hell is all the other people

anonymous asked:

How about Dean? (we all hate him but I'm interested in what you think)

first impression of them: “he’s… a dad… and he looks angry… i’m scared of him and i hate him with all my being already”
best quality: so being honest I suppose… It’s his leadership skills. This isn’t actually Good but speaking in a… “What’s useful?” sense he’s very good at controlling people and getting his way. Again, not good just… Seen as ideal.
worst quality: abusive fucking asshole that can rot in hell. But again, he’s… Controlling, manipulative and has to have his way. He has to feel empowered by taking away other peoples power. He sees people as little and isn’t afraid to look down at them and therefore putting himself on a higher pedestal. He’s just… The worst.
ship them with: death
brotp them with: dying
orientation headcanon: straight and homophobic
gender headcanon: cis man
mentall illnes / neurodivergent headcanon: i guess has something going on his head… No one is like the way he is unless somethings going on. I’m not sure what but… He’s probably have some undiagnosed shit. Still doesn’t excuse the way he acts, Some kind of weird power complex, idk.
one way I can relate to the character: everyones least favorite person
why I like/dislike them: i dislike him because he’s an abuser and also abusive fathers is a sore subject for me so I was already distrusting and hateful towards Dean but i also want to say, kudos to Mars for making such a unlikeable character. Really great job at that.

anonymous asked:

Honestly? Let's also not infantilize flat chested women? Seriously who is the person that came with the trope that every small chested girl in media is either: a) less mature than everyone else b) extremely bitter about their size and will lash out and envy anyone that that has a bigger size or point it out c) has their breast suddenly growing 3 sizes in a month span to say " this character has matured! Look at their breast size!"

Honestly I hate all those fucking tropes so much

I don’t know who was the asshat who told “Reimundo y todo el mundo” that flat chested girls where all either jealous lil girls that wanted a D cup or child-like cinnamon rolls.

Flat women are as hot as any other women,  as smart and mature too, why do people keep associating breasts and breasts size with how mature, immature or hot is a girl jesus hell

anonymous asked:

All you roman fans are fucking intolerant and when someone makes a legit point you get your fat asses up and try to defend him. it's called fucking free speech and you should fucking respect it. don't be a motherfucker and try to tell people to stay off things when your ass will invade anything anti Roman to defend him, your ass is just getting The other side of it. Fuck you and fuck your fandom. Keep your ass shut or it'll get ducking dragged

Who the hell are you talking to? I haven’t even said anything today. I haven’t even been on Tumblr that much. I don’t have time to deal with you haters today I’m sitting here grieving and you want to be assholes 

Honestly if I didn’t absolutely hate “gays for Trump” before I do now. It was so transparent that he was going to strip rights away from our community and make us vulnerable legally. Not to mention his language and actions would put us in danger when his followers decided to take his messages to heart.

He’s stripped rights and safety from our kids, he’s invited a number of anti-gay or anti-trans people to positions of power. Hell, his VP is someone who advocates for conversion therapy against our KIDS. And now he’s trying to instill a new “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” against trans veterans.

Fuck all of y'all. If you’re LGBTQIA+ and you voted for or supported this guy stay the fuck away from me. You aren’t a part of my community because you don’t seem to care about other people in it.

Family

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: Tom wants to know what happened to his friends and family.

AN: Less shippy, more of a self-indulgence fic. Oh wait, all of these are. This mostly focuses on other people Tom cared about.

He had been meaning to ask for a while now. Giving himself prep talks, hyping himself up, just for the words to be stuck in his throat. Dianite seemed to know what he wanted. But he had to say it first. It wasn’t the first thing on his mind when he woke up. Hell, he hadn’t even remembered them. Now he did.

He remembered his parents, they hadn’t been together for a couple of years, but they were both happy. His older sister, sweet, hardy Alice, she had been engaged. He never got to give the fiancé a shovel talk. Adam had been playing around with his crush, giving him the old Dianitee I love you: Blowing shit up in their name and stealing priceless items for them. Of course, this hadn’t sat well with the Mianitee, but he didn’t seem deterred. Jess was working on picking up a man for herself, held grand dreams of a strong man, one who could rival her, protect her when she was having kids and who she would protect otherwise. His town, so many people, they were just gone. Centuries old.

