i have absolutely no idea why i made this

♡ valentine’s day starters, fluff edition

{ the angst edition is here! }

  • “you are so cheesy.”
  • “i didn’t know you were a romantic.”
  • “oh my god. i can’t believe you did this.”
  • “wait, let me get a picture!”
  • “you are absolutely ridiculous.”
  • “i have the perfect day planned out.”
  • “i made it myself.”
  • “i made it myself, which explains why it’s a little burnt.”
  • “i tried making it myself, but i figured food poisoning doesn’t make for a very good valentine’s day present.”
  • “has anyone ever told you that you have a funny idea of romantic?”
  • “where are we going to put a bear that big?”
  • “did i just hear a bark?”
  • “when you said you were planning something big, i didn’t expect it to be this big…”
  • “i told you you didn’t have to do anything!”
  • “this might be the happiest day of my life.”
  • “how did you know my favorite chocolate flavor?”
  • “help me find a vase for these flowers?”
  • “this holiday seems like the best opportunity to ask you out.”
  • “i know a place that sells hot chocolate with heart-shaped froth.”
  • “i want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”
  • “is today a good day to say i think i love you?”
  • “i think i’m in love with you.”
  • “i love you.”
  • “i love you so much. you know that, right?”
  • “…that’s for me?”
  • “…are those flowers?”
  • “…i didn’t get you anything, though.”
  • “you didn’t have to.”
  • “you alone are enough.”

“It was a feeling that starkly contrasts the energy of label presentations that took place at Sony’s new downtown Manhattan offices in January. There, amid optimistic talk of streaming and excitement over new music by Harry Styles, Morris says he recalls “feeling so flushed with pride and saying to myself, This cake is baked.’”

i really hope that there are no redemption arcs in the star wars sequel trilogy, period. they feel outdated; like, it fit the late ‘70s and early ‘80s in part because it was very fresh storytelling at the time (esp in genre fiction) and in part because of the culture of the era

but tfa was very updated for the late 2010s, even if the basic story arc was still the monomyth (which doesn’t prescribe redemption or forgiveness or w/e anyway so it’s not A Given Just Because It’s Star Wars)

what would be fresh and culturally relevant storytelling today would be accountability arcs

I’m totally open to Rey and Finn and Poe d fucking up and having to be accountable and fix their own mistakes. I’m totally open to Luke and Han and Leia being acknowledged to have made mistakes in creating the New Republic and the new Jedi and being held accountable to fix them. but the difference is… no one ever held Vader accountable. that’s why i don’t believe he was redeemed, too, bc he got the easy way out of his massive bad choices. he just did one semi-decent thing and immediately died. neither he nor palpatine was ever held accountable for what they did.

i think it’s time to leave the idea of absolution or redemption or forgiveness being some kind of inherent rights to feel as outdated as the rest of 1977’s cultural landscape. that shit has to be earned through hard fucking work on yourself and accountability. just saying you’re sorry and doing nothing to change your behavior bc you conveniently immediately die means nothing tbh

i want to see Kylo Ren’s punishments fit his crimes. i don’t want anyone to forgive him just because he asks for it. I’m about accountability arcs. i want him to have to truly, truly face what he’s done and i want his victims to have the latitude to choose not to forgive him, even if he does get held accountable by some higher authority I’m the story. his victims owe him nothing and never will.

our culture right now needs to make accountability the priority of the decade in fucking general. that includes in our stories. i don’t think you can really call any idea a significant part of a culture until it’s embedded in its stories.

Falling || p.p

Summary: In which a girl falls into the lap of an unsuspecting boy on the bus

Words: 1050

Warnings: None

Comments: Lmao, so this was okay at first but the ending sucks so just a warning… *Inspired by @/5secondsofimagines*


You could call it cliché.

A story for those with idling thoughts of a boy with striking eyes and broad shoulders, staring out into mean to be’s and forever was. You could call it a dream come true, a fairy tale, your happy ever after of crowns and weddings and gold. Because here you stood, staring into the eyes of a boy who surely wouldn’t have given you the time of day on any other occasion. Who surely wouldn’t have given you any other thought if you hadn’t found yourself where you were now.

Tangled across his lap, cheeks burning and timid eyes avoiding the ones of a rather surprised boy who sat watching from above.

