i let people treat me like shit

If you sincerely think someone benefits in any way from pretending to be trans, I just gotta let you in on a little secret

Society treats trans people like complete shit. Starting from your own family, to strangers on the fucking street. We face discrimination constantly. No one would ever benefit from pretending to be trans.

Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song. 

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

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Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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Becky Sue

This is a bit of a rant, sorry for any gratuitous swearing.

I know there’s the term ‘Mary Sue’, but I feel like there should be a ‘Becky Sue’, because both in fiction and life, white women are made out to always be the one who is right, the one who needs protecting, etc. There’s white privilege, and I feel that when a white woman against a PoC is involved, the privilege is taken to an even higher level because white women are always seen as the innocent ones.

I feel that the worst kind of Becky Sue in fandom and fiction are the ones that write stories where PoC only exist to fucking bow down to them and be there only to accomplish whatever goal they have. Like a PoC man sees a white woman at the beginning of a fic and is like–

 'Omg, it’s a white woman and she’s the prettiest most precious woman I’ve ever seen and I know absolutely nothing about her, but this is love at first sight and I’m going to marry her as soon as possible. Nothing else matters. Not my family or my identity, nothing. I’m just here to please/worship the ground of Becky Sue.’

It’s fucking nauseating. Then they have the Becky Sue writers who make their Becky Sue characters complete disgusting bitches to PoC, and when they get called out for it, they’ll be like: 'Oh em gee, you’re misguided, you’re a drama queen. Like, just don’t read my story and let me have my fantasy of shitting all over PoC in peace.’

And then there’s the Becky Sue writers who write kind, intelligent PoC out-of-character (because if there’s a kind PoC character, white people have to knock them down a few pegs though shitty writing, jokes, or white-washing) then when this is pointed out they’ll be like, 'Omg, not everyone sees everything the way you do. I don’t care about the source material, I just want to treat PoC like trash.’

Then, there’s the Becky Sues that will make up excuses for their racism and microaggressions with fake (or real) excuses like: 'Oh em gee. I have depression let me write whatever I want.’ Or, 'Oh em gee. I have Stigmata and a hang nail so you can’t criticize me.’ Or, when all else fails, just resort to name calling and flipping the situation around (white women’s favorite tactic) to where they say the big bad PoC is being a 'troll’ or 'mean’, or a dick, asshole, etc. And they’re the victim of harassment.

Or, another Becky Sue will come along and be like, 'Omg, your Becky Sue character and her shitty treatment of PoC is the best thing I’ve ever read! This is better than any novel I’ve ever read! You’re the greatest writer ever! Like, your Becky Sue is SOOO down to earth!’

Or, they’ll be like: 'Oh em gee, pointing out my racism is a personal attack. Becky Sues unite! Take down the big bad PoC!’

Just because you have depression or whatever, that doesn’t give you the right to be a fucking racist, and to treat PoC characters like trash. It doesn’t exempt you from being called out or criticized either. If you can’t write (or draw) PoC without being gross, racist garbage. STOP - FUCKING - WRITING - ABOUT THEM, if you’re that fragile to criticism. (I guess white women compare themselves to porcelain because they’re fragile and crack at the tiniest thing–I guess their evil ways is also one thing that makes their looks crack at an earlier age too. *pettyTM*)

I think that white people who are adamant about writing PoC like that are TRYING to antagonize PoC. And may karma just kick them in the fucking ass, please.

Plenty of PoC deal with both depression and OPPRESSION on a daily basis. And do most white people care? Here’s a tiny hint…HELL, FUCKING, NO.

Representation and the things you write do have an effect on others. Don’t try to make excuses or pretend that it doesn’t. 

Can PoC writer’s/fanfic writers and artist start tagging their work as 'PoC writer’, 'PoC artist’? Or 'Black writer,’ etc., etc.

I’m so drained of navigating through klandom’s filth, and having to handle white people (many who claim to be “progressive”) with kid gloves for every little thing because they can’t take discussions about anything that isn’t about glorifying everything they do, or anything that takes the focus off their white world.

