i have not proof read this

anonymous asked:

Let me get this straight. The person who makes or supports the blurry photos with red circles because it's some kind of proof of love then made a post that said that you don't have to dissect a photo when the real love is there, implying that this is something gillovnies are doing (where?) when it is really they who are doing that. Do they read their own press?

I don’t know man! I don’t even understand what they tried to say!

Writing ADHD characters, an incomplete guide by a person with ADHD

So, if you want to write a character with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, it doesn’t matter if it’s an original character in your new story, or if you’re writing PJO fanfiction, there’s some things you need to know:
•Soda, sugar, coffee, they don’t make us MORE hyper, they actually help us calm down. A lot of people with ADHD self-medicate with coffee and soda on a daily basis when they don’t have access to actual treatment
•Our brains have two settings: hyperfocus and complete lack of attention. If your character is seriously worried about something, or if they like what they’re doing, it’s very likely they’re not going to stop. At all. I have once spent two entire days researching a topic, without moving from my computer, until I had to. Because I peed myself. I was fifteen. Hyperfocus is a serious problem, even if it’s sometimes useful. Don’t treat it as a superpower, please.
•On the same note, your character probably cannot spend too much time or energy on something they don’t like. As in, sometimes five uninterrupted minutes of reading are harder to achieve than three hours of writing, simply because the reading is not fun.
•We fidget. A lot. Your character probably repeats a movement over and over and over and over again, or they might always be doing something with their hands. You can make it something useful, but it is not necessarily common (Leo Valdez, from HOO, is a good example of useful fidgeting, with the things he builds. Annabeth Chase, on the other hand, tends to fidget with her necklace, a completely non-useful movement that is repeated several times, enough to be mentioned)
•Crazy energetic moments of inspiration happen. They usually don’t last. And people can’t really follow along with what we’re doing. The results, in my experience, are 50/50 on total garbage or amazingly good.
•Conversations, especially between several people with ADHD, can really easily go from point A to point G without going anywhere in the middle. Our brains tend to make different connections.
•Memory. Our memory is shitty and weird, most of the time. Same as our focus, it usually is either perfect or not there at all. I have lost countless hours to my own brain, chasing my thoughts.
•Planning is hard. Proof reading is hard. Finishing things once the original boost of focus is gone is almost impossible. I’m sorry this is so short, but it was a spur of the moment decision.

Feel free to ask me questions. I’ll probably love to explain things to you.
And please. To all fanfic writers. Stop making the characters go more hyper when they drink coffee. Seriously, one coffee makes me focus, two make me productive. Three make me take a nap.

what they say: Jeonghan is such a popular member, you don’t understand what it’s like to bias an underappreciated member

me, in my head: Jeonghan is so much more than a pretty face and a “swindler”, and everything else he has been portrayed to be. He has showcased consistent growth and expansion in his talents along with a comfort in who he is as a person. He no longer clings to his title of being the angel, nor is his hair his defining quality. As someone who openly stated that he can’t do much without the members and is lacking, he has developed a talent for MC-ing and maintaining an entertaining atmosphere on his own. Jeonghan’s emotional intelligence proves to be an asset to his relationships with others, as he is able to read the member’s emotions and quickly deduce what to do to bring them comfort or note a discrepancy in behavior. He is able to convey these observations well when needed, in an understandable and gentle way. Since pre-debut he has been noted to be the member with the best personality. He can be mischievous but that doesn’t mean he’s uncaring or untrustworthy, in a sense he causes a small commotion because he finds his brothers cute and enjoys seeing their reactions to situations. On the note of emotional intelligence there is also comfort he has in his own emotions, as he is able to openly express his insecurities and thoughts on things that many idols would not feel very confident in doing so. He will openly cry over friendships that mean a lot to him, because he loves that deeply. His intelligence goes beyond that sphere - he is a quick thinker, resourceful and down right clever in achieving what he wants. He’ll come up with a course of action on the spot before anyone can react. OFD Staff members were even impressed with his quick thinking. He is not caught up in “the pride of a man” or pride in general, he’s a humble and will take everything in with reason, even if it invalidates his identity. He is comfortable in who he is and understanding of why he gets these comments - though you can see the slight disturbance in his eyes at these times (the boy is TIRED stop it). As a performer, Jeonghan has shown tremendous skill in integrating the emotions of the concept in his face, demeanor and actions. His vocals alone have improved quite a bit since debut, he has found the way to utilize the beauty and uniqueness of his voice. His dancing is fluid, sharp and gracefully articulated from torso to limbs. It’s like he transcends on stage in front of your eyes. He was a freshly graduated young adult without a clue on what he wanted to do with his life and what he could do with his life due to his assumed mediocrity. Despite wanting to quit when times became difficult for him as a trainee, he didn’t. He preserved and is living the dream that found him. His role model is Lee Taemin, as Taemin has shown growth in talent since his debut and has been noted for being skillful as an overall performer. Jeonghan is constantly striving to be better, for himself and for Seventeen. But people are more interested in his hair and soft features as opposed to his drive. Don’t tell me he’s not underappreciated just because he’s popular. 

