i feel like a woman now

kim k put herself in a video game custom character creator and fucked up the proportion sliders to look like a black woman in order to court black men and now her zombie amalgamation of a body is falling apart and i don’t feel bad. not i.

Why her ?

“ I actually never ate moroccan before” the woman said , and she took Derek’s arms. It was just a little and simple gesture and yet it pissed of Ahsha. She couldn’t explain why or when this feeling was coming from but she truly wanted to remove her arm. That she touched him upset her. The gesture wasn’t legitimate to her . And it was just the beginning. Derek passed his arm around her waist . Ahsha internally swore. Why was he touching her ? Like , right at this moment. And his arm was now on her hips, close to her butt…and what a butt. Bump and generous. He didn’t chose the most ugly , that is for sure

“ I never been in Morroco though so…” she added. Ahsha couldn’t see her face but to her voice , she could heard how happy and excited the woman was. Why shouldn’t be. She was getting dinner out, with her boyfriend , around a nice meal on a table while Ahsha was taking over for her mother and her

“ Really ” teased Derek , and the little spy noticed how the man strengthen his grip around her. Really ?! Weren’t close enough ? They were in the middle of a social scene, in a restaurant , how close he wanted her to be , on his d*ck. From being upset , now Ahsha was annoyed. A strange felling invaded the dancer. She never had this feeling toward Derek before but right now , Ahsha wanted to punch him, physically hurt the player for he get away from this girl and have some manners. For Ahsha , Derek’s behavior was inapropriate while in the truth , it wasn’t. They were just a couple , waiting for their table

“ Maybe I should just take you there this summer ” Derek said , looking at her and there Ahsha saw half of his expression. He was smiling, seems to be happy and unbothered .

“ You want us to go on vacation ?” replied Leah , too much excited for just think about going on a trip
“ Yes , after the season end. We’ll get a lot more time to spend together during the off season ”
“ Aaanw babe”
The girlfriend almost jumped to his neck , hugging him. Their bodies moved just a little, from the hug and there , his head above her shoulder, Derek saw the rest of his environment and the people behind him , mostly Ahsha. Their look crossed for a short moment and to be honest , the man completely forgot he was holding his girlfriend in the arms.  He didn’t expect find Ahsha here, for her , alone. Leah and Derek parted , the player face disappeared behind the back of his lady head  and her blonde hair. The both of them turned around , gave up their position in the line to join Ahsha . The situation was promising to be AWKWARD! The dancer wanted to disappears , for real but it was just impossible. It was happening, the last thing she wanted was to have an moment with Derek and his girl but they were now close to her
“ Hey Ahsha !” Derek saluted , like everything was normal. And for him , it was. He  again surround his girlfriend’s waist , pushing her closer to him in order to introduce her. Ahsha’s urge to punch something was growing in her. “ Ahsha this is Leah , my girl ”
His last word sound all over again in Ahsha’s mind.

Here the reverse situation of a prompt I made lately ‘ Down for you ‘ 

anonymous asked:

Najia idk if you're signed up to Wordery and have already seen this but they sent out an email of "8 of the best poetry books to complete your collection." I scrolled down the list and of course they had Dickinson and Plath and Angelou and Shakespeare but the last one on the list?? - rupi kaur 🙃

I feel like they just want someone there to be a token brown woman and she’s figured out how to capitalise on that which is a shame bc there are, I’m sure, very many more talented brown woman poets on the public scene right now if people were willing to put in the work / had enough faith in brown women’s poetic ability to find them

anonymous asked:

Do u know if there is a bisexual equivalent of "compulsory heterosexuality" because I've been using that phrase to discuss how my feelings towards woman got too twisted for me to feel like I can romantically love a woman but now I know it's a lesbian exclusive thing I want to back off. (Also I googled it and there was an article about how straight woman are experiencing "compulsory bisexuality" bc they make out to make boys hot like fuck off sarah)

internalized homophobia? heteronormativity?

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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'Ghost in the Shell': 4 Japanese Actresses Dissect the Movie and Its Whitewashing Twist
THR invited the women to join a no-holds-barred conversation about cultural authenticity and why Japanese nationals fail to understand the race controversy: "People in Japan worship white people."

