i want to go to this place

Imagine reassuring bestfriend!Woozi when he starts getting doubtful of his own abilities as an producer and composer.

BONUS: Imagine bestfriend!Woozi telling you that he appreciates all the support you’ve given to him and his career.

Okay so I kind of want the next big character arc for Stranger Things season 3 to be for Mrs. Wheeler.

I really want to see her get the guts to stand up to her trash husband and take what she wants from life. Maybe she tries to get satisfaction from Billy but ultimately realizes he is a Human Pile of Feces. But before she leaves him (and let me reassure you, she does) she hears him making these off-hand comments about his sister, something about a fight, nails and bats and all the kids and Steve Harrington at the Byers’ place last year? And after using her gossiping skills to figure out What The Hell Is Going On™  she ends up getting initiated into the Demogorgon Hunters / Mindflayer Resistance.

Like, just imagine with me for a moment a season 3 Karen Wheeler at the end of her rope, having nothing left to lose, and realizing that some monster hunted her daughter, almost killed both of her kids (aka the only good that has come out of her horrible marriage)actually did kill Nancy’s best friend, and that for two years she had no damn clue? 

And that’s to say nothing of when she finds out the “Russian spy” is actually this crazy telekinetic superchild who saved her city, her children, and is basically dating her son? Like Eleven is weird and all but she is a hero, and Mike adores her, and her existence means that the Department of Energy, the government, that Ted lied to her even more than she had previously thought.

And after learning all of this, after absorbing all the ways she’s been lied to, all the times she almost lost her children, all the reasons she should be furious, then the Mindflayer comes back to take revenge on this little adorable weirdo who wants to kiss her son, and something just snaps.

Hold my chardonnay, Michael, mommy’s got to kick some demogorgon ass. 

anonymous asked:

How are you? How has your day been?

It’s been pretty alright, woke up a little late yesterday because I was up all night rendering videos for my streaming channel which made me overlseep going to the gym and I was angry at myself because I wanted to go badly.

But that’s fine, since I’ll be doing a lot of walking this weekend and then I’ll get back to my schedule on wednesday when my mom is back home.
and yeah, got into the car and drove for 3 hours to my mom place where I am right now and can’t wait to head to dutch comic con tomorrow because I get to meet the lovely @honnojis !!!! I’m so excite

tyrion-my-wayward-lannister  asked:

I cant find anything regarding the WHY the NDP is forcing the debate. Im curious if you know of anything that explains why.

The Ontario NDP explain in detail why, here:

Back to work bill to pass by Sunday, NDP forcing debate

The crux of it:

“The NDP does not support anti-worker legislation that leaves a broken system in place – but by doing nothing for five weeks, it’s become clear that’s what Kathleen Wynne wanted all along,” said NDP House Leader Gilles Bisson. “Kathleen Wynne wanted to ram this through Thursday night and go home for the weekend. The NDP will force the parties to return to the house and give this bill, at least, its due diligence and debate.”



Unfortunately, with the back-to-work legislation, issues like student compensation and fixing the structural and funding problems at colleges will go unresolved, although the NDP will raise those issues throughout the weekend.

Also from this article:

“It’s my job to review legislation,” Ontario NDP leader Andrea Horwath said of her party’s opposition. “Nobody would sign a contract without even looking at it or buy a car from a used car salesman without reviewing what the car looked like.”

She said she felt sorry for students, but Premier Kathleen Wynne was ultimately to blame for chronically underfunding colleges.

[…]

Horwath told CP24 on Friday morning that the tabling of the back-to-work legislation “begs the question of what has been happening for the last five weeks.”

She said that the funding for colleges per student is lower in Ontario than in any other Canadian province; something that she said may be ultimately responsible for the lengthy strike.

“That is why colleges use part time instructors and contract instructors and not full time people. If the government wants to have quality college education than they need to pay for it,” she said.

Horwath said that the back-to-work legislation will pass by Sunday but she said that her caucus will sit all weekend to ensure that “the government’s conservative-style, anti-worker legislation” isn’t put into place without a fight.

Mun stuff

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 A random chapter in Outlander, I think it was the sixth book? Idk this girl I work with raves about it so I flipped to a page and started reading. Turns out there’s a lot of sex in that book. Like a lot.

Here I’ll even give y’all a selfie. (I look so unhappy. I’m really not I swear, I just have a resting bitch face)

anonymous asked:

the lesbian of lesbian here.... and I just wanted to say sorry for that ignorant person. It honestly baffles me when people use history to exclude LGBTQIA+ people...... considering the Trans people were the ones who paved the way for LGBTQIA+ rights in the first place and get left out of everything.. but that's a whole different tangent I could go on. ANYWAYS...... if you or whoever the hell else wants to use femme, butch, dyke or whatever to describe themselves, go fucking for itttt

Thank you for this (: and I do think it’s all related I mean here’s a lot of exclusion in the lgbt community from all sides

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RipCurlBound

I’m Daniel, 37, brown hair, dark dark brown eyes, almost black. Olive skin, Latino and 5′5″. I’m into anything tight, the more coverage the better. Wetsuitsareawesome. Add a gasmask and some ropes to keep me in place and I’m a happy, horny little camper.