me, outloud: Shut up. 

dating people with bpd

written by a girl who loves a girl who has bpd

disclaimer: i do not have bpd (borderline personality disorder) and this was written from my experience dating a beautiful girl who has bpd and she proof read it!! i just want to help others whose partners have bpd! this may not apply to everyone because everyone is different but these are things that i have experienced in my relationship!

1. TALK ABOUT BOUNDARIES
this is important for every relationship whether the person you are dating has bpd or not, but it’s crucial for when you’re dating a person with bpd. this is important because certain things that you may not even think about can make them sad or even a bit angry. it’s important to talk about what triggers them and be super understanding when their triggers seem a bit uncommon, and let them explain their boundaries and symptoms they experience. it’s important to be patient and listen to them.

2. TELL THEM WHAT’S REAL
some people with bpd have a blurred sense of reality and need to be told what’s real and what isn’t. even if it’s just the color of their jeans, it is still important.

3. REASSURE THEM
some individuals with bpd have an intense fear of being abandoned, which usually comes from early childhood abuse, and need constant validation to reassure them that you aren’t going to leave them. be patient when they ask if you wanna breakup with them, or if they ask if you’re mad at them, or when they say their sorry for even the slightest of mishaps.

4. DON’T BE SCARED
personality disorders have tons of bad stigma surrounding them and individuals with these mental illnesses are demonized and made out to be like monsters in the media. it is important to ignore all the articles and posts about bpd that demonize them written by neurotypicals. people with bpd aren’t inherently bad.

5. IMPULSES
impulses are things you want to do. some impulses can be self destructive while others are not. most people with bpd don’t have impulse control like those who don’t have bpd do. a thing that works for me when their impulses are self destructive is (assuming that you’re their fp) asking them how they would feel if i did that, or asking them to do virtually anything to take their mind off it. and if that doesn’t work, it’s important not to get mad at them if they do it. they don’t know when an idea is bad or good, so just be patient and understanding and don’t be a fuckass.

6. EDUCATE YOURSELF
educate yourself on the disorder and read about the symptoms. the best person to talk to about bpd is your partner. because everyone is different, it’s important not to limit bpd down to certain symptoms. figure out what your partner experiences and read about those. i suggest following the bpd tag on tumblr or even browse it a bit to get a general understanding of the disorder. bpd is very complex so it’s important that you get a general understanding and realize that it’s not relatable to you. certain posts may be relatable but do not think that you can reblog them, because the extent in which they are felt is extremely different. most people with bpd have very intense emotions and feel things that we feel to a much higher level.

to conclude, dating someone with bpd isn’t hard or scary. however, it is different from dating someone who doesn’t have it. it’ll be hard if you don’t research it or ask them questions or get a general understanding of it, but if you do it’ll be easier for the both of you. people with bpd aren’t inherently abusive, and it is possible to have a stable relationship with your partner.

Darling, if only I could I would tell you that life was easy. I would tell you that it is just about the good times and the colorful smiles. That it is just about always waking up in the morning and feeling that everything is all right. If only I could I would tell you that bad things don’t happen and they were just false nightmares hunting you in your sleep. That there was no such things as lonely souls and broken heart’s wings. That there was no worries and stressful days. If only I could I would tell you that depression was just a myth. That you shouldn’t be scared for you can never have it. If only I could I would tell you that everyone will still treat you kind even if you had done bad things in your life. That there was no such things as insecurities and jealousy. That there is a lot and billions of people who will still love you even if you haven’t met each one of them. If only I could, I would tell you that there are no such things as thunderstorms and wild earthquakes that tried to ruin our homes. That a hurricane only wanted to drown us with its love—not with its overflowing hate at us. You see, if only I could I would only tell you about the beautiful things but I would be lying for the rest of my life. If I only tell you about these things, you would surely ask for proof and I would end up with empty hands. Because darling, I have nothing to give you when life had already showed the truth to you.
—  ma.c.a // I wanted to say a lot of things, but you wouldn’t believe me for sure

And… the stunt has been pulled. 