How did the movie compare with your expectations?

Traci Kato-Kiriyama: It was stunning visually, but emotionally it didn’t draw me in.

Keiko Agena: It was harder to watch than I thought it was gonna be. To get emotionally invested, you have to really care that she needs to find out who she is. But when she finally meets her mom, my gut felt so weird in that moment.

Kato-Kiriyama: That scene was devastating on all levels. It got me because of the emotion of the mother [veteran Japanese actress Kaori Momoi]. She’s really wonderful. That scene should have been beautiful, but Major had nothing in her eyes. Acting-wise, what a missed moment.

Atsuko Okatsuka: I wasn’t aware they were gonna explain the whitewashing. I thought it was just going to be an action film, no explanation, just go with the fact that it’s a future Japan with this robot cop. And then to be like, “Oh shit, I used to be a Japanese woman!” (Laughter) That was against my expectations.

How did you feel when that twist was revealed?

Agena: That was hard, y’all. Hard and awkward.

Ai Yoshihara: Major’s backstory is white people trying to justify the casting.

Okatsuka: And they f—ed up in the process because now it looks even worse. The text at the beginning of the movie explained that Hanka Robotics is making a being that’s the best of human and the best of robotics. For some reason, the best stuff they make happens to be white. Michael Pitt used to be Hideo.

Agena: That was the other cringe-worthy moment, when they called each other by their Japanese names. We’re looking at these beautiful white bodies saying these Japanese names, and it hurt my heart a little bit.

Kato-Kiriyama: It was supposed to be so touching and intimate, and it felt gross. And kind of laugh-worthy at the same time.

Okatsuka: I would have preferred them just using American names. “You used to be Bob.”

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
Ai Yazawa End-of-Book Notes 1-21

So at the end of every volume of NANA, Ai Yazawa has a brief paragraph about the manga or just some introspection about her life. They give great insight into the series and I think only a few are found on the scans of NANA online, so I thought I’d share them all!

Volume 1

The creator, Ai Yazawa, told us, “I created this story so that it could be enjoyed as a stand-alone and, at the same time, have a complete ending that could be connected to an ongoing series.  I hope you’ll look forward to the future of the two Nanas!”

Volume 2

A note from Ai Yazawa: “I had thought that if the two Nanas met each other, they would probably be constantly fighting, but they seem oddly friendly.  What’s up with that?!  It’s one of me (not so) seven wonders (ha-ha).”

Volume 3

Since childhood, the artists I’ve looked up to haven’t been writers and illustrators, but mostly musicians.  Music provides me the most emotional effect and excitement.  If there was no music, I don’t think my creative juices would boil.  Music is that important to my life.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 4

I realized one day that there are hit songs with the same names as the main female characters, NANA, JUNKO, and SACHIKO (the kanji for JUNKO is different, though).  It’s not that big a deal, but I sometimes just hum the melodies longingly.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 5

In the initial drafts, Nana’s band was a rockabilly band like the Stray Cats.  But due to various circumstances, I didn’t keep it that way.  But if they were rockabilly, Ren, Nobu and Shin would have had pompadours.  And Yasu too?

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 6

When I was a child, I used to take piano lessons.  Even after I stopped taking lessons, I bought sheet music I liked and continued playing.  I’ve had my hands full for several years now, but one of these days I’d like to learn how to play jazz piano, which I’ve wanted to do for years now.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 7

I had an opportunity to interview a group of professional musicians.  I showered them with questions, but they answered willingly, and it was very helpful.  I was having problems balancing the fictional world of manga-like simplicity and gorgeousness with a sense of reality.  But I realized again that what’s important is the humanity of the characters.

- Ai Yazawa

Volume 8

When I was in high school, there was a cool girl in my class who was a lone wolf.  I was really into a foreign New Romantic-type band then, and when she asked me one day, “Do you want to go to their concert together?” I was overwhelmed.  My heart fluttered more than when I was with my boyfriend (☺).  Have you had a Hachiko experience like that?  - Ai Yazawa

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I need to apologize.

