it occurs to me after 12x10, that at some point they are gonna make Cas change for a female vessel again so they can make Destiel happen but without taking risks there was so much emphasis in angels not having gender. Thanks!

Hi, thank you so much!

I don’t think we need to worry about that, because the female!Cas solution would create more problems than it would solve. I mean, people who are against Destiel claim they don’t see it at all, so turning Cas into a woman would still be perceived as forcing him on Dean, I guess? Plus, some of those people want the story to be about the brothers right up to the end - a last episode/season where Sam and Dean are both in happy relationships would be a complete letdown for them. As for the other side, a woman playing Cas would be an absolute betrayal, and it would (rightly) spark up those homophobia claims again, because lookie here, when we had Misha you were denying anything even existed and now Cas’ a woman suddenly she and Dean are smooching all over the place and fuck you. 

No, it’d be a complete clusterfuck.

It’s likely that a female!Cas could be used to tell Dean it’s actually allowed to feel something for his goddamn angel, but, here again, this would work only if Dean was actually straight. I once knew a couple who went through this - a straight guy fell in love with his gay best friend and panicked and had to readjust his entire worldview and even now they’re together and disgustingly happy his boyfriend’s like, the only man in the world the guy finds attractive? So these things are sweet, and they do happen. But as I said - in Dean’s case, it’s a bit late to pretend he’s 100% straight (about 12 seasons late), so I’m not sure what a female!Cas would accomplish, if anything.

(I still want Dean to stay up half the night looking for information about that 1901 thing, however, but that’s a personal pet peeve of mine - how little interest the boys seem to take in this immortal creature who’s right there and has seen mostly everything and speaks ALL the languages, including dog and cat, and why the hell aren’t you asking him questions 24/7, you twats? 

But, then again, we know Sam and Dean do things offscreen, and we know some of those things include research and being giant nerds - like, when did Dean learn that spell he used against Toni? And what happens now Sam knows it’s possible to use Enochian magic? And Jesus, why are we never shown these things, ever? It’s so damn interesting!)

Anyway - in my opinion, the best way out of this is to establish Dean’s bisexuality first, and deal with the Cas situation later - I remember reading a very detailed post about this, but I can’t remember who wrote it (if you’re reading, man, please let me know so I can credit you) - something like, a normal monster of the week episode but the person who calls them and needs help is actually this boy Dean hooked up with in high school. That other post had a whole summary for this story, and, again, I don’t remember the details - in my head, right now, it probably goes something like this - Sam and Dean arrive in Nowhere Town, New Jersey, and they meet this Nicky person in a diner - only Sam does a noticeable double-take, because Nicky? That Nicky? He always assumed Nicky was a girl, because he remembers Dean getting in trouble with Dad when he disappeared a whole weekend with ‘Nicky’ to go to some concert, and the way Dean talked about it and kept calling Nicky from every phone booth he could find once they hit the road again - not to mention the note Sam had found in one of Dean’s school books, and he wasn’t snooping, swear to God, he was just - well, Sam was sure - and instead, here he is, Nicky Taliaferro, a grinning, tattooed, badly shaven menace who’ll later drink both of them under the table. And maybe at the end of the hunt, once the whatever-its-name is dead, Sam will glance at Dean as they drive back to the Bunker and go, ‘So Nicky’s a nice, uhm, guy’ and Dean will sort of growl and scoff, ‘It’s a free country, right’ and Sam will reply ‘I was just saying’ and ‘Yeah, I know what you were saying, shut up’ and then Dean will turn the radio on and that will be it, and Sam will know and Dean won’t give a damn that Sam now knows, and we will be certain as well because of all those flashbacks and young!Dean being completely flustered and adorable and it will be a day of rainbows and unicorns and our government will probably hand out free kitties to everyone. 

And as for Cas and Destiel - well - I’m a sucker for the good, old bedsharing trope, because it’s canon that Cas feels lonely, and that it must be particularly boring and depressing at night, when Sam and Dean are sleeping in their rooms and Cas is - where, exactly? pulling bits of string on a crime board, or cataloguing the Bunker’s books, or maybe pottering around in the kitchen, or painting his toenails, who even knows - and I just want Dean to see this and acknowledge it and get into this habit of staying up later and later every night, finally falling asleep next to Cas on some couch (where is our damn couch? honestly), and then it’s just a thing - sharing motel rooms when they go on hunts, sitting too close in bars and pubs, and next it just - happens - because, well, as much as I want them to talk it out, I doubt either of them knows how, and that doesn’t make me sad or bitter at all, and I never ever think about it because I’m a completely functional adult.