Two weeks ago, the opposition organized a national inquiry to find out how many people disapproved of what the government was trying to do (rewriting the constitution). The result was that 7M people voted in it, including Venezuelans all over the world, and said they rejected this completely.

Today, the “elections of the writers of the new constitution” were held, without having done the mandator inquiry the government was LEGALLY BOUND to hold first, to make sure that people wanted the constitution to be rewritten. The result? 8M voters, they said.

It sounds bad, right?

Only, it’s worse than you think.

Those 8M votes they claim they obtained are fake. False. Forged through every possible cheating process you can think of. As examples:

Dead people were signed up as current voters, despite having been inactive voters for YEARS.

People who hadn’t voted yet found that they apparently had already voted and the system refused to let them do it (their choice was made for them, basically).

Some people were actually going to vote, but there was nobody in the electoral centers. Not a soul. They couldn’t do anything.

There is ACTUAL FOOTAGE of people who got bribed through food into voting.

There are a gazillion reports of threats from the government to all state workers to not only vote in these elections, but to bring 9 other people with them so that they could have all the votes they wanted.

Also, some people were protesting against the process: 17 people were killed in a single day for not wanting this dictatorship.

So, turns out that when you take all this into consideration, you realize those 8M votes are actually sketchy as hell. But if we want to see something even better, the contrast between a 7M inquiry and 8M election is as follows:

Here we have a picture from 2 weeks ago, 7M inquiry:

This was the line today, around the same area, 8M for elections:

And this didn’t just happen in a single, isolated location. No, it happened everywhere. The vast majority stood their ground, workers didn’t vote despite all the threats… and yet these guys miraculously found 8 million votes?

Simply put, it’s the proof nobody else needed anymore of how rigged the system is. But it’s tragic, and dangerous, because of what they’re likely to do with these fake results. There seriously is no telling what they’ll do if they keep pushing their tampered results as what really happened.

I keep saying pessimistic things about how I don’t know what will happen and if I’ll still be able to be as leisurely and happy online as I usually am. This though… it’s an actual dictatorship, in the flesh. It’s autocracy. They’re not holding back at all. And if they keep limiting our freedom… well, who knows what might happen eventually. I do hope things finally will blow over and this nightmare will end, but after 19 years of veiled tyranny it’s hard to actually believe this country can be fixed that easily.

Anyways… just letting you all know what the truth is, in case anyone hears about the 8 million voters and thinks it’s a real thing. It’s absolutely, utterly fake and there’s a ton of proof of it if you know who to ask. 

Thanks for reading and caring, to all those of you who have. I hope there really may be a light at the end of this unreasonably endless tunnel.

Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Ok first of all, holy mother of fucks, @markiplier ‘s valentine’s day video was absolutely the best thing ever! (along with @therealjacksepticeye ‘s halloween video).

if you haven’t watch Mark’s video, I suggest you you go now before reading this post (if you actually even read it xD) because it might contain spoilers.

Ok so we now have physical proof of Darkiplier’s existence, just like Anti’s. I love how they both act alike with the glitches and all, but they’re still so different from each other. from what I saw with Jack and Anti, it seems like Anti fights Jack for control of the physical body. Anti was restless, he’d do anything and everything to take full control of Jack’s body, including killing Jack which is kinda what he did in the halloween video when he cut his throat. He just wanted freedom, and he has no problem in blaming us (the fans) for his actions towards Jack (“you all said my name”, “YOU” “its all your fault” “you all made this happen” “you could’ve stopped me… but you just watched as this happened” “now he’s gone forever”). He knows exactly what to say to make us feel guilty. that sounds an awful lot like a sociopath. I might be wrong but I just did some research (I wouldn’t be writing this without doing my homework ahah) and some of the traits are:

  • Repeated violations of the law
  • Pervasive lying and deception
  • Physical aggressiveness
  • Reckless disregard for safety of self or others
  • Consistent irresponsibility in work and family environments
  • Lack of remorse

you can see most of these behaviors in Anti. Antisepticeye is a sociopath.


