i know the story behind it

toastysalt  asked:

hey ummm i dont know who else to ask about this but what the fresh fuck is the "woody collective" and should i fear them

the woody collective started off as just one person who would take old deactivated nazi blogs and change the profile picture to a specific picture of woody from toy story and set everything to default besides the title, which they changed to “Howdy Pardner”
eventually more and more people joined, taking old nazi urls and woodifying then. the mastermind behind the woody collective no longer has control over all the blogs.
a blog called “woody’s roundup” was started that currently serves as somewhat of a central hub for all of the woodys. i’ve seen instances where the woody collective rounds up not just nazis, but also pedophiles and terfs.
there’s a new meme going around where people take the url of a popular tumblr user known for being “bad” (i.e. sixpenceee and even the staff) and edit their profile pic to the woody picture and put in a post that just says “Howdy”
tl;dr it’s an awesome thing going on but it’s probably gonna end up getting way out of hand but i hope it can continue to act as controlled chaos for as long as possible

#42 - Excerpt from a book I'll never write

“Feeling left behind is the worst feeling in the world. Even when it’s not about you, in your head it always is. You see them move farther and farther away and all you can think about is that there must be something terribly wrong with you for them to leave you behind. Logic and reasoning don’t matter because your heart knows that people always leave and promises are always broken. So you stop letting people in your heart and in your life. Not because you want it that way but because watching another person leave is going to shatter you into a million little pieces. You put up walls to protect yourself from the world and you hide your pain behind a smile. Because you’ve learnt that when you pretend to be happy, nobody ever stops to look deeper. And your heart is safe that way.”

anonymous asked:

i play the cello and no one in my family played a musical instrument, as my mom and dad had said that I'm the only one. cool, right? and one day when we were cleaning the basement (rarely go there, it's scary and dark) my mom busted open a crate and pulled out a theorbo and played it, like mom why did you lie to me and what's the story behind the theorbo I can't believe my mother is capable on playing the fucking theorbo after not knowing it for 27 yearS OF MY LIFE???????? a theorbo. I'm shook

i literally had to google theorbo. nice

i’m proud to say i got you (2/2)

this is mostly exploratory and largely self-indulgent, i just want 1A to talk about this. i’ve come to love bakugo a whole bunch so i wont vilify him, but the way the kid treated izuku back when was hecked up and for at least my own sake i want someone to admit it

summary: there’s a history behind midoriya’s stammers and full-body flinches, an ugly word for what he went through before coming to yuuei, tenya just doesn’t want to think it.

2k 4k genfic, iida & deku

story tag / ao3

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Absolutely nothing, Tenya comes to realize, is so cut and dry as heroics. Against the backdrop of fire and wreckage, villains and victims are as easy to pick apart as black and white. It’s easy to know where to step, which way to run, who to subdue and who to rescue.

The rest of his life is very rarely as simple.

It’s one thing to know that Bakugo and Midoriya have an ugly history – to come into the understanding that Midoriya, perhaps the most transparent person Tenya knows, has a skeleton rattling noisily in the closet – but it’s something else entirely to act upon knowing that.

It’s not a simple matter, trying to shape Midoriya into a victim. Not the Midoriya who led the way during the Provisional License exam, who faced the Hero Killer in a dark alley, who risked life and limb and potentially his hero career to break into the scene at Kamino Ward and save a boy who has never been kind to him.

Midoriya smiles like a bright summer sky and shrinks like a shadow, a walking contradiction of hard-earned scar tissue and soft-spoken scruples, and Tenya doesn’t know how to believe in the uncomfortable reason why.

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anonymous asked:

Post 5 things that make you happy, then anonymously ask the last ten people on your notifications list

1.  I just finished The Secret History on Friday and I still have book hangover.  I know it’s been out for decades, and I’m behind the curve. One woman I know on FB managed to be utterly condescending about that and I was just ugh.  But the prose is so beautiful, and the story so engrossing.  It’s just the best book I’ve read in a long time and it was just a joy to read something I thoroughly enjoyed from beginning to end.

2.  In that same vein, I just read a Tom/Narcissa ficlet by @olivieblake and I don’t read a lot of fanfic anymore but it was like falling in love again. It’s so literate and layered and hypnotic and I loved it.

3.  The raspberry patch in the backyard is in full fruit.

4.  @ibuzoo liked the start of Dry.  I live in the constant conviction that my work is shite so that was a bit of gloriousness.

5.  I had an insight into a character during a rare burst of extroverted socializing with one of the offspring’s friends parents (and isn’t it just so OF COURSE that elementary school is done and there I am finding people I might actually be somewhat in tune with, though I’m sure they think I’m a clod because hi I’m socially anxious and I’ll stop now and just ask the last ten people.)

im kinda like…. want to get into tf again? but its Complicated. im all excited bcs we’re showing tf5 at the theater where i work and like, ive never been into the tf movies but its got me remembering all the stuff i DO like abt tf. and it sucks bcs ive recently been super disenchanted by mtmte, which, aside from tfa honestly was the only tf content i truly…….Cared about?

rid15 is fine but generally just kinda ‘ehhhh’ to me, and im behind enough to where catching up is just like……i just have no interest i n it. i could rewatch tfa/tfp but i dnot have TIME for that, and reading comics/books is so hard for me when there’s not … like reading books/comics is hard for me unless i REALLY am attached to the story/characters and theres just so MUCHi dont know that its hard for me to get into them nd understand whats going on and who’s all there and important… but thats just bcs i have poor reading comprehension lol

anyways its like. i want new fresh tf content but i want it to be exactly the precise type of new fresh content that i want but only with characters that i care about and none of that exists as far as ican tell so its like. i want to get back into tf but i dont even… really want to 

