got me all kinds of mad


❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜
The great British Brexit robbery: how our democracy was hijacked
A shadowy operation involving big data, billionaire friends of Trump and the disparate forces of the Leave campaign heavily influenced the result of the EU referendum. Is our electoral process still fit for purpose?
By Carole Cadwalladr


It took me days to get time together to read this whole thing, but I have finally done it.

This is it. This is the one article you need to read to understand just what is going on in Britain, America, and Russia.

This is the one piece of writing you need and can use to reference the very chilling reality that these countries have been tied together in the machinations  of just a few billionaires, and how Facebook and Google tie in insidiouslyi.

I keep telling y’all to stop fucking with facebook but that’s moot now. It’s so much bigger than this.

“Was that really what you called it, I ask him. Psychological warfare? “Totally. That’s what it is. Psyops. Psychological operations – the same methods the military use to effect mass sentiment change. It’s what they mean by winning ‘hearts and minds’. We were just doing it to win elections in the kind of developing countries that don’t have many rules.”Why would anyone want to intern with a psychological warfare firm, I ask him. And he looks at me like I am mad. “It was like working for MI6. Only it’s MI6 for hire. It was very posh, very English, run by an old Etonian and you got to do some really cool things. Fly all over the world. You were working with the president of Kenya or Ghana or wherever. It’s not like election campaigns in the west. You got to do all sorts of crazy shit.”“

This is not just a story about social psychology and data analytics.

 It has to be understood in terms of a military contractor using military strategies on a civilian population. 

Us. David Miller, a professor of sociology at Bath University and an authority in psyops and propaganda, says it is “an extraordinary scandal that this should be anywhere near a democracy. It should be clear to voters where information is coming from, and if it’s not transparent or open where it’s coming from, it raises the question of whether we are actually living in a democracy or not.”

“And it was Facebook that made it possible. It was from Facebook that Cambridge Analytica obtained its vast dataset in the first place. Earlier, psychologists at Cambridge University harvested Facebook data (legally) for research purposes and published pioneering peer-reviewed work about determining personality traits, political partisanship, sexuality and much more from people’s Facebook “likes”. And SCL/Cambridge Analytica contracted a scientist at the university, Dr Aleksandr Kogan, to harvest new Facebook data. And he did so by paying people to take a personality quiz which also allowed not just their own Facebook profiles to be harvested, but also those of their friends – a process then allowed by the social network.”

Read this. Read the entire thing. It will take you a while and it’s a lot to digest but you need to know.

Signal boost.

@sunderlorn we’re finally completely united in propaganda, isn’t that nice!?

Draco & Harry w/ Teddy Headcanons

because me and @mxrcusflint have been having a conversation about this over the past couple of days, it got me thinking, so i feel obligated to make a post

  • harry would make draco babysit teddy with him even though he absolutely does not want to
  • teddy loves draco the second he meets him and will hardly even pay attention to harry
  • draco is really unsure how he feels about teddy clinging to him all the time but he allows it because honestly the kid is really cute and he cant tell him no
  • harry gets kind of jealous of how much attention teddy pays to draco but when draco says something he obviously denies it
  • plus he really cant be that mad because draco and teddy are his two favorite people
  • draco warms up to teddy really quickly and he ends up always looking forward to when they have to babysit
  • teddy and draco both getting their first weasley sweaters and they match and teddy just grins up at draco bc draco is so cool and he’s matching with him ( @mxrcusflint mentioned this in one of our chats and i had to include it)
  • harry insists that the two of them take a picture together
  • draco “begrudgingly” does just to please harry and teddy
  • but he actually loves and treasures the picture and frames it to hang in his and harry’s house
  • teddy spending the night at the potter/malfoy household every saturday 
  • it’s always teddy’s favorite part of the week
  • all three of them have matching pajamas
  • they drink cocoa and watch movies 
  • and play board games
  • teddy forcing draco to build a fort with him
  • draco convincing teddy that slytherin is the best house
  • “shut up draco he can decide that for himself…but the best house is gryffindor, teddy, just so you know”
  • taking teddy to the park to pet the dogs that are there
  • taking teddy to quidditch matches
  • buying teddy is first broomstick
  • and it’s obviously the newest and best 
  • teddy having his own bedroom at their house because he spends so much time there
  • teddy flooing their house crying when kids at school are mean to him because his hair was pink that day
  • and draco and harry telling him there’s nothing wrong with the color pink and if he likes it then he should wear his hair that way more often
  • taking teddy shopping for all his school supplies the day after he gets his letter
  • basically just harry and draco being the best uncles/father figures ever and teddy loving them with his whole heart

My dudes, I need to talk about how fucking on point the atmosphere and symbolism was in today’s EP real quick.

Pokeani isn’t really known for handling mature themes with a lot of grace or finesse, so when I saw this episode it actually really impressed me. Stoutland dying could’ve easily flopped as a intended emotional punch to the viewer but the way it was handled was very well done. Whats especially of note is how they portray that through just visuals and not just words.

The moment Litten wakes up to find Stoutland gone, all the colors in the world are muted, lots of dull, grey tones, a muddy overcast day, probably visual shorthand for Litten’s own feelings and how he’s dealing with the loss. The rain starts pouring when Litten gives into his anguish. And finally my favorite shot in the episode, just showing Litten’s silhouette separated from Ash and Kukui’s by a black void, really says to me it’s meant to portray how alone Litten feels, and possibly how powerless Ash and Kukui feel because nothing they can say would help.