now Darkiplier on the other hand…


from what I saw in mark’s valentine’s day video, Dark looked like he had more self control. he seemed awfully calm. he wasn’t trying to fight Mark for a chance of controling the body. he was waiting for Mark to actually let him in (”I’ve been waiting patiently” “he promised he would let me in again”) and this makes me think… Dark is strong enough to take over Mark’s body without actually attacking Mark the way Anti did with Jack. and Mark knows it. so he made a deal. he would let Dark get in from time to time, if he promised not to hurt anyone. obviously Dark wouldn’t keep that promise like we see in the 14 million subs video for example. now lets take a look at some of the psychopath traits:

  • Lack of guilt/remorse
  • Lack of empathy
  • Lack of deep emotional attachments
  • Narcissism
  • Superficial charm
  • Dishonesty
  • Manipulativeness
  • Reckless risk-taking

I don’t know about you but these scream Darkiplier to me. you can see how emotionally detached he is from us. he just wants to toy with our emotions. this is all but a game to him. and he doesn’t care about the consequences (”take your pick. anything of four different choices”, “and lets see how far down this rabbit hole really goes” “so take your pick. show me what you got”, “and maybe we’ll have a good date after all”). he gives us a sense of security and happiness(?) (”if dinner is what you want, then I can provide”, “and I can take you to wherever you’d like to go”), only to be crushed by a statement that makes us fear for our own life (”I can specially take you to places where you DON’T want to go”), leaving us on the edge. he makes us think he actually cares about us (”I’ve been waiting a long time to get some personal space between us”), when he actually just wants to hurt us (”THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME”, “youre never, ever going to escape me”).

and if you notice, after you’ve chosen who to kill, you’ll see that if you choose the left option, Mark looks so worried and empathetic over us, trying to reassure us… after all we just killed someone and he’s worried about us (compared to the Mark we’re left with, if you choose the right option). at the end, it turns out we killed the wrong Mark, and we’re left with Dark in front of us. for a second we believed we killed the right Mark, seeing how calm and not evil M(D)ark was acting towards us. that is manipulation. Dark made us believe we were safe now, that we made the right choice, only to crush that sense of safeness right when we were starting to get confortable and at peace (”oops… looks like you made the wrong choice”, “but now we’re going to be together…. forever”)

I strongly believe Darkiplier is a psychopath and Antisepticeye is a sociopath. they both act differently towards Jack and Mark and their fans, but at the same time, in a very similar way. I believe the reason Anti is so glitchy and Dark is so “HD quality” (xD) is because Anti forced his way into Jack and obviously thats gonna leave some damage, while Dark waited (im)patiently for his turn to take over the body.


I just want to congratulate @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier for portraying these characters, made up by the fans, so unbelievably well, and thank them for taking their time to make something, created by the community, come true like this. you guys are amazing.


this is just my theory, if you disagree or have something to say, I’d be more than happy to hear your theories, but don’t be rude or anything.

also, if you read this giant post till the end, thank you so much for taking your time to do so :) sorry if this was a bit confusing xD 

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edit: if you want a bit more input on their disorders, take a look at this post

please, I would love to hear your opinions on it

bailci  asked:

I can't think of headcanons myself, but how would their first kiss go? :D

*digs hands into cliche solangelo headcanon box*

@bailci asked for headcanons and instead i delievered a fanfiction in bullet point omfg im so sorry