The Secret life of Ahsha : Be affectionate and romantic

Dear Diary
After the meeting I had with Madison, I knew the all situation. She was now single because the dude Derek Roman broke up with her. Why didn’t she follow my excuses , like I was one of her friend , I don’t know but now we’re sure which result she got telling him the truth , her ass is single now. But I was hoping to put this story behind me and just moved on. I hadn’t the time to be preoccupied about this that much.  It was Marissa birthday and I was preparing this since couple weeks now. Having money was surely a good thing, like do whatever you want , have whatever you want was pleasant as fuck. The jaw dropping when I pay cash… I never been about the lavish life, my mother always told me that money doesn’t define you and doesn’t worth it but I can tell you this, money when it doesn’t get you twisted doesn’t hurt. Marissa is one of the closest person I was on earth. She is my soulmate, more than any men can ever be. We knew each other side we’re four and ever since we never split. We had couple fight of course and the most horrible thing we done was to stop talking during six month because of a boy. We never done this mistake again. Marissa was deserving the world , without her , I would probably not launch my illicit activity and blossom that much. Helping women to keep their men. Ok maybe not for Madison but who care ?! That is all Derek Roman fault.
So my surprise for Marissa was… A yacht . I took care of everything. The yacht and the staff team on board , a bartender at the bar , a Dj for the music. I sent invitation with a dress code, white and walking in, I was happy everyone respected it.
“ Everybody turn up for the birthday girl Marissa!!!” yelled the Dj in his mic. Marissa herself couldn’t believe her eyes. She always have the fantasy to attend to one of these party. In LA, it was really not rare to just go on a yacht , for party but we could have never afford it if I wasn’t doing what I was. I paid for her outfit too , my dress cost me $2 500 and my shoes even more. But with the legs it was making me , it was worth it. Marissa screamed of excitement , turning around and facing me. That bitch pecked my lips , but I quickly rejected her
“ Bitch!” I teased her “ If you kiss me one more time I smash that mouth !"It wasn’t in a big deal , just her way to thank me but honestly not in front of all of these people. Surely , money doesn’t hurt. The music was bomb the alcohol flowed. At least everyone was having a good time. I was sit in a white couch, enjoying watching people having their fun. I wasn’t the kind to just go in the middle of the dance floor , attracting everyone attention , but the discreet one , sitting , showing what I was capable to dance only to the brave one who can invite me to dance. Speaking of which , a dude came to me and my girls. I won’t lie to you , he was a good damn piece. Tall, thick enough , not in the fat way but more in the way that workout pay , fine in white, with thin and long fingertips. I don’t know but I was very picky when it come to man’s hand. He was fine. For sure. But I was internally praying that it wasn’t for me. Too bad for my ass
” Can I offer you a second drink ?“ He proposed me , with his hand I was suppose to take I guess. But I wasn’t in mood
” Maybe later" I smiled to him. It wasn’t a no , just a maybe. He walked away, a little smirk on the face. Best believe he will come for that later. Of course, Marissa didn’t lost a bite of it . She slapped my bare thigh
“ What’s wrong with you ? ” Marissa exclaimed “ He was fine as hell. Aren’t you the one who say that you need to diversify your booty call list ?” Hell yeah I needed. I wasn’t sleeping with two different men at the same time. I wasn’t that wanton. But I have period- choice. Lately I was seeing Georges , a mixed french and congolese man , who came in LA for fame and money. He was an actor , or wanted to be. Sex was cool and entertaining but he was starting to become a little bit sticky. He wanted us to go on date , staying after the act. I might just need to remplace him. But I was liking Georges style , and trust game.
“ I do ” I said to Marissa “ But Georges might come so…”
“ Do I sense some more serious agreement between you two ?” Marissa was worse than an police officer. Whatever she was having in mind, she will question the hell out of you until you tell her exactely what she want to hear.
“ No” I firmly told her “ I don’t do relationship and you know this”
“ Girl you’re so unfair!” said Clarisse , a friend of us “ You help girl to get a ring , to maintain their marriage or win their man back and you don’t want to settle. You can be any woman that any man want. Do you have any idea how many guys will want to be with you and marry you ”
It will require that I want to get marry myself. Which wasn’t the case. I wasn’t the kind to wait to get a stupid ring. Or dreaming about a white dress. I was just not into the marriage thing. With the amount people were filling divorce, or the women who were coming to me in order to save their sex live because their marriage was missing of fire it wasn’t really attractive. People can be really happy without sign a paper. Why I don’t do relationship , was for the simple reason that I don’t find someone who interesting me enough , more than just physical. Sex was fun and all but I was even more picky when it come to the chemistry and mental connection. I get bored really fast.
“ Forget about marriage ” interfere Marissa “ Do you have any idea how many niggas on this boat would love to take you” How could the conversation be around me when it was Marissa birthday. But I got saved. New person coming and best believe that even me , my jaw dropped, like everyone else
“ Oh my fucking God!” swore Clarisse and Marissa at the same time. You can’t blame our surprise. Nathan was the biggest gay stylist liar in the all damn world. So when we went to try some dresses for the event and he told us that he knew some basketball player who will love to come , we ain’t gonna believe his lies. Once he said he knew Beyonce. But damn… Terrence Wall and two of his teammate walked in the party. Of course, I lost Clarisse and Marissa , acting like groupies around them already. And it doesn’t seems to bother them. I truly wonder myself if I was finding them sexy , like every pussies over here. Terrence Wall and his friend were fine, that it for sure. Who wouldn’t find all this muscular bodies, confident and all. It remind me someone else, who was sexier. I have to give him this credit. I took my phone and google his ass , typing in ’ Derek Roman ’. I was so breaking the rule number one who is to keep the boyfriend anonymous. But since he wasn’t with Madison anymore, Madison wasn’t one of my client anymore so I wasn’t breaking rules. Butt I was curious about a man who just got over my skin that much. I found that he was a part of a big marketing company, popular in LA. He was probably rich as fuck. It’s why his place was so luxurious and while my boss was licking the skin of his ass. I went on his social media , like Instagram and it was most of the time about himself. Shirtless . His changed his description real fast, noting single. I saw no photo of him and Madison
“ Who is Derek Roman ” said a masculine voice. I hadn’t notice that he came to sit just next to me. It was George. He seems relax “ Is it the dude why you don’t want us to get to the other level”
I locked my phone and put it in my purse
“ You talked too much ” I told him , determined to use his tongue for another purpose. I leaned over him and kissed him , in order to trigger his envy. And it didn’t miss. While kissing, I sense his hand on my thighs , making his way to my center. He pushed my panties to the side and fingered me. I broke the kiss in a moan, trying to be discreet since we’re still on the couch , in front of everybody . Sex in public was having something not borring at all…..


“ How was your day ?” the wife asked, cutting her meat. Having dinner with her husband was like any cliche in movies. A long table , sit at the two opposites side silent. Not like she was so interested about it , it was the regular question to ask , to fill the conversation. David, her husband needed couple second for the question goes to his brain. His thoughts were lost in what he read earlier. How his day had been ? Instead of work and do what he was paying for , he was reading his wife intimate confession. He was digged into an addiction he wasn’t controlling anymore. The woman he was reading about wasn’t the woman he married. Wasn’t the person he married. Next thing he read what about his wife, getting fingered in the middle of a room filled of people. Him couldn’t hug her in public. She was getting tense and uncomfortable. David never realized in which  bad shipment his marriage was. They weren’t use to be like that. He clearly got stuck in habituation , focus on his job, on educate his son. But he never meet that Ahsha of the diary. Never.
“ It was fine , I hadn’t that much work” he answered. Now he was lying to Ahsha , things he didn’t do before. Even small liars. And the wife sense it. To the tone of his voice.
“ Something wrong ?” she asked him. It was the moment. If he wanted to let out what was in his chest it was the moment. If he wanted to be honest with his wife , it was right now. If he wanted to have answer to question he was having, he could speak out right now. But the baby phone had other plans. Upstair, Idriss sleep was being disturbed.
“ I got this ” David said .
He stand up and left the dinner room. For him it was just another occasion to read the next of the diary he was still hidding in his son’s nursery. He wasn’t proud about it but it was like watch a show and the new episode just came out. David just couldn’t stop reading. More he turned the page and more he felt like a strange feeling toward Ahsha and Derek.
..