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I’ve been thinking about starting some rec lists of fanfic writers of color maybe we could do that?

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let me say another thing! cause arguing with those type of antivaxxers telling them “autism isn’t brain damage” typically doesn’t fucking work cause guess what? they are completely convinced that autism is brain injury. and that ADHD is brain injury. and that dyslexia is brain injury. and every type of neurological disability is a brain injury. and you’ve gotta be aware that isn’t just ableism towards disabilities like autism and ADHD and dyslexia that allows them to say that in that way, right? that is pervasive cross-disability ableism. that is ableism towards people with brain injuries, too. cause it doesn’t matter what the specifics of a diagnosis or cause of a neurological difference is.

society calls brain injuries “brain damage” (and the brain injury community generally hates it) for a reason - because society thinks any kind of neurological difference is inherently a damage. that it makes someone less whole, less real, less of a person. that’s why autism/add/dyslexia/everything can get lumped in together in an antivaxxers mind as “brain damage” - not because they actually understand or care what a brain injury is but because “brain damage” has always been a convenient way to demean and insult people with neurological differences as less than and ruined. why do you think you see people make jokes when someone is acting out of the ordinary in any sort of way - that could be due to nothing or any neurological difference or mental disability - a common joke/insult is to say “what, do you have brain damage?” (or something that alludes to it, like “did your parents drop you on your head?”) 

it’s because “brain damage” isn’t “brain damage” (a brain injury) - it’s one single phrase nicely wrapped up and used to completely unperson an individual who has any sort of neurological difference. oh, you’re damaged, in the brain.

and this shit throws people with brain injuries under the bus right along with every autistic person, every person with a developmental disability, or a learning disability, or a psychiatric disability. and you need to be defending us, too.

(yes, I’m autistic and I’ve had a brain injury later in life. and let me tell you what - I was treated like shit when my parents were told I was “damaged” and as soon as they found out I was also “just autistic” they started to treat me a lot better. and that is bullshit and not okay.)

we have got to do better with our cross-disability advocacy, guys.

jimin; sidewalk sugar (M)

you met your sugar daddy on the sidewalk? - jeon jungkook, 2k16
►9942 words // scenario, sugardaddy!jimin, rated m for very obvious reasons
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There are days where you love life to the end of time. Everything seemed to be a domino effect of pleasant things going your way; planned itinerary finishing on time, unexpected good news, maybe even a raise in your salary but that’s highly doubtful but a person can hope, no? It’s all the possible good emotions bottled up into a day, the span of twenty-four hours oozing with nothing but smiles and giggles. Those days are what you aim for the most, or at least, try.

Today was not one of those days.

Today was really not one of those fucking days.

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alonewriterly  asked:

Hey there I'm new and I love to see proud Hufflepuffs like you. I am personally a Ravenclaw and my sister is a Hufflepuff and she's really upset she got it as her house. I was wondering if you could help me show her how great of a house it is 'cause she won't listen to me. Thanks ^.^


Aw no! I hate when this happens to Hufflepuffs :(

I am so proud to be a Hufflepuff because we are loyal and compassionate, and that shows that Hufflepuffs are strong as hell! We are fierce when we need to be, but we can also be gentle and understanding. I think being compassionate makes us more open to other people, no matter what society tells us we should think about them. 

Of course, when people see our compassionate side, they give us a lot of shit. People have treated me like their servant because my nice side, but I was able to get through it unscathed. The reason? I understand where those people come from. I understand that something might be going on in their lives that they need to take out on me because it was easier to do it on me. But also, my loyalty stretches from loyalty to others all the way to loyalty to myself. I don’t let myself get pushed around just because I’m nice. It’s a great balance to have.

Also, we have Cedric, Tonks, AND Newt on our side! All three of them are as fierce as people come, but also have a side to them that other people may see and not understand. Take Newt, for example. He loves and understands beasts, but other people don’t understand why. THAT’S ANOTHER POINT! Hufflepuffs are able to see the good side to other people that others can’t see!

