Don't you think you are too salty about alleged white people opinion about blacks? It all just looks like you're making up most of things and you are being butthurted about god knows what. I'm white, and to be honest, I don't give a single fuck whether you're white, black, asian whatever. However, you always feel like you are the victims of racism, while, I swear to sweet mother of jesus, most white don't care. I love your blog, but i'm fed up with all posts about you being treated worse by us.
Lmaoooooooo! Kindly unfollow please. Nobody said shit about white people if you referring to my post about anti-black artists. You putting white people in the situation so you must be feeling guilty. Shut cho’ ass up. You should’ve stopped at “I’m white”. -A
I remember being teased relentlessly throughout my childhood and my teenage life where people would say that because of my skin I’ll never be beautiful enough, they would even recommend skin bleaching products. So as a child I quickly realised that as a dark skinned girl I was not considered beautiful enough… At that time I didn’t know that it was the negativity from the people around me that was causing me to hate my skin and myself for that matter. I remember a time during school photos where a girl shouted “she’s too dark! You won’t see anything on her ID but her teeth!”, of course everyone laughed it out… And so did I…. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like I was offended… Their feelings felt more important than mine… After all growing up I was always reminded of how unlikely I was of ever being beautiful or finding someone that found my darkness beautiful…..
As a 19 year old today I sit here and say “I never gave in to skin bleaching”, “I was constantly reminded of how ugly I was but that only made me love myself even more….. I began considering myself as someone different, someone beautiful and out of the ordinary.”
Your skin no matter how dark it is that when you smile you can only see the glow of your teeth is worthy of love, your skin is that of a goddess and you should never feel anything about your skin but self love. I write this to all of the people that have gone through similar and worse, you don’t need to learn to Love your skin, the love is already there… You just gotta unleash it.
I would like to hear some stories of yours if you’ve ever gone through the same thing…. Message me on Instagram.
I don’t think a lot of people seem to realize that Kara’s family is actually just as bad if not worse then Lena’s. Her Aunt tried to enslave two worlds, her Uncle was a vicious murderer who not only tried to enslave two worlds but also tried to kill off humanity. Kara’s father created biological weapons and thought it was a noble pursuit worthy of praise. Her own mother used her to capture a loved one
Kara knows very well that the House of El was just as bad and misguided as the Luthors. And deep down inside she knows that if she wasn’t lucky enough to be considered “one of the good ones” they would treat her with the same prejudice, the same hatred and judgment people treat Lena. It would probably be even worse since she is an alien. She would have probably been killed outright or locked up to rot in a cell.
So I don’t think that Kara is just angry about the fact that her friends have no faith in her judgment or the fact that they are going after her friend. I think that every time James or Winn or Maggie or J’onn attack Lena Kara feels like this is an attack on herself as well.
And the worst part is that nobody seems to understand where Kara is coming from.Not even Winn who should really know better considering his father’s history . Not James who was framed for a murder he didn’t commit. Not J’onn who was unfairly hunted down just because he was an alien. They should all know better and yet they are just as judgmental as Snapper. Kara considers her friends the best people on the planet and this must be such a huge disappointment to her. It must break her heart and make her absolutely furious at the same time
I think the only one who understands to some degree was Alex. I think that’s why she didn’t join the witch hunt against Lena
Hello, witchies! Earlier today, I said that I was going to make a post about plants that are REALLY bad for your pets. I know a lot of us have familiars, animals we feel connections to, or even just a beloved furry friend. I also know that a lot of us incorporate plants into our craft. However, that can turn deadly quickly. Here are some poisonous plants, according to the pet poison hotline.
This is autumn crocus, which should not be confused for spring crocus. Spring crocus, however, should not be ingested because it can cause vomiting and diarrhea. But, autumn crocus is SO MUCH worse. It is highly toxic and can cause things such as kidney and respiratory failure.
Azalea is such a beautiful plant and is a common favorite among those who favor flowers. Don’t have it your yard, though, if you have pets who love to much on plants. Signs of initial ingestion consist of vomiting, diarrhea, and excessive drooling. If you see these signs and azalea is within the area, take your pet to the vet immediately, because your furry friend can enter a coma and possibly die.
This is Kalanchoe. Avoid this plant unless you want your friend to vomit excessively and obtain heart arrhythmia.
I’ve mentioned these in the past before, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don’t have these anywhere near you if you have pets, especially cats. Even a few leaves can cause kidney failure. Some are benign, but DON’T TAKE THE RISK!! If you notice that your cat has eaten any lilies, take it to the vet IMMEDIATELY. The sooner you do, the higher chance you have of saving them.
Some of you may be surprised, but Daffodils are indeed on the list. The worst of the side effects can include vomiting, respiratory depression and heart arrhythmia.
Sago palm can induce bloody stool, liver failure, and death in some occasions. It’s more dangerous because these are indoor plants, making them more accessible for your furry buddies.
Here are some other common ones, including some vegetables:
any kind of fruit pit
tomato fruit and stems
Lily of the Valley
PLEASE RESEARCH ANY AND ALL FOODS BEFORE GIVING THEM TO YOUR PET!!
i horde good things, but i never end up deserving them. i save things for better days, spend good times thinking about how i’ll eventually be looking back on the moment, hold onto people i should let go of long after they’ve started to burn me. i have treasure troves of unused gifts, art kits, beautiful things. on the terrible days i tell myself it could always be worse. on the great days i say i need to wait for it. i feel guilty when i indulge myself. can’t bring myself to move on. let nostalgia paint roses on bruises. the truth is i never know when the bad will come back. i’m always in a state of bracing for impact.
