i wanted to repost it here so we can all enjoy it

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

Right so I’ve made posts about this before but I just wanted to say something, speaking as someone who has never had credit stolen and has really only seen a couple friends experience that as well. My point being, I’m not just coming from some emotional self righteous place. I’m coming from a place of being a human being who believes in the common sense that if somebody created something, they should get credit for it. A fact which is apparently lost on or ignored by many people.

Let’s get some things straight:

  • Tagging or captioning something “not mine” does not make it okay to post without credit.
  • Saying “thanks but that’s not mine” when people compliment your post does not mean you’re giving credit.
  • People who create original content deserve to be credited. Some posters may have spent hours creating something, only to watch it be posted by someone who didn’t put in any of that effort, and gain recognition and likes and what have you without crediting the person who made it exist in the first place.
  • It doesn’t matter if it’s a photograph or a drawing (those seem to be the most common). Give credit to the creator.
  • It takes. So. Little. Time. To credit. Ideas in descending order according to length and effort:
    • Reposted from ____
    • Originally from ____
    • Posted by ____
    • Credit to ____
    • From _____ (that’s literally four letters, plus a link or username. I think you can handle that)
  • If you can’t find the original post via reverse Google search, at least link back to the source URL. It’s simply the decent thing to do.
  • Who really enjoys stupid, stressful arguments over credit? The offenders get defensive and mad, the posters get hurt and even angrier, and it all could be prevented by the simple act of crediting.
  • Like seriously. If for no other reason, just credit the damn person to avoid clogging people’s dashes with angry posts, wasting everyone’s time in blocking you, and getting into fights with internet people you’ll never see in real life.
  • Isn’t plagiarism bad? I mean the school system, internet, and life failed you drastically if you’ve never heard of plagiarism. People get suspended, failed, and expelled for it. So clearly that’s not cool.
  • As a final note, it would be very nice of you to even consider ASKING permission *gasp* before reposting. What a NOVEL idea! Let’s look at some options, shall we?
    • I wish I could *insert skill here* like you. Maybe you could give me some pointers? In the meantime would it be okay if I reposted this for inspiration/reference?
    • Hi! I really love this post and I was wondering if I could repost it to my *insert social media here*
    • Hey! Do you mind if I repost this? (oh DAMN look at that, that one took me less than 30 seconds to type. Holy shit the miracles of giving credit)

Long story short, JUST GIVE CREDIT. I cannot wrap my mind around why people find this such an insurmountable burden. Usually you got the photo directly from the source anyway, so you know where it came from. And it takes less than 5 minutes to do a reverse Google image search; if you can’t find ANY information, either consider not posting it and asking permission to repost something else, or at least put down the URL to indicate that this is not original content.

THE END.

P.S. Give credit. Please.

Boku No hero Academia Light Novel No.2 Translations

t/n: I overly underestimated the difference in Japanese syntax structure to that of English, and it was honestly so hard trying to translate it in a way where it’d make sense, but not stray too much from what the original writing was trying to portray?? idk but, nonetheless, I’ve come to discover my enjoyment through translating ^_^ though I’d just want to point out my Japanese is far from native, I’m terrible and have become absolute poop over the last couple months, so please when reading, please understand and excuse grammatical errors, mistakes etc. 

I also want to mention that updates or translation won’t be frequent or anything :( as I’m doing this alongside my thesis atm, but will make the effort to update parts/chapters when I have time.

and last but not least, if you can, please try to refrain from reposting and, or at least credit this post! but yeah, thank you very much and I hope you enjoy! ^_^ <3

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Snowbound

A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.

Nothing.

Okay.

Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”

“SHIT”

“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.

“Anything?”

He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”

Oh.

OH!

Wait.

“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”

Huh.

You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.

“W-w-what?”

“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.

“Excellent.”

Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.

“Hmmmm?”

