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Lord of Shadows SPOILERS!!!

SPOILERS!!!!! I loved LoS and low-key believe Ragnor is back and being devious af. Kitty was sooo cute and when Kit held Ty it broke my heart and I screamed. Kierarktina is my ot3 and I love them to death. Emma being a badass and killing Fal was AMAZING. +The Jemma sarcasm is what I live for. DIANA IS A TRANSGENDER WOMAN AND I LOVE HER WITH ALL OF MY OWN TRANSGENDER HEART!!!!! +Gwyn is amazing. Malcom’s diaries ripped my heart out and I love/hate him and am sad he died….Again. JON DIDN’T NEED TO DIE! ROBERT DIDN’T NEED TO DIE! LIVVY DIDN’T NEED TO DIE! AND THE WARLOCKS NEED TO GET BETTER!!! That being said: anyone else cry unmanful tears at the end of LoS? I did.

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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

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Any idea how many gay jokes there are?

I just want to point out something. A joke is only funny when it isn’t used ad nauseam.

So, basically, when can we say this isn’t a joke but that there’s serious intent? How many times before we can rightfully say: this isn’t a joke, this is a pattern. This isn’t a bonus, this is the heart of the text?

10? 15? 20? One per episode? Twice per episode?

(Brace yourself)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say the the gods & monsters series is one of the most wonderful things I've read. I know that some already have Hades in them but could you please do one about Hades and Persephone meeting? That would be amazing, thank you

Apollo comes to her, warm and smiling. He likes her body, its gentle curves, the flawless skin, how it shines with the youth and strength of spring. He is the sun and she is the earth, and it is from his rays that she gains her strength, and it would be expected of them to love each other. The god is golden, from his skin to his hair to his mischievous eyes, and there is not an inch of him that is not as lovely as the rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves.

Kore is not stupid. She knows Apollo does not linger, that she will be a wife in name and little else; he will lie with her and worship her and then grow bored of her.

Hermes comes to her, eyes sharp and hands gentle. He likes her mind, her acuteness, the way she views the world as a gem cutter would a raw emerald. He is wings and air and she is firmly rooted in the earth, she is as far from him as one can be, but his skin and hers are the exact same shade and she finds the shape of his mouth pleasing. She likes the way he considers her his equal.

But Hermes is meant to fly, spends his time carrying messages for Zeus and meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. He may be a fine enough man, but he’s no husband.

She has two offers – each from powerful gods, each attractive and clever. There’s no reason she should find them both as unappealing as congealed chicken fat, yet she does.

“I do not often find you alone,” a deep, feminine voice says, and Kore suppresses a sigh as she turns to greet the approaching woman. She sits deep in the forest under a blossoming apple tree, but this is not her dominion alone.

“I am not often alone,” she concedes, observing the blood soaked goddess. “I’m assuming none of that is yours?”

Artemis doesn’t have enough hair to toss it over her shoulder, but she runs a hand through it, pushing it out of her face and streaking it copper in the process. “Of course not. I hope you weren’t too attached to the bucks of this forest.”

“Animals are not my concern,” she answers, “Besides, I am the goddess of spring, and therefore am born from death. It would be foolish of me to reject that which bore me.”

“Funny you should say that,” she says, “since all of Olympus is gossiping about how desperately you seek to leave the sanctuary of what bore you.”

Kore raises an eyebrow. Artemis is clumsy with her words, but she supposes the woman has never had a need to be otherwise. There are few as transparently straightforward as the huntress. She smiles, “Perhaps it is more funny, dear cousin, how easily the words prison and sanctuary become entangled.“

Artemis crosses her arms and sucks her lower lips between her teeth. “No,” she says finally, sobering, “I don’t think that’s very funny at all.”

Kore arranges her skirts around her, the green of the thread and that of the grass nearly identical. “If you’re here to plead your brother’s case for my hand, I’m willing to listen.”

The huntress snorts, derisive, and Kore raises an eyebrow. “I would not recommend my brother’s hand,” she says, “There are other parts of his anatomy which leave many satisfied, however, if that falls within your interests.”

“I am a more desirable bride as a virgin,” she answers instead of saying that the thought of touching a man she does not love makes her skin crawl. Artemis laughs as if she just told a joke, but if so Kore is ignorant of the punchline.

She does not know if she could love either Hermes or Apollo, at least not for the eternity that marks a god’s impossibly long life. It would result in a rather lackluster love making, which is presumably their main goal in pursuing her.

She dislikes her options. Behind her is the gilded cage of her mother’s overprotectiveness, and ahead of her lies the gilded cage of a loveless marriage.