 Part 1

It was looking to be a good long weekend, Friday had started and I had no plans, just me chilling in my wetsuits at home, it was going to be great.

I woke up early from excitement, and headed to my closet. I opened it and my collection of wetsuits greeted me with that familiar smell of seawater, neoprene and just a hint of sweat, my sweat. “good morning babies,” I said with a huge smile, “who wants to go first.”

I touched the thin 2mm Oneill suit; I brushed past my 4mm suits, ripcurl, quicksilver and excel; and stopped my hand on the 5.5mm billabong suit.

I think I’ll just go with the old trustworthy RipCurl, I stripped and placed my left foot into the wetsuit leg pulling over my ankle, I did the same for the right foot, then pulled the suit up my legs I needed to smooth it out a few times. I loved the feeling of the neoprene between my fingers and my legs nearly as much as I loved the tight hugging feeling surrounding my legs. My dick responded and slowly inflated.

I readjusted my member to sit comfortably in an upward sideward position, then proceeded to pull the suit further up, now around my waist. I pulled my arms into place through the sleeves and adjusted my shoulders smoothing out the suit as I went along. The medium suit was maybe a pinch too small for me but I liked the fact that it was that little bit extra tight.

I reached behind me and grabbed the zipper cord and pulled it up, feeling the material surround my torso and pull taught around my muscular chest. My cock reacted instantly and I felt it growing between my skin and the suit.

I headed over to my mirror to admire myself a little.

I picked up the boots, gloves and hood ready to put them on, but at the last minute decided to leave them for later.

With that I headed to the kitchen to whip up a breakfast. I had my breakfast and watched some TV, then played some xbox. This was a going to be an epic weekend just me chilling in my suit. I did some more things around the house, and like it does when one is having fun, time flew. It was already lunchtime.

I decided to head over to the beach pizza hut to get my favourite Hawaiian pizza. I threw on some tracksuit pants and a hoody over my wetsuit, not sure if it was really hiding it or if it looked super weird, but who cared.

I ordered the pizza and went to sit on a log with my feet in the sand, I was there for a while when a buddy of mine walked up the beach.

It was Matt, he looked so good walking up the beach with his wet Oneill suit hugging his tall muscular body. His short blonde hair was almost dry already, and he was carrying his surfboard under his arm.

“Danny boy”, he greeted from afar, “Whats good bro?”

“Aah, nothing much, just enjoying the longweekend.”

“You came to surf?” he asked looking at my wetsuit. So you can see it I thought to myself, but tried to act nonchalant about it.

“Nah, I wanted to but doesn’t seem like the waves are brewing.” I tried to sound confident and threw in a slang term, brewing? Is that even a real saying?

“ha-ha, yeah same here, was out there for a while now but no good waves coming in. Now I’ll just head home.”

“Order up.” Came a call from inside. I headed and got the pizza.

We were about to part ways when I opened my mouth again, “Well you could come over to my place for lunch, this pizza is way too much for me alone, and I’d enjoy a partner for my xbox missions.”

He hesitated for a second then decided to come along, we headed back to my place and went inside straight to the TV room and started the xbox. As the game was loading I casually stripped to my wetsuit, before remembering I had a guest. As I turned back I see that Matt had made himself comfortable on the couch, still clad in only his wetsuit, maybe not even realising I matched him.

I dropped onto the couch next to him and grabbed a slice of pizza, and the gaming commenced.

After he had died, in the game, and I was trying to still salvage the mission, I could feel his eyes were not on the screen anymore but on my body. Then I felt his hand touching my thigh, I instinctively paused the game and looked into his eyes.

He looked back into mine and said these words that shook my world, “Hey Daniel, would you like to be my little wetsuit gimp for the weekend?”

A few seconds of silence crept by before we broke the gaze and both burst out laughing. The laughter faded quickly as we both contemplated what just happened. An awkward silence fell over the room.

“I was just saying that…” Matt started explaining trying to get out of the uncomfortable silence.

“I’ll do it,” I cut him off, “You can tie me up right now.”

“O-Okay,” he seemed flustered, but quickly composed himself. “Let’s make it fair, I tie you up and we see if you can escape, if you don’t then I own you for the weekend, If you do escape it’s up to you what happens next.”

I dropped the game controller and headed to my bedroom followed closely by Matt. He dropped his backpack on the floor and opened it up, and pulled out about five coils of rope.

Instantly his entire demeanour changed. I got up on my bed ready to be tied up.

“On the floor Danny Boy, that’s where you belong.” His body language and voice tone suggested I do as he says, I got off the bed and stood in front of him. “Ok, turn around and place your palms together.”