“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

art theft in the phandom

This morning I woke up to several panicked messages from friends letting me know that somebody had tweeted a drawing of mine, claimed that it was their own, and that Phil had ‘liked’ this stolen artwork on twitter:

This person not only had the gall to upload it and suggest that they’d made it, but they also criticised the way I had drawn his face and then accepted compliments from other people, as seen in this screenshot:

This drawing means a lot to me. Ready Player One has been my favourite novel for four years now, and I was thrilled when Phil first mentioned it in one of his liveshows. It’s not a particularly well-known book, and it made me so happy to hear that Phil also enjoyed it.

I spent nine hours on that drawing. Nine hours hunched over that damn graphics tablet with a cramping hand and shoulders. I constantly redrew the pose even though I suck at anatomy because I wanted it to be perfect. I worked right into the early hours of the morning because I didn’t want to stop. I was so excited. I knew that Phil would enjoy this drawing.

The only other time I’ve been noticed by Dan or Phil was in 2015, when I tweeted another artwork at Phil. He ‘liked’ it and I almost had a heart attack.  It was an incredible feeling and I wanted to feel that again.
Everybody here knows how difficult it is to be noticed by Dan and Phil. Most people never get it. I was certain that this artwork would be recognised, and I was correct. It just wasn’t in the way that I wanted it to be.

The art thief deleted the tweet after being called out (they haven’t apologised or answered any of my messages yet), and I’ve posted my drawing again in an attempt to have it rightfully credited to me. Despite my best efforts, I doubt that Phil will see it again, or, if he does, I don’t know whether he’ll act. The pride and accomplishment that I felt after completing this drawing has been marred by this shitty, talentless person with low self-esteem and weak ethics. And what happened to me isn’t an isolated incident.

Take, for example, @phantheraglama and @maddox-rider’s constant struggle with people who repost their art. Or when @arctoids and @incaseyouart discovered that their work was traced and used in Dan’s The Urge video. I was there when @pinofs found themselves in a situation similar to mine, when Dan liked a tweet from someone who traced their drawing. 

It’s not limited to ‘art’ artists either. Some of my friends, @phansdick, @insanityplaysfics and @crescendohowell have their incredible phanfiction reposted constantly. @moaninghowell, @themostfuniveverhad and @moonlitdan’s edits have been stolen and posted, too. And this isn’t everyone. These are only the people I’m aware of, and the ones who are lucky enough to have had their plight seen by others. There are many, many other artists who don’t have enough followers to be noticed, or who never get the recognition they deserve because the thief has more followers than they do, and anything they say is overshadowed by that.

After scouring through copyright and code of conduct laws for various social media, I’ve learnt that unfortunately there is nothing you can really do except report the problem and hope that staff are able to delete the offending post. Since most phan artists don’t actually legally buy a copyright, we are completely reliant on the decency of others to prevent art theft from occurring. Most of the phandom is great and works to support artists, but unfortunately, the bad eclipses the good. The ‘good’ majority is irrelevant when there are ‘bad’ people out there, doing bad things.

So how do you stop this from happening? You can’t. There are, however, ways to make it harder for people to actually steal your art, a lesson I wish I had taken to heart before this happened.

1. Put your watermark in a noticeable place and make it your username, not your actual name. Write it somewhere that has a distinctive pattern or colours that are hard to replicate so that nobody can brush over it easily.

2. Specify in your caption what you’d like done with your art. Every artist is different – some are okay with people reposting their art with credit, others aren’t. Make sure you tell people what you want, as many people repost things with the good intention of getting it more recognition. 

3. If all else (including nicely messaging them) fails, report the shit out of the person.

And to anyone who has ever stolen art, know this: Your way of getting recognised by Dan and Phil is crap. Any reblog, like, note or compliment that you get is OURS. None of that goodness is directed to you. You have done nothing but shit on the hard work and achievements of other people. You’re the scum of the phandom.

I think that Vic, from @incaseyouart, phrased it really well: It takes many years to develop a fine skill such as drawing, because to learn is to develop your style by referencing other artists and material. Tracing and reposting someone’s image, and other forms of art theft, are cheap ways of reproducing art. It is plagiarism of great effort. Not only does it steal from the original artist’s feelings of accomplishment and pride over their creation, it also discourages proper skill development. Do not repost, create. Do not steal, learn.