11 Things Everyone Dealing With BDD Should Say (But Can’t).
1. “I’m sorry that I’m constantly focused on my appearance; I don’t mean to irritate anybody. But I can’t stop.”
2. “When I rant about how shitty I look, it’s not to get sympathy, and it’s definitely not to make anybody else feel worse about themselves. It’s actually just how I see myself, every day - And sometimes I just get sick of it.”
3. “Please don’t tell me it’s all in my head. It doesn’t help.”
4. “Don’t tell me I’m being ‘superficial’, ‘trivial’, or ‘obsessive’. I’m already fully fucking aware - trust me.”
5. “I’m sorry I can’t stop fixating on diets, or surgery, or whatever fucking fix I think I need. Again, I’m fully aware that I’m as obsessive as hell.”
6. “I don’t mean to give off the impression that looks are all that matter. They’re not. I know they’re not, but it feels like they are.”
7. “The only person I’m judging by these insane standards is myself.”
8. “Every time I’m in public, I can tell people are staring at me. I know they might not be, I know they probably couldn’t care less about a random passer-by like me, but I can tell they’re staring at me.”
9. “I hate myself every time I look in the mirror - and not knowing if what I’m seeing is ‘real’, an ‘exaggeration’, or ‘not as bad as I think it is’, only makes me feel worse.”
10. “I’m sorry if you’re feeling fed up with me. I’m pretty damn fed up with me too.”
11. “I don’t want to be perfect. I just want to be more than this.”
You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us He’s in the club doing I don’t know what You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much
Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine You’ve ruined my life by not being mine
You’re so gorgeous I can’t say anything to your face ‘Cause look at your face And I’m so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You’re gorgeous
You should take it as a compliment That I’m talking to everyone here but you And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room If you’ve got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her But if you’re single that’s honestly worse 'Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts (Honey, it hurts)
Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die
You’re so gorgeous I can’t say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face And I’m so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You’re gorgeous
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along
You’re so gorgeous I can’t say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face And I’m so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You’re gorgeous
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You’re gorgeous You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You’re gorgeous
Let me know if I should make a part two to this :)
Everyone gets that feeling when they feel that someone is watching them. Monitoring everything they do. Stalking them.
That’s how you felt almost everyday. It was as if someone was actually watching you. Or spying on you.
You began to think like this since you were little. About 10 years old. Whenever you were somewhere, you felt a presence, even when you were alone. It was like someone was always there with you. It started off simple, but got worse and creepier as you grew older.
When you were 13, you couldn’t stand being home alone, because you always felt that someone was going to come for you. You would hear strange noises such as people talking when you were home alone, cabinets closing on their own, footsteps when no one else was home.
By age 15, you watched a lot of horror movies, and deemed your experiences as “being haunted.” You were sure that you were being haunted by a ghost, or something like a ghost. There were no other explanations for the things that’s been happening to you.
You told your friends and your parents, but no one believed you. Everyone thought you were either joking, or just crazy.
When you were 16, you asked your parents to get paranormal experts to come to your house and see what was going on. Your parents were reluctant at first, telling you that maybe a therapist should come to the house instead. But you kept asking them, telling them that you were so scared that something might happen to you. And then they finally called the experts.
When they came, the concluded that there was nothing paranormal going on inside of your house, giving your parents another reason not believe anything you said.
Even though the “experts” said that there was nothing, you knew there was something. You always knew that there was something going on. You weren’t crazy, no matter how much people tell you that you are.
You will never forget about when you were 18. You were almost finished with school. You remember sitting in an empty classroom one day during your free period. You studied for a huge test that you had to take.
The room was quiet at first, but then you heard a quiet tap on the window. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was probably just a tree branch or something.
Then it happened again. And again. And again. This continued for about two minutes before it started upsetting you. You groaned and tried to concentrate on studying. Once you groaned, the sound stopped. It was probably just a coincidence.
It didn’t stop there. You heard something fall down. It was a light sound, but you still heard it. You looked around the room to see what it was. There was a piece of chalk rolling towards you.
You raised and eyebrow. How did the chalk fall if nothing was touching it?
You stood up, picking up the piece of chalk that had fallen. You walked to the chalk board and placed the piece of chalk onto the teacher’s desk.
You turned around, dusted your hands off and started walking back to your seat.
And that’s when you heard it. The sound of the chalk falling again. You thought nothing of it. The teachers desk was probably just slanted, which is why the chalk keeps falling off. But why didn’t anything else on the desk fall off?
You turned around, bending down to pick up the chalk once again. You stood up, holding the piece of white chalk and as you looked up, you saw something strange.
The chalkboard had something written on it.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.”
Those words were not on the board before. How did it get there? Who wrote it? What the hell did it even say?
You thanked god for modern technology as you took out your cellphone and took a picture of the words written on the chalkboard. You put the picture into a translator website and waited for it to do its magic.
As the page loaded, you read what the words had translated to.