Nearly a month passed before he was able to ask. Not a month of worrying relentlessly. Wondering if they lived happy lives. If they survived the invasion. If they had missed him. Oh no. He wasn’t that beat up over it. He was just…… curios. Yep. Super fucking curios.

And yet again, he stood there wanting to ask the question, only to distract himself. Avoid it. But he was going to ask. That, and Dia was looking at him expectantly, waiting. Just, words. It’s just words. “Hey, so, um.” Great start. Absolutely fantastic. “What happened to…… what happened to me family?” He finally squeezed the words out. It took far longer than it should have.

Dianite didn’t seem to mind the wait. (He had taken to finding out as much as possible when Tom tried to ask the first time). “Your father died in the same battle as you.” Dianite cringed at the crestfallen look that passed over Tom’s face before being replaced with a hardened expression. “However, it may have you feel better to know he took many more with him. He died valiantly defending the nursing women and children within the church. All but one survived. He was given the title of a hero, just as you had.” Tom’s shoulders released the tension the had taken hold with that information.

“Now your mother,” the god continued,” Lived much longer. She was old and remarried by the time she died, happy to see her great-grandchildren before she passed. Despite her years, she didn’t stop her work as a nurse until a year before her death.” This brought a small smile his champion’s face, however wistful in nature.

“Though you may have gleamed this already, your sister lived a long enough to have children, long enough to see grandchildren, however never saw her great-grandchildren. She had gotten with her fiancé of the time, and Ianitee if you don’t recall, who was surprisingly happy to keep up with her adventurous nature. The two sailed across seas, found new lands, met new people, entered new kingdoms, they saw as much as they could. They eventually settled down in the town you grew up in to raise kids. Alice died to disease at an age younger than your mother, but still lived a bountiful life.”

Tom felt better with that information. Not perfect, it was hard knowing you missed the lives of your loved ones, and he couldn’t bring himself now to ask about his friends, his comrades. Many had died in battle with him. “Perhaps,” Dianite proposed,” We could spy upon your sister’s descendants one day.” That brought a genuine smile onto Tom’s face. “Imagine the chaos they bring about.” He snickered half to himself,” Being related to Allie!”

With a beaming grin, he pulled the god down closer to his height. Standing on his toes, he placed an uncharacteristically shy peck on his lips, as a soft thank you. After a moment, he pulled away. “Is that really the best you can do?” Dianite tossed a smirk to his companion. Tom gave an affronted look, “Well if you weren’t so damn tall!” He laughed, “It won’t matter when you’re on my bed, beloved.”

 

(AN 2: I cant write smut~ I cant write smut~ I don’t know how~ To write smut~)

anonymous asked:

I am a female, who identifies as a lesbian, I ship Sebaciel with a hell blazing passion, and I wonder if you or someone in the Sebaciel fandom happen to know other females who also identify as lesbian that enjoy this MLM ship ? :)

I’m sure there are more than you think, the fandom is full of different people, beings and demons of all types

winteryethereal  asked:

I took the test and got 91, lmao I'm a 17 y/o virgin who had a shitty psychopathic first boyfriend, only held his hand-- the rest of it is definitely from masturbation and... other forms of pleasure (fml). ALSO THAT WAS A LONG SCROLL TO GET TO THE QUIZ. I'M AN ENFP. DOES I MAKE SENSE THAT I'M THIS PURE? THE ANSWER IS YES, HELL TO THE FUCKING YES (also hi!! ♥♥♥ I read all of the previous replies and WHO TF ARE WE?? WHAT?? THERE ARE... AS MANY IF NOT MORE PURE PEOPLE THAN SINNERS??) -Faith

Are you having an existential crisis?

