how can you resist this man

When you gotta help your cowbae sew up his tattered serape & he be braiding your hair with pretty flowers as thanks.

(or rather he simply has nothing to do & can’t resist them silky black hair) <3

Just me self-indulging in the smol kind o daily things in the Mchanzo’s life. This is how I imagine the ship is like most of the time. heh



November 14th.
In the coffee shop,
the man in the
Make America Great Again hat
smiles at me, so I take this
as an invitation.

“Pardon me, but I have to ask—
do you think Trump’s
ideologies keep every person
in this country safe?“

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Ma’am, I can’t get wrapped up
in identity politics, all I can
worry about is how
I’m going to feed my girls.”


At my 40th birthday party,
an acquaintance asks
why we have “so much
Mexican art in the house.”

“It might be because I’m Mexican,” I say.

“No,” he laughs, “you’re not Mexican.”

“Yes. I am.”

“No,” he continues, reassuringly,
“and if you are, you’re only, maybe, 17%.“

The winter air stiffens between us.
An old, familiar pain.


There was a time when I
would have thanked him.

The early years,
when I wanted only to pass,
to rid myself of my last name—
the dead giveaway,
its muddy lineage

crawl out from the burying shame
that held me down every time
my father picked me up
from school in our shitty car,
his bushy mustache
& brown face
magnified by the sun.


A local white woman
posts a photo of her new tattoo:
a Mayan god etched eternal
on her flesh. When I point out
the disrespect, she assures me
she speaks Spanish fluently,
spent three years
in South America.

For the next six hours,
I argue with her friends.
They demand I quit being so
divisive. Judgemental. Close-minded.

“We have a racist running for President,
and you’re complaining about a tattoo?”
asks the white boy, who spray paints
murals all over this city
with impunity.

O, to be permitted the luxury
of only worrying about one thing at a time.

O, to be white in America,
to wake up knowing every god is your god.


When you never see yourself,
you search for yourself all the time.

You know the white girl
in the sombrero isn’t you.
The bro dude in Calavera makeup
isn’t either, not the ponchos
and glued on mustaches,
not the lowrider Chevy
in the Disney movie
or the hoochie-coochie
sex pot on the Emmy
award-winning television show.

Maybe you are only this:

the scorched bird pulled
from the chimney,
covered in soot.
Not the actual bird,
its velvet sack
of jigsaw’d bones,
but the feeling
of recognition.

The ash of knowing.


A white comedian tells this joke:
“I used to date Hispanics,
but now I prefer consensual.”

The audience laughs.
And you do, too.
Until the punchline hardens,
translates into a stone
in your throat.

You swallow it, like you always do.

You don’t change the channel,
but you also can’t remember
a single joke she tells after that.

A few months later, the comedian’s career
blows up. She’s so real. So edgy.
Such a hardcore feminist.
When someone writes an essay on
her old stand-up routines—
noting her blindspot when it comes to race,

her response is:

“It is a joke and it is funny.
I know that because people laugh at it.”


If two Mexicans are in a car, who is driving?
A police officer.

How do you starve a Mexican?
Put their food stamps in their work boots.

What’s the difference between a Mexican and an elevator?
One can raise a child.

What do you call a Mexican baptism?
Bean dip

How do you stop a Mexican from robbing your house?
Put a help wanted sign in the window.

What do you call a Mexican driving a BMW?
Grand theft auto

What do you call a Mexican without a lawnmower?

What do you call a building full of Mexicans?

How do you keep Mexicans from stealing?
Put everything of value on the top shelf.

What do you call a bunch of Mexicans running downhill?
A mudslide.

Why don’t Mexicans play Hide ’n Seek?
No one will look for them.

What does a Mexican get for Christmas?
Your TV.

What do you call the Arizona man shot to death
by his white neighbor, screaming, “Go back to Mexico!”
Juan Varela


November 29th.
For weeks, I’ve avoided
eye contact with strangers.
My face is a closed curtain.
My mouth, the most
decorated knife.
I pay for groceries,
grab the receipt &
let my half-hearted
thank yous trail like smoke.
I no longer want to see
who refuses to see me.