“I’m watching you. See you soon, 21.”
If you weren’t already creeped out before, you were ten times more creeped out now.
Without even thinking about it, you packed up your books and left the room, not looking back.
Who wrote that? Who’s watching you?
The answers to you questions went unanswered for years after that. You were always so curious.
You were 20 years old when you moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment.
The strange things never stopped. On multiple occasions when you would walk into your apartment, you would see lights that were turned on (and you were sure that you had turned them off), cabinets were open, loose papers were scattered all over your desk. You were a very clean and organized person, so you knew that it couldn’t have been you.
Getting a surveillance camera installed in your house didn’t help, as much as you really wanted it to. It just gave you more reason to believe your 15 year old self when you said that something paranormal was going on.
When you got home from work, you would check your camera, seeing if anything happened.
Of course something happened.
The cabinets opened—by themselves. The drawers in your desk opened and papers flew out of them, creating a big mess. The light switched flicked on, on their own.
You were terrified. Something was haunting you and you wanted to know why.
Today was your 21st birthday.
You spent the day shopping with your friends. You weren’t really a party girl, so you decided to do something less wild and more fun. Shopping is always fun.
“This would look really nice on you, y/n!” One of your friends smiled, giving you a cute pink dress that she had picked up.
It was cute, but it wasn’t really your style, so you put it back as you friend walked to go look at other clothes. After returning the dress to the rack that it had previously been on, you turned around, only to bump into someone.
“I’m so sorry.” You apologized. It was a man. He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He was quite handsome.
“Don’t be sorry. It was my fault.” He says, patting his clothes as he stood in front of you.
You two stood there, just looking at each other for a couple of seconds. He stared into your eyes. It was like he could see right through your soul. You couldn’t look away. It was like you were dazed.
“Y/n, come on. Let’s go to another shop.” Your friend calls. You blinked a few times, snapping out of your daze.
You walked away from the man, following as your friends walked out of the shop.
He seemed so familiar, but you were sure you hadn’t seen him before. You’d never seen him in real life, or even pictures, so why did he seem familiar?
You closed the door of your apartment and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door.
You and your friends had a good time out, shopping, eating and gossiping. It was like you were in high school all over again. You missed hanging out with them all the time.
You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tv remote and pressing the button to turn it on.
You pressed the button, but nothing happened. You pressed it over and over again, but nothing. Maybe the batteries were out?
Just then, you felt something brush past your leg. Without thinking, you yelped and placed your feet on the couch, looking down at what had touched you.
It was a cat.
What was a cat doing in your apartment?
The cat looked up at you. It had black fur and brown eyes.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked the cat, as if it would talk back. You stood up, still looking down at the cat.
“I should get you out of here. Your owner is probably looking for you.” You say, putting your arms out, but then retracting them, not knowing if you should touch the cat.
Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but all you saw was a flash of white and then something stood in front of you. It wasn’t the cat.
It was a man.
You screamed and ran into your bedroom, scared for your life. You didn’t bother to look at the man, you were too terrified.
You closed your bedroom door as you entered, locking it.
What the hell just happened?
“Y/n.” You heard a voice say. The voice was kind of deep. You were too scared to reply. How did he even know your name?
“Y/n, I hope you know that locking the door isn’t going to stop me from coming in.” The man says.
You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say?
You heard no more noise on the other side of the door, but you were still scared.
Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t want to turn around, but your feet had it’s own plans.
You turned around, coming face to face with—
The man from earlier. The one from the shop. The one that you bumped into.
Your eyes widened.
You backed up, hoping that you could run away, but for every step you took back, he took a step towards you.
“Why are you here? Why were you a cat? How were you a cat? Who are you? What are you?” You asked. You had so many questions and they all came out at the same time.
“I’d rather not show you my actual form, for your sake. And do you know how much strength it takes to shift into a cat? You should be praising me. I’m so tired right now.” The man complained.
What was his “actual form”?
“What are you?” You repeated your question.
“A demon.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You say, not believing him. The man chuckled before closing his eyes. What was he doing?
As he opened his eyes, his dark brown eye color was no longer there. Now his pupils were a fiery red color.
You yelled and tried to run away, but he held your arms, not letting you move.
“Let go of me!” You yelled.
“Y/n, calm down.” He says, his eyes going back to their original color. “How am I supposed to calm down? You—you just—I can't—” you stuttered, not knowing what to say.
He stared into your eyes and you felt yourself calming down. It was like he casted a spell on you or something.
“Did you just cast a spell on me? Are you a witch too?” You ask, not able to take your eyes off of his.
He chuckled. “I’m not a witch. I’m a demon. A handsome one.”
You wish you could roll your eyes at his comment. “Who are you?” You ask. “And why do you seem so familiar? I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that we’ve never met.”
“Y/n, I’ve been with you since you were young. Don’t you remember me? Haven’t you got my little notes and messages?” He asks you.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.” He spoke.
Your eyes widened. That’s what was written on the chalkboard that day you were in school! “You wrote that? How? Why? Why couldn’t I see you?”
“Being a demon surprisingly has its many perks. One of them being invisibility. And it was a reminder. Didn’t you translate it?” He asked you.
“It said I’m watching you. And see you soon. Then it said twenty one.” You say.