Dear Diary ,
I have to but very close in some way. You will be surprise that all of my client aren’t just horny housewife, or neglectful young woman. The first category is mostly women who get stuck in the routine, settle in a comfort zone, the second one is simply a miss of experience with the male gender. You can be with a guy since high school or college sweetheart and yet know nothing about relationship since you just didn’t experience life. Or you can find the love of your life really young and never have to be with someone else. But those women doesn’t come to me. Anyway, my illicit work isn’t just about sex. And to be honest , those contract was kinda cool in some way. Romance have something really cool to fabric. I excuse you my actual meeting with Veronica but she is one of my biggest contract. I’m working for her since a year and a month. After figure out that Louis , her partner cheated on her , they decided to got back together and she needed me with the blame he made her. See , most of the time, women think that men who cheat are just monster, crushing their hearts with their hands and simply being disrespectful, liar . A betrayal is a betrayal , I won’t argue with that. But diabolize the cheater could be simply an easy way to see the issue. There is two kind of cheater , with many way of cheat of course. There is the man who cheat for sex , to satiate his impulse and urge, who can’t be with one single woman. And here is the man who cheat , to find what is missing in his couple. This is where often you find multiply type of cheat. Louis, Veronica’s man was one of them. Don’t get it wrong, personally , if you cheat on me , in any kind of way , you’re out , but you won’t. If I gave you enough chance to actually be with me , you won’t have any reason to cheat on me. But Louis…let’s say that nobody deserve to be cheated on but some men have better reasons to cheat than other
Veronica and Louis was the kind of couple who break stereotype and what people think a relationship was. People could simply call Veronica a cold , distant and not affectionate woman. She wasn’t the kind to love holding and hugs, cuddle during hours. She isn’t comfortable on going on a date , like spend some time on the beach or to the restaurant. Her communication was the only necessary. She wasn’t the kind to talk about her man all the time and she even confess me that be into a relationship , be in a couple wasn’t having the same importance for her than for most people. She was a really interesting client because Veronica was the kind of person who didn’t need a high level of love and by logical wasn’t giving a lot of hers. Yet… I never suspected her love for her man.It was just a low level of intensity. When she figured out Louis was cheating, she was devastated and came to me. Louis was the true example of this fact : even if men want to appears strong, with a pride. Not all of them were lovey dovey , sometime unable to express how they really feel , men were human being like anybody else , were having hearts like anybody else, wanted to be loved just like anybody else. The lack of investment, affection and passion of Veronica really affected the man , hurted him in some way. Men love to be value , just like women adorn this. So when she didn’t tell him she love him since more than months , or simply never initiate kiss , or sex. Man wanted to feel desire and wanted, just like women. All of this , Louis found it with his mistress and when they decided to give it another shot, it was only if Veronica is willing to make some major effort
I was following her steps and couple since a long period now and our last meeting was about something big, they were moving in back together. The Veronica of the past wouldn’t see it such a big event into this, but after passing months living apart, she acknowledge how much she loved living with him , sharing an house and some really intimate level of privacy with her man. She wanted to mark the occasion and throw something special. Something romantic. This is why I wrote the menu of their dinner they will have in a poem, brought a tone of rose , white , pink and red, enough to believe that the living room is an rose field. I made customized all kind of stuff, such as a bathrobe, towel , slippers, plaid with Louis name. It was a way to show him how much she was welcoming him in her apartment. Candles and champagne never fail. Communication was one of the thing who was missing. And something the best way to say I love you , it’s actually to say so. I wrote Veronica a little speech , that she could tell him between the meal and dessert to express how she felt about the cheating,  what she is being working on to be more affectionate, simple I gave her words for she tell him how she love him. All she will need to do is to learn every line of it and I’m sure Louis will be more than please. At least , if I lost Madison and this annoying Derek, I was having contract like Veronica and Louis.


