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For @that-never-happened​: Maybe a Dean one with a girl who’s in the military (Marine) and has tattoos? It’s a total me insert but it don’t have an eye for this stuff thanks!!!!

Thanks for putting up with my weird questions about your tattoos (those are hers, btw, aren’t they cool!) Anyways, I hope you like it! :)

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anonymous asked:

i luv ur slytherin deku nd honestly i reckon thats probs the right house for him. but d'you reckon he could pull a Full harry potter and just want to be in gryffindor So Much bc he wants to be like allmight that the hats like well i mean i Guess

nope, check that last post! that’s one of the things we talked about. funny enough, that’s what bakugou would pull. the hat would initially want to sort him into slytherin for his ambition but he’d have so much indignant pride attached to being in the house of heroes that he would fight tooth and nail to get into gryffindor. izuku however wouldn’t yet feel worthy of the position (keep in mind he’ll be 11 at this point, much less sure of himself) & when the hat points out what he did to achieve his position at hogwarts in the first place he’d be convinced even further he doesn’t deserve it.

anonymous asked:

My friend is really talented at art and I'm not that great at it (i mean, i post it and show it to people and they seem to like it but idk maybe theyre lying . but thats another story) and whenever we call and she talks about how she draws almost every single day and works on it for hours, i get kinda jealous? My depression has been getting in the way of my motivation and she can just draw and not worry about anything? Idk. sorry for rambling

Aw yes i understand what you mean. Depression is notorious for blocking motivation and creativity. I suffer from that a lot too. Like i /want/ to be doing that stuff, but every ounce of my being is like “nope.”

I bet your art is good and, yeah, depression probably is preventing it from becoming something spectacular quickly, but any practice is progress, no matter how long it takes. And just don’t let those days you finally feel creative go to waste!

Alternately, you could try blocking out 10 minutes a few days a week where you force yourself to draw something (you could google drawing prompts/exercises maybe). and if you feel like continuing drawing after 10 mins, keep going, but if not, you can quit. Usually you’ll find that you’ll keep going. (This is honestly a good trick to get yourself to do anything you don’t have motivation for. I just did it right now with planning my next yt video)

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That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

Fun idea - Stop mocking aro culture for once. I keep seeing posts joking telling people to go outside in reference to aro people trying to explain squishes and other alloromantic people are mocking the idea of queerplatonic relationships and saying it’s literally just friendship and that people are idiots.

Please, just… Stop. If you don’t understand it, that’s okay! You don’t need to, but if you don’t have the experience you can’t tell people that the way they experience things is invalid or identical to some other thing.

tl;dr: mocking squishes and queerplatonic relationships isn’t funny and I really hope some of you guys will understand that and stop.

So here’s the thing, on this blog i make lighthearted posts about being a lesbian who likes swords, like “put [this sword] on your blog if you are gay”

And most of the time interactions with this blog are just people finding my posts fun or relatable having a chortle and tagging themselves, their friends, or sometimes theorising which fictional character runs this blog. it’s just some good fun that i and many others enjoy

But very regularly i get straight people saying ‘but what about straight people’ like. all the time. its very annoying.

cause guess what! im not straight! i dont care. go write your own posts, im not writing Relatable Posts for straight people thats not my job why would i do that

however every time im like ‘i dont care about straight people on my gay blog or in my gay life at all actually’ i get inundated with replies about how Mean And Evil i am because im not making jokes for their consumption

In which case i am just a mean evil gay because im not going to start catering to straight people on my gay blog about being gay and liking swords ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

gothambluebirds  asked:

Lena being arrested tonight just reminds me of that text post that's been circulating about the cops going 'what you say will be held against you' and Lena's like "Supergirl". I'll be lowkey disappointed if they dont do that tonight tbh.

Or worse. 

Maggie: What you say can and will be held against you.
Lena: Kara!
Kara: Yes, Lena, I’m here–
Lena: No, I mean Kara, hold her against me!

Skam references ...
  • Me: You watch Skam too?! That's so cool! I've always wanted to talk with someone about it in real life!
  • Random person: Excuse me? I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about...
  • My brain: But... But that's impossible. I mean: he is wearing a hat, a hoodie and a jacket!! (duh?!)