ALRIGHT ELLA SINCE I GUESS I’M SUCH A  BIG NAME FANDOM BULLY ,   I’M GONNA BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE   CALL OUT POST !!!   are we ready guys ?   this one is gonna be a doozy .   hold on to your seats ,   because  @LEGILLIMENCYY  is definitely a  stealer ,   and i’m sick of the way she has treated my good friend  ally ,   as well as others on this stupid fucking website .

i had made  a smaller post  about this last night for my followers ,   but since this problem has  continued  to escalate ,   ella has given me  no other choice .   we are here now ,   in this  toxicity  called  call out culture .   i’m normally not a fan of it ,   but this time i had to speak up .   ally is my  friend ,   a long time friend at that .   and when you fuck with her ,   you fuck with me .

so let’s start at the  beginning ,   shall we ?   the basis of everything you’ve  stolen ?   i say your   theme insp.  is as good a place to start as any :

i just …   wow .   that is …   that is some  damn good   inspiration  you stole there ,  huh ?   ripped off practically her entire edited agirlingrey code ,   right down to the  font styles and link placements .   i can’t even give you ps credit because even your bg image looks extremely similar to ally’s .   so i guess  kudos  to you for knowing how to steal other people’s codes .

but you didn’t  stop  there ,   did you ?   no ,   of course not !   why  would you ?   you were already stealing her code ,   why not go ahead and steal some of her  headcanon’s  too ?

wow dude .   just wow .   did you even  rewrite  it ?   or just  copy / paste ?   and yes ,   please make sure to look at the  hovered dates  on each :   ally’s is from  6 months ago ,   while ella’s  copied version  dates back less than a week to even  HOURS  at least .   you even stole her  tag name ,   which is pretty  sad .

and then ,   when you were finally called out on your stealing ,   you  BLOCKED  ally for calmly trying to talk to you ,   for  ASKING  you to take down  HER  content .   it was only after  i and a few others  started sending messages that you  BLOCKED US AS WELL ,   and then  messaged  ally with the most   insincere ,   bullshit excuse ever heard ever up to date :

i see  a lot  of things  wrong  with this ,   so let’s just name them off ,   shall we ?   1 .    and none of us  –  with the exception of oc blogs  –  actually created these characters so to claim any kind of originality to anything is honestly bull.          i just …   what ?   what kind of  fresh hell  is this ?   that is like ,   the  shittiest excuse  ever made up ,   like ever .   that’s like a  7 year old  who knows they did wrong trying to  back track  and get out of the blame .   i just want you to know ,   that every writer is laughing right now .   we are all laughing ,   because that is honestly the  stupidest  thing i have ever fucking read in my entire life .

2 .    but since you and your little group of friends are all worked up about it i’ll delete my headcanons and kind of start my blog over.          fuck ,   i would  love  to stop you right there ,   but there’s  so much more  i need to get to .   um .   ally’s friend group  ISN’T  little .   there are  loads  of people on this site that have her back ,   and  love  her for being the person she is ,   not the   fake sickly sweet  bitch you think she is .   oh ,   and  yes  ella ,   i have the screenshot  of that ask ,   too !   you know ,   the one you  deleted ?   let’s post that too ,   huh ?

oh wow ,   and look at all those  vague posts  there too ;   newsflash ,   ella :   that anon on the right ,   the one who called you worthless ?   that wasn’t ally .   ally doesn’t stalk your blog .   i think you kind of have that  backwards  huh ?   considering all your headcanon posts are hers from what ,   6 months back ?   i think that seems a little  stalkerish ,   hmm ?

but i digress ,   getting back to your  shitty excuse of an apology :   3 .    but whatever. i’ll  [ delete ? ]  my headcanons and start fresh …          so …   they’re  not  technically yours ,   considering you weren’t the one who thought of them .   and if you were going to  delete  them ,   why are they  still  on your blog ?   why did you lie ?

listen ella ,   none of us wanted it come to this ,   but  you made this .   you did this to yourself .   not only did you steal ally’s things and take extreme inspiration from her ,   but you lied about it ,   and dragged her name through the proverbial mud ,   and i  for fucking one  will not  take that sitting down .   so take down your stolen headcanons ,   make a theme that isn’t based off of someone else’s ,   and come up with your own goddamn things ,   or face my wrath .   the next time i see this happening with you ,   i  will report you to tumblr for  theft  and  harassment .   what you’ve done is  childish ,   it’s  pathetic  and  immature  and  unbecoming .   i’m  not  sorry to drag your ass through the fucking dirt like you did ally and present you to the public :   a dirty fucking thief with the attitude to match .

get off your goddamn high horse .   no one here accepts the shit that you’re pulling ,   so there’s no need for your shitty self entitlement ,   k ?   k .


Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Pre-smut and sexual content. No actual sex, but still bdsm.

Description: Dan has to use the safe word during sex, and comfort ensues.


It was Dan’s idea to start trying new kinks. BDSM had never appealed to him before, but everyone raved about it, so maybe it would be enjoyable to try?

It was his idea so he squeezed his lips close together to stop himself from using the safe word right off the bat.

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anonymous asked:

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.” with Matt pretty pretty please! <3

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.” + Matt

Warnings: Swearings, pregnancy

The women on the internet made everything look so beautiful and nice and easy. 

Since you found out you were pregnant, you started looking around pregnancy blogs and websites and everything looked as amazing as ever. 

Matty was happy with it, you were happy with it and you just couldn’t wait until your belly was finally showing so Matt could feel and touch it even though he’d already said he had heard the baby’s heartbeat. 

The morning sickness had been a bitch but once it was over, you felt as normal as it could be. 

Everyone was constantly saying how your tiny bump looked cute with your sundresses and you did felt cute and amazing back then, knowing that a life was growing within you. 

Until it started really growing. Like, non stop growing. 

It was big and roundy and beautiful, yes. But it was also heavy and way too big for your comfort. 

Your clothes didn’t fit anymore, you couldn’t find a perfect position to sleep and it was so damn heavy it hurt your back and your ribs constantly. 

Women on the internet made everything look so easy. 