You scramble to your feet, letting rambles of words fall from your lips in a futile attempt to scavenge what you had left of your dignity. You cursed yourself for falling asleep - maybe too tired from the goddamn studying you did last minute, possibly the lack of caffeine that stayed hidden in your kitchen at home - whatever the reason, whatever the consequence, here you stood trying to explain how you basically flung yourself into this boy’s lap.

You’d much rather be thrown off the bus. In some mascarade of flying arms and hectic shouts, swarms of people trying to get off the bus for some reason unknown, but much preferred at this very moment. Trampled maybe, less painless than the situation that seemed drowned out - endless. A disruption at any point would be deemed absolutely golden right now, if it took you away from explaining how maybe your grip on the handle bars of a bus wasn’t strong enough to stop yourself from slamming to some boy’s legs.

“I’m so sorry!”

What else do you say to a goddamn stranger who had the unfortunate luck of having some clumsy, slightly drowsy teenage girl invade their personal space. You hope his stop comes up quickly, that he leaves with that weird look of sympathy, before he runs off the bus and attempts to tell his friends about the crazy chick who fell into his lap. You hoped this moment would disappear from his life - yours too, but you doubt this would ever leave the midnight thoughts of how you, once again, messed up your entire existence - and you could both move on. But from the look in his eyes, and all the luck you’ve had before this moment, you realize the reality is far from what you hoped.

“It’s fine, really. A-Are you alright?”

You want to laugh at his question, amused at how he’s the one asking you if you’re okay.

“Other than embarrassing myself like I do everyday, I say I’m quite peachy.”

He lets out a laugh - one that would’ve rendered you speechless if it weren’t for the predicament you found yourself in - awkwardly supplying one of your own. You feel rather humid - sweating and perspiring and uncomfortable. You hope this moment ends, watching as those around you carefully drift back into their own worlds and away from your moment of unwanted attention.

“Are you sure? You took quite a fall there.”

“Hm, really? I didn’t notice.”

You try to cover up your quivering voice with sarcasm, finding it harder and harder to swallow the ever-growing lump that was lodged in your throat. He smiles up at you, standing only to stumble on his own two feet, having his arms graze yours before flying to find a way to steady himself. He sends crooked smile accompanied by a little shrug of his shoulders, watching as a small giggle bubbles from your throat.

“I guess you’re not the only one embarrassing themselves today.”

He carefully positions himself so he’s beside you instead shadowing over you, sending a side glance down to you with a soft nudge.

“If it helps, I once face planted on the floor during a midnight run.”

You look at him in faked disbelief, not sure the boy who stumbled so easily as you did was much more graceful in any circumstance.

“Y-yeah. My aunt made me go out and get some milk for some muffins she was making. I have no idea why, since there was no bake-sale going on anywhere and it’s not like many people praised her oatmeal-raisin disasters.” He shakes his head for a minute, before clearing his throat. “And since it’s just across the street, I thought it’d be no problem. But of course, right before I open the door, I trip over absolutely nothing and face plant, right there on a dirty ‘welcome’ rug.”

At this point, you’re a mess, letting your laugh drift out into his ears. Peter smiles down at you, before sticking out his hand.

“I-I’m Peter.”

You have no idea how to react, staring down at his hand for a moment longer than necessary. Before you realize what happens - clumsy boys and drowsy girls and introductions and failed attempts at fetching midnight milk and - a sudden jolt almost sends you flying forward, closing your eyes shut in attempt to completely disappear into thin air.

Not again.

It’s a couple minutes after that you realize that your body still stood in the same spot, squeezing one eye open and straightening yourself up. Peter’s cheeks are burning, quickly unwrapping his arms from your waist.

“We don’t want you falling into anyone else, now do we? You really need to hold on.”

Gnawing down on your lip, you let out a soft thank you, moving your hand to a near by pole. After a few moments of silence, both of you rendered speechless by the close proximity you were both in only moments before, Peter turns to you.

“I know we just met and all, and I don’t mean to push, but if I could grab your number and name so we can catch up that’d be awesome. I mean, I totally understand if you don’t ever want to see me again, I usually wouldn’t want to see someone who I completely embarrassed myself in front of. Not that I minded, wait, no, I mean, it’s totally fine, I don’t blame you, um - ”

You shake your head before smiling, letting your name fall from your lips.

“I would absolutely love to see you again, Peter.”