Me: *draws a male character*
Me: he looks like i girl i C AN T DRAW G UYS
My brain: thats!! Because!! You gave him!! Female body language!! And keys!!
Me: well how do i fix th-
My brain: S P R E A D T H E L E G S

Ryuji's sexual harassment

Ok I’ve seen many hate posts about Ryuji and in most of them the reasons, well lets just say I could see where they’re coming from

But recently I found more and more posts about Ryuji sexually harassing girls, hell even him abusing them! Well I guess i’m blind then, cause I’m before what seems to be final boss in a game and I never seen him being abusive and sexually harassing girls.

I will not write whole essay why is that wrong on so many levels and I’ve never said he was perfect. I just want to say, please read the freaking definitions before saying stuff like that. He is just pervy. Like really pervy but to be honest, he’s 16 yo. Most of kids are really perverted in this age and think about stuff like that. Srsly you could say Yosuke from previous game harassed girls more. I’m talking about this scene when he buys swimsuits for girls and beg them to put them on. Still it isn’t harassment but it’s closer then anything that Ryuji did in my opinion.(and my goal here isnt to hate on Yosuke. He’s one of my faves so yeah i’m just putting an example)

I guess most people take it from hawaii trip and also how game makes us believe he cares only about looks in women??? Just remember guys that being pervy doesn’t equall sexually harassing women. He’s just a kid that still learns about that stuff!

Oh and him being abusive? No. Just no. Once again google the definition of “abuse” plus his whole backstory with being abused??? Don’t change freaking victim to abuser! That’s just really not okay guys! He sometimes can act like a jerk too but he isn’t abusive! Hell I would say most of the team was more “abusive” to him then he was to others but that’s my opinion.

Please before you say things like that look up some things. By saying misguiding informations, you just sprade the hate and hate in fandom isn’t good. You don’t like this character? Cool keep it to yourself, block the tag or whatever and don’t try to make people angry or make them hate character too. Someone else likes this character? Let them enjoy it and post fanart fanfics or other things with out sending them hate ( i’m talking to you anon hate I’ve never answered cause it wasn’t just worth it) and that’s all.

The other thing is like….. let’s just all pretend that aphobia exists as an axis to be oppressed upon, and that all non-aces/aros (regardless of orientation) had non-ace/aro privilege and oppressed a-spec people

Why would aces/aros want to be in a community with their non-ace/aro oppressors? the LGBT+ community was formed because lgbp people and trans people had enough in common with regards to oppression that it did (and still does!) make sense for the two groups to work together. Transphobia can sometimes include misdirected homophobia (because people think trans people are “really just gay” or whatever other transphobic bullshit), and at the time the community formed society as a whole had a less nuanced and more incomplete understanding of gender, meaning the line between sexuality and gender was a lot less defined than it is today (remember the “is Marsha P Johnson a trans woman?” discourse that’s still going on? Yeah that)

But if aphobia was based off whether someone felt sexual/romantic attraction (although all evidence of “aphobia” has always been based off someone’s behavior and not their feelings, let’s continue to pretend aphobia is a distinct form of oppression that targets a-spec people) then wouldn’t non-ace/aro LGBT+ people be the oppressors of aces? And wouldn’t you want your community to be free of your oppressors with all their violent aphobia? Wouldn’t it not only be harmful to the ace community as a whole, but also to the individual aces/aros who would be victims to aphobia from non-ace LGBT+ people, to deliberately create your spaces in your oppressors’ community?

And I know everyone is going to pull the whole “transphobic gays” thing, and I really don’t mean to act like that’s not an issue or not relevant, because it is, but when the LGBT+ community was formed, our society hardly had the language to differentiate between straight trans people and cis gay people, especially if those trans people didn’t medically transition. The point is, even within LGBT+ spaces/communities, there are allowances for trans-only spaces and resources. But again, by and large, many of the issues that trans/non-cis people and lgbp people face are intrinsically linked because of society’s inability to separate sexuality and gender. (This doesn’t mean cis gay people can’t be transphobic and that their transphobia is any less harmful to trans people than that from cishets, 

So although homophobia and transphobia tend to go together (although they certainly don’t always!), aphobia would be an entirely separate thing. So why would aces want to not only have non-ace people (their “oppressors”) in their spaces, but actually create their spaces within the spaces built for their oppressors?