  • fight me all you want on this, but their relationship for sure started with a ‘first kiss’ because they’re cheesy like that
  • so lets give a bit of background shall we ??
  • i like to think that they really became friends—actual friends–after those three days in the infirmary and they obviously had *those* moments
  • you know what im talking about.
  • like when things got a bit too quiet during their walks and both had the urge to just reach out and hold the others hand
  • or when they one of them were caught by the other stealing glances here and there during meetings because literally who cares about what chiron’s saying when there’s a cute boy in the room
  • but besides those little moments, i’d say they were pretty comfortable with each other
  • nico would voluntarily hang out with will at the infirmary and “help him out” and “bring him a snack”
  • anyway let me actually answer this before i go on rambling about their cute friendship days:
  • maybe things got pretty bad one night. i’d presume nico had some really bad nightmares and he woke up and took a walk to clear his mind
  • and maybe he just happened to walk over to the path that lead him to the apollo cabin—half because he hated the dark and half because the glowing warmth of the cabin gave him comfort and solace
  • and of course, will would just be leaning there, maybe trying to get his own thoughts out of his head and when he saw nico, he’d just smile and gesture him to come closer.
  • they’d take a walk together around camp, just talking about normal things until will asked him what he was doing up and walking around at twelve in the morning
  • “you’re literally the child of the sun solace the better question is what are you doing at twelve in the morning”
  • will would probably just shrug and say how he was just couldn’t sleep cause he was thinking about his brothers
  • and then—uh oh—it’s awkward and quiet suddenly and will doesn’t knows why until nico starts talking about how he was thinking of bianca and oh
  • and because will solace is a Literal Sunshine he’d probably just ask him to elaborate and talk about his sister and his time at italy and all of a sudden nico is flailing his arms and his eyes are sparkling and will is biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too much
  • eventually the conversation fades away comfortably, maybe laughing at something nico said, but either way the silence that follows after is finally a comfortable one
  • nico breaks it by looking over at will with the calmest expression will has ever seen and he thanks him—for listening, for being there, for letting him rant on and [insert bumbling flustered nico here]
  • “he’s really cute but oh god he won’t shut up and i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know what’s he’s saying anymore”
  • so will decides to shut him up and calm him down by leaning in closer and pressing his lips against nico’s in a chaste, gentle way. his lips are warm—they’re unbelievably smooth and the happy warmth bubbling inside his chest is a bit too much and for a second will doesn’t realize that nico’s become tense against him
  • and just as he’s about to pull back, nico relaxes slowly and presses closer in a super nervous and unsure type of way because he’s 14 okay and he can’t even handle will smiling at him and you’re talking kissing
  • will feels a rush of happiness and he puts his hand on top of nico’s trembling one (he also learns that kissing, contrary to popular belief, does not calm people down)
  • and they part, not because they want to, but because breathing is a thing and they kind of forgot how to do that in the last few seconds.
  • now all of a sudden they’re looking at each other with wide eyes that dart to the other’s lips awkwardly and faces that are too red to be healthy and they just start laughing because their shocked and also nervous but most of all happy and “oh my god did we just…”
  • they spend the rest of the night unable to sleep but because of a good reason this time: just thinking about how the others lips felt and each little sensation and smiling into their pillows and oh my god is that the sun?

give me headcanons (or risk asking me for some and opening a black hole)

I’m always greatly amused by the snarky comments I get in my inbox pertaining to Crucifix Nail Nipples. 

The best are usually from people who feel the need to tell me, that in their vast experience, they’ve read worse, they’ve edited worse, and I was mean to have the manuscript pulled like I did. And if you’ll permit me a moment of saltiness here, after a cursory glance at some of the blogs: Charlotte, you’re 18, you’re not an editor. You’re a beta reader for you friend’s One Direction ABO fic, and while I am sure you are very good at it, have some perspective.

There’s a profound difference between the literary crimes of poor fanfiction being written for free by people either doing it for fun or practice, and someone about to land a 30k contract for a Professional Piece Of Writing With A Marketing Team Behind It.

Crucifix Nail Nipples was not written by a teenager. It was not a work of fanfic. And I was not being mean, I was doing my job. It was written by a then 30+ something woman who had been published before and was adamant, Adamant, that my problems with the manuscript were with my inability to see and comprehend her creative genius. I was a dullard, a person who fixed the grammar of better minds. I was reminded time and time again of the adage, those who can do Do, and those who can’t teach, or in my case critique. I was berated and verbally abused by this woman for weeks as I tried to suggest simple fixes for the most mundane of things (like the use of an em dash rather than parentheses) before I eventually snapped, and went up the email chain to find where the fuck she had come from and found out she’d been allowed in past our vetting team as a favor to her friend who worked with us. That, by company policy was not allowed, and there alone I would have been obligated to tell someone else higher up that hey, this manuscript isn’t meant to be here…

To this day I have no idea how it ended, because the amount of work needed to fix it meant I had to Fix It before I could even read through it once. I had to start editing it as a basic proof and line editor, just to get past the opening.  

When that piece of shit manuscript was dropped so innocently onto my desk, it was next to work that would later go on to become best sellers and win awards. That’s the league Crucifix Nail Nipples was being allowed into. With all its abuse and creepiness you all seem to rail against in fanfic and demand Better Standards of.