I hope that we can start up a discussion about art theft again. I really don’t want anyone else to go through this stressful and disheartening experience.


Update: The person has apologised and seems to regret what they’ve done. Phil also liked my post on Twitter again! Thanks to everyone who helped, and Phil for seeing the issue and fixing it :) Even though this was a win for me, unfortunately art theft is still a huge issue. Let’s not forget that.

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TRANS RESISTANCE SYMBOL

(Reposting this so it’s under my new blog name)

I’ve long been kind of annoyed with the traditional circle-with-lines-coming-off-it design. Its round but not round, a little too on the nose and imho kinda blasé. I decided to deconstruct it and make it a bit more visually appealing.

I also felt in these fucked up times a better symbol was needed for trans resistance and insurrection. Easy to recreate, memorable, visually impacting.

The break down is of course the masculine and feminine symbol for trans men and women, the combined symbol for genderqueer identities and the circle crossed by the lines for nonbinary genders. The direction of the lines implies movement, striking out in multiple directions.
Included above are a black on white and white on black version with a circle border as well as the glyph itself. The images are 17″x17″ @ 500dpi so if you want you can make stuff and it should be crisp. And because I’m leftist trash have some flags!

ALSO: PLEASE SPREAD THIS!!! I want this symbol and it’s ideal to be spread far and wide. I want people to know what it means and that trans people will no longer be forced to reside on the margins of society. We are here, and we are going to fight for our lives with all we have. So long as you’re art/group/statement keeps with these ideals and those of liberation for all trans people (keep it intersectional, folx) then use it! Let me know if you do (tag me/link to this post) cause I wanna see!

Enjoy, and keep fighting 💖

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD "In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!"

Hi!

Today I have something different for you~ :D I translated a special drama CD from Dark Fate. It’s pretty funny, so enjoy! ^^

Special thanks to @violet-sin for providing me with this drama CD! <3 :D

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know, so I can correct them. Thanks! ;D

And please don’t repost!


Title: Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD In the Demon World’s style?! Who can you call a “bad” guy?!

Japanese title: DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE ステラワース特典ドラマCD「魔界的!? 『ワル』ってどんなヤツ!?」

Cast: Sakamaki Laito (CV: Hirakawa Daisuke), Sakamaki Shū (CV: Toriumi Kōsuke), Tsukinami Shin (CV: Morikubo Shōtarō)

Duration: 14:26

Track: [ X ]

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header graphic by @squirrellygirlart || @miraculousblackout

Let’s talk about reposting, shall we? c:

I’m a little late to the party because I’m a dumdum who thought this was in August, but here we go. Long post ahead.

Funnily enough (or not), because I was late to join this protest, I posted a comic celebrating a follower milestone during the blackout and barely 2 HOURS later, it got reposted on Instagram. I kid you not:

(if you can’t see it, I posted mine 20 hours ago, and the repost was made 19 hours ago)

Anyway, this really puts a bad taste in my mouth. Not only was my work reposted almost immediately after it was made, it was also by someone who doesn’t even follow me AND they even changed up the caption for their own, thereby erasing my message for the comic I made.

I feel really disrespected as a creator. I made that comic to thank my followers, and right off the bat someone who is not even following me goes on and snatches it up.

The intent to repost this before anyone else was clear. Not once have I received a message asking for permission. It’s like… nobody cared to ask me first? It’s okay as long as they slap my name on the description like “lairep on tumblr made this”? Haha. no

Did they directly link the original post? Did they directly link my blog? No. And let’s be real, who’s even going to bother manually typing my name on the searchbar to go to my blog to see more of my posts when they can easily find them on some reposter’s account? Just giving the name is not enough credit. Just giving a name is not enough “exposure” or whatever new excuse a reposter has for doing it.

I’m not asking for much. Just don’t make me feel this way. Like I don’t matter besides providing content for you to peruse as you please. I do this for fun and I enjoy sharing, but I have the right to share in however way I want to. I’m the one making it, not you.

It took me a lot of courage to even start posting anything at all, because I’ve had previous experience of art theft that drove me from drawing and sharing for years… and if this goes on—- let’s just say I don’t want a repeat of that. I want to share, I want to make content, so please don’t do things that would make me want to stop.