Anyone is everyone.


December 1st.
I keep waking up.
There isn’t anyone
white enough to stop me.

Pantomime the living until
the body remembers:
wicked bitch. Bloodwhirl.
Patron Saint of the Grab Back.

Still. Still. Still. Still. Still. Still here.


I etch my own face upon my wicked flesh.
I am my own devastating god.


Rachel McKibbens, Dec. 2016

Check Please Drawing Problems By Character

Bitty: how do I communicate he has big eyes without looking ridiculous or entering uncanny valley territory? how do I make him look 20? why are his features so simple but so hard to draw??!?!!

Jack: *Bitty voice*: His eyes are too wolf eyes. resisting the urge to just reference Sidney Crosby. Boyband Bangs™ Dorito Chip Bod™

Shitty: To Draw Him In-Character is to Draw Him Naked but I Don’t Want to Be NSFW: a novel, by me. proper mustache volume. to flow or not to flow?

Lardo: too perfect, makes you feel inferior. how to fit her in frame with other characters given size difference?? which of her equally iconic hairstyles do I use???

Ransom: makes me cry because he’s not real. cheekbones physically painful to draw they’re so beautiful. hands so big and I’m maybe a little too into it??

Holster: glasses or no?? chicklet teeth??? everything is rectangular??????

Nursey: also too beautiful help. how floofy to make hair??? *references comic for the billionth time to remember which arm the tattoo is on* “does his face look young enough for me to add stubble without making him look forty?” his eyebrows take the square root of his eye

Dex: “Okay, but how about more freckles?” is it even possible for someone to blush like this?? just exactly how big are the ears?? always taller than I think he is. cryptid eyes

Chowder: crying because I always want to give my son the eyebrows he deserves. how much shark merchandise??

Parse: *draws him in a snapback just to avoid drawing his hair* (seriously I don’t know how to draw his hair help) “hm I wonder what color I should make his eyes this time” cute, upturned, freckled nose totally belying personality??? too easy to draw sad

Tater: lksdfksdflkj he’s so broad i’m so weak help. resisting the urge to just reference Evgeni Malkin. which side of his face to put the smile on. gold chain??

Farmer: how much gum? has almost too much eyebrow. needs to give some to chowder. not enough in-comic appearances to reference @ngozi get on that

George: wanting to add more muscle definition but not knowing how. how messy to make her bun?? she and farmer go to the same eyebrow place

Alicia: *just gives in and references Gillian Anderson* looks better in her fifties than I do at 20

Camilla and Bob: I’ve never drawn them. yes this is a problem


Chapter 27 (a man like you) part - 11
He going to smash tonight 😏😍🍆 *wink* *wink* ❤️💕😍🤗

❤️❤️I mean its a guess of whats gonna happen next chapter, i mean how can Jun have the resistance to not touch Go siwon? He couldn’t even manage to not kiss him, he even admitted it in the last few chapters that when he saw him every time he wanted to kiss him.. idk if its just me here but i want them to do the naughty and not stop half of the way! 😜🤗😍❤️❤️
Making Memories- A Doctor Strange FanFic (Intro)

Imagine being in the midst of your training at Kamar-Taj when Doctor Stephen Strange shows up. The Ancient One asks you to take him under your wing. You know you shouldn’t be attracted to someone as tragically flawed and arrogant as him, and yet by some sick twist of fate, you seem to be perfect for one another. How long can you really resist the attention he gives you?

Doctor Strange X Reader Romance


“We have a new student joining us today,” The Ancient One announces calmly at the end of meditation. “Everyone, this is Mister Stephen Strange,” she introduces.

A tall, slightly unkempt man steps forward and gives an awkward wave. “It’s Doctor Stephen Strange, actually,” he corrects. You can’t help but roll your eyes from the back row. Greeeat, you think to yourself. Another broken, pretentious jerk to avoid.

“Y/N,” The Ancient One calls, startling you. “A word please. The rest of you are free to go.”

With wide eyes, you obey, quickly scrambling to your feet from your cross-legged position on the floor. “Yes Master?” you step forward and inquire with respect.