All Hufflepuffs out there feeling like you are less important to the world than others, remember that you are the best kind of person! Hufflepuffs are amazing!

Oh, and just some quick things:


Nalu Oneshot

Hey!  Okay so this is a little one shot that I just decided to write??  Idk, if you’ll like it, but let me know!  I haven’t written ANY NaLu in so long sooo here you go!

Rate T for language~

Natsu scoffed as he saw the hulking form, that Lucy called her ex boyfriend, step through her apartment’s front door.  He couldn’t believe that she had invited him to her party, he thought that they were over.  He treated her like shit and she knew it, yet she always managed to get back with him.  Natsu knew that they weren’t together at the moment, yet Lucy greeted him with a smile and he returned it with an apologetic smirk that Natsu knew wouldn’t last.  Needless to say, Natsu was steaming in his own skin.  Lucy had thrown a party for no reason other than it was summer break and they were off from college.  Natsu was not one to object to a party from time to time, especially if it was his best friend’s.  He sipped whatever nasty tasting liquor that Gray had brought back for him, and glared at the back of the beast’s head.  He didn’t even remember his name, so he was just going to call him dickhead.

“What does she even see in him?”  Natsu grumbled and Gray sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t get it either man, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”  Gray pointed out and Natsu huffed.  Gray was no help.

“I just don’t get it.  He treats her like she’s fucking garbage and then goes crawling back to him.  What a freakin’ concept.”  Natsu swilled down the rest of the drink in his red plastic cup and rolled his eyes.  “Where’d you get this?”  Natsu gestured to his empty cup and Gray pointed over to Lucy’s table that held a punch bowl.  That table was where he’d prop his feet up on lazy Sunday’s and he and Lucy would watch reruns of cartoons from when they were little.  Natsu mumbled out a ‘thanks’ and shuffled his way over to the bowl, picking up the ladle, and pouring more of the red liquid into his cup.  He might as well have a good time if he was going to be stuck in the shadow of dickhead. Natsu made his way back over to Gray who was looking off into space.  Albeit, Natsu was surprised that Juvia, one of there friends who was in absolute love with Gray, wasn’t clinging to his arm, but he felt relieved. He couldn’t be around that right now.

“Hey, at least we don’t need to worry about school shit for now.  Plus we’re seniors next year and then we can graduate and get out of this town.”  Gray chugged the rest of his own drink and sighed in content.

“I don’t know, I guess.  I mean that’s great, but I wanna know what Luce is thinking of doing.”  Natsu pondered and Gray tutted in disapproval.

“Look Natsu, you know I love Lucy as a friend, no, a sister, but you need to quite wasting your time!  It’s just not gonna happen.  I say, leave your options open.”  Natsu glared at his friend, his blood beginning to boil.  Gray always managed to get under his skin, but he knew he was right.  But mixing alcohol and Natsu’s short temper was never a good idea.

“Fuck you, Gray, you don’t know shit.  Besides, it’s not like I like her or anything, she’s my best friend.  I want what’s best for her.”  Natsu retorted and Gray rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Whatever you say.”  Natsu couldn’t stand looking at Gray’s ugly mug much longer, so he gulped down the rest of the punch, wincing at the poorly mixed drink, and stumbled slightly over to Lucy. 

“Hey, Lu~cy!”  Natsu greeted her, his speech beginning to slur slightly. Dickhead was standing next to her and looked bothered by his intrusion, but Natsu didn’t care.

“Hey, Natsu!  Did you find the punch?”  She giggled, her hair falling slightly in front of her eyes.  

“I may have.  But Gray was the one who gave it to me first.”  Natsu pouted and Lucy giggled again, her eyes reflecting the fairy lights that she had decorated her apartment with.  Her laugh was contagious and Natsu found himself laughing as well.