And perhaps if it had been dark!fic on fanfic.net I could have conceded to it having some merit in the form of exploration and artistic expression. But it wasn’t, it was a poorly written piece of horseshit being written by a Professional and was so bad in content it was completely outwith the basic standards of the publishing house (safe, sane, consensual—we had rules about writing in the use of condoms and lubrication for god’s sake) and the woman was a bonafide nightmare to deal with. So I snapped and did the only thing left to me. I gave up and told the boss.

People got fired because of Crucifix Nail Nipples. And I had to change my work email and my name was removed from the website employee page because the nutcase author started sending me death threats over it. 

So you’ll forgive me, for not giving a single fuck about the author’s feelings. But quite frankly I don’t care if you do or not. I ended a manuscript from being published over 5 years ago because it didn’t deserve to be published. That’s the truth of it. It didn’t deserve to be published, to receive royalties and god forbid a fucking sequel. And you can bitch and whine at me all you want about how you’ve read worse, well good for you, I’m not competing with anyone. I am not Here for the Suffering Olympics.

And I’m not meaning to be mean or put anyone down, it’s not in my nature to be unnecessarily cruel. I just want you to understand I didn’t intend for anything to blow up the way it did. Believe me, I feel undeserving of all the attention I’ve garnered over this too. 

All I did was share a (with hindsight) funny story about something that happened to me in an industry a lot of people think of as clandestine and sacred. And I’m sorry you have a problem with that, but not everything in this world has to adhere to you and your impression of reality. Life does in fact go on and happen to other people without your permission. Shocking I know. 

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Supernatural: 10 Seasons in Graphics
An updated version of my old infographics based on seasons 1-8. Click to enlarge.

Wrong

Summary: In which trying to prove your friends wrong doesn’t go quite as planned.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 994

A/N: I wanted to write something other than ALiL so I found this prompt list and had @marvelingatthewonder pick some prompts out for me. Here’s the first one: 68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”.

@avengerstories - you edit things for me at all times and I’m forever grateful for that.

Originally posted by davidmuhn

“Steve’s staring at you.”

You glare at Daisy over your shoulder, not bothering to lower the speed on the treadmill. “Sure he is.”

“He is. Not very discreetly might I add,” she notes, lips turning up in amusement.

Wanda peeks her head up from the yoga position she’s in and whistles. “Yup, not discreet at all.“

Keep reading

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(I would have posted more but I reached the image limit LOL)

Shownu and his boys. Idk how else to explain to people how important this man is to all of them. I thought it was obvious in their body language and in the manner in which they look at him/talk to him.

Do yal have any idea how much they cherish him, how much they love him? How much they feel protected and safe with him? How protective they are of him? How they can read his face now and tell how he’s feeling? How they all want to be near him, hanging all over him? Have you heard how they speak about him?

BUT.

Apparently people need to be reminded. I also have text proof too if this isn’t enough. :I

Day Ninety

-Today I have been entrusted with the responsibility of being the operator. This seems like an oversight as I have next to no idea of how to be the operator. We will see how this goes.

-I found a pair of Valentine’s Day socks depicting a glorious Norse warrior with the caption, “I’ve taken a great Viking to you.” This is the single greatest seasonal item I have ever seen in my expansive seasonal item-hunting life.

-I inadvertently stumbled upon a solid stock of doomsday-ready supplies on a shelf in the hanger room. Hand-powered radios. Flashlights. Baby lotion. Everything one could ever need for armageddon.

-When given the phone, I was told to expect very few calls. This was a relief. I received many calls. I crossed my fingers I had been forwarding the calls correctly and not simply hanging up on confused callers. I still have no proof either way.

-I watched a toddler sprint off to the end of an aisle, wait for his mother to get close, and then sprint off again. This continued through the entirety of the store until he eventually sat down and let her catch up. Never again will I believe video game chase sequences to be unrealistic.

-A decidedly-creepy man asked a female coworker for a spare print ad. After being handed one, he walked off for five minutes to then return to her. He pressed a clipping from a Valentines page against her stomach. The cut-out paper read, “Let’s be friends.” I cannot be sure, but something in me says that this may not be the most effective method.

-From across the store, I heard the voice of a young boy chant, “Let me have my boobies back.” I cannot even begin to imagine the sort of monster who would take them from him.

anonymous asked:

you „stan“ a manipulative, white supremacist, barely talented, unbelievably rich cow with terrible hair and godawful dance moves. there are so many other great artists, that make music with actual value and finesse, maybe consider „stanning“ someone like that for a change instead of some odd persona a record label is spoonfeeding you : )

*clears throat*

Dear anon, before starting throwing shade at us and Taylor herself, I think that you should check your sources and “facts” first, sit down and read this.