“I’d like for Mister Strange to shadow you while he gets his bearings,” she explains. “Show him around. Answer any questions he might have to the best of your ability.”

You sneak a glance at the gentleman standing to your left. This should be fun, you think sarcastically, eyeing him up and down. The last thing you needed was some fragile skeptic looking to you for answers.

“I’ll do my best,” you say in the most convincing voice you can manage.

“Thank you, Y/N,” The Ancient One replies. “Oh, and- don’t let him give you too much trouble,” she adds discreetly with a hint of amusement in her expression.

You force a smile and nod. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[A/N: Sorry it’s so short, but it is just an intro. The coming chapters will be much longer. More soon, I promise!]

Were you asleep in history class?

What kind of world are we in where a guy can’t get punched in the face for being a Nazi. How are people so hypocritical that they’ll support bombing civilians in the name of democracy, but are suddenly pacifists and law abiding citizens when their golden boy gets his shit rocked? There are actual people willingly throwing up Nazi salutes when this man speaks. But a black man gets murdered by the police for no reason, and they go back to “maybe he shouldn’t have resisted”. If the law of the land is your ultimate moral compass, you’ll always be blind.

Title: Not so Delicate

Author: Toxic

“Indra-san, I would rather you not squish my face again please.”

Indra’s poker face looked directly at Sakura in a way that Sakura knew that man in front of her was not comprehending her words like the men in her genin, chunin, jounin, and anbu days.

Sakura sighed.

How she got stuck in a fairy’s body way back in time is beyond her.



Indra smiled at his small friend, he just can’t resist squishing and keeping her all to himself.


Okay so @misanderousmisfit replied to my post with “Awkward locker room encounter after the events of the last episode” and honestly how can I resist?


Jonathan loathes gym class; in fact he doesn’t think he’s ever hated a class as much as gym. Even math couldn’t compare to the tragedy of gym. The coach made him participate in everything, and considering he wasn’t the most athletic in the world, it was like a death sentence.

“Byers, you’re supposed to catch the ball with your hands not your face!” The coach blows his whistle as the other boys laugh and taunt him, and he drags himself off of the dirty floor. “That’s game point, hit the showers!” The man snaps, and Jonathan watches them all head into the locker room.

Not to be a cliché, but the locker room was like a personal hell of his. There was no teacher around to supervise so Jonathan often had his towel yanked off or even worse he was snapped with one. Since Will had come back, he’d been admittedly happier, but nothing could make him enjoy the gross locker room.

“Careful guys, better keep your towels on, the fag is here!” He hears Tommy H crow, the others snicker and laugh as Jonathan scowls. The guy had it out for him since elementary, but it’d only gotten worse after the fight in the alley.

“At least I’m not the one pulling other guys’ towels off, Tommy.” It’s a direct call out, and he’s not sure what’s gotten into him. But he realizes his mistake when he’s grabbed and shoved into a locker. One of the problems with being 5′8 and skinny was that he still fit into the lockers somehow. When the door slams shut, he tries to push it back open to no avail. The other guys in the locker room are howling in amusement, a few tap on the locker door tauntingly on their way out.

He could fight a monster from another dimension but he couldn’t keep himself from getting shoved around by pretty much every upperclassman (and some of the larger underclassmen) in his school.

The kids filter out; Jonathan wonders how long it’ll take for the coach or the janitor to come let him out.

He’s in there for a few minutes, legs starting to cramp and shoulder aching from the position it was in. Then there’s suddenly someone whistling as they step into the locker room.

“A little help?” He calls, humiliation washing over him as the whistling stops and footsteps come closer. Then, he spots who it is through the vent in the top of the locker, and he wishes he’d never spoken at all.

The locker door opens and Jonathan stumbles out ungracefully. He stares at the lockers, the floor, anything but the person across from him.

“Hey, Jonathan.” Steve greets hesitantly, Jonathan nods his head and waves feebly. “I’m guessing Tommy?” He asks quietly, and Jonathan nods once more. “Yeah, he’s been giving me shit too lately. Take my advice, hang behind after class under the bleachers until they’re all gone.” He explains. “That’s what I do.”