“I was watching you. I’ve always been watching you. And it was a reminder because I’d see you on your twenty-first birthday, which is today.” He explains, letting go of your hands. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
It was him. He was the thing that was always with you. The thing that creeped you out. The thing that you always knew was watching you.
You brought your hand up to his face and slapped him, anger filling you.
His eyes widened and he held his cheek in pain. “What was that for?” He asks.
“You! You’re the reason that I spent almost eleven years of my life scared to death! I was always so scared, and it was because of you! You messed me up, man.” You explained.
“I’m sorry?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.
You slapped him again.
“What was that one for?” He asks.
“That’s for messing up my house when I’m not home. You always leave my lights on. And you leave my cabinets open. And all of my papers are always all over my desk.” You say.
“I’m sorry. I get bored sometimes when you’re not home.” He admits.
“Who are you?” You ask.
“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. You’re y/n y/l/n.” He finally introduces himself.
“Well, Min Yoongi. You’ve been stalking me for eleven years, why?” You question.
People supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them for so long, so, why didn’t you feel scared?
“You’re interesting.” He says, simply.
You rolled your eyes, finally out of his spell, or whatever it was.
After a moment of silence, Yoongi spoke up. “I’m not here to hurt you, so if you’re scared of me, you don’t have to be. Although, I’m not getting any scared vibes from you. You’re not scared of me?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I am. I just think that I was more scared when I didn’t know who or what you were.” You admit.
“Really? Then maybe I should erase your memory.” He smirked.
“No. No way.” You say. “I was joking.” He chuckled. “Or was I?”
“Min Yoongi I swear to—” you started. “Don’t say it.” He warns you, eyes turning red.
“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes.
Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”
“It’s 6 pm.” You tell him.
“So? It’s never too early to go to sleep.”
You shook your head before opening your bedroom door and walking out into your living room.
“What are you still doing here? Leave!” You hear Yoongi say. He wasn’t talking to you, so who was he talking to?
You turned around to look at him, but he was facing the kitchen. In the kitchen stood another man. He looked the same age as Yoongi, maybe younger. He had orangish/reddish hair. You noticed something. In front of him, on the counter was a cake. That wasn’t there before.
“Who is this?” You asked.
“I’m Hoseok.” The boy with the orange hair smiled at you, walking over to where you and Yoongi were standing. “I’m Yoongi’s friend.”
“Hi.” You said before looking at Yoongi. “So what? Is my house like a demon magnet now?”
“Hoseok, get out.” Yoongi said, not answering your question.
Hoseok sighed and looked at you. “It was nice to meet you. Bye.” He smiled before you saw a flash of white. He was gone.
You looked over to where the cake was. Yoongi saw where you were looking and spoke. “It’s yours.” He says.
“Is it?” You asked, walking over to the cake.
“I told Hoseok to bring it for you. It looks good, right?” He asks.
You saw what was written on the cake and smiled.
“Happy Birthday, y/n.”
“As long as you share it with me, I promise I won’t trash your house anymore.” He smiled.
Despite being a demon, Yoongi was a nice guy. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having him around.
“We need to have another girl’s day out.” Your friend says. She was sitting beside you on the couch in your apartment.
“Yeah. I want to hang out with you and the rest of the girls more.” You tell her.
“We should go to a club or something.” She suggested.
A club? “I don’t think so.” You say. You weren’t really a fan of going to the club. The club is just a place where random guys try to hit on you all night, and you didn’t want to go through that.
“Oh, come on, y/n. Don’t be such a party pooper. We could go out to the club and have fun. You could meet a guy there!” She persisted.
“Why would I want to meet a guy there?” You asked.
“Y/n, you haven’t gotten laid in like a year. You need to meet a guy so you two can hook up! You really need some d—” Your friend explained, but was cut off by someone else talking over her.
“What’s this talk about y/n needing to meet a guy?” The person asked. You recognized the voice and turned around to see Yoongi.
“Y/n, who is this?” Your friend asks.
“This is—” You started. “I’m Yoongi. Y/n’s boyfriend.” Yoongi finished for you.
Your boyfriend? Since when?
“Y/n! How could you not tell me that you have a boyfriend?” Your friend questions.
“I’m sorry, y/f/n.” You looked at your friend. “I wasn’t planned on letting you meet him. He promised me that he would stay in my bedroom while you came over.” You looked back at Yoongi.
“Sorry. I got bored in there.” He shrugs. “Y/f/n, would you mind coming back another time? I need to speak to y/n about something.”
“No problem. I’ll be on my way.” Y/f/n says, before getting up and walking to the door. She winked at you before leaving and closing the door behind her.
You turned around, only to see that Yoongi was closer to you than he was before. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked. “Since when?”
“Since now.” He states. “Is it true?” He asked, not giving you time to respond to his statement.
“Is what true?”
“She said you haven’t been laid in a year. Is that true?”
“Does that matter to you?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. Why did he want to know?
“Just tell me.”
“What if it is true? Why do you need to know?”
Yoongi took two slow steps towards you so he was now standing on front of you with barely any space between you.
Would it be wrong to say he looked really hot right now?
While living with Yoongi, you can’t help but look at him sometimes. Like the times you two are just talking to each other and he smiles. You like his smile. A lot.
And the times he would come out of the bathroom only wearing boxers. His hair would be wet and he looks so good. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to think about him this way.