Dear Diary ,
Did I love my high school years ? Love is a big word but I liked and enjoyed my experience in high school; i wasn’t looking for popularity, Stacy was the Queen Bees with her motherf*ckung clique of mean girl. Dating all the athlete and basically being the all cheerleader team. Did I hate my first time was in High school ? for sure , with German. We were having the same passion for the book since I was working at the library of the building and him too. Why , because it’s the only job in high school who is actually payed and no one come ask you shit. We were passing all of our time making out between the alley. But we all knew the basketball player, talented , intelligent. The dude who is making panties sweat after his crossing. Every girl wanted him and of course he only date the cheerleader. He wasn’t an asshole since he needed to be love by everyone. And the day he is caught up in his car , making out with the sensual not reveal girl playing chess and they suddenly become the HIT couple. Derek Roman must had been this kind of guy , and for the intellectual library girl I was , their path should never meet. Yet , this plague was glue to my sneakers like a bad chewing gum. I’m sure my boss could smell the scent of his man… I was behind my desk , minding my business, mentally working and thinking about Ellie case. And Derek Roman walked in the building. Apparently , he accepted to work for my boss , or let my boss hire him more precisely. I hadn’t heard from Derek Roman since Madison told me they broke up. But here he was… and my boss was already in front of the door
“ Mister Roman!!” he exclaimed, being well to friendly. He was nervous ? Was he that big deal ?! Seems to! Ridiculous. He was just a man… And of course his ego was feed You could just see it at his smirk. They shaked hands “ Ahsha….launch ?”
Really ?! I wasn’t Derek’s assistant . The two men looked at me like I was capable of just read their mind and figure out which kind of sushi they want.
“ Sure…” I whispered. I hated to be that….available. For the record , Mr Roman barely looked at me, which I was really don’t mind. Maybe we could just get out of each other lives from now. But I was an imbecile thinking it is possible. Anyway, I was having a request today and if I wanted to ask it was now or never. After he will probably lock himself in his office for the all afternoon. Doing…God know what. I internally laughed. Maybe my boss could be gay and how fun would it be if Derek Roman would be too. It was an inner joke that I kept for myself
“ Sir..” I started “ Can I leave my desk earlier today ? My car is at the garage and the only ride I had is for 5 pm ?” On my to do list….by me a car. Not a trash with four wheel who want to roll whenever she wanted. I needed a car. A real one.
“ It’s not arrange me ” confessed my boss , disappointed “ It make me uncomfortable because you’re such a good employee and never ask for anything but Mister Roman and I are going to take long hours working on this commercial and after this I was hoping you to give him a tour of the offices since he gonna be with us for a while”
What kind of fuckery! Does this individual will never get out of my life or what ?! Stay here for a while ? What does it mean exactely. Weeks ? Months ? What if Madison figure this out and come to make a scandal right there , in the hall because she is desperate of have her man back ?!
“ I can give Mrs Hayes a ride at the end of the day , of course ” he proposed. Himself, Derek. He was ready to send the police after me couple days before because he walked on me in his apartment and now he wanted to drive me home ? For the first time he actually looked at him and give me a ’ You gonna accept it because we need to figure out some stuff together ’ kind of look. He didn’t say it , not a word but I understand every second he looked at him like this. He knew that I knew that he knew and he wanted my version. What else could I say
“ Work for me ” I smiled. Did I mention that I don’t like this guy ?
I was boring as hell behind this desk. Doing nothing until they finished their meeting. When Mister finaly have the decency to remember I was staying after everybody to make him visit , he joined me in the hall. The building was as impressive it seems so it took us a good hour for I show him everything. I really sense he wasn’t giving a fuck because he was on his phone the all time. It’s crazy how someone you don’t know can annoy you. All I wanted was to go home and take a long bath. Marissa will probably want to go out and I wouldn’t mind have a cocktail at this bar. We finally went to his car…his car. See , that’s what I’m talking about when I’m saying I need a new car. The seat were so comfortable that I could have sex on it. Not with him….definitely not with Derek Roman but Georges. Who am I kidding, he couldn’t afford a bus ticket. I wouldn’t give him any compliment , that is for sure. But between you and me , his car his something else! He drive off, fast and methodically. Like he knew where he was going
“ You hadn’t ask me the address ” I said. After an long day at work , I still got up early and have a full day at my job, I wanted to relax now. The sun was slowly going down , bringing some smooth ambiance. But Derek took the next corner, after the red lights.
“ We’ll go to your place later ” he answered “ Did you really think you’ll get away with this that easily ?” Of course not! This man was a snake! and I was trapped. There was nothing I can do to avoid this conversation anymore. And it was the first time, since a while that a man command me. He parked in front of a place, luxurious of course , but it was looking like a lounge. I had no other choice that follow him inside. He went to a low couch and a small table. He sit and wait that I do the same. I didn’t know him that much I could tell he was wondering if I was about to turn away and run , yelling like a crazy . But I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Plus…it was an free drink. He better take the bill . Someone came to take our orders and disappears. He would have swear he was the kind to take an scotch or a whisky , hella expensive. Men with a good financial situation aren’t shy to show it. But to my surprise, he took a simple beer. For me , it will be a glass of red wine. Once our glasses in front of us , he still hadn’t say to me anything, waiting that I explicit something. You know what ? I had absolutely nothing to hide. It wasn’t to me to tell him the truth , but he already knew , more truths won’t hurt him
“ You’re a fool for have break up with her” I said , firmed and straight “ Madison really love you ” Madison , for being a big contract is the kind of client I’m the closest. She came to me desperate , hungry to know how to satisfy her man in order to just live their love story . Of course she wanted a ring but it wasn’t an obsession for her. She came to me for beautiful intention and I honestly didn’t understand why Derek Roman was so mad. Even less why he broke up 2 years of a relationship.
“ I don’t doubt about it ” he replied, with no emotion or even expression. Move on , sure he did!
“ So where is the problem ?” I saw that he took some time to think about his answer and he was good at prove me wrong. A second before I thought he didn’t care but now he was seriously going in his thoughts and feeling to answer
“ You seriously don’t see the problem ?” he spoke , looking at me. It felt really strange because I had a strange sensation that he was looking at me for the first time. He was about to start a tirad, he took some breath to do so and yet he hadn’t, he just stayed stucked looking at me in the eyes. We had an eyes contact, for long second, I could be tripping and I’m sure I was because his eyes smile in front of…my beauty ?!
“ If she need someone , to know how to act with me, it’s clear that it’s not meant to be. She shouldn’t force herself, she shouldn’t plan what is suppose to be impulsive. She shouldn’t pay you for instinct. I don’t doubt she love me but love doesn’t make a relationship”
“ But can’t she ask for help ? ” I fought back “ What do you think we women talk about during these girl night ? ” I didn’t invite the phenomenon. Women does talk about their men, the issue they have, their sex lives with their friends, female family number and even colleague sometime. What I do invite is to make money of it. And my advice are in the next level, going farther than anything your neighbor can advice you , this is why it’s a service that I’m being pay for. He leaned a little bit over me and surprisely my body stay right where it was , without move
“ But they don’t tell you how to suck my dick , or when to tell me you love me , or even buying you lingerie to seduce your man while you’re suppose to do it by your own! They don’t write sexto to your man or even book your romantic week end. All this time I wasn’t dating her, I was dating you !” Derek spitted and his anger made me jump on me. Not that I was scared or something like that but I would have never think he will feel that way. He sound betrayed. Like someone who just discovered that all the care , attention, affection from his woman he was getting was an illusion. But it wasn’t my business. Are people blame the flower man when a man buy some stupid flowers to apology ? Or the bakery where he buy chocolate cake ? I have never thought what it might be for my men client but men were most of the time clueless on what’s really going on. I wouldn’t get on this road with him. I barely know the guy. Maybe I knew a lot about Madison boyfriend but the man in front of me was now single and outside his relationship with my client , I don’t know him to have this kind of conversation. Plus he wasn’t a good company. I remembered what he said , about be with me and that…not in a millions years
“ You wasn’t with me ” I said “ Not in your best dream in fact. I was just…doing what I was paying for. I can be any woman for any man” I got that he said what he said as a manner of speak but if he develop any feeling for me , he needed to cut them off like now!
“ Damn right you’re not my girl ” he replied , almost laughing, almost serious “ Because my girl is not to any other man…”
I didn’t found anything to answer him. I was speechless, wondering what was the meaning of what he just said. Then I got it, he wasn’t willing to share. I have to give it to him , it was kinda hot. I wouldn’t want my man willing to share me .
“ Cool! Since we’re done…” I started , ready to stand and leave to his car. But Derek didn’t move. He just stay sit.
“ In fact ….we’re not! You need me and I have a solution to your upcoming problem ” He was really sure of himself and confident. Which was attractive. There is nothing best that a man who know what he is talking about, relax and comfortable around the other gender and Derek was completely. He wasn’t scared to invade my private space like put his arm on the back of the couch , near to me , drinking his beers. But I was worrying about his mental health because he was having some bad shit in his head
“ Upcoming problem ? I need you ?” I repeated , shocked. It was presumptious of him “ Did you knocked your head before your meeting. Where the hell do you see all this ?”
“ Madison told me how much she was paying you , 500$ per month, that is not nothing. And I guess she is not your only client. You must have a little fortune of your own. I have to admit it , you have a really good concept over here ”
Unbelievable! Wasn’t he making me some moral couple second before and now he was making me compliment. He wanted something…
“ You didn’t tell me which kind of problem you think I have ”
Because to me , I wasn’t having any kind of problem. I was doing fine to my opinion. I succeed to keep my official job , I was paying my bills at time, I was having a lot of fun with the nocturne Los Angeles, I was blossomed helping women to keep their men and still minding my business. In fact the only problem I was having was him. DEREK DAMN ROMAN. To who I needed to bring lunch , make visit the building. He was just everywhere in my life. The only location he wasn’t was in my bed! And that will never happen. So a man who didn’t give me birth , who doesn’t dress me, who doesn’t sign my check just have no purpose in my life. He wasn’t agree though.
“ Well…” Derek started “ Considering the secret of your activity , and how much money you’re doing out of it. This is illicit. You can go in jail for that ” In fact , he didn’t teach me anything. I knew that what I was doing wasn’t so legal. Since I was winning a certain amount of money and doesn’t declared it but it was far from being a drug baron , getting rich on people addiction or sell women bodies to satisfy the worst in men. I was happy to believe that it was having a lot more illicit and illegal activities in those streets than mine
“ Jail ?! ” I exclaimed , shocked. Was he really thinking that I’m a criminal ? Maybe a thief… But I steal no one , corrupted no one, ok maybe this one isn’t true since my client tend to be lot less virtuous , but it wasn’t a crime. In fact it was even offending. Couple minute ago I was a mean bitch , who betrayed men and now I deserve jail. He doesn’t even know me! “ I’m not a drug dealer or a prostitue! "As excited illicit and forbidden stuff were, I will never go that far
” You’re winning money without inform tax" he whispered , to not be heard. He got even closer to me but this time , I back away. I won’t lie , my feeling were hurted. Not that I care what he think of me , but I was still having an education, self respect and protection for others “ Your ass can just go in jail if anyone get interest in your finance so this is why I have something to propose to you. You need a cover. A declared organization. They can receive donation without have to explain where it come from and all the tax take is 10% of it. You will need an location of course but it’s as simple than that”
I was astonished! Did I find a male version of me ? Not that it was possible because I’m unique but shit! He went to the potential client for my boss, to the betrayed boyfriend to now a business man. I was suppose to know him from Madison and now , his ex seems to be the last of his worries. Then I got it, that man is a fucking shark! A business man and let’s be honest , sharks make the best of them. He didn’t care about Madison and their last break up. But I wasn’t my boss, matter of fact I’m my own boss. I won’t be these kind of small business owner, with a great concept and something who work leaving it from men like him
“ If I don’t have a location it’s precisely because I want to remain annonymous and they have no ways to reach me ” Control my meeting, which client was reaching me , how the payment was made were my choice and I didn’t want to change it. I don’t need to be bother anytime they feel the need to be desperate.
“ It still can work that way” Derek insisted, he was selling me his project , I could just see it through his body language “ Listen all we need is a small building, two floors, couple desk and unbearable coffee. We can limit the access with a card access. The mystery woman appears and disappearing from nowhere…yes that you will have to drop it”
“ How exactly do you help me in this ?” I fought back. He was starting with a ‘we’ while I ever told him we gonna collaborate. How was he going to collaborate anyway ? I’m the one who bring the material to the table , the one with the ideas and skills
“ Since you can’t justify your finance I will the major investor and buy the place, the furniture and all”
“ And what do you want in exchange?” He wasn’t doing it for charity or even goodness of heart. Men like him always want something and most of the time , it’s on your depends
“ 20% ” Derek declared I knew it!
“ What ?! ” I said “ Why should I give 10% to tax , and then paying you 20% while I’m having now 100% of my benefit”
“ Girl, you can have 100% of a cell ” he replied, smiling , triumph and even pleased by the situation. He was loving this too much “ Your ass will be in jail and I don’t think he will survive to this , as pretty your ass is"The perspective of me , among tone of women remind me Orange is the new black and not that I’m judging but I’m not eating of this bread!  Where the remark about my ass came from. It wasn’t a compliment though, he will never dare.
” Fine!“ I ceded ” What do I have to do “
Did I like the idea of working with him , definitely not. I rather sit behind a desk all day that face his fine ass but I did got a taste of the lavish life with my extra money and I don’t want to give it up. Plus , he was right ( never gonna admit it to him ) my ass was too bomb to go in prison
” Give me all your cash" Derek smiled
“ I know you was being delusional! ” I hysterically laughed . “ You lost your damn mind if you think I will give you everything I won since two years"And it was something. Close to 340 000$! Who ask for someone money , and not just a little loan but all they got while you don’t even know the person ? I took some time to think about it though. Neither he was the biggest fool of our time or a freaking genius
” Ok….“ he simply said. At the end of the day , it wasn’t his problem if I go to jail
” Fine! Can you drive me home now. My pretty ass want to take a long bubble bath"


