i might have forgotten to tag some of you for what i am sorry

anonymous asked:

hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)

trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6) 

i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)

is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6) 

we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)   

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Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless. 

First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!

I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.

I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.

For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice. 

I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet. 

As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.

I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!

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Leonard McCoy x Reader

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Beta: @trekken81

Triggers: None, but if you find something that should be tagged let me know

Soulmate AU: You thought you were one of the few people born without a soulmate until Jim’s meddling and the touch of a Doctor prove you wrong.

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Leave This Town Pt 10 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow. Steve, DumDum Dugan and Peter Parker mentioned.

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Aaah!! I’m so excited about this part! :D Please let me know your thoughts, I always love to hear from you. <3

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Previously:

“I’ll call you before I leave town,” you promised, wishing there was more you could guarantee him.

“Okay,” he replied, ducking his head into the car for one last lingering kiss.

You pulled out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror to see Bucky still standing there as he raised a hand in goodbye. But it didn’t feel like a farewell this time. Somehow, it felt like only the beginning.

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“I’m still not sold on the ending,” your agent stated as he dropped your manuscript on his desk with a thump. He sat back in his chair while drumming fingers on the desktop next to his computer. “Casting is almost finished, they start filming in two weeks, and I don’t have a finished script.”

“You DO have a finished script, Tony. Just not the conclusion you want. I tried other endings and none of them seemed genuine. This ending is the most organic and it’s where the characters took me. You know how it is, sometimes they have a mind of their own,” you replied with a shrug.

He narrowed his eyes, stroking his well-manicured goatee. “You know you sound like a crazy person when you talk like that, right?”

You laughed. “Not to my fellow writers.”

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uvikvjestica  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day

As some might know, today’s Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day.

It’s not even late but I’m tired as hell, worked 8 hours straight (okay, fine, took 10 minute break), and my eyes close by themselves. Good times.

Anyway, I opened with that because I know so many of you, fanfic writers, are usually in a much worse situation than me, and still, after working harder and longer than I did, you sit and write.

You research, edit, outline… So much work is put into your works!

True, some fics are shorter and no research or editing is done, but you still write. Short fics, long fics, drabbles, long-ass-what-the-hell-am-i-gonna-do-Im-supposed-to-sleep-not-read-it fics; Challenges, Tropefests, exchanges, and also not for challenges like these.

You write, and the genre you write in, is a genre by all means. You build a story, and characters, even if they exist, you make them different. Not ooc, not always. But different. You develop them, sometimes change their upbringings. You make something new out of them.

So much so, that sometimes I wonder, why wouldn’t you just alter the names, and sell it? Some of them are, in my personal opinion, better than many books I have read.

But here’s the thing: you do it for free. You do it for fun (and for the suffering as well, I assume ;-) ) of both you and readers.

You come up with so many ideas, and make same characters go through so many different obstacles and things.

You make up all-new scenarios I wouldn’t even imagine.

You not only make people happy or suffer, you leave impact, emotional and mental, on people.

Now, maybe a bit more personal, but as you probably know, I’m Israeli. Born and lived (and still do) all my life. My native language is Hebrew, and when it comes to learning English, school doesn’t really offer a lot. We learn to pass tests, but many can’t come and speak English with speakers afterwards.

Now you must think ‘but, what does it have to do with us?’ and well… Nothing, really. But it has to do with the fact that your writing made me a better English speaker. Much better. I know I’ll never be a very good speaker, or a writer. My vocabulary is still not the best, and I’m having troubles put my thoughts into written words that aren’t “like, you know, throwing it but not too high and catching it.” Or “she looked at her, and get eyes were full of adoration and when you find someone as good-looking person.” . Yeah. I’m not very good with all this “write what you imagine” thing…

But you guys… You gave me so much. I know that theoretically, books can teach me the same, but I don’t have space in my phone to download book-reading apps, and also, I don’t know of many books that can give me the stuff I find in your works. (I mean, come on, how many books there are with two guys/two girls of two different positions in high school falling in love over a project, two best friends, of the same gender falling for each other and then getting married, or one being a ghost, or a witch and a familiar, or—anything)

You create amazing concepts, you thread everything beautifully. You… You manage to sit on your asses and write thousands of words a day. And you do it for free. F-R-double E.