“Kore,” Artemis says, frowning, “if – if you are to defy Demeter, you must go someplace that she cannot enter, a place where her magic cannot reach you.”

“Where might that be?” Kore asks dryly, “She is as I am – all that grows from this earth is our domain. Perhaps in the sea I could hide from her, but Poseidon is no friend of mine and has no reason to grant me asylum.”

Artemis shrugs, a wry twist to her lips. She cracks her neck on either side and walks back from where she came, but not before calling out over her shoulder, “I guess there is no such place Kore, goddess of spring, born of death and Demeter.“

Kore is still for a long time, staring at the place where Artemis stood.

Perhaps she is not so clumsy with her words after all.


Slipping away from her mother’s watchful eye is always monstrous task, even more so since the rumors of her proposals, but she manages. She finds the River Styx and follows it against its current, walking past and through all the warning sign that she’s gone too far, ignores the prickle along her skin as she crosses the threshold from this world to the next.

Almost immediately she comes across a hooded figure standing besides a small boat. “Charon,” she greets confidently. She tries to catch a peek under his hood, but he tilts his head away from her and manages to give the impression that he’s frowning at her even though she can’t see his face. “I need passage across the river.”

“You are not dead, lady goddess,” he says.

She holds out a shiny gold coin, “I can pay.”

“You are not dead,” he repeats, “You may not be ferried across.”

She nearly snaps at him, but instead takes a firm hold on her temper and thinks. Charon did not say she was not permitted to enter the underworld, only that he may not ferry her across. She peeks into the rushing river. It’s so powerful and fast that it churns grey foam and the water itself looks black, or perhaps that is simply whatever lies beneath. She skims her hand across the surface and the skin of her fingertips comes away burned and blistering.

“May I swim?” she asks.

“There are no rules preventing the impossible,” he tells her, but his shoulders stiffen as if he’s grown nervous.

Kore is not nervous. Either she survives and manages to enter the underworld, or she dies and Charon will have no choice but to ferry her across.

She sheds her gown – it will only weigh her down and get in her way. “My lady goddess,” Charon says, and Kore would almost say he sounds panicked. “Please do not –”

She jumps into the river.

It burns all over, white hot pain that makes her want to scream, but she has no interest in discovering what would happen if she were to swallow any of this supposed water. The current fights against her at every turn, and her muscles bunch and strain to not be swept away. It’s improbably difficult, the most difficult thing she’s ever done, but she grasps the edge of the shore with peeling hands and heaves her bloody body unto the ground.

Her entire body is one throbbing wound. Perhaps she should have listened to Charon before diving headfirst into the river, but it’s too late for regrets.

“Are you insane?” a thunderous voice demands, and then she’s being lifted by strong arms until she’s settled against a muscular chest.

She forces her eyes open, and the man glaring down at her has hair the color of the night sky and skin as pale as bone. His nose is long and sharp, his mouth wide and thin. The only bits of colors are his eyes, a green so dark that at first glance they look black. She raises a hand and cups his face, and the water clinging to her doesn’t seem to hurt him the way it hurt her. “Hades,” she says, and everything pains her just as much as before but his skin soothes hers. The skin on her palms comes away healed.

He’s angry with her, but his touch is gentle. There’s not a stitch of clothing on her, but he doesn’t glance or grope, only pulls her against him and uses the sleeve of his robe to clear the burning water from her face. “Yes, insane goddess, I am Hades.”

She had not meant to meet him, only to hide among his realm until she could think of a better plan. But she likes him already, an instantaneous and childish feeling, one she can’t remember having before.

She turns into his chest and lets out a pleased sigh, content to go wherever he brings her.

“They call me Kore.”

gods and monsters series, part vii

We need to talk about this. We really do.
Can I say I was shocked and teary eyed at this scene, but also kind of mad.
That sentence came out of his mouth like he had said it a thousand times. In a way he probably had. I know I might be reaching but I am going to say that he accepted Nomi after Teagan did. The only one not moving was her mom. And he decided to stand with the woman he loves… and he turn his back on someone who he didn’t fully understand.
Fear does some stupid things to people. And This begins to make up for it.
So… Thank you Mr. Marks for seeing your daughter how we see her.


Marawi Update as of May 26, 2017, 10:53 am local time

Information comes from CNN Philippines, ABS-CBN, Reuters, and civilians from Marawi who are still there or have left for Iligan, and members of the Maranao community who make up the majority of the population of Marawi as part of the the Maranao homelands surrounding Lake Ranao.

- Last night there were some airstrikes from the AFP during another clash between the Maute and the AFP. During the airstrikes some houses were caught on fire. Reporters were able to see the smoke from the area from a building high up away from the fights.