“Yeah, right.” He agrees warily, glancing up through his fringe to find Steve’s gaze much more sincere than he expected.

“And next time, try to stick next to me in dodgeball. It’s painful watching you take a pounding like that.” He pats Jonathan’s shoulder awkwardly, and Jonathan ducks his head, hoping that Steve will just go away so he can be miserable in peace. “By the way, Nancy’s been trying to get ahold of you. We wanted to know if maybe you wanted to sit with us at lunch?” He suggests, and Jonathan looks up in surprise.

“We?” He asks, and Steve smiles.

“Yeah, man. Monster hunting buddies for life, that’s a bond nobody can break.” He grins, and Jonathan is stunned as Steve ruffles his sweaty hair and turns away to head back into the showers.

Okay, so maybe gym wasn’t so bad.

@escapingreality51 I COULDN’T AGREE MORE!! <3


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Kyungsoo being gay cute -because that anon asked for it!-

we all have seen this

how he rest his head in jongin’s shoulder

how he seems to be


a little puppy

the maknae like kyungoo hyung so much

So gay… errr… CUTE, even with the couple rings *3*


helping pretty Luge

hugged by Luge


xingxing the real namja strikes again





man!! they are not girls! just in case you didn’t know! you are so gay!! i mean… cute!!

he knows they aren’t girls…

he knows

nobody can resist Do Kyungsoo


well Donghae did it!! he resisted!

but… the squishy is too much

it’s an overdose♪ -of squishyness(?)-

favorite hyung forevahh


Kyungsoo is THE CUTEST OF CUTEST!! SOrry u_U everybody loves him! <3


Voltron season 2 theory

(sorry for the terrible quality)

There may be a resistance in the galra empire.

Remember this guy?

You know how he saved all the palidens asses at some point? You do? good.

In the season 2 trailer there’s this scene. Now time to analyze it

•In the image you see a man standing with all the palidens most likely saving their asses again and probably has the palidens trust.

•if you do a close up of him you can clearly see that he is of galra decent

• He is most likely the dude in the armor. The swords match and so does do the colours and it would make sense for him to cover his entire face up beacause it’s so easy to tell if someone is galran or not. And if he’s working in secret he can’t disobey the empire. (well the point of a mask to hide who you are)

•You might assume that the guy in the armor is the guy who sabotaged the galran empires force field but looking at them, the alien Mohawk thingy ( a flesh Mohawk????) Are different colours and the armor guy doesn’t have a darker purple patch underneath his flesh mohawk. (???)

•and if that’s the case who is the person that helps Keith???

•the ??? Guy has different armor and uses a gun type weapon

•But his gun shoots purple lazers

•All seen galra weapons are purple. The ion canon, shiros arm, the swords, THE GUN LAZERS, etc.

•So we can assume that this person is also of galran decent

So we have three people who help out the palidens maybe there will be more? After all we know that not all galran are blood thirsty killers some of them are just there because they have to be or have nothing else to do. Remember “on a scale of one to five how blood thirsty are you?”
“Like a three?”




Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Sweet Y/N,

I have a confession to make, the first time we met I was taken aback by how beautiful you are. I had always wanted to be alone, I didn’t care that people didn’t like me I was thee to do a job and get a pay check. Causing as much destruction as possible was an added bonus.

Then you came along. You weren’t like the other Superstars there was this difference about you that was desperately trying to pull me in and no matter how much I tried to resist, you kept drawing me in. It terrified me. It terrifies me. Instead of being a rational adult, I thought if I were mean to you that maybe you would leave. Dealing with a man like me isn’t easy. I didn’t want to burden you with that. This is the most selfish thing I am going to do because I can’t keep away from you and  now I am afraid because I’ve probably messed everything up.

Please tell me I haven’t.  I don’t know if I could cope with knowing that I messed up a possibly great thing. I really hope you can give me a second chance. I promise I can be a nice person. I will be a nice person, I’ll provide you with warmth and security I can be the man you need. I just need the opportunity to prove it to you.