Also the tree representing something of a “countdown” to Stoutland’s death might be a little on the nose, but once again, I appreciate Pokeani dabbling with these kinds of hidden meanings is very welcome, it’s showing me how they don’t always need to treat their audience like idiots and have everything spelt out for them and it just simply makes for a more visually engaging experience, so I just have to give them mad props for how well they handled this episode’s subject matter

One of the most bizarre lines I see antis use is that if fans depict the characters being mad at each other, a ship must be bad. I’ve seen antis argue that if shippers depict two characters bickering a lot, it’s got to be unhealthy. If that’s true, then my two closest friends, both of whom I’ve known for 15 years now, are in an abusive friendship with me, because we bicker and snark like it’s our second language. And believe me, as someone who has been abused and has known abusive people, there is no comparison.

Like…kids. Listen. Fights and getting mad happens in all kinds of close relationships, even healthy ones, and it’s not always the ~quirky misunderstandings~ you see in sitcoms or manga. Disagreement happens. Getting annoyed happens. Getting pissed off happens. No, it’s not healthy to fight a lot, but arguments do happen, even to the best of us. This is especially true if both people are particularly strong-willed - and a lot of people love ships that have two very strong-willed personalities.

An old art teacher of mine once told me that his first screaming match with his wife as a married man was over the colour of a damn coffee cup. She thought it was blue. He thought it was green. They’ve been happily married for 30+ years now. They laugh about it now and tease each other about the cup occasionally. That’s okay, too. Sometimes even the worst arguments are truly ridiculous and you look back on them and laugh or find it endearing. Sometimes, the arguments are serious, but you can still look back on them and smile because you learned more about the other person and your relationship became deeper. 

There’s a serious misunderstanding of what abuse or abusive people look like on this site, and it seems especially rampant in anti circles, who take fairly simple ship tropes and conclude that they’re abusive. It really goes to show just how little they know about the variety and complexity of human relationships. If you look in a ship tag and see character A annoying character B, or both characters glaring or yelling at each other, that doesn’t mean the shippers are romanticising abuse - it means they’re exploring a natural part of any relationship which, when it occurs in that particular ship, happens to interest them. 

If you’ve been abused, it can be incredibly easy to see something negative or rough in a ship and have an immediate gut reaction to it because it reminds you of unhealthy behaviour. I still reflexively flinch if someone raises their voice with me. But it’s important to remember that not every raised voice is an abusive voice; more often than not, it’s just a raised voice, and that’s okay. Similarly, shippers depicting arguments doesn’t mean abuse is being glorified. 

tl;dr, stop reaching

Five times Anxiety accidentally called Morality “Dad” and the one time it was on purpose

Im full of emotions, and I’m full of inspiration. Have fluff!



The first time Virgil calls Patton “Dad” was fully an accident and something the darker boy couldn’t quite remember.

He had been staying over in Logan’s room for the night, the darkness of his own space starting to suffocate him, and when the morning came and Patton started popping up in everyone’s space to get them up Virgil had answered with an exhausted “coming dad” and fallen right back to sleep

“Did he just call you-?”

“Well, I am the dad character”

Logan shook his head with a small smile and Patton chuckled

“Go ahead Pat; I’ll wake him up in a bit”


And with that Patton sunk down to the common room



The second time it happened it was before breakfast

“Hey dad, there’s no more cereal”

“…Did you just call Patton dad?”

Anxiety froze, the gallon of milk floating slightly over the counter. It had slipped out; something Virgil always called Patton on his head but never out loud

“You’ve called me dad too Roman, is perfectly fine right kiddo?”

“R-right…” Virgil shook his head and smirked at Roman “So what, we’re siblings now?”

Roman snorted and threw a balled up napkin in Virgil’s direction

“Of course Emo Lord”

“Whatever you say Drama King”



Surprisingly (or not so, Virgil wasn’t so sure anymore) he had hit a creative road. Or to be more specific his pen refused to write because no ideas were entering his brain. Virgil gave an exhausted sigh and stood up from the floor to stretch

He closed his eyes and appeared back in the common room, immediately throwing himself on the couch and pressing his legs as close to his chest as possible.

A cup of tea appeared in his line of sight and Virgil gave a soft smile up to Patton

“Something on your mind kiddo?”

“Nothing, that’s kind of the problem”

“Oh? May I ask?”

Virgil shrugged and passed his notebook up to Patton, who by that point had already sated down besides the anxious trait

“I can’t… is not good”

“Wha- Kiddo! This is amazing! It has lots of feelings and a really nice flow, maybe if you switched a few words… but in general! This is amazing Vir!”

Virgil gave him a soft smile and took back his notebook

“Thanks Dad- A-I mean!”

Patton laughed and messed up Virgil’s hair

“It’s okay kiddo, I don’t mind”



It was one of those weird days where Logan was really into PDA and Virgil wasn’t exactly opposite to it. They were cuddling, nothing too out of the normal but slightly enough to make Roman raise an eyebrow at the pair. Virgil stuck his tongue out at the royal and Roman just chuckled, wolf whistling at the pair as he went

“I swear he acts like a kid!”