You writers, Beta-readers, alpha readers, gamma readers, and other-types-of-either-radiation-or-greek-letters readers, until it reaches the public websites.

You guys… You’ve got NO IDEA how much I adore and appreciate you.

[I’m sorry it’s all so messy here, it tends to happen to me quite a lot, (…especially when tired…) but I almost always am.]

I know, I didn’t include writers who write for prompts and requests, and things I might’ve forgotten (I’m horrible).

So just… Just thank you.

All of you: @all-i-need-is-destiel, @casthewise, @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me, @diminuel, @anonymousantonym, @awed-frog, @destieldrabblesdaily, @mrsgabrieltrickster, @riseofthefallenone, @rosemoonweaver, @jimminovak, @jhoomwrites, @justrandomspnstuff, @ozonecologne, @ialwayscomewhenyoucall, @tenoko1, @deaneatscake, @dragonpressgraphics, @dr-dean, @whelvenwings, @wanderingcas, @winjennster, @thebloggerbloggerfun, @thayerkerbasy, @unforth-ninawaters, @mishasboyfriend, @blue-reveries, @coffeeandcas, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, @bend-me-shape-me, @maliciouslycreative, @pimentogirl and all the others, whose name my brain REFUSES to recall. Thank you for everything you do.

[Also, it’d be great if you’d reblog and tag more writers, because I sure as hell can’t, I’m hungry and tired, and I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone]

“Play Pretend” part 2

Summary: In order to accomplish your mission Bucky and you have to pretend to be married. 

AN: I am accepting tags for this. Just send me a message and you’ll be added to the list. Enjoy! x

Part 1 Part 3

Originally posted by coporolight


During the night Bucky and you had moved around somehow becoming entrapped in each other’s limbs. Your head was resting on his chest with his arm holding you tightly. “Bucky?” you whispered. He was sleeping soundly; he probably hadn’t had a good nights sleep in a while and didn’t even twitch when you spoke. A bit unusual for the former assassin but you took it as a compliment that he felt safe enough with you. You pushed his arm several times until his grip finally loosened enough to let you slip under. “Finally,” you muttered. 

Today was the day you would have to go all in. Amy and Daniel would according to the files be going to an event held at the church; a perfect opportunity to get close and eventually gain their trust. The first impression would mean everything. You found a blue flowery summer dress from one of the unpacked boxes along with a grey cardigan and some nice grey heels. After a refreshing shower, you looked awake and like you fit right in.

Since Bucky was kind enough to make dinner last night, you decided to cook breakfast for the two of you. The fridge was almost empty, only containing some bacon and eggs; you would have to go grocery shopping later, but for now, it would work. Just as you were about finished Bucky stumbled downstairs. “I made breakfast,” you said putting the bacon down on two plates along with some toast. 

“Thanks, doll,” he said kissing your cheek quickly before grabbing his plate. You grabbed your plate with flushed cheeks and followed him into the dining room, “What was that for?”

“We have to sell the act of being in love, right?” He shovelled toast into his mouth swallowing before continuing, “and our nosy neighbours were looking through the kitchen window.” Ah, that made more sense. You got a weird feeling in your chest at his words but it quickly disappeared so you shrugged it off. 

You ate the rest of the meal in comfortable silence; the only sounds coming from your eating and Bucky flicking through the newspaper. Without realising it you were staring at him. He had cleaned up well doing his best to look right for the mission; he even went as far as to cut his hair. You wouldn’t lie you missed his long hair but the soft looking shorter strands were making it tempting to run your hands through. 

“Who that could be?” Bucky wondered breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry?”

“At the door. I wonder who could be at the door.” He stood up brushing crumbs off his lap before extending a hand to you. ”Shall we go look?” You nodded accepting his hand and walking out the door together. 