If this person is, I quote, “manipulative” and “a white supremacist”, then I would very much like to take a look at your sources and proof so that we can discuss about it although I have a feeling that most of your “proof” comes from teen magazines or from unreliable sources. I don’t know if you have looked up the definition of white supremacy before, but I will give it to you now: “White supremacy is a racist ideology based upon the belief that white people are superior in many ways to people of other races and that therefore white people should be dominant over other races.” Now, I don’t know how you can qualify Taylor as a white supremacist when she has many friends such as Uzo Aduba (with whom she performed at the 1989 World Tour) and Todrick Hall (who is also starring in her Look What You Made Me Do music video). Moving on, you may call her what you want and you may use terms such as “manipulative” or “unbelievably rich”, but here are some facts about her that you might have skipped:

• she might be rich, but she doesn’t keep the money to herself. In 2015, during Christmas, or as we like to call it, Swiftmas, she sent packages full of gifts to fans around the world. One of these fans was missing a certain amount of money for college, and since Taylor was aware of that, she sent her $1,989 including a lot of other gifts (I used this as a source because I couldn’t find the Tumblr post but y’all can help me later when I post this) (x)

• she has donated an endless amount of money to fans with illnesses, to organizations, visited them at hospitals, and even wrote an eponymous song called “Ronan” for a 4-year old that passed away because of cancer (just google the name of the song and “taylor swift hospital” and you’ll see)

• she gave a certain amount of money and dropped at a hotel a fan who had missed her bus after her concert

• she invites fans TO HER HOME and tells us secrets, bakes for us, stalks us on social media, knows more things about us than ourselves, and is genuinely happy to see us, AND SHE GIVES US THE BIGGEST AND BEST HUG OF OUR LIVES AND SHE DOESN’T LET YOU GO UNTIL YOU LET GO and the conversation between you two flows perfectly because it feels like you’re talking to your long-lost sister and you have so much to talk about (and I and other secret sessioners are the source for this and if you have any questions or you’re don’t believe us you are free to ask politely)

• if you take a look closer, all Taylor never even once ever started the drama. Don’t you think that it’s odd that people keep throwing shade at her for no valid reason when they could actually throw shade at Donald Trump because all he can say is “tremendous”?

• she knows so many things about us it’s insane. She likes our posts daily and interacts with us, even with some emojis, because she knows that it could make a person’s day, week, month, year, or maybe even your entire life. At award shows or any other public event, she doesn’t miss on the opportunity and surprises fans. Do you know any other celebrity who loves their fans so much that they travel to the other side of the world for them, help them financially, send them gifts, spends HOURS with them on social media and tries to meet as many of us as possible?

• she recently met a girl at a secret session who had possibly a miscarriage, and not only did Taylor make her laugh and made her feel better, but the next day, she received an e-mail from Taylor’s team with a specialized doctor’s address. When she asked how much she had to pay them, they replied that everything had already been covered (x)

I would have written more about this but unfortunately I’m running out of time, so I will let our TS defense squad to keep giving you reliable information.

I would like to formally announce you that whatever you may have heard about her is absolutely absurd, no matter where you found the information, or whether you think it’s true.

Also, her hair is so beautiful and I will defeat you if you dare to fight me on this, and who cares about her dance moves?????? Because if your definition of a good artist includes having nice hair and good dance moves then I think that we have a very different illustration of what talent is. I really think that you should listen to her album “Red” and then I’d like to see if you can write such lyrics and if you can represent feelings through instrumentals. You probably have no idea that she has been rewarded so many times throughout her career because of her talent, and she is one of the most awarded celebrities nowadays, yet she is only 27.

I would like to finish this before I go in class with a clarification. You see, I chose Taylor not only for her music, but also for who she is. She has been there for me when I most needed her, and she never failed to bring a smile to my lips in my darkest times. You have here an entire fandom that would agree with me and would gladly tell you specific reasons why everything she does is important to us and why she is so special. Because Taylor isn’t only a celebrity. She’s the person we’ve looked up to in the past few years. She’s our Aunt Becky. She’s our life savior, for many. She’s our ray of sunshine. But most importantly, she’s our best friend. And we have a relationship based on trust, love, and respect, and in all honesty, I think that it’s beautiful.