text post sentence starters  /  original version here

  • “bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”
  • “wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”
  • “i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”
  • “i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”
  • “attention: i need attention.”
  • “i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”
  • “drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”
  • “i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”
  • “why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”
  • “i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
  • “i don’t want to look 'pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”
  • “i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”
  • “girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“
  • "i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”
  • “contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”
  • “this could be less hetero.”
  • “to be honest i just need a hug.”
  • “why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”
  • “this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”
  • “are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”
  • “i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”
  • “i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”
  • “i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”
  • “i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”
  • “i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”
  • “fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”
  • “i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”
  • “i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”
  • “which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”
  • “my kink is being right.”
  • “my kink is being home alone.”
  • “you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”
  • “i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”
  • “what about netflix and kill?”
  • “no offense but why does everyone hate me?”
  • “i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”
  • “why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”
  • “if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”
  • “i’m small, queer and something to fear.”
  • “all this sadness is bad for my skin.”
  • “i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”
  • “i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”
  • “she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”
  • “sorry for being awesome, loser.”
  • “is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
theguardian.com
Ten things I learned about writing from Stephen King
The novelist James Smythe, who has been analysing the work of Stephen King for the Guardian since 2012, on the lessons he has drawn from the master of horror fiction
By James Smythe

Stephen King is an All-Time Great, arguably one of the most popular novelists the world has ever seen. And there’s a good chance that he’s inspired more people to start writing than any other living writer. So, as the Guardian and King’s UK publisher Hodder launch a short story competition – to be judged by the master himself – here are the ten most important lessons to learn from his work.

1. Write whatever the hell you like

King might be best known – or, rather, best regarded – as a writer of horror novels, but really, his back catalogue is crammed with every genre you can think of. There are thrillers (Misery, Gerald’s Game), literary novels (Bag Of Bones, Different Seasons), crime procedurals (Mr Mercedes), apocalypse narratives (The Stand), fantasy (Eyes Of The Dragon, The Dark Tower series) … He’s even written what I think of as being one of the greatest Young Adult novels of all time: The Long Walk. Perhaps the only genre or audience he hasn’t really touched so far is comedy, but most of his work features moments that show his deft touch with humour. It’s clear that King does what he wants, when he wants, and his constant readers – the term he calls his, well, constant readers – will follow him wherever he goes.

2. The scariest thing isn’t necessarily what’s underneath the bed

Horror is a curious thing. What scares one person won’t necessarily scare another. And while there might be moments in his horror novels that tread towards the more conventional ideas of what some find terrifying, for the most part, the truly scary aspects are those that deal with humanity itself. Ghosts drive people to madness, telekinetic girls destroy whole towns with their powers, clowns … well, clowns are just bloody terrifying full stop. But the true crux of King’s ability to scare is finding the thing that his readers are actually worried about, and bringing that to the fore. If you’re writing horror, don’t just think about what goes bump in the night; think about what that bump might drive people to do afterwards.

3. Don’t be scared of transparency

One of my favourite things about King’s short story collections are the little notes about each tale that he puts into the text. The history of them, the context for the idea, how the writing process actually worked. They’re not only invaluable material for aspiring writers – because exactly how many drafts does it take to reach a decent story? King knows! – but they’re also brilliant nuggets of insight into King himself. Some people might think that it’s better off knowing nothing about authors when they read their work, but for King, his heart is on his sleeve. In his latest collection, The Bazaar of Broken Dreams, King gets more in-depth than ever, talking about what inspired the stories in such an honest way that it couldn’t have come from another writer’s pen. Which brings us to …

4. Write what you know. Sort of. Sometimes

Write what you know is the most common writing tip you’ll find anywhere. It’s nonsense, really, because if we all did that we’d end up with terribly boring novels about writers staring out of windows waiting for inspiration to hit. (If you like those, incidentally, head straight for the literary fiction section of your nearest bookshop.) But King understands that experience is something which can be channelled into your work, and should be at every opportunity. Aspects of his life – addiction, teaching, his near-fatal car accident, rock and roll, ageing – have cropped up in his work over and over, in ways that aren’t always obvious, but often help to drive the story. That’s something every writer can use, because it’s through these truths that real emotions can be writ large on the page.