You opened the door with a smile running your eyes over the couple standing in front of you. 

“Hi, we’re Amy and Daniel Williams. We live just across the street and we couldn’t help but notice the new faces,” Amy introduced the two of them with a bright smile. 

Bucky rested his hand rest lightly on your lower back as he greeted them, his presence comforting. “It’s nice to meet you,” you smiled back trying to assess as much as you could about them. Amy wore a similar outfit to you and had her honey blonde hair tied up in a ponytail; her own natural brown roots were starting to show slightly. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but you were after all a spy trained to notice minuscule details. Daniel wore a brown sweater, almost matching his hair. He had large glasses on that you were doubtful he really needed. Daniel didn’t seem to be a man of many words and instead, his eyes seemed to roam around inquisitively 

“We actually just wanted to invite you to the event the church is holding later. We are packing boxes for elderly with things the local kids have made. It’s just a simple thing so they don’t feel forgotten and unappreciated,” Amy explained. 

“That so nice. We’ll definitely come by!” You smiled. 

“Great, we’ll see you there.” 


An hour later found you and Bucky in the church packing boxes. “I’m so glad to see you guys here!” Amy exclaimed as she walked up to the table.

“Oh, hi Amy,” you faked your surprise when in reality you had your eye on her the minute she walked in. “Where’s Daniel?”

“Oh, he had to take a call. He’ll be here soon.” Amy flustered before regaining her composure. Both you and Bucky knew that meant he was probably fiddling around the house and bugging the house. 

“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just gonna bring these boxes out to the front.” Bucky kissed your cheek, squeezing your hand before lifting a few boxes. His arms bulged at the weight and made you sigh unconsciously. 

“How long have you been together?” Amy said breaking your little daydream.

“3 years,” you began putting things down into the boxes again, “and newly married.” You raised your left hand smiling.

“Ah, that definitely explains why he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room. You guys look so in love that it’s enviable.” She winked grabbing a box and walking away. Did he really look at you that way? Could that mean- no, he was probably just acting. 

You engaged in some small talk with the other volunteers trying to discretely pry information out them. 

“Well, sometimes they act a bit odd,” a middle-aged woman whispered. 

“Yeah, I’ve seen them walking out at night and first returning in the morning,” another woman butted in. 

“But we do appreciate their willingness to help this town out and help organise church events,” the woman tried to smooth things out fearing she might have said the wrong things. 

You agreed with her statement, whilst your mind was pondering over what they could be up to that late at night. 

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The Montreal Problem

Chapter 4

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Family VIII - Alfie Solomons

Family i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii - Alfie Solomons

Alfie was sitting at the kitchen table as if he was conducting some sort of business meeting when you finally got home from the doctor’s office. His son had volunteered to drive you, partially because it was a tedious walk and partially because of what happened to you last time you walked alone at night. You accepted because he had a car and you were still healing. But when you walked in the door you wished that he had done a couple laps around the block.  

“Oh, look who’s home.” Alfie commented. He was sitting with his elbows on the table.  

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Old Souls (Part 9)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; ft. Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, the Avengers (mentioned)  

Word Count: 3,503

Warnings: Near death experience, blood, violence, angst, the tiniest bit of fluff at the end I think

A/N: Yay it’s here! I took longer to post this part, sorry. As you saw I got distracted by Pietro ahaha but also I got busy with school stuff. We get to go back to the reader and see what happened after she got taken! Enjoy! I’m always nervous with these things lol.

P.S. Some of your tags don’t want to work for some reason idk why 😟

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Arranged Love Pt.10 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 5,759

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: This is kinda long but, I mean, it kinda makes up for me not updating for a while (lol probably not i’m sorry (but i might be working on a new jungkook gang au so there’s that)

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Tired

Warnings: I don’t think there is… I guess season 9 & 10 spoilers? (character deaths)
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel
Summary: You’re tired of everyone and everything
Reader’s Age: High school
Word Count: 1553

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This is kinda for a fren of mine who is/went through some of this so I mainly wrote it for her and based off her situation(s) so yeah. Enjoy!