“You remember Jared, right?”  Lucy motioned towards the angry looking boulder next to her.

“Oh yeah, uh, hey dick- I-I mean, Jared.  What’s up man?”  Natsu stifled a giggle for almost calling the guy dickhead for real.

“Yeah, whatever.”  Dickhead replied and Lucy’s brow creased.  That was why Natsu didn’t like the prick, he made Lucy upset.

“Don’t be rude.”  Lucy muttered shortly, but he just rolled his eyes.

“Hey, why don’t you take your scrawny ass back over to that friend of yours?”  Dickhead suggested with a laugh and Natsu swallowed hard.  He didn’t want to make a scene for Lucy’s sake, but he really wanted to punch the guy square in the face.

“Why don’t you go sit in a pile of rocks, you’d fit right in as big and brainless.”  Natsu shot back smirking.  Lucy looked worriedly at the pair of them.

“Guys, stop-”  Lucy began to protest but dickhead cut her off.

“No no, I’ve got this.  I think I’ve gotta smash your face in.”

“Like you could keep up.”  Natsu scoffed and it only made him even more mad. He noticed Lucy’s eyes glistening slightly and she turned away from them and ran towards Levy and Gajeel.  “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is I don’t like you hanging around Lucy and I think you’re a little shit.”  Dickhead replied, his face in a permanent scowl.  Natsu had forgotten his name again.  The room was spinning slightly, the drinks had started to get to him.

“She’s my best friend.  You’re just some asshole she dated.  Why are you even here?”

“Because Lucy wants me here.”  He smiled horribly and Natsu’s heart sank a bit.  “She wants to get back together.”

“You’re lying.”  Natsu muttered and the guy just laughed.  Natsu felt like he was losing some steam, but he knew at the very least he could outrun the bastard.

“Why don’t you take your dumb scarf wearing ass and find your special friend and get out of here.  And by the way you little shit, Lucy’ll never be yours.”  Dickhead laughed loudly.  “I’ll be tapping that fine ass all night.”  Natsu’s hand balled into a fist and pulled it back, ready to swing.

“Natsu!”  Lucy shouted, tears stained her cheeks a bit and Levy stood behind her frowning.  “Don’t.”

“But-!”  Natsu protested, and dickhead made himself look as innocent as possible.  “I’m outta here.  See ya Luce.”  Natsu growled leaving a distraught looking Lucy.  Natsu flung open the door to Lucy’s apartment, an odd occurence since he usually came through her window.  They hadn’t hung out much when she was dating the piece of shit that he left in there with her and Natsu knew that, if they were dating again, he would see even less of her.

“Fuck, Gray’s right…  Damn…”  Natsu slumped against the brick wall of the complex.  Natsu heard a door open and footsteps set down the stairs towards where he was.  “Gray, I don’t wanna-”  Natsu stopped when he saw who it was.  “Oh.”

“Hey…”  Lucy’s sweet voice filled Natsu’s ears.  Her face was that of concern and her arms hugged her small frame.  Even though it was going to be summer, she was wearing far too little clothing to be warm against the chilly night air.

“’Sup.” Natsu mumbled, turning his face away from her.  He knew that if he looked at her, he would crumble under her brown gaze.  “Sorry for ruining your party.  But what can you expect, it is me after all.”  Natsu flashed her a halfhearted smile.  When he finally looked up at her, he saw that tears were flowing silently down her face.  “H-hey!  Why are you crying?  I-it’s my fault!”  Natsu stammered.  He never knew what to do when Lucy was crying, he usually just would scoop her into a hug until she stopped a bit.  So, that’s what he did.  He wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest relentlessly.  Natsu knew she had drank a little bit too much herself; Natsu did his best to focus, but that damn punch Gray had gotten him was really fucking him up.

“N-Natsu, I-I’m s-sorry.”  Lucy choked out and Natsu looked at her as if she had sprouted two heads.

“What?  Why are you sorry, Luce?”