Please don’t make other creators feel this way. Let creators feel like they matter. That you appreciate them. That you want them to keep making content you and others would enjoy. Make them feel the joy they give you with their posts. Make them feel like staying in the fandom instead of leaving.

Don’t steal, don’t repost. At the very least, drop a line to ask permission. It’s not hard to click links and type words. Even just to show you respect them as a person. It’ll be worth it, I promise. c:

This has been a long post (and I haven’t even touched on PLAGIARISM), but I had to say my piece. I fully support this blackout for me, my friends, and for other creators who are dealing with this kind of thing every. freaking. day.

Edit: Accidentally posted early instead of drafting, but I wanted to say I love all you artists/writers out there who bring joy and angst to the fandom and I hope you continue doing the thing c: I support you against all thieves, reposters, and plagiarizers. 

Fun fair with the Family - Batmom x Batfam (REPOST please READ the explanation right under the summary :-( )

Summary : Batmom decides to take her family to the fun fair…She quickly realizes it might not be her best idea ever.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Repost because, and this time I really don’t know how, the original post got erased…BUT I had it backed up for once. So here. FUCK. Hum. Sorry. But it had almost 100 notes, and comment people left I didn’t even had time to read because the story simply disappeared…I’m a bit bummed out right now…Is it too much to ask if you could like, reblog and comment again ? I kinda feel bad, it’s not my style to ask those things…I’m so sorry for that, but it’s a bit discouraging, to write something, and to see that apparently it was liked, but to not know who liked it, what were the comments etc etc, especially since this time, I didn’t do anything, the story simply disappeared…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy, and re-enjoy if you already read it :’-(

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Not even an hour in, and you know you made a huge mistake bringing them here. All at the same time. They were going to be the death of you, so much energy…But it was just so rare that you all had some free times at once…You just wanted to spend some time with them.

It all started so well though.

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You woke up in the best way possible : with your Bruce’s lips trailing kisses on your neck, shoulders and back, his arms wrapped around you. You shifted around, and before you could say anything, he kissed your temple, the corner of your mouth, slowly putting butterfly kisses on your face, to finally kiss you on the lips.

You melted in the kiss, and squeezed his large frame against you, your arms struggling to wrap around him. Damn that man was big. When he pulls away, you can’t help but grin at him, and he gives you the smile he only reserved to you. A real, pure smile. You nuzzle his neck, and he let out a contended sigh.

-You’re alright ?

-More than alright my love, as always when you’re here.

-My sweet Broosh. You know what I mean.

-I am alright. Not even a single bruise or scratch. The boys are too. Calm night.

-I like those.

-I like you.

-I love you.

-Oh yeah, that too. I love you (Y/N).

-Well, here’s for our morning’s cheesy ritual…We probably should get up.

-I have the entire day off.

-Oh ? Well then, what’s the hurry right ?

He smiles once more at you, and you crash your lips on his, climbing on him to straddle him. One of his hand tangles itself in your (H/L) (H/C) hair, the other goes to your waist and his grip is almost bruising. He cannot stop himself, you always had a strong and immediate effect on him…He rolls on top of you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist.

-What’s the hurry indeed.

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Seven Years Later

A/N: This is legit my favorite story I have ever written, so happy to be reposting it, ENJOY! 


Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer paced back and forth in his small living room, continuously flipping through the pages of the manuscript. “You wrote a book about us?” he said as soon as he head the call connects. “Hi, how are? I’m doing okay, thank you for asking Spencer how about your self?” you said in a sarcastic tone of voice.  “Y/N, hello, how are you, I’m doing well. Did you write a book about us?”

“I wrote a book, in regards of certain events that unfolded in my life, you we’re involved in them. Therefor you are in the book, but there is no us so I did not write it about us, Spencer” you said calmly.

“Right” he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “Look it doesn’t have your name specifically, it’s a young adult fiction book, no one you know is going to read it. I sent it to you only because I wanted you to know, but that’s all.” 