These past few weeks have not been the easiest. You’ve been getting really tired of everyone and everything. It seems everyone ignores you or uses you for their own gain. It’s always Sam and Dean Winchester, never Sam, Dean, and Y/N Winchester. It’s always “The Brothers” it’s always about them. Everyone just seems to forget about you until you show up.

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How to say ‘ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS’ and other charming phrases in Latin

In my Tiberius post I used this phrase in a veeery loose rendition of a passage of Tacitus (Annals 1.74) and a couple of people have enquired about it.

Disclosure: you have no idea how much it means to me that people are still reblogging that post. I read ALL your tags. A couple of people wrote that they thought of The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison so I ACTUALLY WENT AND BOUGHT IT. (I really enjoyed it btw so thanks, whoever put that.) 

Seriously though, I studied Tiberius during a very difficult period in my life, and the academic process of sifting through all the biased evidence we have about him was really inspiring. I firmly believe that you can have personal investment in an ancient figure or story and still write about it with references. I’m proud that I was able to do that, and I’m pinching myself that people have actually READ it and I actually… made a DIFFERENCE… to what people have always thought???? On this website I see lots of people, aspiring classicists still in high school, with the same love and enthusiasm as me and I have no doubt some of you will be GREAT classicists and I hope I inspire just a few of you to see that you can channel your love into informed statements. I say that because at school we often get the idea you’re supposed to be serious and sober if you know your stuff. Fuck that. You can be serious and passionate.

AHEM sorry about that little spiel. Here is what the Latin passage I referenced actually says. You will see that it doesn’t actually give Tiberius any words in direct speech at all. I extrapolated. But I think it was a legit conjecture XD

sed Marcellum insimulabat sinistros de Tiberio sermones habuisse, inevitabile crimen, cum ex moribus principis foedissima quaeque deligeret accusator obiectaretque reo. nam quia vera erant, etiam dicta credebantur. addidit Hispo statuam Marcelli altius quam Caesarum sitam, et alia in statua amputato capite Augusti effigiem Tiberii inditam. ad quod exarsit adeo, ut rupta taciturnitate proclamaret se quoque in ea causa laturum sententiam palam et iuratum, quo ceteris eadem necessitas fieret. manebant etiam tum vestigia morientis libertatis. igitur Cn. Piso ‘quo’ inquit ‘loco censebis, Caesar? si primus, habebo quod sequar: si post omnis, vereor ne inprudens dissentiam.’ permotus his, quantoque incautius efferverat, paenitentia patiens tulit absolvi reum criminibus maiestatis: de pecuniis repetundis ad reciperatores itum est.

But [Hispo, the informer] accused Marcellus of having had improper conversations about Tiberius, a charge from which there was no escape, when the accuser picked the foulest things he had to say about the princeps’ ways/mannerisms and levelled them at the defendant. For the fact that they were true meant that it was also believed that they were actually said. Hispo added that Marcellus had had a statue of himself placed higher than one of Caesar [Tiberius], and that on another statue he had chopped off the head of Augustus and replaced it with one of Tiberius. At this, [Tiberius] flared up so violently, that he broke his silence and declared that he too would give a verdict on this case, openly and under oath, to oblige all the others to do the same. Even then there remained traces of dying freedom. Therefore Gnaeus Piso said, ‘When will you give your opinion, Caesar? If you go first, I’ll have an example to follow; if you go last, I’m afraid of dissenting unintentionally.’ Troubled by this and by how he had been caught off guard and lost his temper, he was tolerant in his embarrassment, and allowed the defendant to be absolved of the charges of treason: the charge of extortion was referred to the assessors.

But I thought you might all like to know a few ways to express frustration in Latin. The Romans were a dramatic bunch, they spoke with gestures (forensic oratory was physically tiring) and their register changes were subtler; phrases that mean pretty much the same thing in English are actually quite different in tone. 