“ David !! David ” called out again his collegue. The husband raise his head from the diary of his wife , to come back to the reality. How he got at work ? He doesn’t even remember. All he was having in mind was Ahsha in her world. But Timothy was here, at his door
“ You’re ready man ? The chinese are here ” he said .David couldn’t believe it. He took his head between his hands. The deal with the Chinese was worth millions. He worked on this since months. They were of course really busy and was having a trip in Los Angeles every year. If it wasn’t happening today and right now, they will lose it. But everything David prepare for the presentation was home, in his office. Why , because he was immensenly distract by the content of Ahsha life. How she was invading people life, and mostly their sexual life. How she was tricking men…
“ I don’t have the presentation” David confessed, disgusted by himself for have been so reckless. He was screwed and maybe about to lose his job if he doesn’t find something and fast
“ Say What ?!” yelled Timothy “ You didn’t! Man what the hell is wrong with you lately! You’re out of your shoes! You’re never here. You’re distract. And now you want our asses to be fired ?! Dramond told us that the annual vacation gift will be for us if we bring this contract ”
Competition always had been the best motivation. And every year , the big boss was offering to the two best of his employee vacation. The destination they wanted. The length they wanted. The amount of person they wanted. But David actually doesn’t care about vacation.
“ This is this diary ” David whispered. It was hard to admit but he was having an addiction.
“ Oh yeah… it clearly got you twisted! Whatever there is in there, you should get your shit together”
“ I know! I’m lying to my wife. I’m using my son” he started “ But I feel like she is falling for Derek” Timothy looked at David. Like in his marriage, David always had been this type of guy, serious as hell , doing things with precaution, following the rule. As boring his marriage was , his professional career was the same. Being so…unprepared and instinctive wasn’t David. He was just sounding like one of these housewives, having most of their days watching telenovela and gossip about it with their neighbors.
“ I wouldn’t give a fuck about who is Derek but since he just cost me my vacation please tell me….who the fuck is Derek!” He was so desirous of having someone else to talk about this , an adult , expect his son Idriss who couldn’t answer him that he didn’t catch the sarcasm in his colleague voice .
“ Derek is this guy ” started David “ Madison was one of Ahsha’s client. But when Ahsha was decorating their living room, Derek came back earlier for his business trip. He walked on Ahsha. Then Derek showed up at Ahsha’s work, like her real work and her boss is hiring Derek. So Ahsha needed to go be nice with him. And she started to google him , they went on a date. Derek broke up with Madison because he wasn’t feeling her needed Ahsha to keep their relationship. And now he proposed to Ahsha to work together. But I feel she is starting to feel something for Derek… the way she talked about him , the kind of exchange they have , the way they pretend to hate each….”
“MAN! ” screamed Timothy “ If you don’t get your shit together and find a solution for the Chinese we’re screwed! Get your white ass over here!”

Do I sense a little bit of attraction between Derek and Ahsha ?! Is it too late for David to stop reading ? Well Thank you for reading people , merci d’avoir lu 

Okay, I need to make this post because I’m grown enough to deal with the consequences of my actions.

Ya’ll probably didn’t see it (because I deleted it before anyone could reblog), but I made a post saying “Stop reblogging ____ post” because the URL had some slurs in it. Whenever I see URLs with slurs in them, I check that shit out, because I know people reclaim slurs used against them and things like that, so I went onto their blog with that possibility in mind. I saw some other sketchy things and decided to make the post that I did, taking what I saw at face value.

Well, my tone-deaf ass is horrible at telling the true intentions behind shit, and long story short, I jumped the gun and made a dumb post because I misunderstood (which was entirely my fault). Although I have some mental shit that impairs my ability to determine the meaning behind things at times, that is no excuse for me being a li'l bitch, and I accept responsibility for my mistake and admit that I was wrong.

With all that said, man, I’m sorry I did you like that, and if anyone gets on your ass because of me, direct them to this post/my blog and I’ll call them off. I was a dick and I’m sorry. And I’ll make sure to check myself and check myself again before doing something like that from now on.