“You seriously went that long without getting laid? You went that long without letting someone touch you? Pleasure you?” He asks. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your lips. “It’s been about three months since I revealed myself to you. We spend like all day together, so why haven’t you told me?”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You say, turning around so you could walk away. When you turned around, Yoongi grabbed one of your arms and turned you back to face him.
“Yoongi, I—” You started, but Yoongi looked into your eyes and suddenly you couldn’t say anything. He was controlling you.
For about thirty seconds, he just stared into your eyes, and you were unable to say or do anything else.
Yoongi put his fingers on your chin and lifted your head up. He almost instantly lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck.
His actions made your eyes widen. “Y-Yoongi.” You stuttered, finally able to speak again.
He hummed in response and started kissing and sucking on your neck. It felt unbelievably good.
“Yoongi. Yoongi, wait.” You spoke, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him away. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.
“You don’t want me to do it?” He asks. “I-I didn’t say that. I just—” You started. “Then shut up and let me do what I need to do.” He speaks over you, pressing his lips against yours after he finished talking.
His lips felt so good against yours. You didn’t realize how much you liked his lips until this moment.
Yoongi held your waist with one hand, pulling you against him. You used one hand to run fingers through his hair and the other hand was still rested on his shoulder.
His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it and even meeting with your tongue.
You lightly tugged on his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth. Hearing him groan sent waves of pleasure down your body. You wanted more.
Yoongi pulled away from you, removing your shirt and his shirt before placing his lips back on yours.
You placed one of your hands on his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest, and then to the bulge that was evident in his pants.
You palmed him through the black sweatpants he wore and once again, he groaned into your mouth.
Yoongi placed his hand at the hem of your pants and pushed them down. You stopped out of them, now only left in your bra and underwear.
You pushed Yoongi’s sweatpants and boxers down and he stepped out of them before breaking away from you and sitting down on the couch.
“On your knees, baby girl.” He says to you. You did as told and got on your knees, coming face to face with his length. Yoongi leaned forward and removed your bra before speaking. “Be a good girl and suck.”
You nodded before putting one of your hands on his length, stroking it a couple of times before putting your lips around the tip. You decide to tease him by licking and sucking the tip, and only the tip.
“If you keep teasing me like that, you’re gonna be in big trouble, y/n.” Yoongi speaks in a stern voice. Trying to push his buttons, you continued to do what you were doing.
Yoongi got fed up and placed his hand on the back of your head. “It seems like you want trouble.” He says before pushing your head down onto his length. You took more of him in your mouth. He began thrusting his hips into your mouth, making you take in all of it.
The back of you throat stung, but you loved every second of it. “You love it when I do this, don’t you, y/n?” Yoongi asked, as if you could answer.
Suddenly, he pulled you off of him, standing up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall.
He walked to your bedroom, and while he walked, you felt his length brush against your core, which was still covered by your underwear. You sucked in a breath at the contact, causing Yoongi to laugh.
When he got you your room, Yoongi rested you on the bed, wasting no time before getting on top of you and attacking your lips with his.
Yoongi used this position as an advantage to grind down onto your clothed core, causing you to moan inside of his mouth. He chuckled before removing his lips from yours and putting them on one of your breasts. He used one of his hands to touch the breast that his lips weren’t on. He alternated between both breasts. You loved the feeling he was giving you.
Yoongi looked up at you, pressing his lips to yours as he slid your underwear off, both of you were both completely naked now.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, baby.” Yoongi admits before running his fingers up and down your folds. “You’re so wet for me. I love it, babe.”
You moaned as he stuck two fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to them. Since you were so wet, his fingers glided in and out easily. He curled his fingers inside of you, touching the special spot that make you gasp.
“Yoongi.” You moaned. “What is it, baby girl?” He asks.
You just wanted him inside of you already.
You moaned again and since you didn’t answer his question, Yoongi spoke again. “Use your words, baby. Unless you’re not going to get what you want.” He smirked.
“You’re such a tease.” You say as his fingers kept going in and out of you. “I’m just getting started.” He says, pressing his fingers against your spot.
“Yoongi! Fuck!” You yelled, shutting your eyes tightly. “What do you want, baby girl?” He asks.
“I want you, inside of me.” You said. “I am inside of you.” He said.
“No. I want your cock inside of me. Right now, Yoongi.” You finally say. “You want my cock? Beg for it, baby.” He responds.
“Please, Yoongi. I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck me right now. I’m so wet for you. Please.” You begged. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled, taking his fingers out of you.
He kissed your lips before aligning his length with your entrance. He gave you no time to prepare, or get used to it as he slid inside of you and began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.
He used one hand to prop himself up and placed the other hand on your thigh, gripping it as he easily pushed and pulled himself in and out of you.
He angled his hips a certain way and his length repeatedly pressed against your special spot as he went inside of you. “Oh my—yoongi!” You yelled, enjoying the pleasure that was being given to you.
“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this, y/n?” He asks before placing his lips on your neck.
He continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. You were basically shaking from pleasure underneath him.
“Yoongi, I’m so close.” You informed him, feeling your orgasm reach closer and closer.
“I’m not letting you cum that easily. Beg me if you want to cum.” He tells you, looking at you.