But that’s what babies do, right? And you were so excited to meet the little Murdock girl that you tried to keep yourself together most of the time. It was just a matter of months, anyway.  

But in that day, Anna decided to wake up moody and take you along with her. 

You already didn’t have a good night of sleep because you couldn’t find a comfortable position and she wouldn’t stop kicking and her father was taking a lifetime to come home. 

When you finally decided to get up and shower, your back hurt from Anna’s moving and your constant sitting against the headboard. 

Your clothes was the last drop to the cup for that morning. 

You had tried your favorite skirt – the only one that still fit – and it didn’t get pass your waist because of your bump. 

A crying fit was not what Matt was expecting for that morning. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Matt asked frantically and kneeled between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, the damn skirt on resting on your thighs. “Are you hurt? Is Anna–”

Your groan interrupted his worried rant as you tried to weep away the tears but failing miserably as more and more spilled from the corner of your eyes. 

“We’re fine! Goddamn fine, Matt.” You cried out in frustration with the fucking tears and let your hands fall to your thighs in defeat as Matt cupped your face as carefully as ever. 

“Tell me.” Matt pleaded, his eyes glancing at you like he could see it and his fingers brushing away your tears calmly. 

“I don't know! I’m just tired and moody and everything hurts because Anna doesn’t stop kicking for a goddamn second and you took a lifetime to come home today!” You bursted out in a heartbeat, the tears falling even more as you threw the skirt onto Matt’s chest. “And my skirt doesn’t fucking fit me anymore!”

Matt couldn’t hold the smile creeping up on his lips because that was adorable

To any other man (and you) this could feel like hell but he was just so in love with the situation that he couldn’t help but chuckle. He never thought he’d have a chance to live this. 

He never thought he’d even get someone like you. 

But still, there you were, with him and holding his moody daughter he’d die for. 

“(Y/N), that’s okay–” Matt started and smiled again when you interrupted him again with a huff. 

“It’s not! I’m so big and emotional and I don’t wanna go to work when I stubbornly said I would!” You sobbed tiredly and then shrugged, grasping Matt’s hand with yours. “I’m just so tired! And all these women make it look so easy and beautiful!”

“Because it is beautiful.” Matt reassured with a whisper and a tiny smile as got up from his knees, sitting on the bed and pulling you to his lap. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

“You’re gonna make me cry more.” You whined playfully as your head fell to his shoulder and he laughed, tightening his arms around you carefully. 

“But it’s true.” He replied softly and cupped your cheek again, pulling your face up so you could face him properly. A smile on his lips and hazel eyes shining. “You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly and I love you.”

You let out a chuckle and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face against his skin and sighing deeply, the crying now controlled. 

“My feet hurt, Mattie.” You murmured jokingly to his ear and he laughed, bringing his hand down to rub your thighs. 

“Skip work today.” Matt pleaded and you pulled back to look at him, your noses touching lightly. “Your boss said you didn’t need to go anymore, right?”

“I don’t wanna be alone.” You whispered against his mouth and Matt grinned. 

That was honestly all that he needed to keep an eye on you. 

“Come with me.” He replied and quickly glanced down at your belly, an amused smile curving his lips. “You know Foggy loves to talk with her.”

You giggled and quickly pressed a kiss against Matt’s mouth, pulling his lower lip with your teeth as he groaned. 

“He’s gonna make a crying bubble again.” You warned with a smirk against his mouth and Matt just shrugged nonchalantly, pressing his lips to your jaw quickly. 

“I’ll have back-up to help me.” He said jokingly and then smirked, raising his hand to rest on your bump.  "And she’ll behave. Right, princess?“

As soon as he finished talking, Anna kicked hard against his hand making you chuckle between a pained moan and Matt smile brightly like it was her first ever kick. 

“I love you. Both of you.” You kissed Matt’s cheek softly and smiled when pulled your hand, kissing your knuckles lovingly as he smiled back.  

“I love you.” He pressed another kiss to your jaw and bent down slightly, pressing a kiss to your belly as Anna kicked again. “And I can’t wait to see you.”

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend some BTS authors ?

YES, YES, I CAN. THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR FICS ALL DESERVED TO BE LOVED. PLEASE SEND THEM LOVE. there’s no smut on this list though since I have never read anything from that genre and don’t plan to, so get ready for disgustingly cute fluff or heart wrenching angst. (also i’m totally copying rys’s idea of putting quotes, so copyright infringement 2016 rys the thirsty af jimin stan please don’t sue me i’m barely legal)

♡ An ; @zephyoongist

AN IS THE BESTEST, GREATEST, HELLA RAD-EST WRITER EVER. lmao this is probably favoritism, but she’s so extraordinarily talented at writing, and she’s my bffl even though we act like complete assholes to each other 24/7. She really enjoys wrecking my cold heart on a daily basis with her stories. Thanks a lot, Pablo. I really appreciate it.

  • “’It’s like the feeling you get when you’re running, the wind in your face, the pounding of your heart so fast, you’d think it’ll burst out of your chest, the sore of your muscles, you’d  feel like your legs are going to come off but you keep running. It’s like something intense─ It’s like─ It’s like─’ ‘─Love.’” - Lucky
  • “And it all comes crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Unanswered questions and needling doubt washes away like ashore writings on sand. That’s when he understands the encrypted message you’ve been trying to tell him. I’ll take all of you, good and bad.” - Summer in December

♡ Rys ; @optosomnio

ONE OF MY FAVORITEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE. Her writing is really cute and fluffy, but also super duper comedic. And I absolutely love it. It’s like watching a rom com movie, except you’re reading it and it’s with bts. Can it get any better? and please send her memes and pick up lines, and also kappa and jimin pictures.