5. Aim big. Or small

King’s written some mammoth books, and they’re often about mammoth things. The Stand takes readers into an apocalypse, with every stage of it laid out on the page until the final fantastical showdown. It deals with a horror that hits a group of characters twice in their lives, showing us how years and years of experience can change people. And The Dark Tower is a seven (or eight, or more, if you count the short stories set in its world) part series that takes in so many different genres of writing it’s dizzying. When he needs to, King aims really big, and sometimes that’s what you have to do to tell a story. At the other end of the spectrum, some of King’s most enduring stories – Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption, The Mist – have come from his shorter works. He traps small groups of characters in single locations and lets the story play out how it will. The length of the story you’re telling should dictate the size of the book. Doesn’t matter if it’s forty thousand words or two hundred, King doesn’t waste a word.

6. Write all the time. And write a lot

King’s published – wait for it – 55 novels, 11 collections of stories, 5 non-fiction works, 7 novellas and 9 assorted other pieces (including illustrated works and comic books). That’s over a period of 41 years. That’s an average of two books a year. Which is, I must admit, a pretty giddying amount. That’s years of reading (or rereading, if you’re as foolishly in awe of him as I am). But he’s barely stopped for breath. This year has seen three books published by him, which makes me feel a little ashamed. Still, at my current rate of writing, I might catch up with him sometime next century. And while not every book has found the same critical and commercial success, they’ve all got their fans.

7. Voice is just as important as content

King’s a writer who understands that a story needs to begin before it’s actually told. It begins in the voice of the novel: is it first person, or third? Is it past or present tense? Is it told through multiple narrators, or just the one? He’s a master at understanding exactly why each story is told the way it’s told. Sure, he might dress it up as something simple – the story finding the voice it needs, or vice versa – but through his books you can see that he’s tried pretty much everything, and can see why each voice worked with the story he was telling.

8. And Form is just as important as voice

King isn’t really thought of as an experimental novelist, which is grossly unfair. Some of King’s more daring novels have taken on really interesting forms. Be it The Green Mile’s fragmented, serialised narrative; or the dual publication of The Regulators and Desperation – novels which featured the same characters in very different situations, with unsettling parallels between the stories that unfolded for them; or even Carrie’s mixed-media narrative, with sections of the story told as interview or newspaper extract. All of these novels have played with the way they’re presented on the page to find the perfect medium for telling those stories. Really, the lesson here from King is to not be afraid to play.

9. You don’t have to be yourself

Some of King’s greatest works in the early years of his career weren’t published by King himself. They were in the name of Richard Bachman, his slightly grislier pseudonym. The Long Walk, Thinner, The Running Man – these are books that dealt with a nastier side of things than King did in his properly attributed work. Because, maybe it’s good to have a voice that allows us to let the real darkness out, with no judgments. (And then maybe, as King eventually did in The Dark Half, it’s good to kill that voice on the page … )

10. Read On Writing. Now

This is the most important tip in the list. In 2000, King published On Writing, a book that sits in the halfway space between autobiography and writing manual. It’s full of details about his process, about how he wrote his books, channelled his demons and overcame his challenges. It’s one of the few books about writing that are actually worth their salt, mainly because it understands that it’s about a personal experience, and readers might find that useful. There’s no universal truths when it comes to writing. One person’s process would be a nightmare for somebody else. Some people spend years labouring on nearly perfect first drafts; some people get a first draft written in six weeks, and then spend the next year destroying it and rebuilding it. On Writing tells you how King does it, to help you to find your own. Even if you’re not a fan of his books, it’s invaluable to the in-development writer. Heck, it’s invaluable to all writers.

Sometimes, when it feels like missing you will kill me, I have to look back at how many days have gone by that I’ve survived without you. Ive learned to expand my mind, laugh again, have fun, get out of bed,  seek adventure with other people, and to begin to focus on my major. I did all of this without you. I would’ve rather had you there with me, but you weren’t and I'm still breathing. Every time I wish you were experiencing something with me, or I think about what you would say if you were here, or I feel the loneliness creeping up and consuming me, I remind myself that I’ve survived that feeling many times and that it won’t kill me. It will hurt like hell, but it can’t defeat me.
—  e.m. // like hell

anonymous asked:

What are the main ereri moments in the uprising arc?

Oh boy, lemme show you! People have probably already compiled these scenes but I’mma do it again, because I can’t sleep anyway.