Thank you to the anon that not only called me out, but did it politely. I’m sorry to you as well.

p-dots  asked:

I was wondering if you knew anything about the situation with Billy the Asian Elephant at the LA Zoo? I just received an email from the Zoo that a city council motion was filed to remove Billy from the zoo, and they're still trying to fight to keep him. A lot of people claim he appears stressed which is why there's been a big fight to get him moved. I don't really know a lot about elephants so I don't really know what side is best to take or what sources to take seriously (other than the Zoo).

I’ve been following the story of Billy pretty closely. I’m glad you asked - it’s the sort of thing I think is really important to talk about, because people need to understand what’s going on behind the nicely framed stories about animal activism you hear in the media, but I’m never sure how much of that sort of animal industry politics followers are interested in reading. 

The reason this specific instance is so important is because it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than ‘sanctuary vs zoo, which is better for the animals’. The decision to go after Billy - and only Billy, and only right now - looks to me like a really strategic political decision from the animal rights movement, and it falls in line with what I’ve been researching the history, evolution, and MO of the animal rights movement. As I’ve been learning more and more about how animal rights organizations and their partnered sanctuaries conquer and divide to achieve the change they want to see, a very specific pattern of action has started cropping up and this situation exemplifies how they’ve learned to use legislation, the legal system, and the good intentions of the general public to remove animals from zoos. This explanation is going to seem a little bit like jumping at shadows, but this method of petitioning cities to seize zoo animals as assets - and the really conveniently timed fallout that would result from their success - is textbook animal rights organization planning. 

So here’s what you need to know - if Billy is sent to a sanctuary, the LA Zoo would lose their AZA accreditation. They’d likely then be subject to the new wild animal performance law that’s got major support in LA right now, because only AZA institutions would likely have an automatic exemption. The combination of loss of accreditation, potential inability to do public education and outreach, and the ability of the AR groups to spin the situation as ‘AZA kicked them out for being abusive to their elephants’ would massively damage the viability of the zoo as an institution for the foreseeable future… at which point AR groups could easily petition the city to seize more animals from the collection and send them off to sanctuaries, because it’s now “well known” what a horrible institution the LA Zoo is. That would normalize the idea that animal rights organizations and city officials with no professional animal experience know more about animal welfare than the best zoological institutions in the country, and would set a scary precedent regarding what sorts of institutions the public will accept the animal rights organizations condemning and removing animals from. With that sort of potential fallout - and all of the pieces of the puzzle having been successful, individually, within the last decade or so in regards to other animal rights campaigns - this really is not about a single elephant at all. 


AZA has this one really important rule in their accreditation standards, and it boils down to: any zoo they accredit must be considered the experts and have final say over the care of their animals. If anyone external to a AZA accredited zoo overrules that zoo’s choice of care for their animals in any way, that zoo loses their AZA accreditation because they are no longer viewed as having ultimate control over the welfare of their charges. This is really important when it comes to elephants, as the Toronto Zoo lost their AZA accreditation over exactly this situation: animal rights activists caught wind of TZ’s plan to transfer their elephants to a facility in Florida where they’d live in a bigger herd, and petitioned the city council to send the elephants a the Performing Animals Welfare Sanctuary (the same one they want Billy to go to, which has a known history of uncontrolled tuberculosis infections on the property to this day). The Toronto Zoo is a municipal zoo - which means its animals were city property - and the city council chose to claim the elephants as assets, ignore the evidence of animals with active TB already living at the chosen facility, and then overruled the Toronto Zoo staff’s due diligence about what choice would provide the best welfare for their elephants and sent them away to PAWS. Having been overruled by the city council and having lost control of animals in their collection, the Toronto Zoo lost their AZA accreditation. (They later reapplied and were re-accredited). 

So, if the animal rights activists can convince the city council to claim Billy as an asset and remove him to PAWS, it would really damage the LA Zoo as an institution. Their credibility in the eyes of the public would be destroyed, they’d lose exemptions from federal legislation due to losing their AZA status; they’d be forced to pull out of multiple major SSPs (because only AZA institutions are allowed to house animals in the Green level programs, of which LA zoo has number); they’d likely lose grant funding. What’s more, the zoo would then be subject to the recent law banning the use of any exotic animal in “entertainment”in LA, because if has the same structure as similar legislation we’ve seen in other states, only AZA facilities get an exemption. If true, that would mean the zoo would no longer be able to do education and outreach programs with their animals (and this law was backed by PAWS, the organization that runs sanctuary they’re trying to send Billy to). 

There’s a very specific reason that this whole campaign centers on Billy, not all three elephants, which is part of what makes it so clear this is a campaign with an end goal of damaging the LA Zoo’s AZA accreditation. Billy’s two elderly companions, Jewel and Tina, would be far better candidates to be sent to a sanctuary if welfare is really the concern driving the advocacy. They’re rescues from a private owner who were massively underweight and had chronic medical conditions, and it’s not as important for them to stay within AZA’s management as other elephants because they’re too old to contribute to the Asian Elephant SSP. The LA zoo has previously been willing to send older elephants to the PAWS sanctuary without needing intervention from the city council (that story is discussed below), so why is this newer campaign ignoring the elderly females and bypassing the zoo entirely by going to the city council when their welfare would likely be more improved by that sort of move? Jewel and Tina don’t belong to the LA Zoo - they’re officially part of the San Diego Zoo collection and on loan to LA - which means the city council can’t claim them as assets and forcibly remove them. The only elephant at the LA zoo that the LA city council has the ability to control is Billy, and so it’s pretty clear this is about getting the city council to overrule the zoo’s choices in caring for their collection and not about which elephants would benefit most from leaving the zoo environment. 

This is an attempt by the animal rights industry to undermine the LA Zoo as an organization - that much is clear. Billy is just a convenient figurehead and an animal that the public will empathize with while being completely unaware of the the ulterior motives behind the advocacy effort. It comes at a delicate time, too, as the LA Zoo is currently in the process of developing a new master plan for the future of the facility. That’s a future that would be massively impacted by a loss of accreditation and all the potential fallout that would go along with it. 


So that’s the context to the Billy situation, and why people are fighting so hard on both sides of the issue. But what the public really cares about here isn’t the politics, it’s the animal welfare, so here’s a look at history and the welfare of the elephant at the center of all this furor. 

Billy at the LA Zoo. (Photo Credit: San Diego Blogs)

Billy is one of three elephants at the LA Zoo - he’s the youngest, at 32, and the only male. Billy is kept separated from his two elderly female companions, Jewel and Tina, because he’s young enough to still want to reproduce and would injure the elderly ladies if he tried to mount them. However, while the elephants are always separated by a barrier, the exhibit was designed with heavy-duty wire fences that meant the elephants could always be able to see, hear, and touch each other through it. The LA Zoo Asian elephant exhibit is one of the biggest elephant habitats in the United States at 6.5 acres (with almost four acres of yard space), and was opened in 2010 - the construction of a state-of-the-art habitat was part of the resolution from the first time animal rights activists demanded the elephants move to a PAWS sanctuary. 