  • “It’s here and now–with the morning sun just barely peeking out from the roofs as you drowsily brush your teeth, toothpaste dripping from the corner of your mouth–that Taehyung finally decides that he is officially in love with you. And hopelessly so, he concludes.” - Seal
  • “He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face. He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.” - Soul

♡ Mia ; @annyeongs

AH, MIA MY LOVELY CUTECUMBER AND FINEAPPLE; SHE’S SO SO TALENTED AT WRITING. She enjoys slaying me with her bts x hogwarts bulletpoint aus and her ghost au. Also, Jimin isn’t even my bias, but her scenarios are really making me rethink that. And, are you a 90 degree angel? Because you are looking right ayyy

  • “Sunset eyes watch them in silent agony, helpless fingertips itching to reach out, but mind reminding that it’s useless. He should be used to it by now, but strangely, it’s a painful kind of numbness he feels when he looks at them.” - Touch
  • “ He looks absolutely gorgeous and unearthly and breathtaking in the dimly lit room, the warm yellow rays of the streetlights reflected on his face as he tilts his head, and lets out a silent laugh. You can’t take your eyes off of him, especially not with the slight buzz of alcohol coursing through your system, and especially not when he’s smirking at you like that.” - Haunted

♡ Missy ; @an-exotic-writer

MISSY IS MY DARLING SUNSHINE FLOWER. She’s a complete sweetheart and she really needs to fly over and visit me, and help me get my driver’s license lol. Her writing is to die for, like it’s a gift from the gods or something, so please just read everything of hers. Oh, and are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling wey hey

  • “But when Taehyung’s looking at you with such love and adoration in his eyes and when he smiles, it’s like you’ve found the true meaning of home, you’re willing to take a chance on it.” - fwb; taehyung
  • “’Drop the next beat!” Hoseok hollers, already putting on the next track and in between, Yoongi may or may not have forgotten his words and lines because maybe, he’s lost them all to you.” - Stolen Words

♡ Vivian ; @jiminniejuseyo

VIVIAN WRITES SO BEAUTIFULLY AND POETICALLY I CRY. Compared to art, her writing is like the sistine chapel ceiling frescoes, yep. And, she’s oh so wonderful and really sweet, and yeah, go adore her and her stories please because I sure do.

  • “He smelled nice, woodsy; of his light, iris scented shampoo and morning dew scented shower gel – whatever that was – an aroma of coffee all over him and the faintest, tiniest hint of rose scented mattresses. Home.” - All That Matters
  • “You grinned coyly, the relaxing coldness of the revolver in your left hand soothing you as you peered around the large lobby, meeting the hungry gazes of men as he glanced down your body, clad in high waisted shorts and denim jackets.” - Queen of Disaster

♡ Sasha & Chloe ; @hobieful

SASHA IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. And I’ve never spoken to Chloe, but she seems like really chill and nice, so heyyy there if you see this. But also, they’re both super amazing writers, so it’s like a double threat. If you’re looking to get wrecked twice, then I direct you to their blog.

  • “’But I never had a place, not in your house of memories.’ His cries were like the cry of a werewolf, writhing in agony from its transformation. Only this one, the agony seeped more than into his bones, it seeped deep into his heart.” - House of Memories
  • “But then he turns towards you, and his eyes lock into yours, darker than black yet filled with a silver that promised life, and glinting with something you couldn’t exactly place your finger on. Even as your mind wiped itself, there is one thought that fixed itself in your mind: he can be covered in the color, but he will never, ever be white.” - Heartstrings

♡ Alyssa ; @taehxyung

ALYSSA IS A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS WHO DESERVES MUCH LOVE. She has made me cry over hogwarts jungkook every time I read it because wow, it’s a masterpiece; I love it so much. And the rest of her writing is equally destructive to your heart.

  • “Your eyes widened as you twisted in your seat to look at your Professor and a startled Jungkook. And, maybe, if you looked hard enough and passed the smug smirk, you could see his conceited look falter, a look of hurt flashing across his eyes.” - Amortentia
  • “You pitied him, sure, but you knew full well that Kim Taehyung liked Christmas less than any human being surely did and so blaring Christmas music to annoy him was rather fun.” - Mistletoe & Eggnog

♡ Kristen ; @jjungkooked

KRISTEN CAN UTTERLY RUIN YOU WITH A SINGLE SENTENCE GODDAMN. Her writing is absolute heaven, and it makes me smile and feel all nice and fuzzy inside. Sit by the window, curl up with a mug or hot chocolate or a tub of ice cream, and enjoy her writing.

  • “You definitely love him – he’s the kindest, most caring and supportive boyfriend you’ve ever had. There are days when you have to stop to think, to simply admire his entire existence. You’re convinced that you must have performed some incredible miracles in your past life to be able to deserve this boy.” - A Safe Place
  • “You crinkle your nose and blush at this, as does he, because Jungkook has these random moments where he blurts out incredibly cliché and cringe-worthy phrases that always leave you stuck between wanting to strangle him and wanting to kiss him.” - The Little Things


SHE’S LIKE A MIX OF SMARTICLES, TALENT, AND BEAUTY. like oh my goodness, her scenarios are so incredibly fluffy and sweet, they should be called cotton candy. I wholeheartedly admit that I am a complete sucker for her writing, and I adore it so so much.