There are probably many more ingenious phrases I’ve forgotten at the moment, but I think I’ve covered the basics. These are all things that Romans actually said. None is actually an obscenity in Latin but accompanied with the gestures I imagine they probably were XDDDD

ain vero? (’seriously?’ but use it for ‘are you serious’ about something you’re excited about, when you want the person to be telling the truth)

verumne dicis? (’are you telling the truth?’ neutrally)

num vera istaec praedicas? (’you can’t be serious?’ with a tone of mild horror)

satin sanu’s?* / satin sana’s?* (’are you in your right mind?’)

quid ais, sacrilege* / sacrilega* (’what are you saying, you fiend?’)

molestus/molesta* or odiosus/odiosa* mihi es (you’re annoying me -> you’re pissing me off) 

temulentu’s* / temulenta’s* (’go home you’re drunk’)

* -us ending is masculine, -a ending is feminine. Latin had only these two grammatical genders for people and they corresponded to biological sex (of the person/thing being described, not the speaker) i.e. man or woman. There’s no way round this in classical Latin. If you’d like me to talk about this, shoot me an ask. 

ludis iam ludo tuo? (’are you taking the piss?’ this one courtesy of Plautus)

fabularis / garris (’bullshit!’ okay literally the first one means ‘you are reciting fables’ and the second one ‘you’re prattling’)

nil moror (’I don’t much care for [that]’)

hem quae haec est fabula? (’what is this story?!’)

monstra narras (’no way’ accompanied by dramatic gasp, e.g. ‘what a thing to say!’ literally ‘you’re recounting outrageous things’)

di deaeque me perdant! (’for fuck’s sake!’ This is a phrase Tiberius actually used, it literally means ‘may the gods and goddesses strike me down’)

sane quam… / scilicet quod… (’because of course…’ sarcasm markers, start a sentence with one of these and it’s an automatic burn)

tace + opsecro + hercle (’will you shut up!’ you can use tace on its own, add opsecro for drama, add hercle for melodrama depending on how annoyed you are)

occidi / perii / morior (’fuck’. They all literally mean ‘I am dead’ or ‘I’m dying’)

actumst de me (literally ‘it is finished with me’, you can use this for ’I’m 100% done’)

i in malam crucem (’fuck off!’ literally ‘go to an awful cross!’)

Surprise!

A/N: Please enjoy this fluff fest my mind has conjured up. I love Peter, he’s such a cinnamon roll.

Pairing: (Adult) Peter x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None (just fluff and sappiness)

Originally posted by peter-and-mj


“Y/N?” Peter could hear music softly playing in the background as he walked into their apartment. He took off his shoes and discarded them by the door and quietly padded into the kitchen, where he could hear the music emanating from. He was hit by the smell of fresh cookies as Y/N came into view. She had an apron on and was humming and dancing along to the music, unaware he had come home.

She looked up as she turned to grab another tray of cookies to put in the oven. She noticed Peter standing in the doorway, a goofy grin on his face. She was startled for a moment, not expecting him home so early in the evening. He usually went out and patrolled around the neighborhood making sure everyone and everything was safe. She cocked her head to the side and smiled at him, “hey love. You’re home early….and you ruined your surprise.”

“Oh?” Peter gave her a cheeky grin as he walked over and put his arms around her. She sighed contently, inhaling his familiar scent. He kissed the top of Y/N’s as he reached around her for a cookie.

“Yes,” she hit his arm softly as he let go of her, “I was going to surprise you with the cookies.”

“Well, consider me pleasantly surprised,” he said with his mouth full, crumbs spilling out. Y/N shook her head in amusement and reached up to wipe the crumbs away. She grabbed the other half of the cookie out of his hand and put it in her own mouth, “hey!

“Aww, don’t worry you big baby, there’s plenty more,” she pointed at the big bowl of batter still sitting on the counter. She pushed a few stray locks of hair off of his forehead, “are you home for the night then?”

“Tonight, and every night I am all yours and only yours,” he smiled down at her.

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You Can Be So Cruel

Part One: Introductions

(Pietro Maximoff x Overweight!Reader) 

You used to think no one could hate you as much as you hated yourself, until you meet the speedster with a seeming desire to break you.