You shook your head, teasing him.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, shocked that you refused to obey him in a situation like this.
“Beg me.” He repeats himself.
You closed your eyes and bit your lip, holding back any sounds that would come from your mouth.
Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out of you completely before turning you so that you were laying with your stomach against the bed.
“On your hands and knees.” He instructs. You listened and did as told, having your ass on full display for him.
“I can’t believe you were being such a bad girl just then.” Yoongi says, rubbing both of your ass cheeks with his hands. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He asks.
You shook your head. “Bad girls get punished.” He tells you, just as you felt a sharp pain on your butt cheek.
Be sure to have heavy protections and shields up. There are magical practitioners on the other side of this from within your own communities who will potentially know how to exploit your work. Please be careful, you are important and deserve to be safe and so should feel good about setting up precautions.
10 Abusive Men’s conversational tactics every woman should be aware of:
1. Domination of conversation - at any cost
doesn’t matter what it takes - making up a story, repeating the same issue over
and over again, increasing the volume of his voice, calling you out on
unrelated-unreal issues, taking on a threatening pose to get your attention,
getting angry if you don’t carefully listen to what he has to say, throwing a
tantrum, accusing you of talking too much, beating down your words, I have even
seen abusive men cause fights because they wanted to dominate a conversation
with a woman. Last time I tried to talk to a woman, while abusive man was
standing next to her, he actually physically dragged her away, just so she
wouldn’t be able to get my attention, because I refused to give it to him
instead. In their minds, this is reasonable, because they feel we owe them that
much, and if we refuse to make them the center of attention, it’s aggression on
our part, and any action to beat us down to submission is acceptable and
“nothing else should be expected of him”.
2. “What I have to say is important at the
moment - every moment.”
trying to tell a story? He immediately comes up with a vaguely related story
that happened to someone he knew that is somehow suddenly more relevant than
what you wanted to say. You were trying to prove a point? He’s going to prove a
different point. You have a problem that bothers you? His much smaller problem
is bothering him much more, to the point where you have to feel bad for
bringing your problem up in the first place. You have an achivement you’re
proud of? Wait until you hear what he has done at some point in time that right
now feels more relevant to him. In his mind, what you have to say simply
doesn’t matter and it’s on him to figure out how to slowly bring that down to
you, so you’d finally shut up and accept that his confidence is to be
worshipped, yours beaten down.
3. Personal attack
be on you only if it makes you look bad. If you dared to insist that you’re
heard and given a basic bit of attention, or, heavens forbid, said something
that goes against his opinions and actions, you will immediately find yourself
under a personal attack. You’ll be called out on things that have nothing to do
with the subject. You will be deemed unfit to even speak about issues that
matter to you. Suddenly, even the issues that you have personal experience and
endless statistical data and proof, are not yours to speak of because “he
knows better”. You’ll be called slurs, humiliated, discredited, all your
knowledge of the subject will be perceived as “silly” and
“wrong”, not to mention you’re a horrible person for daring to speak
your mind on the subject. The point of personal attack is to make you look bad,
but you’re not supposed to notice how it makes him look way worse, you’re
supposed to feel rightfully called out and humbled, and fail to notice how your
basic human right of speech is being trampled on, how you’re being silenced and
hurt by emotional and psychological abuse by a man who found himself threatened
by truth you pointed out.
4. Double Standards
man” is an excuse not to listen, not to sympathize, not to offer
compassion, not to take responsibility for his actions, not to bother with
“woman logic”, not to question the consequences of his actions, not
to feel guilty for indulging in primarily male behaviour that harms women but
is excusable because “all men do it”. “You’re a woman” is
an excuse to hold you responsible for men’s actions, and obliged to please men,
to maintain your social value and appearance up to certain standards, to
fulfill all male expectations and fantasies and ideas about what you should be,
otherwise what good you are for? And even if you do all that, you’ll end up
reduced to a slur and disposed of whenever it pleases a man to do just that.
And don’t be surprised, what did you expect? They’re men.
5. Social Truth
statistics, experiences, facts, consequences and practical knowledge all have
zero value before men’s social perception of what’s going on. Men have already
decided that it’s them who’s suffering the worst. They’ve already decided
they’re the one who need better treatment and more privileges and liberation
from oppression. Men have affirmed this with each other, they’ve agreed amongst
themselves that women are oppressive, bother them too much, ask for too much,
don’t give them enough, don’t do enough for them. How could women expect for
their issues to be taken seriously when men don’t feel like they’ve done enough
for them? Men will offer you countless examples where he was expecting
something from a woman and she didn’t fulfil it, so how dare she imply she
could be the one who’s oppressed? How dare any woman claim anything about her
life, her body, her experiences, her problems? Men have already agreed they
know better, they feel confident about it because his friends and male
relatives and co-workers and bosses and acquaintances will all confirm to him
he’s exactly right, he’s telling the truth, how could some miser woman now
claim differently? She must be stupid. Truth commonly accepted among men will
ignore all evidence, all male privilege, all objective truth, all statistics,
all proof. They don’t examine it critically more than “is this going in
our favour” and that’s all they need to yell it from rooftops, to
violently shut down every woman’s voice claiming differently, speaking from
different perspective. They have support. They have backup. Countless men will
agree with them. It’s all they need. Truth doesn’t matter.