  • “It wasn’t strange for Taehyung to be giving you pet names; the boy has an extensive list of terms ranging from cupcake to plum to hazelnut– never have you heard him call you the same thing twice, but they all share the common aspect of revolving around food, usually sweet, just like him.” - Honey
  • “’Hmm, what about –’ you turn to Jimin at the same time he dips his head down to press his lips against yours, cutting you off midsentence. A squeak, or a halfway hiccup sounds and catches in your throat, mostly at the kiss but also about how soft and full Jimin’s lips are on yours; they feel as nice as they look.” - Hiccups

♡ Faryn & Cherri ; @bapsae-bae

So, I have not talked to these two wonderful, amazingly talented human beings before, but I just found their writings, and can I just say, I fell completely in love with their stories? Faryn’s fluff slays me so much, and Cherri’s gang au leaves me in suspense, and wowie.

  • “And you couldn’t focus when his lips were kept moving like that, with words you couldn’t process tumbling gracefully from his mouth. His hair was tinted so beautifully with a glow from the backdrop of the setting sun and your mind was white noise so you didn’t stop yourself from cutting him off and pressing your lips to his.” - Sunset Frost
  • “This so-called candyman was completely gorgeous, and you could only stare from your frozen position on the floor when you realized so. You watched as his eyes trailed the store until he caught eye of your cousin and was suddenly leaning over the glass counter with a heartstopping playful smile gracing his lips.” - Candyman

I hope you did not combust from all those feels after reading all their writing, bUT THOSE ARE MY AUTHOR RECS. I HAVE MORE ON MY REC PAGE AND REC TAG :) but also, please send me recs, too; i have a hard time finding nonsmut fics tbh

Sarcasm and Sprinkles

@sixspades | AO3 - @cobrilee

Stiles loves Isaac’s bakery. His staff, not so much. So what if he likes complaining about Derek on his food blog? It means nothing.

That’s what he tells himself, anyway. He’s fooling no one (except maybe Derek).

“Welcome to Sarcasm and Sprinkles.”

Stiles glances up at the bored, disinterested voice that greets him. “Hey, way to go on that welcoming vibe. A plus job, really.”

The guy attached to the voice is anything but boring. He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with kaleidoscope eyes, the most perfectly sculpted beard to ever grace a human face, and a body that will certainly be featuring in Stiles’ fantasies for a good decade or so. Unfortunately, his thick eyebrows are raised in annoyance at Stiles’ irreverence, and Stiles heaves a mental sigh of disappointment as he imagines any potential flirtation fluttering away on puffy white wings.

He stands there awkwardly, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other while Glaring Eyebrows-well, glares. “Um, can I get some cupcakes?”

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anonymous asked:

bob and eliza get EQUAL the amount of hate omfg. I can never believe the ppl so up bellamy's ass they inherently prove the hate that eliza gets. like bob has to face racism everyday YES. & eliza has to face SEXISM. the fact that ppl constantly say bob has had it rougher than eliza proves the inequalities that ppl kiss the feet of men all the time. it's always funny bc it's ofc from the bellarke fandom who like to erase poc in the clexa fandom which is racist in itself. speaking as an asian (cont

(cont) it’s always ridiculous to see the bellarke fandom try to be on high horses when they actively think bob does no wrong while they say eliza deserves to be given hate comments on her instagram. or how they easily can dismiss the hate she gets bc she was “unprofessional.” or the fact they get mad that she talks more about a canon ship than a NONCANON fictional ship like bellarke and are entitled af thinking they’re heteronormativity means they can reduce eliza’s to the blonde dumb (cont)

(cont) stereotype. like wtf so many of eliza’s hate is just as uncalled for & these comments usually don’t contain things like ur disrespectful to bellarke but instead contain. ur just a typical blond dumb, fatshaming even tho she’s alrdy pretty skinny to the already ridiculous standards girls are held to, or who she dates. the fact that bellarkes have never acknowledged they did anything wrong or even think well that’s what she gets is the same kind of ‘asking for it’ mentality that’s fucked up

Okay, listen buddy: I’m really, really fucking tired of receiving hate in my ask box every single time I make a fucking post that - God forbid - acknowledges the racism in The 100 fandom and the hate Bob has dealt with. 

Do you understand what you are getting pissed off at me about? Hating on Eliza - something I have never, and will never do. What never ceases to amaze me is how pissed off anon’s manage to get in my ask box about things I have not done and have no control over. Zero.

Well, news flash: I am a single person. I cannot go to my entire Bellarke fandom and tie the hands of every single person doing something problematic on their computers. Okay? I fucking have zero control over that whatsoever. I don’t know what the fuck you are trying to achieve by sending me this message. 

I didn’t send Eliza hate. That wasn’t me

Go fucking focus your attention somewhere it might actually do something.

“the fact that ppl constantly say bob has had it rougher than eliza proves the inequalities that ppl kiss the feet of men all the time.”