- According to most news reports, 44 government troops have been killed. At least 31 from Maute. Four of those members of Maute are foreigners, 2 Malaysians, 1 Indonesian, and 1 Saudi.

- Students and professors from Mindanao State University in Marawi are safe and the campus is still under the AFP control. They are urged by the troops to leave the campus however as there is still no electricity or water and food is running out. Admins on the campus are already planning an evacuation.

- What the media isn’t telling you, is that sadly, are some of the ages of a good number of the members of the Maute group. They are young, ranging from 12-17 years old. Kids. They are going around with rifles. Some are getting shot by the military. You won’t hear this in the news though I’m assuming either because they don’t know or because they aren’t listening to what civilians of Marawi City who a majority are Maranao. They are mainly following what the army is telling them and local politicians, and their reporters on the ground now. A few interviews with citizens who are there or already escaped yes but not so much as they should.

- While many have already fled Marawi or are still evacuating, there are still many who are stuck, with food and water shortages as the days pass.

- There is a need for supplies for evacuee’s that are heading to Iligan City. Food (halal preferred), water, medical supplies, clothing, & blankets. Many are tired, hungry, and dehydrated while waiting to get to Iligan and pass the security and checkpoints. Many traveling have waited very long in the rain up to 12 hours or more. Some are taking vehicles however a majority are walking in the rain to get to Iligan. There was one woman the other night who was pregnant, struggling with her husband as they made their way to Iligan. If you are in the Philippines and you know your local universities, schools, any reliable organizations that are sending supplies do so because they need it. As of right now I have no reliable links for those outside the Philippines are even within to send money donations but I am currently looking into it.

- In Iligan many people have offered food and water for free to those arriving into the city to help them. No organizations, just people who care for the safety and well being of others.

- Security at checkpoints going to and out of Marawi have become more strict. Those fleeing the city are being subjected to search and frisk and vehicles inspected.

“I am convinced there is only one way to eliminate these grave evils, namely through the establishment of a socialist economy, accompanied by an educational system which would be oriented toward social goals. In such an economy, the means of production are owned by society itself and are utilized in a planned fashion. A planned economy, which adjusts production to the needs of the community, would distribute the work to be done among all those able to work and would guarantee a livelihood to every man, woman, and child. The education of the individual, in addition to promoting his own innate abilities, would attempt to develop in him a sense of responsibility for his fellow-men in place of the glorification of power and success in our present society.”
- Albert Einstein, Why Socialism?, 1949

Things taken out of context

“I’ve got a little tickle in my pickle” -my history teacher

“I could take photos of this water bottle next to some scantily-clad women and advertise it” -my spanish teacher

“I’m a CAPITALIST I water my trees with OIL”

“I’m gonna write a book called ‘The woman in the sequin top’”

“shell me, papa caesar”

“afflict me, father" 

“what do you mean you stole her legs??”

“10/10 would smash the ammonia”

“A pack of obamas”

“I need to take a holy shit”

“That’s not pudding…”

“I am five christian men”

“did you say ‘where is my butthole’”

also we went on a field trip and someone pissed in an iced tea bottle and let it roll to the back of the bus

not to be an annoying dyke but 95% of the time i see “wlw” or “sapphic” anywhere in a post, i don’t really associate these posts being for me when this language is used. i am a lesbian, and my experiences and identity can only truly be understood when talking about lesbianism. any other word, or so-called synonym, is not something i feel comfortable aligning myself with. why would i need those words, when i am a lesbian, and i solely speak of lesbian issues regarding my own life?

no hate for those women using this language as a beginning way to understand themselves and their identities. because i do think that it is beneficial, especially for those just coming to terms with their identity. but sapphic and wlw is something i will never fully relate to. to me, that would be like if i were to talk about being a bi woman as if i know what that experience is like. (and in a way, vice versa– that a non-lesbian would know exactly what it is like to be a lesbian.) i respect and value bi/lesbian solidarity so much, but i really get uncomfortable when we make assumptions about both identities, as if both are practically the same. they are not, and that’s not a bad thing either.

Seduction Assist

Context; Same session as “Intimidation is key to Seduction”. This is an Overwatch-based session, and we have just met Zarya - a Goliath woman - who challenged us all to a spar. Now, my half-elf Ranger is a huge Lesbian Disaster™ and decides she wants to seduce the woman that could crush her with two fingers. Our Halfling Rogue, Halfling Cleric, and our Air Mephit Bard decide to help doing so.

Robin: (Rogue) I cover her eyes by jumping up her back!

Fenley: (Cleric) And I sweep her off her feet.