Hooked on a Feeling: Part 1 (HOIC Sequel)

Originally posted by sleepywinchester

Summary: A big secret begins to strain your relationship with Dean. But how will he react when he hears the news?

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY (small smutty scene, oral female receiving) anxiety, stress, lying, pregnancy and FLUFF

This is a sequel/companion series to Hold On, I’m Coming

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive my fine follower friends… MORE FIREFIGHTER DEAN! With slight angst. Because have you met me?

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Tatiana Maslany really is everyone! 

Hoseok's runaway daughter. Pt.3 END - Sensitive

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3END] [pt.3END(Y/N’s p.o.v)] [Pt.3.5 Alternate End]

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Hoseok’s p.o.v

It was late. Ever since she sent me that last message, I’ve been looking for her. It was true, the things that I said. I did tell my wife that we should have aborted her when we could have. But I didn’t mean it, not whole heartedly. At first, it was a lot of hassle - she was unplanned after all but I love my wife and the guys convinced me that it was going to be okay to have a child at the same time as my music career. But was it? I was stressed, I said those things - I didn’t mean them, but just my luck, she heard it all. Every time I had said something along the lines of not wanting her, she heard me. But I do love her, I promise that I do - how could I not when she’s a part of?

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|| spiderman loves you ||

{summary: what happens when your crush gets a hold of your journal?}

i really wanted to write something cute for peter because wow i still love him a lot.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @animexchocolate , @moonlight53 , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

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anonymous asked:

BTS reacts to forgetting their s/o's birthday but when they apologize they just say that their birthday never really matters? Idk if that makes sense but thank you!

Jimin: He would feel awful for forgetting your birthday, but the fact that you said your birthday never really mattered in the first place made him feel even worse. 

“What are you talking about Jagi? Of course your birthday matters! I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Seokjin: It would upset him that you felt that way about your birthday, wondering why that was a thought that even crossed your mind. However, right now he needed to figure out what he was going to do about your birthday, knowing that it had to be super special now. 

Your birthday absolutely matters. Especially to me. I promise you, you’re going to have an amazing birthday; starting right now!”

Originally posted by beagletae

Jeongguk: Wait, wait, wait. What? Did you really just say that? Why would you say that? He had no idea who made you believe this lie, but he figured him forgetting your birthday didn’t help with that either.

I’m so sorry, jagiya. Of course your birthday matters and whoever told you or convinced you otherwise needs a new brain.” “I have your presents and everything and if we make it, we can order your favorite take out before they close.”

Originally posted by btsforlifebruh

Hoseok: He would be devastated that he forgot your birthday, beating himself up about since the moment it clicked into his brain. Whenever you told him that it was okay and that your birthday had never really been important anyway, he would be outraged with emotion.

How can you say that? It’s your birthday, of course it’s important!” “I messed up, this is my fault- but I’ll fix it! You’re gonna have the best birthday I promise!”

Originally posted by comfyjimin

Yoongi: When the words came out of your mouth, he gave you a look that made you sweat- and not in the good way. He couldn’t believe you had actually said that, especially when he was standing right there. 

Why would you say that? Your birthday is incredibly important.” “….I don’t know how I could have forgotten what today was- but there’s still time to do what I had planned. Let’s go.”

Originally posted by parkejimins

Namjoon: There was no way in hell you were getting away with saying that to this guy. He would lecture you and tell you that your birthday mattered and would list a whole bunch of reasons why. Afterwords he would ask if you wanted to go out or stay in, which ever your choice, he would make sure that you had a great time. 

If we stay in, I can go run to the store and grab a whole bunch of snacks and we can watch your favorite movies- or even play that dancing game you love so much.”  “I’m so sorry I forgot today, baby, I’ve just been out of it lately.” “But that doesn’t matter right now, what does is making this day the best!”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Taehyung: It wasn’t like he hadn’t forgotten important dates before. Though, forgetting this one upset him as it was your birthday. He had it all planned out for a week now, so why did he forget the date? There was still time to do some of the things he had planned, there was just going to be a late start to the day.

No, no no. I didn’t forget! I promise, I have a whole day for us planned!….Well, more like half a day now…I’m going to make it up to you, I promise! Just as long as you never say that your birthday doesn’t matter again.”

Originally posted by toughchim

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heart of gold.