“Let him be, he is as childish as all of us”

Virgil shrugged; Logan was right even if he tried to deny it

With that Logan went back to pepper Virgil’s neck with little kisses, putting his really cold hands underneath the darker traits shirt and making him giggle

“Lo, what if daaaa- Patton! What if Patton sees?”

Logan chuckled a little, stopping his kissing to look at his boyfriend

“You can call him dad you know? And he has know of us for perhaps longer than we”

“Is embarrassing, both things”

With that Logan shook his head a little and went back to just cuddling with his boyfriend



It wasn’t normal for the sides to get “sick” per say, but they all went through situations that let them in something that people would call “a cold”

This time it was Virgil’s turn. He tossed and turned in bed, too hot and too cold and too stuffy but too lonely, discomfort making him move around and throw his sheets away but scrambling back to put them around himself because it was cold, but also hot, and why was this happening to him.

Patton knocked gently on the doorframe and Virgil groaned

“Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?”

“I want death”

Patton chuckled and petted Virgil’s hair

“You’ll be fine, here, I bring food”

He spoon feed Anxiety until the tired trait groaned and refused more food, his stomach turning a little at the mere idea of more food

“Try to get some rest kiddo”

Patton petted his hair away from his face one more time and turned off the lights on his way out, ignorant of the soft spoken and whispered “Thanks dad”



It was a bad day for Thomas, and in this case it wasn’t because of Anxiety

“What is going on?”

Logan sighed “Thomas had a fight with his brother”


“Patton is feeling guilty, so Thomas is feeling bad. You know, a sense of morality firing back”

Virgil nodded, giving Logan a small kiss and going on his way to the paternal trait room

“Pat? Im coming in”

A muffled sob answered back and Virgil gave a soft sigh, he could do this.

When Virgil entered the room he noted that the normally clear and bright sky was covered in clouds, and a few thunders where making noise in the distance. Thrown in the bed was Patton, tear tracks still on his face and holding a stuffed rabbit to his chest

“Pat, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Vir” a distressed sob made Patton shudder “It was my fault, I got so mad, and I just- I didn’t”

“Hey, hey dad come on, it’s okay”

He opened his arms and Patton threw himself in the embrace, sobbing and crying for all he was worth

“Shh, you’re okay dad, we’ll fix this okay?”

“S-sorry kiddo”

“Nothing to be sorry for” Virgil continued to make soothing circles on Patton’s back and petting his hair

Once the parental trait was calmer he chuckled, making Virgil stare at him slightly confused

“You called me dad”

“Well…” Anxiety blushed, scratching his cheek a little “You kind of are already”

“I guess I am, son”

Virgil chuckled while Patton giggled. Virgil figured that sometimes it was worth it to say or do something embarrassing if it made the important people around you even a little happier.

Chips (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Hey, could you do a imagine of (tom holland) Peter having a study date with the reader and things get a little frisky😏

A/N: Happy New Year!!! Hope this 2017 brings you great things and you are happier than the year before!!! :)

‘’All of this studying is driving me mad’’ you said as you got up from Peter’s bed. ‘’I’m going to get some food. Do you want anything?’’
He looked briefly at you and furrowed his brows, thinking for a second.
‘’Some chips, please.’’
You nodded and walked to his kitchen, bobbing your head to a random song stuck in your head.
‘’Do you mind if I take off my shirt? I’m kind of melting’’ Peter’s voice called from his room.
‘’Yeah, whatever’’ you told him. ‘’It’s your house, after all.’’
Coming back to his room with your hands full of food, trying not to drop anything, you opened his door with your foot.
‘’A little help?’’ you asked.
He chuckled and got up, taking some of the stuff from your hands. When you finally looked at him, you let out an strangled sound.
‘’Since when are you hot?’’ you said without thinking. You blushed and tried to cover it up, embarrassed. ‘’I mean, since when do you have muscles?’’
Peter blushed and looked at you, scratching the back of his neck.
‘’The spider’’ he said and quickly turned around, sitting on his bed to continue studying.
You observed him and nodded your head, sitting next to him and grabbing your books, but not concentrating. You looked at his lips, something you had done multiple times before without him realising. You then looked at his ruffled hair and pink cheeks, admiring the way he looked handsome without putting any effort.
In a moment of bravery, you took his face in your hands and turned it so he was looking at you. Before he could ask what was going on, you kissed him, eyes closed, waiting for him to return the kiss. It took him a few moments, but he finally put his hands on your hips, his tongue finding its way between your lips.
You threw your books across the room so you would have space on the bed and lay there, running your hands over his abs. He groaned and then moved his lips to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a few hickies. You messed with his hair as you moaned, enjoying the feeling his lips gave you.
His lips kissed yours again and you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him groan once more.
When he finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours, his lips touching yours as he spoke.
‘’This is definitely better than chips’’ he said, a soft smirk on his lips, shocking you for a second before you two bursted out laughing.