TL;DR If the mean alloLGs were really your oppressors you wouldn’t want to create your safe community spaces within our spaces because it would put you in danger

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I’ve been receiving a few asks about shipping and what my take on it is, so here:
I don’t ship anyone in Gorillaz. It kinda makes me happier to see them as a big ole dysfunctional family. If you ship nudoc, 2doc, 2nu or any other ships, then that’s you! I’m okay with it! You shipping them doesn’t have any impact on my life, so you do you. I don’t really like ship bashers tbh. I’m more of a “If it doesn’t concern you, don’t let it bother you” kinda girl.

So yeah! There’s my take on it. Have a nice day 💕

lurkeymclurker  asked:

Can you tell us about the Empires propaganda machine?

Later, after, in all the holonews segments and all the long ‘net articles furnishing further analysis, they—and here ‘they’ is vaguely defined, reporting is is too scattershot in a galaxy marked by lightyears and hyperlanes—will not be able to pinpoint the place where they went wrong. Where it was all tipped from earnest republican v. separatist reporting to laying the groundwork for imperial v. everyone else. When they stopped, or when their blades met with armor they couldn’t pierce, or—

But by then it’s too late. It’s too late, the Empire is already wound itself through every word spoken and every reference made; it’s in everything, a dark undercurrent of emotion and justification—don’t you love the Republic? don’t you care about other galactic citizens? don’t you want to follow the laws and reward those who have justified their existence as you have justified yours? you have worked so hard, the day is long and the rewards few, why would you give those to others? why would you share?

(’Sharing’ is a dirty word, under the Empire. To each according to his strength, that is the Imperial motto. But ‘strength’ is a narrow gate, and it cuts many off at the knees, the ankles, those unguarded places—)

There is no question that human beings are afraid of difference they have been afraid of that since whatever primordial swamp they crawled out of but—they have always put it aside, they have always at least pretended to the idea of recognizing other species, the claim of xenos to homeworlds. the equal right of existence. Et cetera. Never mistake how hard human beings will try, when confronted with tentacles, if there is profit or benefit in ignoring any difference.

But humans also reproduce like orburs in spring, and they colonize, multiply out into the galaxy like a plague. Like a—spore. Like something biological and not, because nothing in nature moves without regard to the animus they generate. And they are a tetchy species, measuring everything in relative value. It doesn’t matter if—

Luke does not stop to question the holoradio adverts he hears, the faded propos papering the Toshe public hall, saying ‘JOIN THE EMPIRE TODAY! FLY FOR THE EMPIRE! BE BRAVE BE TRUE BE STALWART!’ Anywhere is better than here, right? Get closer to that bright center and anything is better—

(It is still hard to find that bright line between the Republic under the tyranny of the Clone Wars and the perpetual state the Empire embodies. That is just how these things go.)

Leia is on the first line of defense for the Rebellion, she watches propos and listens to senators argue, quoting lines from holodramas—ironically, but also as illustrations. (She learns very young that a well-told story, even fictional, has quicker legs than one badly told and true. She disapproves, but that is the way of things.) It is amazing how many late Republicans would have supported he Empire despite explicitly stating they did not support the Empire, its agents, or any move toward a less democratic structure of government. It is amazing how weak it makes them seem, given what she knows about the inner workings of the capitol. It is—

Han is good at finding cantinas where, if the Imperial propos cut into he grav-ball match, everyone groans aloud. He smiles a little against the curve of the mug as everyone curses out the poor bastard who has to—

(Han always feels a little bad for him. Her. Whoever—he knows what it’s like to have your neck under someone’s boot, to know you don’t really have choice in this. At least he’s busy smuggling, can’t be much a spokesperson that way.)