First, there’s little things like Eren cleaning up the new HQ, trying to make sure everything is perfect for his husband’s Levi’s arrival:

Eren is the only one bothered by Levi’s disappointment because he is still learning just how high his husband’s Corporal’s standards are. How could he possibly forget to clean… the… underside of the table…? 

And here’s the two of them sitting next to each other at dinner (which makes us all ask the question, where the hell is Eren’s hand?)

Levi sitting on Eren’s bed while he’s recovering because he cares:

Then there’s the scene when they go to save Eren and he calls out for his man Levi specifically before the rest of them…

 And Levi looking over at Eren with love in his eyes and apologizing for the fact that he’s always the one left with difficult choices:

And then after they’re all saved, Levi tells him “you really look good without a shirt terrible” (which, we all know, in Levi-talk actually means “I’m glad you’re okay”) 

Then there’s that funny little scene where Eren calls Rod Reiss a midget and Levi side-eyes him hard as Eren realizes his poor choice of words:

And then, of course, this beautiful scene where Levi gives Eren his handkerchief to clean up his nosebleed after too much titan training:

Watching him closely with blatant love and affection:

I think that’s all of them… Idk about you, but I’m excited as hell to see these scenes animated :D

Civil War is so full of dramatic irony, and it honestly makes the movie so great, and powerful, and messy. Like, we as an audience know that after Bucky gets found, Steve isn’t fighting about the Accords anymore, he’s fighting to keep Bucky safe. You know who doesn’t know that? Tony, Rhodey, and Vision. They know Bucky’s there, and that he was the Winter Soldier, but they don’t know anything as in depth as Nat, or the people from Team Cap. We as the audience know that Tony had just relived the last conversation he had with his parents on a stage, which is why he reacts so horribly in the final fight scene, but Steve doesn’t know that. We as the audience know that Tony found out about Charles Spencer right after he gave his BARF speech, which made him more emotionally vulnerable, but the Avengers don’t know that. We as the audience know that Sam lost Riley, his partner, who he fell from the sky, the same way Rhodes did, which is why he goes after Rhodes when he goes down. Tony doesnt know that, so he assumes Sam as someone who is still trying to fight them, and protects his best friend. We as the audience know that T'chaka was not murdered by the Winter Soldier, T'challa does not know that. We as an audience know that Steve is afraid of losing more of his past (his fear scene in aou), which causes him to lose sight of the accords in his fight for Bucky, but the other Avengers dont know that. Hell, we as the audience know that Tony’s worst fear is losing the Avengers, more people who he considers family to an outside force that he has no control over, which is why he fights so hard to keep Steve on the team by having them sign the accords. We as the audience know that the Winter Soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark, and we know that Steve knows. Bucky and Tony don’t know that. We as the audience know that they’re all being played by Zemo, the Avengers don’t know that.

So honestly, bravo to the writers because they managed to make a movie that people are STILL arguing about one whole year later.

I tend to fancy flowers too much. That is how I met him. I could see him through the window, watching as he sat outside of a shitty café shop I was in smoking a well finished cigarette. Snorting, I watch as he throws it into a rose bush beside him. This man wasn’t the known stereotyped bad boys that people read on a screen with face piercings and inappropriate tattoos on his body with vibrant eyes that looked into your soul as he held a smirk across him lips. No, this unnamed boy dressed with some sense of fashion, folded sleeves and slacks. He held emotion, only one which was madness.

This man, a indescribable human that was so unbearable that reached inside my body and ruined my soul breaking my heart in the process just by the snap of fingers. How we met wasn’t in a cliché way, not in the one that they show in movies where their hands accidentally touch and look into watch others eyes feeling all those sparks or something bullshit. Hell, we felt something alright when I orgasmed in his bed. I would always worry what people would say if I was seen with him in public, but he never gave a fuck about what others said about the boy. His motto was fuck everybody and be you. He was always blunt and honest even you never asked for his opinion. The way he did me, he’d make you realize who you’re and that nobody is really important so why give a flying fuck? I always disagreed and that’s what he liked about me.