warning:  adult language and mild sexual themes. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Now that I’ve untangled you, how about you do something for me? ❜
❛ All right! I just don’t see why you like it so much! ❜
❛ Babe, if you know it through a wall, you know it too well. ❜
❛ I’m fine! Hey, I’m great! I’m just, I’m just proud of us. ❜
❛ I realize that you didn’t expect to walk in and see that, but… Let me explain, okay? ❜
❛ We weren’t doing anything!  ❜
❛ Well, maybe the next batch, we could all get some. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, it must be the pressure of entertaining. ❜
❛ How could you mess this up? It’s so easy. ❜
❛ If I wanted this cake to be a disaster, I would have baked it myself! ❜
❛ I know what you’re thinking! The resemblance is uncanny! ❜
❛ It’s the longest I’ve ever spent on a computer without looking at porn. ❜
❛ You just got to accept the fact that this is going to cost you a lot of money. ❜
❛ Dude, I don’t think you should be wearing that. ❜
❛ Oh, I see. Somebody’s afraid of a little competition with the ladies? ❜
❛ If you had to, what would you give up? Food or sex? ❜
❛ It’s perfect! It’s everything we’ve been looking for! ❜
❛ What? When have I ever touched myself in front of you guys? ❜
❛ Why don’t you sit down… get yourself comfortable… because I have a little surprise for you. ❜
❛ Please just…just pull yourself together okay? ❜
❛ We’re not a couple- we’re definitely not a couple. ❜
❛ What, I’m not good enough for you? ❜
❛ Wow, you, uh, you seem pretty insulted by that.. ❜
❛ We’re not gonna have this conversation again. ❜
❛ Oh, you are, you really do like big butts, don’t you? ❜
❛ Why can’t you be supportive? ❜
❛ You have always been jealous of me! ❜
❛ You want to know why you don’t want me to have the baby? ❜
❛ You have to have everything and I couldn’t have anything. ❜
❛ Wait a minute; you don’t think it was intentional? ❜
❛ So, does anybody have any ideas how to organize this?  ❜
❛ Uh, don’t you think that would be a little weird? ❜
❛ We were on a break! ❜
❛ For the last time, I don’t care what the computer says. ❜
❛ I’m kind of going through a dry spell, sex wise.. ❜
❛ I’m across the street, having sex right now. ❜
❛ Whoa—hey—wh-wh-what do you got there? What is that? ❜
❛ What? Are you afraid you’re gonna run out? ❜
❛ Any minute now, the police will be here. ❜
❛ Well, if you’re gonna get to know him then you’d better do it now. ❜
❛ Well, excuse me for trying to put a positive spin on a traffic jam! ❜
❛ If only there was something in your head to control the things you say! ❜
❛ You know what, ____? Why don’t you just put that on your answering machine! ❜
❛ Oh, I’m sorry, were you speaking to me or sleeping with someone else? ❜
❛ There is no right or wrong, here. ❜
❛ You just asked me whether I wanted to go to bed with you tonight! ❜
❛ You know how some people walk in a room and everybody takes notice? ❜
❛ It’s never taken me a week to get over a relationship. ❜
❛ It’s never taken you more than a shower to get over a relationship. ❜
❛ Why would you start again after chewing all that quitting gum? ❜
❛ I started using humor as a defense mechanism. ❜
❛ Uh, do you guys have plans for the weekend? ❜
❛ Now it’s not gonna make any sense! ❜
❛ It’s not the sweater. It’s what’s underneath the sweater that counts. ❜
❛ You’re so stupid, how are you not yet extinct? ❜
❛ I broke up with you because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you. ❜
❛ Why would you need to say “hi” to them? ❜
❛ I’m just going to wander around in the rain. ❜
❛ I just got us dates with two unbelievably cute nurses. ❜
❛ That’s kind of a masculine name, don’t you think? ❜
❛ “Don’t count on it.” Seems like it works to me. ❜
❛ I went to the park and let a bee sting me. ❜
❛ I’m really getting tired of always sneaking around all the time. ❜
❛ I don’t even feel like I know you any more.  ❜
❛ Whatever you say, I’ll believe you. ❜
❛ All right, I’m just going to ask you this one time. ❜
❛ I’m surprised you didn’t go home wearing your lunch! ❜
❛ Someday I’ll tell you about the time I stabbed a cop! ❜
❛ Look, we’re not just messing around!  ❜
❛ I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way. ❜
❛ You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? ❜
❛ You were worried about me? You didn’t know how I was going to react? ❜
❛ Do you really think the best reason to get married is because you’re sorry? ❜
❛ I was gonna ask you to marry me because I forgot to say hello to you last week. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ I just realized I can sleep with my eyes open. ❜
❛ I mean, didn’t you even run so fast you thought your legs were gonna fall off? ❜
❛ What did you do that bad that make dad cut you off? ❜
❛ I guess it makes sense, you know, having such a terrible childhood. ❜
❛ I had a terrible childhood and I don’t do porn. ❜
❛ I always thought having a heart attack was nature’s way of telling you to die! ❜
❛ I mean… you — you are going to die, but you’re not gonna die today. ❜
❛ I mean, if you’re not careful, you may not get married at all this year. ❜
❛ Can we come in yet? We’re dying out here! ❜
❛ I didn’t know it was a big secret. ❜
❛ Why is this woman leaving a message for you on my machine? ❜
❛ It’s a known fact that women love babies, all right? ❜
❛ I was doing great before I found out about you! ❜
❛ And it’s not like I didn’t try, but things got in the way! ❜
❛ I’ve been doing this for ten years and I haven’t gotten anywhere. ❜
❛ You know what we should do? We should do, like, a soap opera theme. ❜
❛ Do you know me or are you just really good at this game?  ❜
❛ What’s the worst that could happen? ❜
❛ How do you expect me to grow if you won’t let me blow? ❜
❛ Why must everybody watch me sleep? ❜
❛ Haven’t you ever gotten beat up before? ❜
❛ It’s such a shame you can’t see what finger I’m holding up. ❜
❛ I didn’t know what I was taking responsibility for! ❜
❛ When I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me. ❜
❛ I would’ve thought it was the other way around. ❜
❛ I remember I cried the night you made that up. ❜