2,359 words | fluff, a dash of angst
boss/intern au + min yoongi

author’s note: i dedicate this one to my lovely girl @sugaspen <33 i know you said you were excited for this so here it is! this is loosely based on this gifset from the drama “strong woman do bong soon” btw~

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He is Mine

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they are together and both work for the team. Lila Archer is back in town and trying to make a move on Spencer. The reader ain’t having it. @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn


Why was it that the second you got comfortable in any aspect of your life, something stepped in to try and fuck it up?

You trusted Spencer. It wasn’t him. At all. It was her. Lila Archer. Where did she come from? Why was she here? And did she actually have the balls to continuously make moves on Spencer even though she was well aware he was taken? As she placed her hand on his arm for the 50th time in about five minutes, you came to the conclusion that yes, in fact this woman did have a set of balls on her. 

After excusing yourselves with a smile, you pulled Spencer away and headed back to your car. Grocery bags in hand. “What the hell is she doing back in DC? Career tank? Sorry, I’m being a snarky bitch.”

“I have no idea why she’s back,” Spencer laughed. He placed the groceries back in the car and kissed you on the forehead. “But you know you have absolutely nothing to worry about, right?”

You laughed, getting into the driver’s seat and bucking up. “Oh, I know. I trust you,” you replied. “But I don’t trust her to keep her paws off my man.”

“Your man?” he asked with a smile as wide as the galaxy itself. Hearing you talk about him like that always made him happy.

As you pulled up to the red light, you grabbed Spencer’s hand. “Yes,” you laughed. “My man. She best back off.”


Apparently, Lila was back for good, or at least for an extended period of time, because you ran into each other over and over again during the course of the next few weeks. She frequented the same grocery store, coffee place, and even the park. Every time, she stopped to talk to you, and by you, she meant Spencer. She’d touch his arm repeatedly, even though Spencer recoiled at her touch. It wasn’t as if you weren’t aware of what happened between them when he had first joined the Bureau. They made out in her pool, which made sense considering Spencer was and still is an adorable dork and despite being a home wrecking fool, Lila Archer was a very pretty girl, but the past was the past, and you were near combustion as you watched her actively hit on your boyfriend of a year and a half. There was a proposal on the horizon for fucks sake; you were seething. 

‘We have to go,” Spencer said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into him. “I’ll see you around.” And with that he spun around without another word and the two of you began to walk away. “I know very little about women, why is she doing this?” He asked you. 

“I don’t know why she’s doing this specifically with you, but she wants what she can’t have. Men and women are guilty of it and I don’t know why, especially when I’m right here.” You were astounded at her gaul. She was really something. 


“Who knew Pretty Boy here would have two ladies after him at the same time?” Morgan said, slapping Spencer on the back as he sat down next to him. 

You sat up in your seat and smacked Morgan on the shoulder. “Excuse me, I am not after him. He is mine and that bitch needs to back off.” The two of you had been telling the team about your repeated run-ins with the beautiful Miss Archer over the past few weeks. “She keeps touching his arm and like, blatantly hitting on him while I’m STANDING RIGHT THERE! I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” 

No one could stifle their laughter. The two of you were as strong as a rock. Lila wasn’t going to get between you, but they found your exasperation amusing. “I’m gonna kill you all for laughing at me,” you said once you’d taken a deep breath. 

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just waiting for the moment you actually flip out on her,” she said, leaning over and kissing your temple. The team just aww-ed at your overwhelming cuteness, saying how Lila was way out of her league and way, way out of line. “That’s going to make me happy.”

“Really?” you asked. “Because I’ve been holding myself back for your sake. I know you two had a thing, but-”

“We made out in her pool for a sum total of about 2 minutes,” he started, quickly getting interrupted by Morgan. 

“Abou 2 minutes? Pretty Boy doesn’t have an exact time.”

Spencer stared at him blankly. “My attention was focused elsewhere at the time.” He turned back to you. “Anyway, I would hardly call what we had a thing. By all means, next time we meet up with her, go off.” 

“You really get enjoyment out of that?” you asked.

“Having you claim me as your own when I was a hopeless teenager, and adult frankly, who never thought anyone would want him, yes, having you go all batshit over me makes me happy.”