Have any of you dumbasses ever considered the fact that maybe, just maybe our anger has something to do with the fact that Bob has deactivated his Twitter more than once in just a year, or perhaps all of his tweets speaking out against the hate he receives, or maybe it might have something to do with the racial slurs on his Twitter, or maybe, just fucking maybe, it has something to do with, i don’t know, someone from your fandom comparing him to a rapist because he made a joke about his fucking hair????? But of course none of you ever think that’s a rational reason why we might get mad. You just think we’re “kiss[ing] the feet of men”. Jesus fucking christ - i swear to god it’s like you all have sand in your brains. Well guess fucking what? Not everything is fucking misogyny. We’re talking about hate Bob receives because … WHY???? Tell me why, anon???? 


“like bob has to face racism everyday YES. & eliza has to face SEXISM.”

Okay, you know what - I have to call this out. Because here’s the thing: men are more privileged than woman. That is true. All right? But white woman are still more privileged than men of colour. And if you can’t see that, there’s nothing I can do for you. And I also happen to suck at explaining this so, I don’t know, go educate yourself on @bellamyblakeprotectionsquad2k16 blog or smth idk man

“the bellarke fandom try to be on high horses when they actively think bob does no wrong”

Okay but this is just amazing because what the fuck HAS Bob done to receive the hates he get? Been born with darker skin? Dared to play Bellamy Blake? Oh blimey what a crime. I’m in awe of you rn

“they say eliza deserves to be given hate comments on her instagram”

Bitch, where the fuck did I say Eliza deserves hate messages. I have fucking said time and time again not to send Eliza hate, so what the fuck is this doing in my ask box? Jfc

“and are entitled af thinking they’re heteronormativity means they can reduce eliza’s to the blonde dumb stereotype.”

How the fuck is our “heteronormativity” related to reducing Eliza to a dumb blonde. Heteronormativity =/= dumb blonde stereotype???? Like, at this point it honestly just looks like you’re trying to use big words because you think it makes you look smart.

It really doesn’t. In fact, it just proves your point less because you like to say that we constantly erase the POC in your fandom? Well, guess what you just erased?

The LGBTA+ in our fandom. And, as someone who is part of that community, that pisses me off anon. Did you know that at least half the Bellarke blogs I follow are bisexual? Did you know that? No, you fucking didn’t because you just assumed that we are all straight. Holy shit this is one of the most ignorant asks I’ve received.

“the fact that bellarkes have never acknowledged they did anything wrong”

Oh. My. God. 

YES WE FUCKING HAVE. OH MY GOD. I HAVE MADE SO MANY POSTS TELLING THE PROBLEMATIC BELLARKERS IN MY FANDOM TO GO FUCK OFF. Like? Obviously you aren’t a fucking part of this fandom so you have no fucking right to say that we have never acknowledged the problematic part of our fandom.

Yes. We have. The big Bellarke blogs have. I follow them. I know - you have no fucking clue so don’t act like you know more about the people in my fandom than I do. I know there are problematic Bellarkers. Okay? I fucking know. I’ve called them out. I’ve reported them. So sit your ass back down please. 

People who follow me know that I would never condone hate of any kind. So don’t come into my ask box telling me all this shit I already know. Yes, it’s wrong for people to send Eliza hate, or to body-shame her, or to do whatever. Okay? I get it. I know. I’ve said it before. My god.  

I honestly just find it really fucking ironic that you are in my ask box, blatantly ignoring the gross amount of hate Bob has been receiving for years, when IT’S FROM THE PEOPLE IN YOUR FANDOM. I think it’s actually funny that you are placing your entire fandom on a pedestal just to say that all Bellarkers suck and send a ton of hate, when it’s your fandom that is infamous for sending hate.

When it’s your fandom that is the reason Bob has deactivated his Twitter more than once. When it is your fandom that has driven Adina Porter off of Twitter on multiple nights because she was so tired of dealing with your bs. When it is your fandom that is the reason Jason Rothenberg’s twitter has been inactive for months now. When it is your fandom that hacked Alycia and basically publicly humiliated her all in the name of “truth”. When it is your fandom that sends anon hate (like this one right here) day after day after day. When it is your fandom that triggered a teenage girl’s mental breakdown. When it is your fandom that sexually harassed a thirteen year old. When it is your fandom who frequently sends hate to gossipgrounder. When it is your fandom who is trying to get Eliza, your lord and saviour, unemployed. When it is your fandom that warranted a video by Jarod Joseph mocking all the bullshit your fandom does. Jarod Joseph, who also, funnily enough, received hate from your fandom. Well, let’s add to the list then, shall we? It was your fandom who sent hate to Bob, Adina, Jarod, Jason, as well as Ricky and Sachin and - oh - basically everyone who your fandom decided was “being too nice to Blorkes” or who’s skin was too dark or whatever fucking delusional reasons your fandom came up with. When it is in your fandom that there’s a massive group called the “anti’s” because they’re such shitty people.

I can’t even think of all the bullshit your fandom has pulled these past few months because the magnitude is unreal. So why don’t you get off your fucking high horse, anon, and realize how truly fucked up a large portion of your fandom is. 

PS. Next time you want a civil response, get the fuck off anon. Because if you had sent this when I first made this account, maybe you would have gotten one. But not anymore. I’m so goddamn sick of people like you sending shit like this because you know you can hide behind anonymous. So if you’re expecting a nice response from now on? Oh buddy, you are sorely mistaken. I’ll give you a civil response when you stop being cowards and quit hiding behind your computer screen. Otherwise, I don’t give a fuck about you - I don’t give a fuck about anyone who stoops so low as to send anon hate. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you could do destiel 11 (things you said when you were drunk) btw, you are sooooo amazing, i'm in love with your blog!!