So like every other piece of Voltron trash I am hyped for season 3.  Mainly because my favorite character, Lance, is going to get screen time.  I’m so excited because Lance has been my favorite character since season one.

Also seven episodes (well that’s short =_=) and it’s going to be darker.

So this post I wanted to talk about some of the pictures I’ve seen and how I feel about it, and what season 3 might have.  Now I could be wrong on some of these but it’s just fan speculation.

So first this:

Can I just say these two look so fucking beautiful in these pics?  I mean you can see the blue in Lance’s eyes, I love it when you see it cause Lance has got some pretty eyes man!

But this is showing that Lance is the first one to comfort Keith about losing Shiro, I think that’s sweet. (I found other pics that showed everybody looking at the person next to them to see who’d talk to him and it landed on Lance)  Their relationship has come so far for only three seasons.  Then the others try to help and comfort him, and I freaking love it.

But I can’t get over how pretty those two look!  

Then I found this:

I don’t know what it’s about but Keith seems pissed off about something.  I don’t know what it is but these pics alone has got me wanting more.  Why he so mad?  What wrong smol one?  All joking aside this pic not only excites me it scares me, like he seems so upset.  When I look at this face I get a sense of angry, but scared.  Like a sad kind of scared, worried is the word I’m looking for.

I can’t really say for sure what this is but seeing how it jumps from one expression to the next means something tragic has happened or something is about to go down.



Please tell me this doesn’t relate to the pics of Keith above.  I’d rather have a fight about to start than this ^  I love this boy and he’d better not die… please don’t be so dark that you’re going to kill the fluffy baby!  PLEASE DON’T KILL MY FLUFFY BABY!

Now that I’m done screaming about that… I saw a pic earlier that showed Coran looking at a black hole (or something) and someone said it tied into this, not sure if that’s true but that would explain why Blue is kind of just…floating around aimlessly, wherever she is…  I don’t think they’d kill of Lance, I mean this is HIS season, why kill off Lance if this season we see him grow as a character?  It would make no sense.

Okay I am done.  I cannot wait for August now.  I want to see what kind of shit they’re going to do with this season.  This fan speculation is over.  :3

Why I became a feminist

When I started going to middle school, my father told me that I should stay away from boys, because they’re “disgusting and dangerous”, according to him.

I disagreed with this, and thought to myself: “No, men can be good as well!”

So when I was doing some research on my old phone, I found this huge movement called feminism, which strived towards equality for men and women.

“This is it,” I thought, “This is what I’ve been looking for!”

So, I was a liberal feminist for a couple of years, not knowing that there were other types of feminism. I didn’t call myself a liberal feminist either; just a feminist.

When I started posting about it on my little Instagram page, I was being tormented by boys who also knew about the feminist movement, and HATED it; I got death threats, rape threats, I was being ridiculed, all that.

I felt bad about myself, so I started including men more. I posted about bathrooms for men and their children, I posted about men being raped by women, I was a huge trans activist, I have thought about whether I was trans, I called myself pansexual (I was caught in the “hearts not parts” superiority complex), I thought about being “agender” because I didn’t “feel” like any gender… I was the ideal intersectional feminist.

I wasn’t a fan of certain things though.

I hated the makeup industry and the sex industry and the pro hoe culture and the pro-islam/anti-christianity behaviour, but I really didn’t understand why. I started posting stuff about me disliking it, vaguely, because I didn’t get it myself, so maybe someone would be able to explain that to me.

I got loads of hate, again, primarily from liberal feminists this time. They told me the key to equality was freedom of choice.

Then I started to think. Men had asked me very often whether they are able to hit women, since I preached “equality”, and that had me confused. Maybe equality wasn’t the thing I was looking for.

A couple of months ago, in December, I made a Tumblr blog. Everyone told me to do it, because I apparently looked and behaved like someone who uses Tumblr on the regular. After hearing this for a couple of years, I decided the time had come.

I followed some tags, including “feminism”. I’m not sure how it happened, but by the time I found ONE small post about radical feminism, I immediately agreed.

Radical feminists had such a thing for putting things down logically, with sources and all, and I was… impressed. I started to feel less hopeless and lonely.

And after all this time, I let my dad know that I hate men. For some reason, this got him very mad. Wasn’t he the one who told me men should be avoided, and hated? :) Why is he mad that I will never marry or come close to any non-gay man? :)

Mind you, my father was and is very abusive, mentally and physically, pro-patriarchy, and a full on misogynist.