I apologize to all asexuals. I wrote a bunch of aphobic posts because I believed that asexuality was aligned with cis/heterosexuality too much to be considered LGBT+ and that people who don’t experience sexual feelings have no right to be in the LGBT+ because I believed that the LGBT+ platform was love and sex. But now I see that I was completely wrong and that I hurt so many people by excluding them and invalidating them. And me as a bi black woman should know what being excluded is like and shouldn’t want to do that to ANYONE because I know how it feels but somehow I did exclude others. I still don’t really understand this whole topic but I promise to get myself educated and stop tone policing. I really thought I was on the right side but then I realized I sound just like my oppressors and the people I claim to be against and that’s not right. You don’t have to forgive me but if you don’t then go ahead and block me. I just wanted to apologize to whoever I hurt. I’m truly sorry and I’ll just stay out of this stuff.

I honestly blame the KarTRASHians for all the culture vultures in our era. Ever since they came along, there has been more appropriation than I have ever seen in my entire life. When Kim came on the scene, that is when fat asses became more of a main stream thing. White media became intrigued by this “beautiful, exotic woman” who had so much “junk in the trunk”. With white people being so intrigued with Kim’s ass, that made white woman go out trying to get the same size ass Kim had. Even though I do believe her ass was real in the beginning, it is obvious she has had work done for years now because that is what she was known for and that is what intrigued the black men. That is another thing, black men. Kim and her sisters (excluding Kourtney and maybe even Kendall) are known for exclusively dating black men only. We all the it’s only a fetisization that the Kardashians have with black men and maybe even vice versa, but I feel like that is when all these idiot white girls wanted to date black guys, because their idols, Kim, Khloe, and Kylie, were doing it. Don’t think I’m going to leave out the whole lip thing. Big lips have always been a known feature on a black woman. A feature that we would get taunted for, made fun of and laughed at, is now what white women try to emulate. Ever since Kylie got those injections, white women and even white girls all got their lips done. I’ve seen white girls with bigger lips than me, and I find it utterly disgusting to say the least. Kylie also have been wearing wigs and wearing her hair in braids, more things from the black culture, so how do I see white girls wearing their hair now…………. you guessed it, in wigs and braids. Kylie and Khloe both followed in their big sister’s footsteps and got their asses done too (which they frequently deny). The Kardashians have taken everything from the black culture like asses, lips, style, men……… YOU NAME IT! The sad thing is they don’t only steal from the black culture, but other cultures too from Native American/Indian to even sometimes Hispanic. I’m so sick and tired of niggas praising woman who are trying to BE BLACK WOMEN!!! I know if the KarTRASHians didn’t step onto the scene, we wouldn’t have to worry about culture vultures, at least not this much. All I know is, I got by bug spray ready for anymore leeches that what to make themselves seen.

In this story, you read me your favorite poems and we smash our bodies together when the heat is off but you still aren’t in love with me. In this story, you say that you are in love with me and the words are so empty, they float when I take them to the river. You told me once, there was a man who left his sadness in the river and I tried to do the same thing but it didn’t work for me. In this story, things don’t usually work for me. Most of the opportunities are missed ones and all of the love poems are gaudy and unfinished. I try to dry flowers and the cat eats them. I go down to the river again and can’t find my way home. There is a woman in our bed and I think she is supposed to be me, but she rarely ever feels like me. You and this woman touch your ankles together under the bedsheets and it passes for intimacy the way almost anything passes for water when the well’s run dry or you’ve misplaced the river. The river comes up a lot in this story because it is being told from the perspective of someone drowning. Everything is already underwater.
—  Trista Mateer

MERA WAS IN THE TRAILER

YEAH BOYYYYYYYYY

STICK IT UP YOUR ASS HATERS

AND LOIS WAS THERE

AQUAMAN AND BATMAN BROTP

BRUCE WAYNE KNOWING HIS SUPERPOWER IS BEING RICH

BARRY BEING LIKE OMG LOOK AT ALL MY FRIENDS WHILE THEY ARE BEING SERIOUS AND BADASS

SILAS STONE!!!!