Well, now that you had his blessing…


It was like the universe was conspiring against you. “Oh fuck me,” you said, returning from the bathroom. You’d been on your way to a local police station for a case, and you’d been in desperate need of a bathroom, so you stopped by the grocery store you frequented and you ran inside. When you returned…


The rest of the team had gotten out of the car, trying to divert her attention until you came back. Spencer was still in the car and when he met your gaze, his eyes lit up. “Lila,” you said, giving her a strained smile as you moved back up to the car. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had to grab a couple of things and when I saw Spencer here, I figured I’d come say hi. Still trying to convince him to catch up some time,” she said. Did she not know? You couldn’t comprehend anything else. “He won’t even get out of the car to say hello.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to.”

“Say hello?” she asked.

“Yes,” you started, feeling a rant build inside you. “Maybe he knows that the second he gets out of the car, you’re going to hit on him. He’s taken you know.”

She cut her eyes at you. Oh, she knew. She knew and she just didn’t care. Lila was just about to open her mouth, regardless of whether or not the rest of the team was around or not, but you didn’t allow it. “Okay, let’s get things straight here Miss Archer. My name is Y/N. I’m going to spell things out for you. Spencer Reid is my boyfriend of nearly a year and a half. He’s not interested in you anymore. You had his attention for about 2 minutes when he was in his early-20s. He’s moved on since then.”

“Oh come, Spencer,” she said. “You know we could’ve had something special. You’re really going to turn this down for her?” She motioned to herself while the rest of the team looked on in varying states of amusement and awe.

“This is actually happening,” Emily said behind you. 

Without missing a beat, Spencer spoke. “Yes.” Finally, he stepped out of the car. “I wouldn’t have had a problem catching up if that was all you wanted, but you chose to ignore that I love someone else.”

Her gaze darted between the two of you. “So next time, when you see him, and think about putting your arm on his or putting a piece of his hair back behind his ear-” You’d forgotten about that, so your voice rose as you said it. “-Please remember that this is mine.” Your teammates were just smiling now, as was Spencer who was smiling from ear to ear. Pointing all over Spencer’s body, you continued. “This is mine and this is mine and this is mine and this is mine. He is all mine. He doesn’t want you and I swear to all that is holy the next time you try and hit on the man I love I am going to punch you in the throat and then go home and sleep like a baby. Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she said snarkily. “Whenever you’re done with this overbearing hag, give me a call.”

She began to walk away, her hips swaying as she went, but Spencer apparently wasn’t going to let her have the last word. “You know scientists say the universe is made up of electrons, protons and neutrons. However, I don’t recall anything about morons.”

You could not possibly have loved him more in this moment. Morgan was slapping his shoulder, complimenting him on his nerdy comeback. Lila stopped in her tracks. “Now we have a job to do. Goodbye, Lila.”

You sensed the hesitation. She wanted to turn around and say something again. Hopping into Spencer’s arms and placing a kiss on his lips, you said it one more time for good measure, just in case she still had any ideas. “See? He’s mine!” 

The OTP Tag

Unpopular Ship That You Ship:  

OTP That You Didn’t Ship At First, But Now You Do: Coldwave (Leonard Snart/Mick Rory)

I have no Idea why. I just accidentally opened a fic and now I’m hooked. Their backstory is just so cute.

Most Hated OTP (NOTP): Snily (Severus Snape/Lily Evans)

Like, what? No! I have many reasons to not like this ship, the main reason being that there was absolutely no love there. Just look at how Snape was so obsessed with Lily that he was ready to let her husband and son die, and when she died to save her son, he made said son’s life hell in Hogwarts. No love, obsession.

Just no.

And that gif is just creepy if you ask me. Baby Harry is crying and Snivellous just ignores him and steals some letters and photographs.

An OTP That Took Way Too Long To Get Together: Hinny (Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley)

These two are so in love. Sure, in books one and two, Ginny had a major crush on Harry and he didn’t notice, but that’s just how boys are. In the fifth book Harry clearly had feelings for Ginny, but ignored them as she had apparently moved on (Thanks Hermione…) Thankfulle they got together in book 6. Then they broke up… -.- Thank god they got back together after the war though, or I would have thrown the last book at JK.

Favorite Non-Canon OTP: Johnlock (John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

This is one of those OTPs that you kind of want to get together and kind of don’t. I love the idea of them together, the fanvids and the fanfics. But I fear that if they do get together on screen, Moftiss will screw something up. They’ve been non-canon for so long, I think the writers would change some things that the fandom has decided about their relationship. I think it’s best for the kisses to stay in our imaginations.