One night when he found me drowning my sorrows in alcohol and smoking only god knows. That man shook something in me that sticls with me today. Instead of caring for me, he slapped me across the face and told me to stop being such a shitty baby.  He told me that if I didn’t like the way I was living was for me to go run away. He told me to find a city where nobody wouldknow who I was and to stop worrying about everything fucking thing that’s happened to me and to grow a pair to just get over it and to just start living life. To create something that only the people around us can remember. That we didn’t have to be famous to be remembered just be remembered for the people you love.

The boy that had eyes of autumn leaves and skin so smooth. Lips so soft I don’t think I could bare I could kiss another. Then man that stole my humanity and left like I was garbage. I didn’t want to believe that happened I’d feel this way. To feel something for a guy that I knew would never live a forever with me like I fantasized. I have and still will deny the fact that I was in love with him. I don’t think I was ever in love. I was just in love with the idea of him.

The thought of him is was ruined me. He burned a piece of him, scarring inside of my mind to never forget about him. I never had the chance for it to rub across his tongue and hear it feeling the vibration of my own voice from the back of my throat looking into his eyes to find his reaction, but never had the gut to admit it in person because the fear of his reaction would’ve killed me.

So I’m just have the memories. He never laughed much, but when he did he laughed like god. When he’d squeeze my knee I’d always jump at the odd feeling, I never got use to his touch, other than him pleasuring me. Sometimes he’d get me high before we fucked. Whispering in my ear that he’d fuck me silly. . I I’ve spent so many times in his bed I’ve lost count.

He always told me that I was changing him and maybe that was the way of him saying I love you? Who knows. He can’t tell me now, can he?

—  #1 Experts of a story I’ll never write (via @atmospher-e)

Hi my name is Damien Allan Poe Bloodmarch and I have long ebony black hair that reaches my mid-back and violent violet eyes like dying lilac and a lot of people tell me i look like Count Dracula (AN: if you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Edgar Allan Poe but i wish i was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a vegetarian, and i live in a neighborhood with a bunch of other dads (i’m gay). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. i love Hot Topic and i buy all my clothes from there. For example today i was wearing a vintage victorian vest and white button up shirt with a matching lace jabot at the front and a black pair of trousers, and black oxfords. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eyeshadow. I was walking around the neighborhood. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which i was very happy about. All the other dads stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

To anyone who says “[Character] is [insert]sexual and everything else is wrong because I said so! uwuwu”

To anyone who says “[Character] is obviously [insert gender identity here], so if you’re viewing them differently, you’re the worst uwuwuwu”

To anyone who harrasses others and/or talks shit about them because they headcanon something differently and thus, want to invalidate these people’s opinions in any way.

Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

part 1 | part 2



“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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anonymous asked:

idk if i already asked this, but how do you only use 5-6 adjustment layers? it's my greatest struggle in making gifs. I can NEVER do that. I use like 10 layers max to get the look I want. although the gif makers' tips I look at always say to keep it 5-6 layers :/

Hey there! I’ve received a similar ask, and I had yet to reply to it cause I’m so behind with replying to everyone due to lack of time, so if it was you, I’m so sorry!

Before I get into anything though, I’d like to say that…. you really shouldn’t let what all the other giffers say condition what you do. What works for others may not work for you, and if you’re happy with how your colouring turns out, what does it matter if it takes you a few more layers than other people? We all colour in different ways, and obviously tutorials and advices are super useful and they can teach you some stuff you had yet to discover and it’s always great to improve, but at the end of the day what’s important is the result and if you’re happy with yours, don’t pay too much attention to what other people say or do.

The thing I always stress about is making tiny adjustments, cause if you go super crazy with those, you just end up reducing the quality of the gif, by bringing out pixels.

How the hell do I only use 5/6 layers when I’m making tiny adjustments? Well, it depends on the layers you use and how you use them.

I end up using a couple more layers if I’m making a colour porn gifset, cause I abuse of selective colour, but generally I just use curves, brightness/contrast, exposure, selective colour, colour balance and photo filter. 