6. What they don’t consider lying
lying. If a lie needs to be told in order for a man to get something out of a
woman he otherwise wouldn’t get - it’s considered fair play, in his mind. How
could you blame him? After all, if he didn’t lie, he wouldn’t get what he
wanted? Isn’t this how all people do things? Isn’t it a way of life? How could
you expect him to tell the truth when it wasn’t going in his favour? He won’t
even feel guilty. But instead, if you don’t react to his lie the way you should
have - in his mind - then you are the bad one. How could you not believe his
word, give him your full trust and obedience and perfect reactions he so deeply
deserves? How could you even consider that he would lie to you? You don’t know
what’s real, you can’t act like he’s lying when you don’t even know if he is.
He is excused in saying any lie at all, but you aren’t allowed to doubt it,
otherwise how will he get what he wanted and feel completely free of guilt
while doing it? You should enable that much to a man, to lie and get away with
it, get all he wants, and to feel like a genius for tricking everyone in such a
cunning way. Oh, and you shouldn’t feel cheated and lied to because, you know,
it wasn’t personal, it was just so he could get what he wants, you weren’t a
person to him in this entire scheme, just a prop, you should feel stupid for
falling for it, but you know, it’s his win.
7. “I’m reasonable” voice tone
All your passion
and emotions that get out of you while you speak that would normally be a proof
of how important and valuable talking about this issue is to you, yet he
decides to perceive as you obviously spouting nonsense from being too
emotional. Does he know you’re telling the truth? Of course he does. Does he
know how being invalidated and accused of being “too emotional” and
“hysterical” hurts you? Of course he does. Does he care? No. All he
wants from you in that moment is to adapt to perspective that benefits him,
rather than the one you’re presenting - you know, the one that actually
expresses what’s going on and leads to acknowledgment and resolving of your
problems. He isn’t interested in you being in less pain or you speaking out the
truth, or you struggling less or you bringing to light how much you’re
struggling with. Be reasonable. Adapt male perspective. See yourself how men
see you. Quit having your own perspective, you know that’s not reasonable. Quit
showing emotions about an issue that is of a big personal value to you. Look at
me. I’m reasonable. You mean nothing to me. Your struggles mean nothing to me.
Be like that. Don’t mean anything to yourself. Be only a benefit to me. Then
you too can pretend all your issues are made up. After all your pain means
nothing in comparison to benefits we get from it. It’s easy to speak with
“I’m reasonable” voice and straight, emotionless face while talking
about an issue that doesn’t affect you whatsoever, and you don’t care about the
one who is affected, and benefit from what they’re suffering from.
8. “How can you call me out when there’s
be grateful he isn’t worse. He could do worse. He knows he could. He saw other
men doing much worse, and thought to himself “damn, I’m nice, this is how
things are done when women don’t listen” instead of, you know, intervening
and saving someone from abuse like a decent person would do. He saw how cruel
men are in other parts of the world. He made sure to remember it and inform
women what they could expect from worse men, to remind them to be grateful that
he, a nice man, isn’t like that. Now, if you’re going to call anyone out, you
should first make sure to call out every guy who is worse, otherwise how is
this fair towards him? If a guy who did worse isn’t called out, but he, the
“nice” guy is, that is the greatest injustice ever done to mankind,
and he will feel hurt and things will be unfair for him. What about you, you
ask? What about him hurting you that caused you to call him out in the first
place? Oh what’s fair to you doesn’t matter, you are the one who needs to make
the world fair for him, or, you know, he might get worse, and it will be
entirely your fault, since you didn’t arrange the world to be absolutely and
completely fair towards him.
9. “I decide how you should react/your
reaction is a provocation.”
behaviour is decided by his rules, and every single emotion, thought and action
you make should only be made in his convenience. It lies on the premise that
only he gets to be a human being and show his emotions freely and react the way
he wants, you unfortunately, do not get the human privileges, if you react the
humane way - get upset when you’re hurt, get angry when things are unfair and
infuriating, point out double standards, argue and demand that your word
matters too, want to have your feeling acknowledged or even argue that you have
a say in how you should be treated - you’ve overstepped, and suddenly you are
all wrong and whatever he does to you in return is what you deserved by provoking him. That’s, right, you being
a human being is a provocation, it’s a dangerous straying from the object
you’re supposed to be - that you are in his eyes, and you have to be
“shown your place”, because after all, his convenience is more
important than your life, and you’re only there to obey him and make him feel
good about himself. Even while he’s hurting you. Even while he’s using you.
Even while you’re reduced to a less than a human being.
10. “You haven’t considered this issue
from my perspective enough”
you should look at things from his perspective. But you do. There’s never been
a moment you didn’t consider his perspective. Just as there’s never been a
moment he has considered yours. And the mere idea of taking a moment to consider
your perspective - if he’s even aware that you can have one, and that your
words aren’t just there to be crushed until he gets his way - is offensive and
crazy to him. Instead, you get called out for not seeing things his way enough. As if you’re the one who is
inconsiderate and refusing to acknowledge that he is just a human and that you
can’t expect that much from him. But you’ve never forgotten that he’s a human.