“Right, of course, no one is going to read it. Also I don’t think I look like a Matthew why did you name me Matthew?”

“Spencer if that is the only comment you have about that book, go read it again,” you said hanging up the phone. 

Spencer walked into Garcia’s office reading over the case file he was finishing, “Hey Garcia, can you verify this location for me.”

When she hadn’t responded he looked up to see her, and JJ’s face completely hidden behind a book, the book. “What are you guys doing?” Spencer said terrified. “Oh my god, this is so sad.” Penelope said still unable to put down the book. “I didn’t think it’d be so sad” JJ commented.

“What are you guys doing” Spencer asked again. “Reading, genius what does it look like” Penelope said flipping to the next page. “It looks like you’re not working” 

“How can we work? I need to know what Matthew does next, does he really marry Sara? Does Mila ever move on?” Penelope said dramatically.

“You’re reading a young adult book, on some teenagers relationship?” Spencer said trying to keep it casual. “This isn’t even real” he said trying to laughing it off.

“Well I hope it isn’t because if I we’re to ever meet this Matthew I would give him a piece of my very uncensored mind, I can’t believe he wouldn’t pick Mila, she was clearly the right choice” Penelope said.

“Seriously for being as smart as they make him sound he sure made a stupid move” JJ added.

Spencer was shocked to hear what his friends had to say. He knew he had made the right choice, he was certain he had. So certain, he’d never told anyone the whole story about you, because he didn’t need anyone’s opinions. But here they we’re reading it, and giving him all the unfiltered opinions he never thought he’d get to hear.

“Well let me know when you finally get back to work” he said as he headed for the door. “It’s gonna be a while Penelopes Magical Workshop of Knowledge is currently heart broken”

The book began to haunt Spencer is ways he never thought it would. There we’re poster advertisements everywhere he went. Every coffee shop was selling a copy, every book store was displaying it, every library was announcing when they’d have it available.

There was no escaping it, there was no escaping the thought that maybe he hadn’t made the right choice. Spencer sat at the table nervously awaiting your arrival. “I’m sorry I’m late, traffic was awful” you said catching Spencer by surprise when you sat next to him.

You grabbed the glass of water that was placed in the seat he was expecting you to take across from him. You didn’t see each other much, for many reasons, the primary excuse we’re your jobs, and crazy schedules. The other reasons we’re only spoken of once you had consumed enough alcohol.

You started off by catching up with any new work news or crazy cases he had, next the small talk of family. Followed by any news, weather, or books you had recently read. You both knew the small talk was coming to an end when you began to talk about the food. 

The same things we’re always said about the food, because you had been coming here for the last seven years. Gotten the same thing every time for the last seven years. Some might think it was repulsive to be so repetitive but this place held meaning.

It was where you told Spencer you loved him, it was where he told you, “You’re my best friend, I can’t risk losing you” it was where you told him you we’re getting married. That same restaurant was where he took you too eat the day you ran the opposite direction down the isle. 

But still you we’re his best friend, and he couldn’t risk losing you. It was where just a year ago he told you about Sara, and just six months ago he showed you the ring he would propose to her with. That was the last time you told him how you felt, just one last time.

So many memories, just not the ones you wanted. “Your book is every where, even my co workers have read it.” 

“Well so much for FBI agents not reading young adult love stories” you said shocked. “Well I’m sorry, they didn’t say anything did they”

“Yeah they did. They said Matthew was stupid and he made the wrong choice, and that for being so smart he sure was stupid” Spencer said with a fake smile on his face. “So did I make the wrong choice Y/N”

“That’s for you to answer Spencer, I’ve said everything I had to say. I even wrote it down for you so would never forget” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to do this again, I don’t want to hurt you, those we’re never my intentions.” Spencer could barely look at you in the eyes.

“It’s in the past, are we ever going to be able to keep any of this in the past”

That was the real question. For years it was a silent agreement, an elephant in the room. You never spoke of your feelings for him, although he knew. There we’re so many times when you swore he felt them too. It was so easy to fall in love with him, but so hard to forget about him. 