In 2006, an elderly Asian elephant named Gita died at the LA Zoo. It’s not clear what led to her ending up in position she did, but she was found laying on her back legs with her front legs stretched in front of her. Nothing they did could entice her to stand back up, and she eventually died as her body weight crushed her own tissue and the toxins released during that process overloaded her kidneys. (While this sounds brutal, it’s worth keeping in mind that this is likely how many elderly large animals die if they lay down for the last time in a position that puts their weight on their own body). Animal rights activists had already been agitating for the LA Zoo’s elephants to be sent to a sanctuary, and they used Gita’s death as momentum to push for Billy and the other female housed there at the time, an african elephat named Ruby, to be transported to a sanctuary where it was claimed her welfare would be much higher than at the zoo. The LA Zoo eventually caved to public pressure and chose to send Ruby to PAWS (keeping their AZA accreditation by doing so voluntarily) where she was immediately housed with other animals without a proper quarantine period, exposed to animals who were TB positive and were not diagnosed until after death, and eventually died herself in 2011 from an unknown disease that looked suspiciously like TB (PAWS declined to send out samples for testing, despite what appeared to be physical symptoms observed during the necropsy). 

Gita at the LA zoo in 1999 in the old exhibit. ( Photo Credit: Al Seib / Los Angeles Times)

Billy remained at the LA Zoo after Ruby left, and the organization undertook a 42-million-dollar elephant exhibit renovation with the intention of bringing in another breeding male and a number of females as part of the Asian Elephant SSP. In 2007, local activists sued to halt construction of the exhibit with the goal of removing elephants from the LA zoo permanently and forcing Billy into a sanctuary - after a case that was drawn out for a number of years and repeatedly stalled exhibit construction, the judge assigned instead that the LA Zoo was allowed to continue exhibiting elephants but was required to exercise them frequently, make regular exhibit improvements such as tilling the soil, and banned the use of tools such as bullhooks and guides at the facility. When the new elephant exhibit opened in 2010, the LA zoo decided to put breeding plans for Billy on hold in order to house a pair of bonded female Asian elephants - Jewel and Tina - who had recently been removed from a private owner who had neglected their medical care. 

The three elephants share access to the large, heated elephant barn and have 24/7 access to five unique outdoor yards. Each yard has a substrate of soft sand that is tilled regularly to keep it from becoming compacted and hard - the shifting motion of the sand helps keeps the elephants in shape as they walk over it - and each yard has unique features like puzzle feeders, bathing pools and waterfalls. 

Browse and treats are placed at unique locations around all the yards each day, encouraging the elephants to explore their environment anew each morning. In addition, a comprehensive environmental enrichment program makes sure the elephants always have novel objects and stimuli to interact with and a daily training session (which the public is able to watch as a demonstration most days a week) keeps them mentally engaged by practicing foot care, grooming, practice for any veterinary behaviors that might be needed, as well as strength- and balance-focused exercises.

The AZA accreditation standards - which cover general animal policy in 34 pages, and use another 12 to cover animal interactions with the public or use in education programs - have dedicated 32 pages specifically to the regulations regarding elephant husbandry, training, nutrition, body condition, enrichment, and welfare assessments. As a large AZA-accredited zoo that frequently falls under the celebrity-studded, critical eye of the local populace, it’s inconceivable that Billy’s care (and that of Tina and Jewel) is not in accordance with these highly detailed requirements. 

Photos of the new LA Zoo elephant exhibit. (Photo credits: The Portico Group).

The LA Zoo’s elephant exhibit, finished in 2010, was designed by The Portico Group, a design firm founded in Seattle, WA in 1990. The Portico Group’s exhibit designs consistently awards every year within the industry for their incorporation of the newest animal welfare science and management technologies as well as educational and interpretive options. Their design for the LA Zoo is on par with the quality of the rest of their designs, and features a similar amount of yard space for the elephants as the design they created for the widely-praised Cheyenne Mountain Zoo’s Africa expansion that opened in 2013. 

Billy in his habitat at the LA Zoo. (Photo Credit: AP Photo/Richard Vogel)


One of the biggest reasons people express a concern for Billy is a head-bobbing behavior he’s been known to perform his entire tenure at the LA Zoo. The public is aware that repetitive behaviors (called stereotypies) can be signs of low quality welfare, and often worry that means that Billy isn’t being well taken care of at the zoo. However, one thing that isn’t commonly known about sterotypical behaviors is that once developed, they rarely go away once the animal is in a better welfare situation - which leads guests to often misunderstand an animal’s behavior as it relates to their current care. 

The LA Zoo has studied Billy’s head bobbing behavior over the years, and concluded that it appears to be an anticipatory behavior rather than one brought on by stress, as it mainly occurs when the elephant is awaiting the arrival of food, expecting a keeper interaction, or getting ready for movement into another area of his habitat. They also found that Billy had been noted to be displaying the head bobbing behavior when he came to the zoo at age 4 and that it was not something not something he developed during his life at the facility. 

Just because the behavior doesn’t mean that Billy has low welfare in his situation at the LA Zoo doesn’t mean the staff just want to leave him to bob and sway: to help decrease the amount of head-bobbing Billy does and engage him in a range of other behaviors, the keeper staff change their husbandry routine slightly each day and provide enrichment at different times in order to keep him investigating his environment instead of standing and waiting for regular occurrences. 


At the end of the day, Billy’s welfare does not appear to be the impetus pushing this current furor around “rescuing him” - he’s a convenient figurehead for what appears to be a well-coordinated attempt to undercut the LA Zoo’s credibility and accreditation status. 

But even though the actual welfare of the elephant is irrelevant to the organizations pushing this agenda, the general public is now very invested in understanding Billy’s welfare in regards to the outcome of this situation. 

The sanctuary animal rights activists are recommending Billy be sent to has multiple issues with basic elephant husbandry and medical treatment. PAWS was unable to evacuate their elephants in when threatened by a massive wildfire in 2015, due to their policy against doing even the most basic husbandry training with their animals that would have allowed them to be walked into a trailer or crated for transport. Instead, the animals were sheltered on site as the fire came within a few miles of the facility, putting them through massive amounts of stress and resulting in probable smoke inhalation. PAWS frequently take in animals that are reported as healthy upon transport, only to report having to euthanize them within a few years due to crippling chronic conditions. Most concerning is that PAWS appears to be plagued by frequent tuberculosis outbreaks among their elephants, potentially with multiple strains of the disease, despite their stated adherence to biosafety protocols -and that they have had at least one animal die while sick with active, contagious TB infections that were only discovered post-mortem. 

Billy is currently housed in a modern elephant habitat that was created in accordance with best practices for elephant management by outstanding architects - a remodel that was done specifically in response to the original welfare concerns about LA Zoo’s elephants in the late 2000′s. He has access to state-of-the-art veterinary medicine and is cared for by a dedicated team keepers who practice medical treatment behaviors, like foot care, with him daily to ensure that he can quickly receive treatment in a stress-free setting if it becomes necessary in the future. LA Zoo’s elephant keepers work hard to keep Billy active, mentally stimulated, and make sure he has plenty of positive social interactions with both the human and elephant members of his herd. 