“B-because I invited J-Jared.  I thought h-he’d be different today.  I-I don’t know why.”  Lucy explained and Natsu swallowed thickly.

“I thought you guys were gettin’ back together.  That’s what he said.  So, I can’t really blame ya for inviting your boyfriend to your own party.”  Natsu’s voice stuck on boyfriend.  He felt it was almost sacrilegious to even call him that.

“What?  We’re not, I just was being nice.”  Lucy looked at him in confusion and sighed.  “He always does this…  He treats people like shit.  He never liked you and I don’t know why…  Maybe because we’re so close.  Oh!  Sorry, I didn’t want you to know that he didn’t like you…”  Natsu laughed lightly and rubbed the back of Lucy’s head comfortingly.

“I pretty much got that he didn’t like me.  But I can’t believe that bastard tried to tell me you two were getting back together.”  Natsu practically growled and Lucy let a few more tears slip.

“Y-you probably don’t want to h-hear this, I’m sorry.”  Lucy cried out and pushed herself away from Natsu’s chest.  Natsu immediately missed her warmth.  “I-it’s my fault, but I’ve been drinking, and I know I’m a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, Luce.”  Natsu slurred a bit, but he was sincere.  If anything, Natsu thought that she looked beautiful out in the moonlight.  “You deserve so much better than that dickhead.”  Lucy lifted her head up to meet his gaze, and Natsu was startled by the intensity in her stare.


“Of course.”  Natsu was perplexed.  “You’re my best friend Lucy…  I wan’t you to be happy.”  Lucy tiptoed herself closer to Natsu, and he felt himself getting hot under her gaze and their proximity.

“Thank you, Natsu.  You’re always so good to me.”

“I-I care about you a lot…”  Natsu softened his voice as he looked down at her.  She swayed slightly as she placed her hands on his signature scarf he had gotten from his father.  “A-ah, Lucy?  H-how much have you had to drink?”  Natsu stammered as she pulled slightly down towards her.

“U-um, not too much…  Not enough to forget what I really want.”  Lucy whispered and Natsu practically audibly gulped.

“L-Luce, i-is this what you want?  Y-you know, this is me?  Natsu, Natsu Dragneel?”  Natsu felt ridiculous.

“I know who you are.  You are my best friend and you are amazing.  And I may like you a little bit more than normal.”  Lucy giggled and Natsu’s breath caught in his throat. 

“I d-don’t know-”  Natsu was cut off by Lucy pulling his face down to hers.  She kissed him fervently and impatiently, their saliva mixing.  Natsu squeezed his eyes shut and pulled her closer to his body, allowing a small sigh escape his throat.  Lucy’s fingers played with his scarf, and then were in his hair, pulling him down to deepen their kiss.  Regretfully, Natsu pulled away quickly.  Lucy slowly opened her eyes, her breathing heavy.  Natsu’s own breathing was ragged, and he had to shake his head slightly because he was more than a little excited.


“L-Lucy, I dunno i-if you want this.”  Natsu managed to croak out and Lucy frowned.

“Natsu, you don’t know how special you are.  And you also don’t get to tell me what I want and don’t want.”  Lucy crossed her arms defiantly.  “You’re my best friend and I’m stupid because I invited that asshole.”  Natsu just stared at her silently absorbing what she was saying.  “He’s not part of my life anymore, but you always will be.”

“I love you, Lucy.” Natsu found himself blurting out and instantly felt a raging blush spread across his cheeks.  Lucy looked taken aback for a moment and then broke out into a wide smile.  She hugged Natsu tightly and he wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Thank you Natsu.”  Lucy whispered into his shirt.  “I love you too.  As a friend and something a bit more, I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay.”  Natsu chuckled into her hair.

“Hey, you think you could take Gray home though?  I think he drank a little too much and before I came out here he was stripping and actually trying to find Juvia.”