We can be friends for a while if you want. We can spend every waking moment together if you want too. 

I just want an opportunity to prove it to you,


Requests are going to be closing for Love Letters soon so please if you have any requests for any Male Superstars from RAW, Smackdown, NXT, Crusierweight division please send them in.

Soooo I commissioned @luciasatalina to draw my husbando Lavi from D.Gray-man and I’m just

I HAVE BEEN INTERNALLY SCREAMING FOR THE LAST 7 HOURS well not completely because I fell asleep half way it was like 1am when I received it and I fangirled till like 3am because that’s when I passed out wheEEE BUT THIS IS SO PERFECT AAAAAAA


I mean look at my darling’s face ^ how can you resist; especially in that beautiful art style ; v ;


(Forgive me for all the caps I’m just so overly elated over this ;;;; I hope I can commish you again in future…! ♡)

Respect (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Originally posted by ohhseby

Prompt: Hey there! So happy and envious that you got to watch the Bronze. Wanting to get it myself. You oh so kindly asked for a Lance Tucker prompt, and, I hope I give a good one: “I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth.”

Also there was a request that wasn’t worded like that, but it was a great request for more Sub!Lance so how could I resist? 

A/N: SUB!LANCE MAKES A RETURN. I got done watching The Bronze last night and all it made me want to do was smack that bastard around the face then sit on it. You know. The standard reaction to a movie. Anyway! Thank you to the fabulous @minervaem and @marvelfanuniverse for their prompts! 

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I Bet You 100 Credits...

Anon asked:  You are obviously really good at being hilarious (I read the bum slap piece haha). I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of how to lose a guy in ten days, where Poe is the confident cocky guy who says to his friends he can get reader no trouble, and reader swears she can resist Poe no trouble to her friends. Poe pulls out all the stops and reader does everything wrong on purpose to chase him away and in the end they realize they really just like each other for real?

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Man, one of my favorite rom-coms, anon! Great choice for a prompt!)

Plot Summary: It all started with two simultaneous bets between our dear protagonists and their friends. Poe Dameron bets 100 credits against his pilot colleagues that he’ll be able to get Y/N, the Communications Major, to fall for him in ten days. Y/N, on the other hand, bets to her fellow officers 100 credits that she can easily resist temptation from the flirty pilot for ten days. The two are at a stalemate, but someone needs to win.

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“So, Poe. I’ve noticed you’re hanging out in the Communications Bay more often.” Snap walked up to his superior officer, teasing him after a scouting flight.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Poe asked, removing his helmet, obviously on his way to said bay.

“Nothing, just thinking about Y/N, your ‘girlfriend.’” Snap drawled out as Poe shook his head.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Snap. We’re just colleagues.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“No, I don’t like her, honestly. Besides, even if I wanted to date her, I could have gotten her a long time ago, easy.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you, Commander.”

Poe stopped, turning to face the man.

“Are you questioning my abilities?” Poe grinned, an idea popping into his head.

“Well, yeah. I am. You’re saying you can get Y/N, one of the most stubborn girls in the base, to go out with you?”

“Definitely.” Poe replied, cockily.

“100 credits says I can get her to fall for me in 10 days. If I’m not dating her before time’s up, you get the credits.” Snap crossed his arms.

“Oh-ho! A bet! You’re on. You’re going down, Poe.” The two men shook hands, both intent on winning.

“Poe’s been hanging out with you a lot, lately, Major.” Connix walked up to you, smirking.

“Yeah, so? We’re just friends.”

“Are you serious? Come on, he’s been flirting with you for weeks!”

“…Well, I…” You’ve got no more defenses.

“You like him!”

“Okay, maybe, but I’m not going to act on anything!”

“Sure you aren’t.”

“Connix, you can’t possibly be questioning my ability to have self control.”

“I dunno, Y/N. He’s very persistent~!”

“Fine. 100 credits say I can resist every move he makes for 10 days straight.”

“Oh, wow, a bet! You’re gonna lose.”

“You’ll be eating those words when you give me my credits!” The two of you shook hands, as you hardened your face, determined to win some extra money.