Men KNOW their kind is evil. They don’t want US to know. They only want their close ones, their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, to “know”, but not really KNOW. They want them to believe that men can be very dangerous, but not that men are actually extremely dangerous. They want them to hide and be polite, rather than get mad and fight for their rights. That would be… disadventageous to them as well. That’s why they’re so anti-feminism.

My father is a conservative man, though. Leftist men would be better, right? Wrong.

I once read a post saying: “The difference between liberal and conservative men is that liberal men want women to be public property, and conservative men want them to be private property.”

This helped me so much. I forgot whose post it was, but thank you so much. This is why covering yourself up and exposing yourself both feel so… oppressive. I felt uncomfortable about both, but I always failed to realise.

Thank you, radical feminists, I now understand everything so much better. Thank you.

Business and Pleasure - Part 17

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,881

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

In the weeks following, you had almost completely isolated yourself. You were now working from home, unable to find the motivation to drag yourself into the office. It wasn’t like you had to be there anyway. Your job mostly consisted of things that could easily be done remotely. Any time your team needed to consult with you, they just scheduled a conference call. Anyway, Steve kept you updated if there was anything you missed. That was one of the many bonuses of working with him.

You were still staying with Steve, but you preferred to spend most of your time in your room. You were suddenly thankful that he had ignored your advice and rented the two-bedroom apartment rather than the one bedroom that you had initially suggested. When he was at work, it was either Wanda or Steve’s friend Natasha who watched over you. You tried to insist that it was unnecessary, but none of them would listen. They usually left when Steve got home, and you would sit with him, eat dinner and watch whatever sports game or TV show Steve was watching, then excuse yourself to go to bed.

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i’m lovin that juice

my friend Amy messaged me a photo of a product label

just a dumb photo shared with a couple friends, sure.

in retrospect these look mean but you’ve got to trust me here, we’re just three dummies fascinated with a hotmail email address printed on a label.

so I figure I’ll write this company a silly email real quick, asking them a very dumb but easy question. I’m not trying to be mean here. (I try to be kind whenever possible.)

here’s the email:

Amy and Andrew are not happy with me

and honestly i don’t understand why they’re mad at me.

but somehow it hadn’t clicked yet

I should mention, despite all the talk about syrup and pancakes, I sincerely thought I’d just emailed an apple juice company. despite the words “syrup” and “pancakes” getting thrown around, I guess I saw that yellow label and that sugar content and thought, “yep, definitely apple juice” and then wrote an email to a small maple syrup company to tell them “i’m lovin that juice” and “what type of apples are in the juice” like a proper idiot

In my attempt to be silly, I ended up being kind of mean, so i sent a followup email to hopefully make up for the first email:

i am stupid. and i hope i didn’t annoy the apple juice company maple syrup company too much

My contribution for the prompt game with @tonystarkstoga. Short and a day later than usual but hey, it’s here now. Be warned, for ridiculousness awaits you!

I choose vodka,” Tony says, his voice deep and serious, leaving no room for doubts or arguments.


At least there shouldn’t be room for them. Apparently New York’s newest, crazy, son of a bitch hasn’t gotten the message though. Too bad. Tony almost likes the guy. Or would, if it hadn’t been for the villains’ latest demands.

Tony sighs in exasperation. “I choose vodka,” he repeats, slower this time. He makes sure to convey just how stupid he believes–knows–them to be with his tone, just to piss them off.

He is loveable like that.

“How can you-” Floaty the Conqueror, or whatever his ridiculous bad boy nickname is, trails of in confusion.

“Well, you’ve given me the choice between my team mates’ life and the life of a little kid,” Tony comments with the air of a man who’s been handed a thousand demands just like this one in the last month. “There can hardly be a better choice for a drink then when facing a moral dilemma like this one, can there? They tend to be quite hard on the stomach, you know?” he adds reasonably. “Maybe you should read Kidnapping for Idiots, or else we’ll be having a lot of similarly embarrassing conversations in the future.”

“I suppose that- wait!” Floaty calls out in sudden realisation, “You’re just trying to distract me until you can free yourself!”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not,” Tony assures Floaty–and that name sounds too cute, now that he thinks about it, he’ll have to rename the guy or else fighting him will be difficult. “I wouldn’t waste both our times like that. I freed myself half an hour ago, while you were arguing with your bodyguard.”

Floaty pales rapidly and scrambles for his gun. “You’re bluffing!”

“I’m really not,” Tony calmly raises the gun in question. “On a completely unrelated note, you really should have read Kidnapping for Idiots first. I’ll be sure to have a copy delivered to your cell. It’s got an entire chapter dedicated to me, right under the bold DO NOT KIDNAP line. But I suppose experience is its own kind of teacher after all.”

Later: “Sixty-seven minutes? You’re losing your touch, Tones,” Rhodey shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“Nah,” Tony smirks, all smug satisfaction. “It was pretty fun, seeing Natasha dangling in the air like that, spitting mad but unable to do anything but plan murder. Poor Floaty though, I don’t think he’ll even make to the prison.”