“Wow…  Yeah, wow.  That’s…  That’s just…  Yeah, I’ll go get the bastard.” Natsu let out a boisterous laugh that mixed with Lucy’s peels of laughter.  Natsu wasn’t sure what had happened between them fully, but he was going to take one thing at a time.  The first thing he was going to take care of the perverted stripper that was in Lucy’s living room.

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them

Day 64

When I cut someone out of my life, it’s often for good reason. It’s rarely because I simply grew bored of their company. Sometimes it’s for principal, so if they tried to treat me like shit. Then I’d leave. Or if they had become too much of a liability.

When I leave someone, I don’t feel empty like people suspect. Due to how my dad contributed to a lot of my abandonment issues, I don’t like to needlessly inflict abandonment on other people. Especially the ones I like. So when I cut out someone I like, who potentially needed me, I feel… not necessarily guilty, but as though they deserved better. It’s like a feeling hat I’ve let them down, and I hope they’re doing okay. I don’t feel guilty or sad about losing them, just that I’ve not been good to them.

I suppose that shows that whilst I can’t empathise with others, I can still value aspects of her and identify that a good person shouldn’t come into contact with me.

It’s actually really hard for me to believe that it was Freeforms decision not to show Magnus & Alec having sex or even like an aftermath scene. I fully believe that this was a decision made by the writers and showrunners for some wild fucking reason. Because I think of The Fosters and Stef & Lena, one of the healthiest lgbtq+ relationships on TV in my opinion and they have “hot” scenes all the time. It doesn’t feel like this was the network, it feels like this was 100% the showrunners and writers and that might make it even worse that people in charge of our show and characters didn’t make it as special a moment as it couldve and shouldve been. I’ve stayed mute for the most part on this topic just waiting for some sense to be made of it all but I don’t think we’re getting that. From season 1, this show has made every Malec moment so big. Like when they first met &  they’re first kiss that was such a big fucking deal, and they’re first date was also a big deal. Why they decided to do their “first time” the way they did is something I don’t understand and honestly don’t think I ever will. I understand my fellow lgbtq+ fans pain because I feel it too, it kind of was like a slap in the face to FLAUNT a heterosexual couple having sex, they didnt just show it they fucking showcased it like it was a main fucking couple in the same episode they would only say that Magnus and Alec have sex and in the most sketchy way possible. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dissapointed and didn’t feel a little bit betrayed as an lgbtq+ fan. After everything this couple and us fans have done for this show, they’re the reason it’s still standing and that’s just the honest truth. But, there’s no going back now, they can’t rewrite it. But, I hope with all my heart they are thinking of a way to make it up to fans because honestly this is gonna be a tough hole to dig themselves out of. They need to know that a good portion of the fans who watch this show and root for this couple are lgbtq+ and do care whole heartedly about these characters. We are the most loyal fans and will ride or die for our positive rep but when we get shit like that, that was unfair, that wasn’t equal man. Magnus & Alec deserved better then that. I can’t believe that’s how we’ll remember their “first time” after everything else. Anyways, this will probably be the last I talk about this I try my best to keep this space as positive as possible but I did say I’d let ya’ll know how I felt afer episode 8 and this is it. Not even mad anymore, it wore off, I’m just dissapointed in a show that I have stood up for and has done so well portraying these beautiful characters and story to turn around and do some not so slick shit like that it’s just very very dissapointing. But let me sit back and see what they take from this if anything at all. I love Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood and they mean so much to me and a lot of people and I will fight for them to be treated fairly and honestly. 

A prof made us watch Behind the Mask recently and alll I could think was “this has to be Jonathan Crane’s all time favourite movie”, because let me explain:

  • it’s a horror/slasher movie that lampshades/explains the genre from the killers point of view
  • Leslie (the killer) describes how important fear is and stresses that scaring the shit out of people is an art form
  • they show the many preparations that go into creating a horror set-up
  • scaring&killing people is treated like a legit kind of career
  • despite the satire it manages to take a sharp turn and transform into an actual horror film towards the end and it’s just overall entertaining
  • it’s pretty sophisticated for a horror movie

Jon would totaly appreciate people acknowledging how much effort it takes to be a Master of Fear, also I love to imagine him having a movie night with Edward and just commenting on and adding to everything in the movie. Edward just tries really hard not to squirm.