Aww! Thank you anon! I’m in love with your compliment (and therefore I love you too) ;) Sorry it took a while to get this to you, but I hope you enjoy it!

Cas took a long pull from his beer bottle as he scanned the room. He’d been at the bar for longer than he’d have liked, had more alcohol in him than was prudent and he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what the hell he was supposed to say to Dean. The way they’d left things last September had nearly broken both of them, and here he was back in Lawrence for the summer trying to think of something better than “Hello Dean” to open with.

Cas let out a loud sigh and checked his phone again, 9:03pm flashed up at him. He’d been at the booth for over an hour and a half and he damn well should have texted Dean to meet him by now but his heart jumped into his throat just thinking about it.

How were they supposed to pretend that nothing had changed? When Cas had been away at school it’d been easy to throw himself into studying and new friends. It’d been easy to forget all about the way Dean had looked at him the night before he’d left for California. The way Dean’s eyes had gone all soft and warm as he’d leaned in and pressed their lips together in kiss that had left them both breathless and wanting.

Dean’s hands had fisted in his hair and tugged him closer. He’d run his hands over Dean’s shoulders and back because he was finally, finally, allowed to touch and it was exactly as hot and messy and perfect as he’d imagined it would be if they kissed.

They’d spent the whole night kissing and touching, and saying everything with their bodies that they couldn’t with their words, and it had been tinged with an air of desperation because come morning Cas would be on a plane headed eighteen hundred miles away but it had still been so good.

And fuck, just the memory of it was enough to give Cas goosebumps. So how was he supposed to sit here and pretend like nothing had happened between them?

They hadn’t talked about it after Cas left that morning, with one last lingering kiss. He’d wanted to, God, had he ever wanted to, but he couldn’t make himself say the words, not when either way he was leaving and Dean was staying. And what would he have said? Wait for me? That sounded childish and idealistic, and it wouldn’t have been fair to Dean.

Dean, who’d always had a voracious sexual appetite, even if his conquests never made it past the week mark. Dean, who thrived on one night stands and the rush of the chase. Dean, who deserved to be happy and not left missing him for months on end.

He motioned to the waitress for another beer, and as soon as it was in front of him, he gulped it down. He’d blown past buzzed three or four drinks ago and his body was thrumming pleasantly, his legs and arms felt heavy but in a nice sort of way, and his thoughts were starting to become much less anxious.


Cas’s head snapped up at the voice he knew nearly as well as his own, and his eyes locked onto Dean’s wide green ones. And Jesus, had Dean always had that many freckles on his face? Because they were fucking adorable. And oh yeah, he should say something instead of just staring like an idiot.

“Hello, Dean.” He managed, and great, so much for a better opener.

“Thought you were gonna text when you got here?” Dean asked, uncertainty painting his face as he slid into the booth opposite Cas.

“Was gonna.” Cas agreed, slurring his words a bit.

“So why didn’t ya?” Dean questioned, and Cas didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face.

And suddenly Cas was really, really, goddamn sorry, because Dean was supposed to the confident, cock-sure one of them, and he was looking anything but right then and Cas had done that. Shit.

“Was nervous. ‘M sorry. I shoulda, I just didn’t know how to.” Cas confessed, trying to tell Dean with his eyes what his words weren’t getting across.

“Look, Cas. We don’t, uh, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. If you’re not, uh, interested in me that way anymore, that’s fine. I mean it’s not. But I’d get over it. Probably. I know neither of us brought it up this year, but I had a lot of time to think about what I want. And I want you. But we’ve been best friends for most of our lives though, man, and I really don’t wanna fuck that up. So if you don’t want the same thing, then I’ll deal.” Dean admitted.

“Dean, of course I want you. Tha’s not the problem. You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Cas slurred, heart sinking right down to his toes. “Problem’s that ‘m only here for two months ‘n then I gotta go back ‘n I can’t ask you to just keep waiting for me all the damn time. You shouldn’t hafta wait for me to come home. ‘S not fair.”

“Cas, shut up.” Dean ordered, and Cas shut his mouth, stunned. “You don’t get to decide what’s fair to me, for one. And for two, I’d wait every goddamn day of my life for you. I love you for fuck sake. I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy, or I won’t miss you like hell, but I’ve had almost a whole damn year of not having you at all, and I can damn well guarantee you that was worse. So we have all summer, and then we’ll alternate who visits who on holidays and we’ll fucking make it work because we want it to work.”

“I love you too.” Cas told him with a grin as warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the beer and Dean almost laughed with relief, because really, that’s the thing Cas had picked out of his speech?

“Of course you do, you dork. I’m awesome.” Dean replied, confident façade back in place. “So let’s get out of here and you can sleep off the who knows how the hell many drinks you had.”

“’M gonna be so hungover.” Cas complained as he let Dean pull him to his feet and the world tilted precariously on its axis. “Feel like I drank a liquor store.”