The Resistance does not have the access the Empire does, but the Rebellion has feed hackers, holonet ‘ware corrupters. The Alliance blasts every inbox with public reveals of complaints, salaries, donations. Saw Guerra’s people de-encrypt transmissions, and release them to the ‘net in vicious anarchic fashion. (Make of it what you will, that Tarkin sent a transmission to Krennic saying ‘stop being so gentle on your workforce,’ after Krennic’s 12-hour days resulted in its first overworked, dehydrated, malnourished death.)

Regional reporters dump their findings onto the holonet, saying, look at what the governor is doing, we buried the jedi but we found, we—

look, they say in unison. look at this. you are not alone. you are not crazy. something has shifted, something significant has changed and you are not alone in thinking this. We are here, together, and this is dangerous, this is—

you are not alone. you are right, your perception of the world is—there is an objective reality, and they depart from it. you are right. you are sane. it is the galaxy that has gone insane in the interim.

“Senator?” the holonet reporter asks, when Mon Mothma falls silent, and she is smiling down at the podium. “Senator, if you could—”

“According to the study conducted by the Galactic Agency for—” she begins, and the briefing room falls so quiet she is afraid she has lost them. But there is a holonet reporter in the first row who has pressed her hand to her mouth, even as her eyes are wide, fixed on Mon’s face; and out of the corner of her eye, Mon can see Leia Organa (so much Bail and Breha’s daughter, even now) pressing her lips together, her eyes shut. And this is good. They are good, they are better. Here is the study. Here is the definition. Here is the closest she knows how to get to objective reality.

She justifies. From the root word, meaning justice. Meaning to make right. Meaning, more than what is what is available on the surface, more than what is unquestioned. More. 

So much more.

On a side note, I’ve read people saying authors/writers “can be wrong” and write the wrong story or the wrong end game.

But here’s the thing, authors aren’t wrong, they’re authors. And that’s it.
It’s their story they’re writing, it’s their finale they imagined and it’s their capability to bring that same finale to life.

If you don’t like what an author is telling about, that is not a wrong tale, it’s just you not liking it. Same happens if you disagree with the end game they portray.

It’s their choice, it’s their story, and you’re free to disagree with them. But that’s definitely not wrong.

ATTENTION!!!!

Hey everyone!!! MY BUDS

by the time u read this i’ll be in Puerto Rico visiting my fam and getting my tan fleekd!!! So basically what im trying to say is, I’m going 2 be M.I.A. for about a month & a half :( since i wont have my computer with me SIGH

& i WISH i was like those simmers that just build up like 2 years worth of a queue lmao (i wish) SADLY Im not gonna be posting for a bit!! DONT MISS ME TOO MUCH! i might be able to answers asks here and there though!!!

anyways ya thats it see yall on the flipside love u all u all mean the world to me ty for ur support !!!!!! ILL BE BACK

i can’t stop thinking about what kind of criers dan and phil would be. i feel like dan’s crying would be a slow build up. his eyes just get watery at first, and he tries so hard to keep it in, but eventually the tears start cascading down his cheeks. he’d get a runny nose and his forehead would crease out of frustration because he hates crying, but he does it all the time. when his crying hits its peak, he’d be a blubbering mess, wiping furiously at his tears and constantly blowing his nose. he doesn’t like to be comforted while he’s crying, but when he’s finished and all that’s left is tear stained cheeks, he’d cling to the closest thing, preferably another person that would play with his hair, rub his back, and comfort him quietly.

phil on the other hand is a quiet crier. it happens really suddenly because he’s not afraid to be emotional and soft. his tears build up and he doesn’t try to hold them back. his eyes get red and puffy, and he tries to wipe away the tears quickly with his sleeve. he gets sniffly, but hides it by taking deep breaths through his mouth. his eyes are glossy and doe-like when his crying reaches the climax. he likes to be held the whole way through, even if it’s just someone holding his hand or resting a hand on his knee. physical contact calms him down and helps him feel more real. his favorite thing is when people rub their fingers up and down his arm, it nearly lulls him to sleep, but it distracts him from whatever it is he’s crying about.