“There was one thing I have to say about the book”

You looked at him curiously, “You left out that Matthew loved Mila just as much as much. You made it seem as if I lied and I didn’t, but I didn’t have the courage to risk losing you”

“We lose some people either way”

“You’re right”

As Spencer walked up to his door the package in front of his door caught his attention, quickly he opened the sealed letter tapped to it.

“There are so many things I want to say, first off congratulations. Second of all, I’m afraid I’ll be missing the wedding. Warm weather, and sandy beaches await me. Third of all, I re-wrote the ending to the book. I wanted to give it, us, the happy ending we didn’t have the courage to give our self’s. Maybe in another lifetime, maybe never who knows. I’ll see you soon Spencer Reid.” Spencer traced over the words on the handwritten notes. Reaching inside of the shipping bag, he found the book, immediately flipping opening up.

 

“Dedicated to: Boy Wonder, it was an adventure being your friend, what a pleasure having my heart broken by you”


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Chapped Lips || Peter Parker

so I went to check on my Tumblr mobile app and I am so humbled to see that I have reached 300 followers!

THIS IS SUCH A HUGE MILESTONE FOR ME AHHHH!! I’M SO EXCITED!!

This means so much to me, thank you so much for enjoying these stories that I write and post on here 。゚(TヮT)゚。 in celebration I’m going to post this story, as a thank you for all of my new followers ♡ ♡ ♡ 

please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are okay!

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Your friends all knew about your debilitating crush on your lab partner. Ever since you first laid eyes on Peter Parker, it was difficult for you to shut up about him.

When you were in the privacy of your home, you would call and text your best friend, telling her how cute Peter was and how you died a little bit each time you spoke to him. 

[Name], just grow a pair and ask him out already! He seems like a nice guy, and you talking about him constantly is driving me insane! Do something about your crush on him already! 

Recalling your friend’s words made you tremble with anxiety each time. You, being the incredibly shy girl that you were, could not just grow a pair and simply ask Peter Parker out. The boy was certainly out of your league; and not only that- you were 99% sure that he had his sights set on Liz Allan. So as far as you were concerned, asking him out was absolutely out of the question. 

In hopes of lessening your yearning for Peter, you made sure to sit next to him during Chem any chance you got while paying attention to him. You didn’t think you would ever get to see him outside of the classroom- 

Until now. 

During Chem, your teacher began handing out several thick packets for the class, his monotone voice talking about how you each had to work with your partner to complete this project. Almost like a conditioned response, you look at Peter to see that he was smiling at you. “Looks like we’ve gotta put both of our great minds to work. This counts as 20% of our grade.”

“Y-Yeah, no kidding.” You respond with a bit of a stutter in your voice. 

For the next several seconds, you and Peter remained silent whilst staring at each other, hearing your classmate chatter from all around you as they made plans to meet and start on the project. 

You wanted to ask if Peter wanted to come to your place and start the project (since your apartment was closer to Midtown High, being only a few blocks away) but you felt all the words die within your throat. Seeing Peter staring at you so intently made your palms sweat, and you almost pulled your hair out in frustration at how you couldn’t speak.

Miraculously, Peter does the talking for you and slowly begins, “So…I’ll be a little busy tonight. Would it be okay if I came over to your place after school? I m-mean, that’s only if you’re okay with it! W-We can always go to m-my place, i-if you wanted, b-but I just assumed since you l-lived closer-”

You let out a soft giggle and give him a nod, “Y-Yes, that’s fine Peter. Let’s do that.” 

{…}

After blowing up your bestie’s phone with a plethora of texts stating how Peter Parker was going to your apartment for your project, you were practically on cloud 9. 

You didn’t care that Peter was only with you to do a project, you were just so ecstatic to spend a little more time with him. 

The walk to your apartment wasn’t too awkward, although you and Peter were silent through the entire trek to your place. It was strange, but you didn’t mind the silence at all, and you could only hope that Peter felt the same way when he kept on smiling at you. 

Reaching your apartment in just about 10 minutes, you usher him into the living room, grateful that your place was empty because your parents were still out working. 

You didn’t think you could deal with any of their embarrassing comments at you having a boy over, even if it was legitimately because of homework. 