Dean laughed and wrapped an arm around Cas’s waist to steady him, the warm weight of it settling into Cas like it belonged there, like it’d been missing all this time and he hadn’t even known it. And just like that, they were fitting together in all the ways that mattered, and Cas knew everything was going to work out. Because he was going to do everything he could to make it work out.

anonymous asked:

Congratulations, you survived the trip! Here are some questions I think we all need to know. (I'll ask Doc, too.) What about Doc surprised you? What didn't? What moment (involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay for you? What moment (NOT involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay? Who won the most fights? Are you going to be nice to each other now you've met?


I’m totally reblogging Doc’s after I post this, by the way, because she said nice things about me and I’m not leaving that sitting there under her control so she can delete it later and deny everything.

What about Doc surprised you?

Like she said, it wasn’t like I had no idea what I was getting into here. I FEEL I KNOW THE WOMAN FAIRLY WELL AT THIS POINT. So nothing was a surprise, exactly, at least not in the sense of “Jesus wept I was not prepared for what I now have to deal with”.

I think the thing that I hadn’t quite gotten a sense of before she was here and all up in my face – and I’m not sure it’d really be possible until actually spending time with someone in person – is how charming Doc is. She’s incredibly charismatic, an amazing conversationalist, and so warm and engaging to, like, EVERYONE. It’s another fun and exciting way in which we’re both such opposites, in that I come at practically everyone and everything with a kind of dry side commentary, and Holligay was like a burst of fucking sunshine just charming the hell out of every person to briefly cross our path. She’s like a foul-mouthed bourbon-swilling gun-toting Disney princess.

On a somewhat similar note, I have to say that I was surprised-but-not-surprised by how well Doc cooks. I’m barely exaggerating when I say she burst into my house and was like “OKAY LET’S GO SHOPPING SO I CAN COOK EVERYTHING HOW HAVE YOU SURVIVED THIS LONG WITHOUT ME”. That act itself wasn’t a surprise, since once we’d settled on the trip happening the very second topic was “Now tell me what I can make for you losers”, but every single thing she made was AMAZING. Food isn’t something I get excited about, so I was riding pretty low on the expectation train for this one and prepared to let Hubby be enthusiastic enough for us both. IT WAS REALLY ALL THAT GOOD THOUGH. She left us with a packed freezer and three or four more entire meals we haven’t even tasted yet. I’m excited for every single one.

What didn’t?


What I said above about her being all charming and shit? THAT WAS FOR EVERYONE BUT ME APPARENTLY. She was an ass from basically the second sentence spoken to my actual person, and I’m pretty sure we parted ways with a hearty “FUCK YOU” after the hugging and blah blah feelings.

Which was all amazing. I sincerely enjoyed that everything was basically exactly the same only with the bonus option of punching. Doc is so fucking funny you guys. More than once, I actually had to take a few seconds to try and let my face relax because it was aching from smiling so much.

I think what didn’t surprise me most of all was how much I enjoyed her company.

What moment (involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay for you?


Apparently we watched a musical, and apparently it was some Haruka and Michiru gaystravaganza, and I don’t remember a goddamn thing about it BUT I’M PRETTY SURE YOU CAN PICK ANY SINGLE MOMENT FROM THAT AND THERE YOU GO

Otherwise, any one of a dozen moments where the conversation essentially boiled down to “and then Haruka ate Cookie Crisp while Michiru judged us all and found us wanting”.

Also the Haruka and Michiru socks, that was pretty fucking Holligay right there.

What moment (NOT involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay?


Okay so Doc leaves her purse at her house (but not like anything in it, I don’t know this worked out), and one of our first THE MISSIONS was to get her a replacement. Also to go to some specific make-up place so she could get lipstick THIS WAS VERY IMPORTANT THE VERY MOST IMPORTANT. We get her a cheap (BUT SUITABLY COLOUR-MATCHING) purse at Target, and then I’m driving us out to mall for a Sephora or whatever it’s called, I swear to god before this day I thought it was a furniture store, WHATEVER NOT THE POINT. We’re talking about something. I can’t recall what, because the perfection of this moment drove such non-essential details from my mind. Let’s say it was about killing Haruka in an appropriately devastating way for the funsies.

I want to set this scene appropriately for you though. If you’ve seen pictures of Doc, you know her general super femme 50s housewife aesthetic. She’s sitting next to me in the car, with her big skirt and her lively hat and her high heeled super cute shoes. We’re going to get SPECIALITY LIPSTICK NOT ANY OLD LIPSTICK to fill Holligay’s new colour-appropriate purse. I don’t know that I’d say I’ve ever cultivated a look, exactly, but I do know that this isn’t it, so I’m just rolling with everything happening around me at the moment, and holding up my end of the conversation.

Then I hear this loud “click!” sound that I’ve not heard before. It’s not a regular “click!” either, this was a “click!” with weight and intent. This was a “click!” that had a job to do and in the sight of god and man, IT WOULD DO THIS JOB. Confused, I looked over, and there’s Holligay in the passenger seat of my car, WIELDING A HUGE FUCKING KNIFE THAT CAME OUT OF LITERALLY NOWHERE.




And with this knife AS BIG AS MY FUCKING FOREARM, she’s cutting off the tags off her new purse.

It was the most perfect Doc Holligay thing I think I will ever see in my entire life. Five minutes later, I was still laughing, it was that amazing.

Who won the most fights?


Are you going to be nice to each other now you’ve met?

I am nothing but a perfect angel overflowing with love and kindness, so I am confident I can maintain the precise levels of respect and friendship I’ve shown to Holligay at every step of our relationship.