Façade (Taehyung X Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Word count: 6.0 K

Warning: cussing, slight jimin x reader, daddy kink, dirty talk , smut

summary: Y/N struggles due to her sister as she is faced with a new love interest. Due to the age gap Y/N must cover up and pretend as if she is the one dating Taehyung to please there parents. Along the line Taehyung and Y/N grow closer together, closer in more than one way. 

speaking from personal experience having a sister had its rough patches that most likely couldnt be fixed. Okay i may be exaggerating but life only gained more diffcult if she cared about her apparence more then your whole exestince. I had been born first making me gain all the responsibilities and her gaining all the mistakes. She had been in her last year of high school as I was in my first year of college. It had also been spring break meaning I had to visit my parents and come to terms with my lovely sister.

I had managed to befriend someone apart of my college by the name of Kim Taehyung. He was attractive to say the least, anyone could point that out even my sister. She had no problem with pointing it out unlike I did. She had already knew I had striking feelings for Taehyung yet she ignored my feelings and contorted her own. Taehyung seemed to like the attention from her, bringing them together. Leaving me out.

I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like this, as did my parents but they only saw Taehyung as her friend and I as his girlfriend. It gets confusing at times definitely but none of the less it makes sense, no matter how against it I was. My parents would lose their shit if they found out there youngest daughter was dating a college kid, but would freak out much less if their eldest daughter was dating a college kid. To put it in simpler terms I was fake dating Taehyung while my sister was in reality.

“Ding dong”
I groaned at the noise and that simple fact of Taehyung. I hadn’t always been irritated by his presence not till he started dating my sister. Our friendship had been put down the drain, his focus forever on my sister when she was around at least.

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I’m sorry (Peter Parker x Reader) (Part II)

Part 1:

It had been three months since the fight, in which Peter had changed seats in class and had ignored you and run away when you tried to approach him. You regretted it. You had started regretting it the moment you got home right after the fight. You wanted to call Peter and apologize, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It hadn’t been your fault, after all. It had been him the one who lied. But why did it feel so wrong? After having him confess his true feelings, you could only think about having him by your side, holding your hand and whispering sweet things into your ear. But that was it, an imagination. Due to what you had said -what you had done, your friendship was ruined. So when, after avoiding him for a week, you tried to approach him, he turned his back to you and left you standing in front of his locker. You just wanted to hug him and apologize, tell him that you understood. And you couldn’t. You were hurt -hurt by the fact that he hadn’t trusted you enough, hurt by the fact that the day after the fight he asked a class partner to change seats with  him, hurt by the fact that he didn’t seem to want your friendship to be fixed. You waited. You waited for a month, and when nothing happened, you decided to wait for another month. When the two months had passed and he was still avoiding you, you decided to show up at his house to try and fix things. So you did. You showed up, knocked on the door, and when Aunt May opened it, she first looked angry, like she blamed you for Peter’s sadness. She then looked sad. She could see the bags under your eyes, the puffy eyes, the weight you had lost. You had not only lost your best friend. You had lost everyone you had. Your parents hadn’t been getting along, and they had finally decided to get divorced, and when that happened, you had no one to turn to. You were alone. Aunt May saw that. It was as clear as the fact that she lied when she said Peter wasn’t home. She looked at the floor, letting you know she wasn’t telling the truth. She wanted you to know it was a lie, to ask her to come inside. But you couldn’t. You were tired. Peter didn’t want to see you. He asked his aunt to lie for him. He had decided to end communication with you, and you weren’t in the mood for trying any longer. You were tired. So you went home, where you heard your parents shouting about the divorce papers. You went home, where you laid on your bed, putting on your earbuds, trying to block out the noise. You went home, where you slept for a day and, due to that, missed school.

You had lost motivation. You didn’t feel like going to school nor going out, so you started to miss it. You went three or four times a week, always avoiding Peter, with your hood over your head. You had no one. What was the point?
A month went on like that. The same routine everyday. Until one day, as you had just gotten out of the shower, you heard someone knocking at your window. Your head snapped, you being eager to find out who was outside. Weren’t you surprised. The one and only Spiderman. You didn’t know what to do. Should you open the window? Should you ask him to leave? Your instincts answered before you, opening your window before you even realized what you were doing.
‘Can I come in?’ Peter said.
His voice -how much had you missed it. How it sounded so childish but rough at the same time. How it made you fuzzy inside. You nodded, walking back to your bed. You sat there, playing with your fingers whilst waiting for him to talk.
‘I’m sorry.’ He said, taking off his mask. ‘I know that isn’t enough. Aunt May told me how you were. I didn’t want to believe her. But then you started to miss school, and you stopped talking. You started to wear oversized hoodies, and it wasn’t until a day at PE where you took it off that I realized how skinny you were. It’s-it’s all my fault. I was an asshole. I left you alone. I didn’t think about you when you got mad. I didn’t think about how betrayed you could be feeling. And when you left, well, I felt kind of relieved. I started to avoid you -I was mad. I didn’t want to have you close. And I’m sorry. What I did was horrible. I will regret it forever. That’s why I’m-‘ He was cut out by your mother’s voice, shouting at your father, who had come to pick the last boxes he needed to take to his new apartment. ‘What’s-what’s going on?’ He asked, a confused look on his face.
‘They got divorced. Last month.’ You said, your voice low. You hadn’t spoken much often. Your mother was too busy working to have dinner with you, and your father had moved out a month and a half ago. You had no other friends at school, so the most you talked was with the bus driver or the cashier at the supermarket.
‘I’m-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Shit, of course I didn’t know. I’m horrible. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I just-I just wanted to protect you from the bad guys. And the bad guy-the bad guy ended up being me. I’m sorry. I know you won’t fully forgive me, and I understand. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I’ll be right there for you. No matter when or where. Always.’ He looked sorry. His hand was pulled into a fist holding his mask, his eyes full of regret. You wanted to forgive him. You needed to forgive him. But would it ever be the same? You didn’t know what to do. So when he decided that you weren’t going to talk -that you weren’t going to forgive him, he turned around. But he changed his mind, and he turned around once more, facing you again. He walked to step in front of the bed, lowered himself to be eye-level with you, and muttered a quick ‘sorry for this’ before kissing you. He had intended it to be a short kiss, but as you felt his lips pressed against your own, you suddenly knew what to do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You made him lay on the bed, not breaking the kiss. And when you finally broke apart to breath, you knew what to say to him.
‘I forgive you, but stay.’
He nodded, laying next to you, covering both of you with the blanket and pulling you close, kissing your neck and muttering a soft ‘goodnight’.