Favorite BROTP: Dean Winchester & Charlie Bradbury

These two. Just- damn. I want someone to be the Dean to my Charlie. They had so much fun together, from LARPing together to Dean helping Charlie to flirt with a guy. They are the ultimate best friend goals.

A Popular OTP That No Matter How Hard You Try, You Just Can’t Ship It: Dramione (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger)

Yes, many people ship it. I think I even saw a post from JK that said Malfoy had feelings for Hermione. But I just don’t see it. I physically can’t ship it. I tried to read a fic once and just couldn’t. I think Hermione’s hate for Draco is too strong for them to be together.

Favorite LGBTQ+ Ship: Destiel (Dean Winchester/Castiel)

I mean, what is there to say? When Castiel and Dean first met after Hell, sparks literally flew. Destiel has been mentioned on the show multiple times, from a fourth-wall breaking musical to an angel saying “You see, he [Castiel] has this weakness. He likes you.” Maybe they won’t get together, but damn do I ship it.

Dean what do you think you’re doing with that tongue? O.o

All-Time Favorite OTP: Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black)

Oh my little babies. I literally thought they were married when I saw HP:PoA when I was five years old. They are my first OTP, and they will always be my number one. My little gay puppy and bisexual werewolf. JK can say what she wants, but they were in love in my eyes. 

I cry everytime

I got the idea fro @nimi-off-the-rail, and tag everyone who wants to do this :)

anonymous asked:

You're post regarding the existence of biological sex... perturbed me, to say the least, given the fact that you only cited intersex people as proof of this. I did some quick research on the subject and I learned that those fitting under the label intersex (not xx or xy, klinefelters, ambiguous genitalia, etc) and I found that such individuals make up around 1%-2% of the human population. As a result I must ask, and please understand this is an honest question, have you ever heard of an outliar?

Hello there.

Yes, I have heard of an outlier. I was fortunate enough to receive a high school education in mathematics, which got me fairly well-acquainted with the concept of outliers, multiplication, basic fractions, and Pythagoras’ bloody Theorem, among other things.

Now, please allow me to ask you a question:

Do you realise what you have just said?

It’s not a trick question, by the way. I am legitimately, apprehensively curious as to whether or not you realise exactly what it is you are suggesting to me. 

Did you know there are approximately seven billion people alive in this world right now? Approximately 7,255,000,000, and counting, in fact. 

And since you’re interested in maths, do you know what 1% of that number is?

It’s 72,550,000.

But that was an easy one. Do you know what 2% of that number is?

Of course you do. It’s 145,100,000. 

And do you realise what you have just said?

Would you like to know some other interesting statistics? I’m sure you would have answered yes, because you are a curious mind. Let’s talk about countries.

Did you know that Japan, Vietnam, Seychelles, Greenland, Germany, Australia, Palestine, Mexico, the United Kingdom, the Czech Republic, Switzerland, Afghanistan, South Korea, and France each have populations under 145,100,000 as of the most recent records.

Entire countries with fewer than 145,100,000 inhabitants. 

Did you know that, in fact, only nine countries have over 145,100,000 inhabitants? In order, those countries are China, India, the United States, Indonesia, Brazil, Pakistan, Nigeria, Bangladesh, and Russia. 

And so I will ask one more time, for emphasis: 

Do you realise what you have just said to me? 

I’m sure you know - being so well-versed in mathematics as you are - what happens to outliers. If nothing else, our dear friend Spiders Georg should have shown you what usually happens to outliers.

They do not get counted. They get ignored. They get deleted. 

What you have just said to me is this:

Approximately 145,100,000 people do not count to you. You do not respect them. You do not acknowledge them. You do not care about them. You see them as numbers. You see them as things, not people. You see them as less than yourself. 

I find that suggestion disturbing and repulsive in ways I can scarcely put into words, and frankly, I feel that same repulsion about you by association. What you have said to me is nothing short of disgusting and inhuman. I am so disappointed in you. 

However, you are quite right about me only citing a specifically intersex-oriented website. To be honest, that was because it was an easily accessible, informative read for people on the topic of physiological variation, to prove my point on there variation in the first place, and my thinking was that if people were curious and wanted to learn more about the fantastic spectrum of human existence, they were clever enough to, say, research it for themselves. To use the Google, as the kids these days call it. Perhaps that was a mistake on my part. Perhaps I shouldn’t have assumed that level of independent learning ability.