Words: 1595  Warnings:  Anxiety, body issues, bullying

An: Hope you like it, the next chapter will be posted this time next week 😜 x

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Masterlist |  Requests

You were ushered through the doors and any thoughts you had of a confident, happy entrance evaporated when you stood before the Avengers, shrinking back as they examined you curiously.

“Y/n, you know the team, team this is y/n she’ll need training to increase her physical strength…” Agent Hill broke the silence and you blushed, painfully aware what she was dancing around. Your powers may have been impressive, however psychically you were anything but. You were starting to wish you had never agreed to this.

“It will be hard work for a while but I’m confident y/n will make a fine Avenger.” Steve spoke up, glancing around at his unconvinced team and giving you a apologetic smile.

There was a snigger and your head snapped up to see who it was, no one was giving anything away. Here we go again. You thought ‘earth’s mightiest heroes’ might be different and give you a chance to prove yourself beyond your appearance, but I guess people are people.

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Baby On Board

@aria725 asked: Can you make a Black Panther imagine where him and the reader are married (black girl) and she’s about 4 months pregnant. T'challa is out on the mission and the reader starts to get bored being stuck in the palace all day so she sneaks out to go for a walk and she gets kidnapped. When T'challa finds out he instantly puts the whole country on lock down and stops at nothing to find her. You can change where you see fit! Hopefully this isn’t too much!! Thank you! Xoxo

Word Count: 1402

Warnings: Kidnapping, One Curse Word

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Beta: @madithecatfish

Your name: submit What is this?


“It’s just a walk, T.”

“I don’t care. You need security at all times.”

You two had this conversation multiple times. His usually endearing overprotectiveness was starting to annoy you.

“I’ll be fine. I can protect myself.”

“It’s not just you anymore.” T’Challa sighed, putting his hand on your belly.

You weren’t even showing yet and he was already stressing. Ever since you told him he had put himself in protective mode. Security, courtesy of the Dora Milaje, was increased. Your diet was ridiculously healthy, and you had enough.

“I understand that,” you voice softened, “but do you honestly think that I would ever put our baby in danger?”

“No, but— “

“ —No “buts”. I know what I’m doing, T’Challa.”

You turned around and started to walk away before stopping, turning slightly.

“And last I checked,” you remarked, “I was a queen, not a prisoner.”

With that, you walked to the very place you had argued with your husband about going: the garden. You couldn’t understand why T’Challa had such a problem with you coming out here by yourself. It was so peaceful and quiet, perfect for someone who’s growing another human being inside her body to relax and destress. You couldn’t quite relax though, not with your fight with T’Challa still running through your head.

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anonymous asked:

Everyone's always making it that Earth time is faster than space time, and I understand that it like /is/, but what if it wasn't? They come back and its been like, 6 months tops, but to them it's been like, 6 years? They look older, act older, mix in them being so used to it just being them that they can't function properly without the others. While they're so happy to be back, all they wanna do is go away again, and escape the feeling of panic from being so far from the other Paladins 1/?

2/? and so they end up finding their way back to each other and trying to convince the others to leave again, but it hardly takes any convincing because they all want to. They know they should work through their problems, but honestly?? the entire time they were away from each other it felt like they were alone, or that the others were in some sort of danger. they’ve all become dependent on each other for comfort, for family, that back on earth they all just freak out and their families

are terrified because what happened to them? Idk where keith would go, but for some reason i imagine Lance bringing him to his family because he knows Keith never knew “family” and wants to share and Lance’s family is very accepting of their son’s friend. anyway, they all make it back to each other and just sit wherever they are hugging and crying because they’d been so worried, even though they knew they had nothing to worry about, Zarkon was dead, Galrans were but a memory 3/?

but it’s still so fresh and the families are confused and they dont understand, they try to, but they just dont get it you know? and so they contact Allura and Coran and request to return to space, and help more because even though they should stay and work it out with their families, it feels wrong to not help those still being affected by the Galras. theur families dont want them to go, but its easier knowing where they’re going and that they’re going than them just disappearing 4/?