  • There’s a retired married serial killer couple in there and they are kinda adorable

anonymous asked:

Can people commenting on stories submitted to this blog please stop describing every shitty manager as abusive holy fuck. Showing favouritism isn't abuse. Physically or verbally attacking someone is but favouritism is not. Please stop throwing the word abuse around it stops people taking a real issue seriously when its misapplied like this!! (Mods, this is totally not your fault, I know you have no control over what people comment on submissions/asks)

Let me set up a scenario for you. I’m a mom of three kids. Let’s say I just suddenly start favoring one of my children, kind of paying attention to one, and completely treating one like shit. You don’t think that’s abusive? Sure, it may be different when it’s a family situation, but in a work place environment the power of a manager is pretty similar to that of a parent. “Do what you’re told”. “Listen to the adults”. It’s pretty much the same as obeying a manager. They’re the “adult”. So what happens when that adult with power over you suddenly starts treating you like shit no matter what you do? It’s an analogy, yes, and perhaps a bit of a reach, but I do hope that it can convey that favoritism is definitely abuse. I don’t mean to downplay child abuse by any means, it’s just the closest thing I could think of on a personal level to how it feels to be treated like less than dirt at work. Abuse takes many forms and is not limited to certain situations or people. -Abby

I just had to straight up turn a guy down for the first time in my life and it was such a conflicting experience. like as a girl who isn’t conventionally beautiful I don’t get a lot of attention from guys, I feel like I should appreciate anything that comes my way so I let some people treat me like shit because I’m lucky to have the attention and it just fucks me up so. much. And this guy was being nice but he was being way too nice that it was making me super uncomfortable and I almost just went along with it because I hate the look some people give when I say I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t hate being alone at 18 years old, I’m not looking for a relationship. I hate the way society looks at me for being alone at 18. this guy was giving me the attention that I should want but I don’t. so I worded the text so very carefully because he was a nice guy but who’s to say he would stay a nice guy? tldr I hate 99.999999% of guys

The whole James Roberts/Megatron controversy is wayyy overblown and people are treating James Roberts like he’s writing Megatron as if he never did anything wrong but let’s not forget the following points:

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So I'm thinkin 3, 4, 40, 49 with bi!Tj 😘

3. “Don’t you know how happy you make me?” 4. “I want you to look at me the way you look at him.” 40. “We were meant for each other.” 49. “It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?”

It was always strange, how close you were with your best friend… every guy you dated seemed to think so, too. Tj was nearly always attached to your hip, and always overly affectionate. You knew that he considered himself to be bisexual, but also knew that he preferred men to women.. that’s why you never mentioned your feelings to him. Why you never told him how much you really loved him.

It should have been obvious, though.. with the way you always ran to him to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

You heard Tj enter your apartment before you saw him. You were currently curled up on your couch in a blanket cocoon, sniffling every few moments while you watched The Fault In Our Stars. You heard the sound of him setting his keys and a bag down on the counter before he came over to the couch, crawling over and settling in behind you. “Hey, babe..” He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

Just that one little act of affection had tears overflowing from your eyes again, as you turned and buried your face in his neck. “Shhh.. I’ve got you.. it’s okay, I’m here.” He cooed, rubbing his hand up and down your back slowly. “You wanna talk about it..?” He asked after a few moments, once your sobs had become more quiet.

“He cheated on me.. Josh fucking cheated on me.” You whimpered, feeling his body tense at your words. “I-I should’ve known something was up.. we haven’t had sex in six months.. I.. I guess I’m just too naive..” You continued, gripping onto TJ’s shirt tightly. “Wait..” he said after a few quiet seconds. “It’s been how long since you’ve had sex?” He asked, pulling back from you so he could look at your face.