Mirror, Mirror (Tom Holland Smut)

request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland

short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)

length: 1.8k words

warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)


“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time. 

“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response. 

“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.

“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.

Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.

“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.

“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.

“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.

Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.

“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions. 

“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.

Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.

His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.

“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.

“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.

“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you. 

“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.

“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.

“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.

“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”

After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.

“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.

“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.

After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.

“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.

You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.

“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.

“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.

“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this. 

Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.

The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.

The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.

Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.

When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.

“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.

Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.

“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.


please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)

anonymous asked:

I'm not tryna invalidate the struggles people w chronic pain go through but just so you know doctors are v restricted when it comes to prescription strength painkillers bc the overprescription of them is directly linked to the heroin epidemic so

okay, but honey, sweetie, child. She refused to call the 15 other doctors I provided their contact information for her to call them … because she “didn’t think it was worth it” and “didn’t feel comfortable doing it” She refused to read my hospital discharge papers that explained my situation entirely, and ALSO provided all of my other doctors WHO WERE SPECIALISTS IN MY ILLNESS, to ask their opinion. She wasn’t restricted, she had all the proof and resources to give me the prescription. I did all the leg work for her, and she refused to even utilize it. She was NOT restricted, she was belligerent.

She was the only person I could go to in time because the specialists are an hour away from me otherwise I would have just seen the people who actually know how to do their job.

This argument is a cop-out. Do not defend someone who hates chronically ill people. Do not. She does not care about our pain, she does not care about treating us, and she is part of the very real problem of ableism [discrimination against disabled people] in the medical industry. The fact is: she simply did not care that I am in pain from a fucking surgery I just had.

1st part of my bnha au, details in the read more

Hero name: Kanda

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Dragon Hybrid! Michael

Words: 5.5k

Warning: violence (only a little) and smut ofc

Summary: Y/N’s dad is a viking who kills dragons so when she gets kidnapped by one he obviously goes to save her. But whilst she’s there she bonds with Michael the hybrid dragon, will her dad kill him to save his daughter? 

I’m sorry I’ve been gone for like 2 months but hey I’m sorta back? enjoy babes xo

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“We will fight and we won’t give up” My dad shouted. I looked off the stage at my fellow vikings, they were all geared up and ready to battle. I clenched my teeth together, watching every one put there swords in the air and chant. I grabbed the sword next to me, which was my fathers many moon’s ago. He had slayed many of the biggest and scariest dragons with it and he had passed it down to me. I slid it into the pouch and walked across the stage to stand behind my dad in support. 

“This is our time. Our battle. The beasts won’t know what’s hit them” he roared.I smirked out knowing that I would have the most blood on my hand’s as they were all pretty weak. I’m not saying I;m the best because that would be boosting my ego to much and I may get cocky. But I sure am one of the best. There were many vikings of all ages, some old like my dad and few new ones. Most of the fighters were men, women could chose to fight but most of them stayed home with the children. I was probably one of 15 women out of 200 men. But the women fighters were the best. 

“So let’s go fight and we’re not coming back until the dragons have been slayed or captured” he yelled, taking out his sword and punching the air with it. I stood back and watched the crowed roar with excitement and it buzzed through me too. The vikings started leading out the small stadium. My dad strides over to me with his big helmet hat, being the ‘president’ of the land he was made to wear this massive hat which was to big for his head. 

“You ready?” He smiled, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded my head and smiled and he could see my excitement. “Don’t get to excited, remember they’re evil creatures and can harm you”  

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fic; No Place Without You

Harry’s in love with life and he’s in love with the world.

Louis’ in love with Harry and he doesn’t think there’s any way he can possibly compete.

A Wanderlust au in which Harry doesn’t have a permanent home and stays with Louis when he visits NYC.

Word Count: 19k 

on ao3 here!

reasons why haggar is a lesbian

made by me, a certified lesbian

• she’s the most powerful villain/person in the show
     • like seriously no one has anything on her
     • and lesbians/gay people are always more powerful than straight people

• no one fucking…listens to her
     • which is relatable so i mean…

• the only time she smiles around a man is when she’s torturing him
     • do i even need to explain this

• she’s magical and magic is gay
     • proof: have you ever read a fantasy book because holy shit even if the obviously        gay characters end up being straight (looking at you sarah j. maas) they’re still            pretty fuckign gay

• what straight girl dresses like this:

conclusion: haggar is a lesbian