and maybe its selfish but theyre all so relieved to be back together in space that its okay theyre all a little broken, and they always return to earth, this time not gone for 6 months, but about two weeks and it gets easier with time to understand and sometimes the families go with - but rarely, and slowly they become whole by being together, as one big family, their earth families now one with each other too. and maybe it doesnt make sense, but they’re happy. 5/5 sorry for rant but i need this


Okay, you have a slight misunderstanding of how time and space work, but you came to the right girl. First of all, I will explain how space and time work and we can go from there.

What is time?

That’s a great question! Physicists are still pondering it, actually, but in layman’s terms, time is the fourth dimension. At it’s most basic level, time is the rate of change in the universe, and it is constantly changing. Generally, time cannot exist without space (more on this later) and space cannot exist without time. This relationship is called the space-time continuum. Any event that occurs in the universe has to involve both space and time. 

The thing is: time works differently in space. This has to do with Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. He discovered the time is, in fact relative. What does this mean? Imagine time is like water travelling through a plastic tube that represents space. Let’s say the tube has bends in it and twists around. When the water flows through that tube it travels at different speeds. Although it should be noted that it only flows in one direction. 

The same thing happens with time in our universe. It flows faster in some places in others. In physics it is called gravitational time dilation. Gravity is a curve in space-time and astronomers regularly observe this phenomenon when they study light moving near a massive object (By massive we are talking large suns, black holes and similarly scaled celestial objects). If a star is large enough, it can even cause a beam of light to curve in what physicists call the gravitational lensing effect.

Cool Time Phenomena 

Okay, I recently read some awesome papers on photons. It has been recently confirmed that photons do not exist in time! This is amazing! They are the only known matter to have this exception. What does that even mean? Well, the instant photons are created, for them is also the instant they are destroyed. But those two events could be thousands, even billion years apart! I don’t know about any of you but this honestly blew my mind. I still can’t stop thinking about it. 

If you’ve ever seen the movie Interstellar you have an inkling about how time can affect a planet near a black hole. Despite a few minor inconsistencies, Interstellar is a fantastic movie, which my space nerd brain cannot recommend enough. But the theory is as follows: since gravity is so intense near a black hole, the closer one gets to the event horizon, the slower time travels. Time flows at a different rate. So while only 15 minutes had passed for the pilots on the planet, something like 8 years had passed for the rest of the universe.

How Does This Apply to Voltron?

Well, first of all in canon, time does not flow differently for alteans vs humans. The only difference is how they keep time, or measure it. So the thing that Allura always says about being asleep for 10,000 years is actually… pretty meaningless. Years depend on a planet’s rotation around their sun. We have no indication of how long that might take. An Altean year could be 2 months of earth time. What I mean is that the differences are not in the flow of time but how they are measured. 

Although it is currently not possible and their is no proof to support such an idea, but it could be interesting to explore a scenario or an alien race who does experience time differently. Or maybe Altean “magic” can alter it for them. Or even how an alien species perceives time, like maybe their neurons are faster so they register things differently so of course they would experience time differently even though it would affect them the same. But those are just ideas for you to explore!

 But with all the space travel the Voltron crew does, I would say it’s highly likely that the paladins have had their mishaps with time. I mean, time wouldn’t technically exist in a wormhole, either, or would be very very skewed (flow a lot slower inside the wormhole). So it would actually most likely be the other way around. A lot of time has passed on earth, more than what they experienced in space. For minimal angst, you could do something like their family members are 5 years older. Moving on up the angst scale, you have siblings 20 years older and their own children are now the paladin’s age. For huge angst, 100 years have passed on earth, their families never got any resolution, and now Lance’s great-great grandnephew is on a quest to discover what happened to him. For maximum angst, 150 years have passed, their families never got any resolution to what happened to them, the world has forgotten and no longer cares about the paladins, and the world also never knows that the paladins saved their planet so they live out their lives as traumatized unsung heroes who never get the recognition they deserve.