You shrugged pathetically, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I guess I’m just a really bad girlfriend, Teej.. I.. I can’t make anyone happy.” You told him, your lip trembling afterwards. He let out a slow sigh, cradling your cheek in his hand as he peppered kisses to your forehead. “Don’t you know how happy you make me?” He whispered, his breath fanning over your face and calming you down, considerably. “That’s different, Teej.. you’re different.” You told him, but he simply shook his head.

“You really think so..? You think that what we have.. what we feel.. is so different from what you had with Josh? Or Rich?” He wondered, tucking your hair behind your ear. Your heart fluttered as you considered what he meant by that. Was he admitting to having real feelings for you?

“Teej, I.. I don’t understand.” You breathed, meeting his eyes nervously. He smiled shyly, wetting his lips before he spoke again. “I want you to look at me the way you look at him.

You were taken back by his confession, searching his face for any sign that he might be joking. When you didn’t respond right away, he continued. “Babe.. we’ve been playing this game for far too long.. Always being with people who end up treating us like shit.. and then you know where we end up..?” He paused, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “Right here, in each other’s arms..”

He stopped talking again, letting out another sigh as he held you tighter to him. “Ive been thinking a lot, lately, and.. maybe we were meant for each other.” He said softly, biting into his lip nervously as he waited for your response.

“I..” You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t get more than a word out. He smiled at your shocked silence, moving his hand so that he could run his thumb across your lower lip slowly. “I’m gonna kiss you, now.” He whispered breathlessly, not even waiting for another response before his lips met yours in a featherlight embrace.

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Originally posted by painfulblisss

I hate fatphobes so fucking much

Hi yes so today’s fatphobe is @claudiamc22 who said in reference to my post

“Okay but Dru isn’t even overweight she is 

S O F T and C U R V Y

but is outed as fat because she is different even though she is strong and trains just as hard even if she is not all hard muscle. All she wants is to be treated equally and with respect.”

Now its people like you my dearest Claudia that fuel me to fight fatphobia, and if you aren’t Claudia and you look at Claudia’s blog you will see other fatphobic shit that im not gonna let fucking slide on my watch.

Now let’s start with a post Claudia made saying that if you looked at pages 438 - 440 in LoS you would see that Drusilla is not fat, now I happen to have my precious copy of lord of shadows right next to me 

now first lets disprove something dear claudia said about Drusilla not having muscle on page 439 of Lord of Shadows it says , “-but she had always been curved and rounded no matter what she did. She was strong and muscular, her body was fit and capable, but she’d always have the hips, breasts, and softness that she did.” 

Now this qoute says multiple things, first that A) Drusilla does have muscle and that she is strong and fit and B) she has curves like MOST PLUSSIZED WOMEN now I’m 15 a little older than Drusilla and I’m afab nb, and I’m FAT AS FUCK ya’know what else IM CURVY AS FUCK, my waist takes a lil dip and then i have huge ass hips and thighs and i have rolls my friend and YA KNOW WHAT ELSE IM SOFT IM SOFT IM S O F T

I the resident fat person am 

S O F T and C U R V Y 

just like our dear lovely plus-sized and fat and gorgeous Drusilla Blackthorn 

and if you dont wanna believe Drusilla is overweight from me take it from Cassie Clare herself who said in a fucking tumblr ask that Dru is PLUSSIZED AND YA KNOW WHAT PLUSSIZED PEOPLE ARE FAT AND OVERWEIGHT


also one more thing sweetie ya know what ur statement implies that people who work out cant be fat and that people who are fat dont deserve to be respected and treated equally and that pisses me the fuck off

i workout when i can, i eat right most of the time (which im not saying i pig out all the time i just have disordered eating habits  bc i have a fucking ed and sometimes i dont eat for a while) and IM STILL FAT bc thats just the way i grew into my body and thats just the way dru grew into hers and im sorry if that offends your ass but its the way it is

fat girls are beautiful and deserve the fucking world