Seeing that you mentioned it, I assume you have looked into Klinefelter syndrome and ‘ambiguous genitalia’, and I therefore have absolutely no idea why you’re “perturbed” about this. 

The purpose of that post I made was to show that sexual morphology is not as simple as ‘male’ or ‘female’, and neither is it as simple as ‘penis’ or ‘vagina’. Gender is a spectrum, and so is sexual morphology. 

This may or may not come as a surprise to you, depending on whether or not you’ve actually seen other people’s junk, but almost no-one has the same junk as someone else. There is no factory where the Perfect Standard Junk gets made; there is no perfect standard junk. Even for people who are not considered ‘ambiguous’ or intersex, there is a lot of physical variation in every way you can think of, pretty much. 

And it’s all okay. That’s the point of this. 

People should never be shamed for their bodies. They should not be excluded or discriminated against or harmed or in any way made to feel lesser because their body is a bit different from yours. Like, for goodness’ sake. You shouldn’t need for someone to tell you that. 

And yet, here you are, telling me that 145,100,000 people are outliers.

Well, you know what? As far as I’m concerned, that’s 145,100,000 reasons to care about this. 

So it’s time to change your tune or go far, far, far away, you unbelievable wally. It’s your choice now.

Morgan Rielly - Family

Originally posted by vanzish

Request: @crimsoncurse1104 “ Hey! Could you please do an imagine with Morgan Rielly! And it’s the first time he’s meeting her family for a BBQ and he’s petrified but then you guys get to the house and everyone loves him and he bonds with y/n’s like 3 year old nephew and y/n realizes how much she loves him?? Something fluffy AF basically 😊😊 thankssss!! “

A/N: When I asked which one you guys wanted next, it wasn’t even near close. I got so many anons in my inbox asking for Mo next, so here you go! 

Up next: Either Martin Jones or Nolan Patrick

Warnings: None

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anonymous asked:

Idk man like I get that Luke was pissed with the gods and had every right to be angry in which made him the perfect person to become and be Kronos but like are we also going to ignore how shitty he was for like making Percy beleive he had a friend or someone to look up to, be betrayed, turned his back on Annabeth when he promised her that they'd always be a family (and spent like his last literal moment of life asking if she loved him) luke was a shitty person just saying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anon, you have no idea how enraged you have made me over the past few hours. I’m going to let you know I’m pissed, I’m not going to hide it, why would I? You need to know just how angry I am, because that has literally driven me to writing this answer. Before I start with the topic of Luke Castellan in general, let’s get a few things out of the way. The first thing, is going to be debunking this absolutely horrid and stereotypical ask you sent me in the first place.

  • There’s no need in telling me Luke was an absolute imbecile when it came to his judgment skills, we all know he absolutely failed that test.
  • Not once on this blog have I ever said in my life, that what Luke did to Annabeth wasn’t shitty. It was so horrible, Luke and Annabeth’s relationship was manipulative. He knew she looked up to him and he used it against her and that’s not okay. But just because he was manipulating her, does not automatically rule out the fact that he couldn’t have been being manipulated himself.
  • PSA: Because I know I’m going to have to repeat myself, I’m not excusing his behavior. I’m looking at the bigger picture.
  • Lastly, saying Luke was a shitty person because he made Percy believe he was his friend, is a weak argument and wouldn’t make it very far in an actual debate on the grounds that: Percy knew Luke a total of like what, a week? Luke, more likely than not, knew Percy was the target from the very start and treated him like a friend on purpose. He was being manipulative for who? Oh, I think we all know that. And Percy was not nearly as blinded as Annabeth this early on. He got pissed off the second he figured out it was Luke and he stayed pissed off. Percy was fully aware of what Luke was doing and he wasn’t even a quarter as affected by Luke’s betrayal than Annabeth was.
  • And that last thing, about the love thing? I’m going to get to that at the very end when we get into Luke’s character, but feel free to scroll all the way down right now.

Right now though, we’re not going to talk about Luke right away, because we all know Luke! He was a spectacularly written character! We know him very well, but do you know someone that no one seems to pay attention to? The very cannibalistic, titan lord that was canonically labeled “The Wicked One” in this series.

(I’m putting this under a read more because it’s just that long, but my read more’s on asks haven’t been working lately, so I’m really sorry if you all get stuck with this long post on your dashboards.)