JIM GORDON!!!!!!! GORDON MY MAN THROWING SHADE AT BATMAN

CYBORG THROWING OUT ONE LINERS LIKE HE IN A 80′S ACTION MOVIE

MY SON!!!!!!!

BARRY SAYING YOU’RE THE BATMAN LIKE OK BE CHILL I’M CALM THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE

MY BAT DAD HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE

THOSE CRAZY KIDS MAKING HIM FEEL YOUNG AGAIN

WERE THOSE THE AMAZONS JOINING THE FIGHT?????

BECAUSE FUCK YEAH!

WONDER WOMAN LANDING IN LIKE NOW THE PARTY IS HERE MY GUYS

EVERYBODY CHILLING ON THE ROOF WITH MY MAIN MAN JIM GORDON

AQUAMAN TELLING TERRIBLE JOKE

IM LOVE???????????

AND THE MOVIE ISN’T EVEN OUT YET

@chloebennet: Dear Gigi Hadid, As a kid, (and frankly as an adult) people would make fun of me for being Chinese. For having “Asian eyes”. I would laugh it off because it was always a “joke”, and if I didn’t I was being “too sensitive”. But in reality it made me feel horrible. Like, just BEING ME was a joke that was not meant to be taken seriously. I was embarrassed of who I was. I dyed my hair blonde to make myself look less Asian just so I could feel “worthy” of the people who made me feel less than. Fortunately, now I know that none of this is true. That my value does not come from how I LOOK, but from my CHARACTER. From how I treat others. It hurts my heart to see someone like you, a beautiful young woman with so much influence, act in this inconsiderate way. This does not make you a bad person or racist, however, it does make you ignorant to the pain that your actions can cause others. No matter how unintentional those actions are. And, even if it was just “a joke”. So…to the young Asian men and women who are used to laughing off others ignorance, even though deep down you are hurting. I HEAR YOU. You are badass. You are awesome. Who you are is not “funny”. YOU determine your self worth. Be proud of who you are. 👊🏽💥–Also, I’m also sorry for how many run on sentences are this letter. 🤓 Love, Chloe

P.S. While I’m at it, Asian men are super sexy. So with all due respect fuck you Steve Harvey. (x)

anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.

Dean?

“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

So I’m a customer at a certain variety of “dollar” general store and there’s a pretty bad storm moving in quickly, and the power goes out. It comes back on immediately, but we have to wait for the system to boot. Customer decides she is too important for that and starts demanding that the cashier take her cash and scan her item (an all important bottle of b-12 gummies) later.

Obviously this is a ridiculous demand and the cashier is like “I literally cannot” and this woman proceeds to bitch and complain as loudly as possible. Now, I don’t work in retail any more, thank god, but I remember the feeling, and folks, I fucking LOST IT. I went right over the top of her rant and I was like “YOU KNOW WHAT, WE’RE ALL HAVING TO WAIT, WE ALL WANT TO GET HOME BEFORE THE RAIN, AND YOU ARE LITERALLY ASKING HER TO RISK BEING FIRED OVER YOUR STUPID B-12 GUMMIES, FUCKING SHUT UP.”

She was a bit taken aback, and attempted to tell me that it was none of my business, to which I replied, “You made it my business when you started acting the fool in front of everyone.”

She shut up and I felt amazing. So many times I have wanted to do that and now I finally can.

Something About a Feeling

This is it. My blood, sweat, and tears. It’s been a long time coming with this one, so I want to thank @trulymadlysydney and @outofworkactress for giving me the words I need to hear so I can finally release this into the world. I feel like a mother on their child’s first day of school. It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

In the words of @permanentcross, this is my favorite sandbox to mess with, and the more I try to explain it, the worse it turns out, but simply stated, Harry is infatuated with a girl who would never want him.

I’ve edited this a thousand times, and it’s still not perfect, but if I don’t let this little bird fly away now, it never will. So, please be kind. I’m trying my hardest. x

The first time he sees you, a mere glance from across the room, he has to remind himself he has a girlfriend. A lovely woman, she was, like most of the female counterparts he took in his life, but like most woman he chose to spend his time with, they all had one thing in common. Temporary. He knew he was growing closer to the end with this one; Hannah, a friend of a friend who was easy on the eyes, laughed at his sore attempts at jokes, and quite simply, knew she herself was as temporary as a toothbrush. They’d keep each other company for the time being and a couple of months down the road, they’d part ways, and the rest would be history. Simple as that.