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anonymous asked:

Fassbender will be the death of me

The man has been killing me for 10 damn years, so join the club! I actually told him that when I met him and he was really touched - which really didn’t help, it just made me love him even more!

How can you resist this face

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or this one

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or this (one of my faves)

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….and super cute when silly

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He’s just my fave, what can i say?

Thanks for the ask!

James and Lily's wedding

Sirius tried to make James and Lily’s wedding the perfect blend of muggle and wizard traditions (I mean obviously everyone else tried too, but Sirius tried especially hard, because James and Sirius were best friends, and let’s face it, Lily and Sirius were too) and he heard about this muggle tradition of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and he had heard it was about the bride but honestly he was about as beautiful as the bride, if not more so, and don’t deny it Lils, you know no one can resist m and why shouldn’t he be able to organise it, because he’s perfectly responsible. Sirius then deciding that this was the best idea muggles ever had. Fast forward to Jily’s wedding and Sirius isn’t there and how can we have a wedding WITHOUT THE BEST MAN?? And damn it he was meant to arrive with Marlene, but we can’t delay the wedding any longer but the one strange thing is that this weird old man is winking at James and he looks just like an old Sirius and honestly he’s just so creeped out, but they go ahead with the service anyways, because if I can’t have Sirius I don’t want a best man. Until suddenly Lily’s walking up the aisle and James can’t think or do anything because she’s just so beautiful that he can’t think or do anything and wow she’s almost glowing and she’s perfect and he’s the luckiest man in the world and when James’s little cousin walks up with the ring (because obviously the ring bearer was the cutest little child ever) the-old-man-who-looks-like-Sirius pops up and says ‘You alright Prongs? Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t show up’ and he winks and James and Lily are speechless; but more strange things keep happening and then Remus stands up with a new hair cut and just mouths ‘Sirus made me do it’ and he’s trying to look annoyed but you can just see that he’s really so happy to do anything for his friends because he loves them so much, but it’s not over yet because a glittering tiara appears on Lily’s head and the-old-man-who-looks-like-Sirius-who-is-actually-Sirius-with-an-aging-potion is saying how he ‘borrowed’ it from his mother who won’t mind at all as long as it’s back before she notices, and then everyone’s looking for Peter, the fourth marauder, who turns up in a baby blue bonnet and a little frilly suit that he was blackmailed into by Sirius (who obviously is the king of blackmail because c'mon it’s IN HIS NAME) and James is just so confused, and he looks over to Lily, who is crying with happiness because she can’t believe how much they care and how much effort it must’ve taken, and James just sees her mouthing something, and he’s just like why is she talking about blue things??? Until it suddenly clicks and he remembers this muggle thing Lily was telling him about last week and it all fits and he realises what it all means.

Tonight on Aunty Fishy abuses the Ewan McGregor Google Search algorithm, here is a WIP of the three Obi-Wans in my fic Where Shall We Three Meet Again? They’re not done by any stretch of the imagination but you know, how could I not give Arulas his proper eye color? HOW CAN I RESIST SITH EYES? I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.

They are from left to right…

Canon! Obi-Wan Kenobi otherwise known as The Old Man or occasionally Ben Kenobi.
Fem! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Little Sister.
Sith! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Darth Arulas.

Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Picture-But-In-This-Fic is Anakin Skywalker, otherwise known as The Podracer and you can find a lovely portrait done by @writegowrite right HERE.

Also, please click to make it bigger so you can actually see details, if you want to? You don’t have to but I think it looks better that way. Also, I think Arulas has raided Count Dooku’s wardrobe. I may need to talk to him about that.


“Dude, you gotta find your chill, man. Life’s too short, or too long, or something.” 

“Oh. Well. How would I do that, exactly? Find my chill?” 

“…okay, hang on.” 

“Ahhhh, yes, very nice.  So how’s my chill now?” 

“The chillest.” 

“Excuse me, Mr. Cain, I’m sorry to interrupt but…” 

“Not now, my little bee friend, I’m…chilling.” 


Misty!!! He’s lovely, and very chill, as you can see. Thank you!