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calfreezy x reader imagine: it’s just a prank bro!  (i had to lolol im sorry)

REQUESTED:  “Could you do a Calfreezy imagine where he’s planning to pull a prank on (Y/N) by telling her he cheated but she instantly sees the camera and to get back at him she tells him it’s okay because she cheated on him or something like that? And after its just sweet and fluffy. Thank you!”

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a hot sec?” 

Callum leaned his head round the door frame of his bedroom where I was sitting in his bed, scrolling through twitter on my laptop whilst he filmed a Q&A in the other room. He had originally asked me to join him however I declined, not wanting to make an appearance whilst feeling as rough as I did on this day. Last night was New Years; and I remembered absolutely nothing. Not even midnight. For all I know, Callum could have kissed any other girl in the room at midnight and I literally would have not an inkling. This, of course, didn’t leave me feeling in best condition for the first day of the year.

“Sure,” I responded to Callum. “Are you done filming?”

“Yeah.” He answered. I made space in his bed for him to come over however he declined.

“No, in the lounge.”

“Oh Callum why?” I groaned, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his bed being it was cold and bright outside of this room. 

“I know baby I know, but it’s serious and I don’t want Harry to hear, which he will if I talk to you about it in here.”

“Okay..” I rubbed my head, slightly concerned. “Just give me a minute to adjust.”

“Whatever you wish,” he smiled before leaving the room. I went to log out of twitter when I noticed he had tweeted only a couple of minutes before. The tweet read something about pulling one final prank before the Q&a ended. I logged out, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as I realised he had told me it was already over, and as I was dry, clean and not physically jumping him, no pranks had been pulled on me as far as I was aware. I stood anyway, stretching. I was wearing only one of Cal’s weezy shirts and my underwear. I contemplated putting on extra clothes but decided against it.

“This better be good, my everything kills.” I warned Callum as I made my way into the lounge. He was sat on a chair in front of the balcony window, another chair next to him reserved for me. He looked nervous. I took my seat, looking up at him.

Behind him, taped to the TV i instantly noticed a go pro. I squinted my eyes to focus on it. Was I being recorded?

“So Y/n,” Cal began to speak, interrupting my thoughts as I looked at him. “Obviously last night was New Years, and we had a party, in this very flat.”

“Yes?” I questioned. “Why are you telling me this, I know, I was there..”

“But you were extremely intoxicated were you not?”

“Well yeah..”

He looked down, his hands clasped together. 

“Last night..I kissed someone else. I cheated. I’m sorry.”

I turned away from him, feeling my heart drop. I looked over at the door contemplating whether or not to just get up and leave when I saw another camera, taped to the top of the door. Then everything made sense: the tweet, the go pro. I was being pranked. 

I looked down, smirking. This should be fun.

“Cal..” I looked back up at him. “I’m so glad were on the same page.”

“I’m so sorry- wait, what?”

“I’m glad you did, because I did too.”

“Y/N? You did what? Are you still drunk why aren’t you mad?”

“Cal,” I grabbed his hand in mine. “At midnight, I kissed Simon. I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n? Are you fucking serious?”

His face paled, jaw wide open. His reaction was priceless. 

“Cal you kissed someone too! it’s alright, we’re even!”

“No we’re not fucking even! You cheated!” He stood up.

“Cal I’m sorry, I was just so drunk and you look so alike..I thought it was you!”

He stood still, his fists clenched. Suddenly his face screwed up.

“You thought he was..Y/N are you pranking me?”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my mouth as I jumped up onto Cal, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stood completely still faking anger, although he couldn’t stop the smile that made it’s way onto his face. I planted small kisses all over his neck.

“I GOT YOU YOU FUCK!” I exclaimed through a laugh. “WHO GOT PRANKED NOW BITCH?”


He placed his large hands on my waist, squeezing me before he began tickling me. I giggled into his neck as he carried me over to the sofa and threw me down upon it, still tickling me. When I begged him to stop he didn’t and so I pulled his shirt. He lowered himself onto me and our lips met, smiling against eachother. 

“I love you you fuck,” I whispered into him.

“I love you too.” He replied before kissing me once more. I ran my hands through his hair as he climbed on top of me, his hands still on my waist, briefly coming in contact with the lace of my underwear.

“Oh Jesus get a room you two.” Harry groaned, entering the room suddenly.