In which somehow they got their hands on a functioning old world TV and vhs or dvds and Furiosa is totally not buying this horror movie at all, NOPE she’s just being considerate to Max who clearly is the distressed one. Max is not going to argue.

Number 12 for Prompts.

Smol (Spideypool Quick Fic)

Okay, so this was just a little idea, and it was supposed to be funny but I literally can’t write these two without at least some feels.

So here ya go. Enjoy some Sundays with Spideypool.

“I have found the perfect word to describe you.” Wade announced, and had to smother a laugh when Peter nearly fell out his bed in shock.

“Wade. It is three in the morning.” Peter flopped back against his pillows with a groan. “My first class is at eight am. What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“You are literally never in the neighborhood.” Peter corrected and threw an arm over his eyes. “Say what you need to say, Wade. I’m exhausted. And kind of mad at you. I almost got ran over by a bus today because you somehow manage to be completely distracting while we are working and–

“Okay, you know, my bad about the bus thing.” Wade admitted, but wiggled his (non existent) eyebrows. “But did you die? No, you didn’t. And you know, as thanks for that, the least you could do is invite me into bed so we could snuggle.”

Wade stuck his bottom lip out. “I came all this way and–” he grinned when Peter kicked the blankets down and rolled over to make room. Wade climbed in the twin size bed eagerly, twisting and grumbling and complaining about how small the bed was until Peter lashed out with a hard kick and sent him flying off the bed and into the wall.

“Either get in and shut up, or go away so I can sleep. I have an exam at EIGHT AM!” Peter snapped, and Wade had to hide another laugh.

Even though he had seen Peter’s strength in action many times out on patrol together, it still surprised the hell out of him when Peter used it on him. He outweighed the kid by close to a hundred pounds, and being tossed around like a stuffed animal was both terrifying and a complete turn on.

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So Tired (Draco Malfoy x reader-- drabble)

A/N: sorry this one is rlly late i was just very preoccupied w my love for the arctic monkeys,, like i completely forgot how much i love them hEck,, also as i wrote the beginning of this, all i could think of was like a little kid and it made me sad bc i feel like draco never rlly got that kind of love and care and affection as a child :((( but the ending makes up for the sad so that’s good,, i have such a thing for sleepy draco ahhhh

#86: “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
#94: “I had a bad dream again.”
#96: “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

word count: 378
warnings: none

Laying in bed, you feel the body beside you begin to stir. Draco’s breathing becomes heavy. You look over and his forehead is coated in sweat. “Draco?” You jostle his shoulders slightly but he doesn’t respond. “Draco!” You’ve sat up now and you’re shaking him more rigorously. His eyes shoot open, and he’s glancing around the room rapidly until they finally land on you. He falls into your arms and you hold him closely to your chest, he wraps his arms around your waist tightly. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” you ask, stroking his hair gently. He doesn’t say anything. “Darling, are you alright?” Once again, silence ensues. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpers, his voice hoarse. “I just- I had a bad dream again. I didn’t mean to make you worry,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

You kiss the top of his head. “It’s okay, love. C'mere, lay down.” You lean back, resting yourself on the mattress again. You pull him down too. “Let’s talk about it,” you offer. He shakes his head. “I’m not asking,” you insist. A beat passes between the both of you until you go on, “We can’t keep doing this. You’re waking up, practically every night now, and you won’t talk to me.”

He sighs, running a hand down his face, “I know, I know. I’m just so tired-”

“I am too,” you interject. “but you’ve gotta talk to me. This isn’t fair for either of us.” You’re clearly getting upset with him and he’s taking notice.

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me,” he groans. However, there’s a smile playing on your lips now. “What?” He furrows his brows at you. You’re chuckling now. “Y/N, what’re laughing at?”

“It’s not Christmas, Draco,” you snicker. “It’s the middle of March.”

It takes a moment for him to realize that it actually is three months after the holiday. “It is, isn’t it..” he trails off, grinning too. “Oh God…” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, both of you laughing hysterically.

“Okay,” you say, winding down from your giggling fit. “since you’re clearly very tired, I’ll let you go back to sleep. In the morning, though-”

“Yes, Y/N. In the morning, we’ll talk.”