But the first time he sees you, cuddled a little too close to his best mate, peering down at his phone as a small giggle escaped your parted lips, he stops dead in his tracks and backtracks. You were a catch.

Niall had his arm swung behind you, resting carelessly along the wooden seats, and Harry almost digs at himself as he resorts back to their conversation the night before wondering if he had missed the part in text where Niall stated he’d be bringing a female guest of interest. He doesn’t remember anything of the sort, but it doesn’t go unnoticed when he hands his beer out to you, and you instantly wince when the dark lager meets your lips.

Looks like he was playing third wheel tonight.

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You asked me a question before, what it is I love about you now?  So I’m going to start with the obvious.  I love the mother that you are.  I love that you are still the most beautiful woman in any room.  And that you laugh with your entire face.  I love that you dance funny…not sexy…which makes it even sexier.  But most of all, I love that you are still the same woman who, all those years ago, ran out out of a blind date because she simply had to sing.  You’re not just my great love story, Rebecca.  You…you were my big break.  And our love story, I know it may not feel like it right now maybe, but I promise you, it’s just getting started.
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Jack Pearson

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 💕


Seokjin

*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*

Namjoon

*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.”

Yoongi

*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.”

Hoseok

*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!”

Jimin

*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*

Taehyung

*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*

Jungkook

*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.

anonymous asked:

can someone be bisexual and sexually attracted to men and women but only be romantically attracted to men? sorry for asking but I don't have anyone I can talk to about this

so I can’t tell you how you can & can’t identify and I can’t define how you’re feeling. that being said I know that a lot of people feel, or used to feel, like you do about this, and I don’t think it’s neutral or a coincidence that so many women in our homophobic/lesbophobic society feel that they could have sex, but not a romantic relationship, with another woman. just because you don’t feel that having romantic relationships with other women is a possibility for you right now doesn’t mean perforce that it’s always going to seem that way.

I also don’t think that romantic and sexual attraction are always so easily segmentable as such & I think that the split attraction model is a weirdly taxonomising view of attraction that has a lot of homophobic implications / applications.

An open letter to Griffin and the McElroys

Lup is a trans woman.

I can explain what this means to me, but it’ll be long and emotional, so please forgive that.

Sawbones was my first McElroy podcast. I knew right away that I identified with Justin - the fact that we’re both peripheral to medicine, and around the same age, with similar frames of reference helps a lot. He’s also a complete goof, which people who know me will likely find at least a bit familiar.

Over the years I’ve started listening to more and more of y’all - Interrobang, MBMBaM, and Griffin and Justin’s work on Polygon, but as a dyed-in-the-wool nerd, TAZ has fast become my favourite of all your body of work. One of the reasons that I identify so strongly with y’all, is that I see my brother in you.

My brother, Dan, died almost seven years ago - he would’ve been Travis’ age now. In all of you, I see his sense of humour, his passion, his encyclopedic knowledge of pop culture and music, and above all, his kindness. In some very small way, listening to the three of you and your relationship has helped me keep close what I treasured most about my own brother.

Dan died before i could come out to him as a trans woman. I don’t have any doubt that he would’ve been loving and supportive, because our relationship only improved as we aged, but I still never got to tell him about this thing that is so central to who I am as a person. Griffin, it may have seemed like a simple decision to include a woman like me as a character in your podcast, but your acceptance of and sensitivity toward people like me was like a touchstone to how i feel Dan would have reacted if I’d had the chance to tell him. It’s why I broke down with tears of joy listening to the episode, and it’s why I’m crying now, writing this.

I know it’s a little weird to be so emotional over one group of people I’ve never met, and another group who are entirely fictional, but this strange daisy-chain of associations means that this simple gesture was actually of deep, deep significance to me.

From the bottom of my heart, and from my brother and me, thank you.