DM: Alright, Robin roll me Dexterity, and Fen roll me Athetics. (Robin rolled a 17, and Fenley a 15. Zarya failed her dex saving throw) Alright, she is toppling over and falling. You gonna go catch her, Adrie?

Adrie: (Me) Oh, definitely. I have a -2 on strength though, the only way this is gonna work is if I Nat20 it. [proceeds to roll a Nat20] Oh.

Windy: (Bard) [barely stifled laughter while the rest of the group hollers]

DM: [laughing] Alright, you just catch her in your big womanly arms, and she lands right in your lap. What now?

Me: (OOC) Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far. Help me out y'all. Help the twig hook up with the mountain of a woman.

Windy: Hm.. Oh! Pretend you’re hurt and that you have to go see Mercy.

Me: How– Oh, I get it. Perfect.

(Shenanigans happen, and Robin and Fenley have to roll persuasion rolls that I am simply too hurt to be treated by the - very capable - Cleric)

DM: Adrie, I’m gonna need you to roll me either a Deception or a Performance check to convince her.

Me: (OOC) Oh man.. I’m horrible at both! Well, here goes nothing. [rolls a Nat20 in Performance] Oh my god. The dice are with me!!

At that point, the entire party began laughing and hollering again.

DM: Alright, I think we can leave it at this point for this week. Since you’re all going out to drinks later in the session, maybe you can take her out to dinner then.

Me: [wheezing with laughter] Definitely.

my mum is getting a new person living in her sharehouse, he’s a over 30 year old MtF transgender in transition apparently. I kind of was like …how do I tell her my opinions on this? She’s a really naïve person, she’s been getting walked over her whole life basically, but that’s a whole other story. I wanted to have a discussion about it..

I asked her, if there is no proof of male or female brains, how can one be born into the wrong body? her answer was “it’s in their soul” and i said NO? i’m sorry but we can’t go off that, we need proof we can’t go off “feelings of the soul”

I ask her if one feels like a woman? what does a woman feel like?
my mum: “I don’t know what a woman feels like, I’ve never thought about it in that way because I just am.“

I ask her point blank, can you define a woman?
she couldn’t answer this question. She said “well what I think of myself as a woman I think i’m kind, caring and nurturing, but men can be like that to. ”

she agreed that you can’t really define a woman without being sexist or explaining what is stereotypical of women to be.

My mum really is one of the most amazing, accepting people and even she told me that I raised a lot of good points that she had never thought of before.
She is of course going to respect her new housemate and use his she/her pronouns as I told her that you don’t have to be hateful but you also don’t have to blindly adhere to everyones needs of validation.

BTS reaction to you being pregnant and insecure in a swimsuit

this is my first gif reaction so if its bad im sorry it’ll get better i suppose, and to the person that requested, here u go bae 💕


*He is speechless for a moment because he can’t believe it, but then immediately goes trying to make you feel better about yourself.*

“What? You think you look bad?…No! Oh my god Y/N you have no idea how beautiful you are! Come here-”

*he opens up his arms for a hug*


*notices you looking at yourself in a mirror with a sad face*

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“You’re insecure? Oh no, baby. C'mon let’s go, all of the girls will be jealous when we get to the beach. You look amazing.”


*seeing your worried face he asks you whats wrong*

“Oh Y/N… those stretch marks don’t make you look disgusting! Why do you worry about such little things?”

*he takes your face in his hands looking deep into your eyes*

“You look fucking beautiful like that.”


*you’re usually a really cheery person like him so he gets really worried when he sees tears on your cheeks*

“Is everything alright? Why are you so down? Please tell me.”

“You’re insecure? Oh Y/N don’t cry… You are not in any way ugly! Look at yourself! You’re glowing!”


*sees your face and how you’re looking at yourself and immediately figures out what’s happening*

“Y/N I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong.”
“It’s silly to think that way. You’re in a natural state and you look gorgeous in it.”

*and then he looks at you in adoration when you smile softly at his comment*


*you tell him what’s wrong before you two get going and he immediately hugs you when you tell him*

“You’re a beautiful woman Y/N, there is no need to worry about things like that.”

“You look normal as every woman in that state, hell, what am I saying you look even better. Come here now-”

*he wraps you up in a hug, and then rubbs your pregnant belly, smiling widely*


*frowns at your comment about your body and starts going on about how wrong you are*

“What are you even saying? Have you seen yourself Y/N? You look amazing, I’ve never seen a pregnant woman look as good as you do.”

“So please don’t feel insecure about it, you look stunning.”

“Tell her baby” he says to your pregnant belly making you laugh.