If the goal of the general public is Billy’s welfare, he is far better off in a habitat designed for him to inhabit with the staff he has known for a better part of two decades than being sent across the country to a facility with massive red flags in their elephant management program just to fulfill a political movement’s agenda of damaging the facility that holds him. 


Citations under the cut. 

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T H E   T R U T H   - EXO’rDIUM Opening VCR

It is hard to know, what is true or what is false.
We all believe what we see with our eyes.
So people do not believe each other, fight each other, and hurt others.
But this is why we are so special.
However, we people, are sometimes very dangerous.
We care about each other, but we also hate one another.
When one’s truth collides with other’s truth, so many things gets destroyed.
Is that why?
This is the reason, why we have them.
From now on, I will tell you from when they existed, and where they are.
And the truth lies all around us.
The nine stories that I will tell you from now on, is the truth that people did not know.

(please click on the gifs for the story behind it)

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Mermaid moodboard : Mermaid + minimalism

In a war of waves, she was just another sailor lost at sea. - Eira S.

Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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Welcome to the deep end, kid

So, the time has come where I have decided to share my hidden Nashcon 2016 Cockles photo op with everyone.

Why did I wait so long? Because I told myself, as a silent promise to Jensen and Misha, I was going to wait one year from the day, before I share it, even though Misha said to share it initially. Haha. Anyway, it’s been four months past the year mark, and I have decided to finally unveil the photo, I know it might garnish some stuff from haters, and I might be called “disrespectful”, however I ask everyone to read below first, on how my situation went down with receiving the photo, and then cast your opinions.

 So, I am waiting in the photo op line nervous as all hell haha, I keep the front of the book hidden the entire time, just patiently and nervously waiting. The book I held in my hands was “The Threesome Handbook”, by Vicki Vantoch (For those who don’t know who she is, she’s the amazing woman married to Misha!!). I’ve had the idea in my mind for nearly a year on how funny it would be to take a photo of the three of us reading it, I could imagine Jensen’s “what the hell position is that?!” Face, I can imagine Misha’s mischevious intrigued face, and then I would just be there looking like a dork, haha, either way, it was a year’s idea in the making. So the time has come and here i am shaking with my book…When it is my turn…I walk up to them…I immediately went to Jensen first because above anyone else, I wanted to get his Blessing for the photo, I didn’t want him to do it if he was not comfortable with it, and I was perfectly fine if he would have declined…So, I’m right in front of Jensen and I say “I completely understand if you don’t want to do this but, if not, it’s okay, but can we do something with this?” I showed him the book Misha’s wife wrote “The Threesome Handbook”, and he was like “With this?” He replied with like a shocked laugh as he pointed at the book, I laughed a bit in embarrassment…Then at this moment Misha comes over to the two of us, he sees the book and giggles as he grabs it, Misha being amused at the sight of the book, all I could do is look on in embarrassment and nervously laugh. At this point however, Jensen’s handler came up right away and was like “ Nope. No. No.” And she snatched the book out of Misha’s hand. So he was like “Oh Well” with a shrug kinda look then I was like “Oh well”, I knew at that point it was the risk of asking, so I didn’t mind. So I turned to Misha and Jensen and was like “Hugs then?” So we did a hug picture. The bliss and awesomeness of being between those two, still sends shivers down my spine. Forgive the capital letters but this was the exciting part…after the picture I THEN HUGGED THEM BOTH AND SAID THANK YOU, THEN THE HANDLER GAVE THE BOOK BACK TO ME. I WAS READY TO WALK AWAY WHEN MISHA GRABBED MY HAND, PULLED ME CLOSE TO HIM AND TOLD THE PHOTOGRAPHER TO TAKE ANOTHER. SO MISHA HUGGED ME WHILE WE HELD THE BOOK AND JENSEN GAVE HIS LIKE “WHAT?!” FACE. I WAS IN SHOCK!!!! SO ALL I HAD ENOUGH REACTION TIME FOR WAS TO MAKE A DORKY LOOKING “Idk, worth a shot” SUGGESTIVE FACE.


It happened so quick…I was not expecting it at all…After the picture all I could do was happily give Misha another hug, and just mutter “Thank you thank Misha”, I gave Jensen one more quick one and kinda high tailed it out of the room shaking.

Now…I was absolutely happy, and just speechless, I had two ops, the op I wanted to do, and I spent more time with them. The thing is though…After some time…I felt bad…because I wasn’t sure if Jensen was upset…or kinda just disappointed, because I felt maybe he didn’t want to do it and it was forced, as much as I appreciate it…To confirm, I decided to apologise to him when I got my autograph…The stressful part of it all, was the timing…See…I had to wait for the pictures to print, I wanted to grab it right away because I know sometimes people take photos of other people’s pictures, and I didn’t want this to get out by someone else’s hand. The thing is Jensen was then signing autographs in the same time…So, I was pacing back and forth from the picture table and the autograph hall to see how the lines were, just as it seemed like autographs were almost over, as they called my row many minutes before, the pictures were put out. LUCKILY I received my picture and I was able to make the line for Jensen, photo hidden. So again I nervously wait in line, when I got to him in line, he recognized me and said “Hey you” and smiled, and of course I was like “Hi” *giggles* and then I said “Jensen I’m really sorry about the book photo op”. He smiled and was like “ah, it’s no problem at all” And I said “Okay I just wanted to make sure you know I didn’t mean anything bad by it” and he said “Don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly fine”. I apologized to his handler also and she said “ Its okay honey, I’m not mad about it” and they both said you have a good night and pretty much don’t worry. So *SIGH OF RELIEF*

Got my autograph and his Blessing!! However me being me, I wanted security…So…To Make sure…When I got my Misha autograph, I walk up to Misha with items in hand to get signed.


Misha: “Oh hey it’s you, how are you?”


Me: “I’m good thank you, how are you?”


Misha: “I’m good, I’m good, are you having fun?


Me: “Yeah, it’s been really great”


*Misha begins to sign my items*


Me: *Nervously* “Can I ask you a question?”


Misha: “Of course go ahead”


Me: “Was Jensen upset with the photo with the book?”


Misha: *smiles, then giggles* “Oh no, he wasn’t upset at all. He would have gone through with it if a certain handler didn’t snatch it away from us”


Me: “Are you sure? I really don’t want him to be upset, I just didn’t think it’d be bad”


Misha: “No, don’t worry about it at all, he wasn’t upset” *Misha hands back items*


Me: “Okay, thank you Misha, thank you. You have a great night” *I say while gathering my stuff*


Misha: “You’re welcome. You too” *Misha smiles*


*I turn to walk away when Misha says to me*


Misha: “Don’t give it a second thought”


I respond by just smiling and saying a relieved “Okay”, and then I turn and head out to the hall.

So…This is that photo, from my amazing Nashcon 2016 time…I hope those viewing, find the humor in it as much as I do…If you’re gonna share it, please just attach this story with it, so people know, that yes while some might find it tasteless, it was done with a calculated understanding of the actor’s feelings behind taking the photo and not without asking their personal consent for it first, the events that unfolded from it, were not expected and were out of my hands, just as well I finally want to thank Misha and Jensen and just as well, Jared!! (Though they may not ever read this haha) for everything they’re do for the fans, it was a great time and is now a hell of a story I can add to my life of events. Everyone else…enjoy. :)


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