Notes:

Thanks for this ask! You know I am an astrophysics nerd, and I love all things sci-fi! You are free to ask any physics related questions, and all my sci-fi writing tips and physics answers, and explanations on space are in my tag #blue answers, 

love, Blue

hello! i’ve briefly come up for air so that i could fill one prompt and write this! i’m sorry i’ve kinda fallen off the deep end but college is hard, yo. anyway, i hope you enjoy! don’t take this too seriously haha. have this fic in which mj accidentally gives peter a coupon book for sexual favors.

tagging: my wife @spideychelle-romanogers, a gem with a seasonal blog name @spookychelleblessup, the always hilarious @suplosers, someone i need to say hello to again @bellamywarriorblake, and i can’t remember if she wanted me to tag her in things but i’ll do it anyway because i love her @aqhrodites. if you asked me to tag you and i’ve forgotten, please let me know! i’ll actually make a list instead of me just being like oh wait i needed to do this!

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A List of Things Michelle Only Found Out About Peter After They Became Friends:

  1. He doesn’t know how to use chopsticks properly. (Michelle’s had to show him several times and he’s still helpless.)
  2. Peter isn’t the most well-read. He spends most of his time reading comics, graphic novels, books for class, books about physics, and books that in some way help him build tech for the spidey suit. (Michelle has thrown several books at his head. She’s seen a bookmark in one, so she’ll take what she can get.)
  3. Perhaps most egregious, Peter Parker is, without a doubt, single-handedly, the best gift giver. And it’s infuriating.

See, the thing about being friends with someone who’s great at giving gifts is that you just suck at it. Michelle can spend hours thinking up something to get Peter for his birthday or Christmas or graduation and it will be like getting a rock compared to anything Peter gives her. A signed copy of her favorite book, an exclusive interview with Steve Rogers, a year-long subscription to a sock of the month club.

Michelle manages to get Peter this vintage comic book she happened upon once at an antique store and that was the greatest gift she got him. It wasn’t even a comic he’d read. But he still smiled and gasped and thanked her. Even though it was a really lame present. Michelle is determined to do better.

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Drunk confessions

Summary: Bucky shows up at readers door drunk to apologise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.000

Warnings: idk one swear word and alkohol; angst

A/N: This is for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote challenge. I had the quote: I was hiding under your porch because I love you.

Honestly this was supposed to be light and fun and then something happened and idk. It’s pretty angsty but it’s got a happy ending :) Hope you like it!

Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

“(Y/N), stop! Let me explain!” Bucky yelled, running after you. Furious, you stopped dead in your tracks and whirled around, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?” you hissed. “You push me around, play with me and now you expect me to listen to you? Who do you think I am?”

“If you would just listen to me-“he began to speak again, only for you to cut him off once more.

“I don’t care what you will explain and what not. I can’t live like this anymore. You have to choose. Do you want to be with me or not?” You hated to hold a gun to his head like this but it was time. All the past months you two had started to built something like a relationship.

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❧ h.js | forever

jisoo | joshua x reader

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

word count : 1356 words.
genre : angst !! like heck.
synopsis : in a sick world, where you are given the time you have left to live when you are born, two soulmates find each other at a parallel and are given the fatal choice : to live or to let them live?

✐ i am just going to say this rn but i am so sorry shua stans !!! i lov y’all so much but like man ur man is always suffering here at lunarjihoon dot com. but yeah srsly, this one is sad af, i was feeling like real down when i wrote this so jeez. anyhow drink some water, grab some cleenex if ur an easy crier n get on !! also gonna tag some shua stanning frens !!! @choco-seventeen n @fluffyshua

The timer on your hands reads a lovely seventy years since the moment you were born and your parents always smiled at it since you were born because you were destined to live a long, healthy life until you hit the age of seventy-two which was a long time away.

Somewhere in the same city, another family cries, holding their precious little boy to their chests as they see his timer only goes up to twenty five, and then stops. he will only live to twenty five.

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