I did as instructed but was surprised when the first rope I felt was around my elbows, he looped them a few time before pulling them tight, but not too tight. Instantly I felt the wetsuit around my chest pull tighter than it already was, my pecs and abs now clearly on display as well as the erection that had returned for the first time since this morning. I felt him working the ropes around my elbows until I felt the rope circled around my wrists.

I glanced behind me and saw that there was still some rope left, that’s when I felt his hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and forced me onto my knees, then helped me onto my stomach, after which he quickly bound my ankles together very closely to my wrists.

I was dressed in my RipCurl suit and in a hogtie, could this day get any better, it was about to…

Matt flipped me over onto my back, I felt a little exposed with my rock hard cock clearly showing through my wetsuit.

Then Matt did the second unbelievable act for the day, he leaned in over my body to bring his face to my crotch, which meant my face was at his crotch, he proceeded to lightly kiss my erection through my suit. I was enjoying a front row seat to Matt Jr., who was also engorged by now. He moved back slowly as I watched his abs pass my eyesight, then his pecs, then his strong neck till finally our mouths were at the same place, he leaned in and gave me a soft upside down kiss.

As his lips moved away he spoke, “you have five minutes to get free, otherwise.”

“Five minutes, is that all”, he didn’t give me any time to relish in the kiss. I tried my wrists and my ankles, such a simple tie, but so secure. Matt knows his ropes. Theres no way I can escape this, wait, I think I feel a little slack around my elbows. I worked my elbows in circular motions focusing all my energy into this one motion.

The wetsuit grew warm very quickly and I felt a little sweat build up on my forehead. Matt came back into my field of view, his body perfectly encased in his wetsuit and his steel blue eyes staring straight into my eyes.

“Times up, my little gimp.”

With that he pushed a rubber ball into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. He reached deeper into his backpack and produced some leather belts and I think I heard chains rattle.

I looked up at my bedside clock. It was only 3 o’clock on Friday. I was going to be Matts toy until Monday afternoon.

This was going to be an EPIC longweekend.


to be continued…


thanks @wetsuitsareawesome

  • “can we go shopping?” alec asks as he’s folding laundry at magnus’s place. 
  • “… you want to go shopping? for groceries or something?” magnus stays not looking up from the book he’s reading. 
  • “no… for clothes. i think if i have to wear another piece of black clothing that’s not gear i might just start walking around naked.” 
  • magnus drops his book. “you… want to shop for clothes?” magnus asks a smile creeping onto his face. 
  • alec looks at him like he has six heads. the sweater he’s attempting to fold is unraveling. “yeah…” 
  • magnus smiles, beams at him as a matter of fact, and sets his book to the side. “let’s get going then!” 
  • “it’s nighttime magnus…” alec says, smiling at his boyfriend. 
  • “it’s october it’s always nighttime.” without a second thought magnus snaps his fingers and a portal opens up to Macy’s. “i hope you’re not having second thoughts?” 
  • “no! let’s go!” alec says happily. 
  • they spend a grand total of 3 hours picking out clothes. alec gets some graphic tees (even a rainbow one!), a few button up shirts for work, slacks, and skinny jeans. it’s a mix of work and casual. 
  • when they get to the register magnus steps in front of alec, who already has his debit card out, and swipes his macy’s card fast as lightning before alec can protest. 
  • alec rolls his eyes, leave it to magnus to spoil him. 
  • as they walk out onto 34th street alec stops magnus and kisses him. “thank you. you’re wonderful. i guess i’m just more comfortable being myself now that i’ve got you in my life.”
4

Before you say anything–yes, I did completely unintentionally name my MC Riley Beaumont!! It has haunted me to this very day!!

What a juicy chapter, and full of Drake-y goodness! Also, round of applause for the revealing of Maxwell’s middle name!!

The moments with Drake were so touching in the diamond scene. I’m finding it harder and harder to decide on one person I want. I love Liam, yes, but also Drake and Maxwell (if our beloved Maxwell Percival doesn’t become an LI I think I’ll die).

I didn’t do Liam’s scene today. I did the one last week, and it just felt a little out of place to go with Liam today because everything was centered around Drake this chapter. I’m also starting to feel like I know what to expect every time I see Liam. It doesn’t help that they tend to use the same set-up of  “Want to escape with me to __?”

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to confronting the queen and talking to Bertrand again once it sinks in that he’s a father. I’m also wondering what he meant when he said that Savannah misinterpreted their last conversation…

What a great chapter!!!

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

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a blessed fancam.

so like of course the ‘who?’ line is heart wrenching and the total star of the scene but the thing that always gets me is the 

‘And as his body falls, further and further down, you realize you don’t know who that is. And as you fall to your knees on the deck of this ship that has served as your home for 100 long years you realize you don’t know where you are and you don’t know how you got here’ 

just the panic and confusion that taako’s gotta be going through as his entire life is rewritten in his mind and all that he knows is he’s lost and he killed a man who was smiling at him