Out of all them, curves is the one that will impact your gif the most, and will make you lose less layers after, if you use it correctly. And by using it correctly I mean if you use the eyedrop tool with the white tip:

What this tool does is it turns whatever colour you click on with it into the whitest point of your gif, brightening everything accordingly. This is very useful especially if you’re giffing a dark scene! I’ve talked a bit about this tool here.

Everything is going to make more sense once you start using it, cause the more you practice with it, the more you get the hang of it! 

What you want to do once you click on it is to click on the lightest point of your scene. Keep in mind that it’s going to turn that point into white, so if you choose a dark colour your entire gif is going to look like crap. You want to choose as close to white as you can, but if you choose actually white, it’s not going to do much of anything at all. 

Now, you also need to keep in mind that this tool is going to affect the tone of your gif, based on which colour you pick, so if you pick a yellowish colour, it’s going to change the tone of the gif into blue, if you pick yellow it’s gonna make everything blue-ish and so on, going in the opposite way (so it’s very useful for those movies/tv shows that have a terrible yellow filter and such). 

Example:

if I were to pick that light green/blue colour behind harley (the red dot)

my gif would turn like this:

see? that colour turned into white, the gif was brightened accordingly, but since I chose a blue/green-ish colour, now the tone is reddish!

If I were to pick harley’s hair where it’s lighter instead:

I’d get this:

much better, right? 

A lot of this is trial by error. You’re going to need to click on a lot of stuff and undo it until you find a combo that works for your scene, but the more you use this tool, the more you understand how it works and the easier it gets!

Now you see why I would only need a couple more layers to be happy with my gif! And that’s by only using one tool, curves! Notice also how despite the fact that it’s a dark scene with shitty lighting, it got brightened straight away without bringing out pixels/lowering the quality!

You can achieve great results with a few layers, you just have to use the right ones ;)

Bigotry follows the 5 Stages of Grief

I had a Shower Moment ™ the other day where i realized that most if not all forms of bigotry follow the 5 stages of grief. here i’ve even provided some examples:

1. Denial

“Transgender doesn’t exist (in nature)”

“Gay doesn’t exist (in nature)”

“Female sexuality doesn’t exist”

“Black intelligence doesn’t exist”

“Pagan souls (and thus inherent value in their lives) don’t exist”

“Disabled people’s value to society doesn’t exist (ie. if its not monetary it doesn’t count)”

2. Anger

[Insert every slur and hate crime ever. I’m not gonna list them individually. Its too varied and too depressing.]

3. Bargaining

“I don’t have a problem with them calling themselves whatever gender they want, but I don’t want them in my bathroom”

“I don’t have a problem with gay people, I just don’t approve of that lifestyle”

“I’m okay with my woman wanting sex, but only if its with me and whenever I want it”

“I don’t have a problem with them living in my neighborhood, but I ain’t letting them marry into my family”

“They don’t have to go to the same church as me, but I can’t stand them wearing their pagan symbols in public”

“Yeah sick people need help, but only if they’re really truly sick (as I define it) and not faking like most of them are”

4. Depression

“You just can’t say anything now without offending someone

“Back in the Good Ol’ Days you could [insert bigoted action without social consequences here]”

“These [slur]s just ruin everything! Now they’re in my [media of choice] too!”

“Well [person or media of choice] bought into that politically correct crap, so I guess I’ll have to stop watching/reading/listening to their stuff”

5. Acceptance

[That long awaited day few seem to reach where they stop being as much of an egregious asshole about whatever bigoted views they once held]

why the fuck does this happen?

my bet is because bigots are grieving a worldview that was once comforting in its familiarity and assuredness that they have since discovered is outdated

is it still shitty what they do?

hell yes

then why the fuck did you make this post?

because understanding why someone does a thing can help you figure out how to convince them to not do the thing

but there is other shit bigots pull that’s not on this post!

yeah. sometimes (additional) abusive behavior gets thrown in. usually in the anger stage but can happen in any stage. all i can say to that is sometimes people have bad coping skills. or are incapable of things that help minimize the damage they do to others before it happens. or they just don’t care how much damage they do.

sometimes the additional abuse is an attempt to force things to go back to how it was before. those tactics don’t work. or at least don’t work in the long run, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t leave a pile of hurt, broken, or dead people behind in its wake.