And you never expected that much, just to not be continually hurt and used by
him, and to be treated like a valued human being. But suddenly this is too
much? Too much to expect from a fellow human being? Isn’t it a lot like he’s
forgotten you’re a human being, and calling you out on something that he
actually did? Cruel hypocrisy that he doesn’t even seem to notice because it’s
so natural and normal to him to call you out for his own wrongdoings, and to
attack you if you’re not willing to obediently take blame.
@women: If a man is
talking in this fashion he will get worse, not better. Ditch him at any cost.
@men: this was a list of abusive behaviour, if
you don’t do any of these, there’s no reason for you to feel called out, if you
do feel called out, I have bad news for you.
A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.
Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.
Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.
“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.
“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.
“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.
“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”
“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.
“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.
There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”
You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.
“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.
Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.
Why should you care? You decided you would do it.
“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.
“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision
“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.
“Oh that’s not so bad.”
“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”
“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.
None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.
“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.
Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.
“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.
“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”
“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.
“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.
“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.
“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”
“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.
Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.
When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.
“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.
The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”
“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.
You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.
“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.
“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.
“You saw?” His jaw clenched.
“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.
Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.
“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.
“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.
The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.
The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.
“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.
“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.
“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.
He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.
“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.
You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.
He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.
He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.
He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.
He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.
“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”
You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.
One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.
“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.
He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.
“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.
“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.
His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.
“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.
“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.
“Do you like that doll?”
“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.
“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.
“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”
“I love it Daddy, please, harder." He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.
So, @witches-ofcolor and I were talking about how we feel
(and others) that the natural hair community has pretty much forgotten that
type 4 (especially 4c) hair exists. Type 4 people aren’t being as praised and
recognized in the natural hair community as we should despite the fact that the
natural hair movement was kind of made for us.
Type four girls/boys are the ones who were supposed to be
uplifted by the movement and encouraged and people tend to forget we exist.
Even worse, people (even in the natural hair community) act
like having type 4 hair especially 4c hair is a bad thing. So many people don’t
go natural because they fear they’re gonna have type 4 hair.
So…that said, we
think there needs to be a day to appreciate people with type 4 hair. The natural
hair community has done such a bad job at it as it is, even natural hair
product companies ignore type 4 people, so we need a day to ourselves.
So on July 1st 2017, we are going to be hosting a
little event in appreciation for Type 4 hair. It’s simple, if you have type 4
hair, then just post a picture of yourself (or submit to this blog), and we’ll
reblog it. The day will be tagged #naturalhair day, so make sure you tag that.
This way, there will be some well needed recognition for
type 4 people.
So please, reblog this post, and spread the word. Because Type
4 hair is so underappreciated and I think a day like this will show people just
how amazing their hair is.
If you have any questions please ask!
I’ll probably make more promos later on! So follow this blog for updates or just track #naturalhair day, to keep up with updates! Thanks!
Summary: The reader always knew Dean Winchester was the one. But when her college quarterback boyfriend gets considered for the pros, they let each other drift apart so he could go after his dream. Seven years later, Dean realizes just what happened all those years ago…
Pairing: Football Player!Dean x reader
Word Count: 8,500ish
Warnings: language, angst, self-depreciation
A/N: Thank you to @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday for giving me the inspiration for this story! Written in split POV between Dean and the reader…
People say that if you love someone, you should tell them. Even if you’re scared, even if you think it’ll burn your life to the ground, tell them. Tell them that your bed feels lonely without them. Tell them no matter how busy your day is your mind always somehow ends up thinking about their strawberry stained lips. Tell them you love them before it’s too late because I promise to God that there is nothing worse than spending the rest of your life thinking about the “what ifs” and “could’ve beens”.
no halloween costume. this was me after the accident i had from getting hit by a bus. thank god for his protection over me. because it really could’ve been worse. wasn’t ever confident on how i looked but glad i wasn’t dead. don’t take anything for granted even the little things. i feel i complain about so much when i should be grateful even for the small shit. but just know i’m all good now. enjoy life you guys, be free, make sure you protect yourself at all causes because it’s some crazy shit going on out there.
Ship them, love them, write or draw them all you want. But do NOT start tagging them in stuff, or accusing them of hiding it, or any of this other bullshit I’m seeing.
They don’t like it! That should be enough of a reason for you to stop!!! They are trying their best to portray accurate lgbt romance on screen and trying to be polite when they say they don’t like the accusations, so how on earth can you respect and like them when you’re doing this to them???
Clearly this is not everyone, not even everyone who ships DomKat. It’s the ones who are still putting it out there and trying to get their attention on it, who are still hating on Ray, who are still trying to pressure these wonderful ladies into admitting their “hidden sexualities and feelings.”
It needs to stop. Out of respect for the show, respect for WayHaught, respect for Ray, respect for Kat and Dom, IT NEEDS TO STOP. There is no argument. There is no “But I-“ or “What if-“
Stop. Just stop. Leave them out of it. If you like them, you should be able to respect it when they ask you to stop. They are clearly uncomfortable about the questioning and it makes them feel awkward about how close of friends they are.
It’s not okay, and it’s sickening to see that some of our fandom is turning to this. It’s only been getting worse recently, not better. You do not have some divine right to dictate their personal lives, who they do or don’t love, and what their sexualities are or are not. You don’t get to say that. They do. Only they are allowed to say and feel these things. Your opinions do not dictate them.