“Would you like anything to drink? I’ve got all of the soda that you can imagine, all you have to do is pick your poison.”

You were proud at how even your voice came out and even smiled when Peter told you his preferred soda. You end up grabbing two cans before shakily making your way toward where Peter sat on the couch. 

Once you were seated, Peter begins writing out ideas in his notebook, and you nod and consider each of them while trying to ignore how close the boy was to you. It was strange, but you swore that you were sitting a relatively safe distance away from Peter when you sat down. Now, you couldn’t ignore the fact that Peter’s shoulder was felt rubbing against the left side of your arm, quickly alerting you to just how close he truly was.  

When you look to the side, you slowly began to lose focus as you admired Peter’s profile. God, the boy was just so handsome, and he was making your heart ache so much. Being so close to him was making you nervous, and while you stared at him, you began to unconsciously pick at your bottom lip. 

Never known to have the softest lips in the world, you had a bad habit of picking at your chapped lips whenever you were anxious. It was an involuntary action that you honestly couldn’t help-

So when Peter had turned to look at you and he saw how there was a bead of red blood coming from your lips, you were absolutely mortified

“Oh my God, [Name], are you okay?! Your bottom lip is bleeding!” 

“H-Huh?” You dumbly reply, touching at the bottom of your lip, acting as though you didn’t know how that happened. When you trailed your tongue across your lips, you winced upon tasting the coppery taste of blood in your mouth. “Shit, I-I’m sorry. This is n-normal, I swear! I…whenever I get nervous I just pick at them and- fuck, I gotta try and stop the bleeding!”

You wanted to die. Now Peter would think of you as nothing else but his weird partner who constantly picked at her lips until it bled.

Trying to hide your face, you attempt to stand and run to the bathroom when you felt a strong hand stop you. You look down to see that Peter was pulling you back down with a surprising strength that shocked you. 

When you were seated back on the couch, you were about to question what he was doing, only to be interrupted with his lips over yours. 

You were practically trembling with confusion now, feeling Peter’s mouth gently suck away the blood that had collected on your bottom lip. Despite how mortified and weird you felt about the whole situation, you couldn’t deny that Peter’s lips on yours still felt really good to you. 

After a few seconds, Peter pulls away from you, blushing profusely as he hid his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I j-just, I wanted to stop the bleeding.” 

You gulp and nod, gently touching at your bottom lip. When you licked your lips again, the traces of your blood was gone, and all you could taste was Peter. Knowing that you were blushing, you hid your face within the palm of your hand and asked, “Peter, why did you do that? I could have- I could have cleaned it up by myself, yet you-” you couldn’t even continue because your heart was practically choking you with its rapid palpitations. 

Your crush had just kissed the blood away from your chapped lips. 

And you were falling even harder for this strangely kind boy.

You hear Peter let out a deep breath before softly admitting, “Well, it’s just that…I really like you, [Name]. I have for a while now, and when we got paired up as partners for Chem, I was actually really happy that I had a reason to interact with you.”

You finally looked at Peter, noticing how he refused to meet your gaze as the tip of his ears turned red, evidence of his growing embarrassment.

Feeling a bit more confident now, you inch yourself closer to him, “Hey, my lips aren’t bleeding anymore, but…even if they aren’t bleeding, will you still kiss me?” 

The way Peter immediately gravitated toward you was all the answer you needed for that question.   

Originally posted by spiderthing

Jerome x Reader: Pretty Jealous Psycho

Originally posted by kristieltrips

sorry for the repost, again. please, let me know if it’s alright, if it’s not then i’ll delete it and try to write something else.


[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was a crazy bitch. And she was one of The Maniax.

She met them at Arkham, obviously.

[Y/N] was reading an old fashion magazine. She could tell it was 7 years old, not only by a date but also by the clothes. Why would they even wear those stuff back then? It was so wrong.

She didn’t want to caught any attention, she may be a sociopath but she had her standards. She knew she was better than all these people.

So as she continued to read she heard a shy voice. “Hi..”

And that’s how she met Arnold Dobbins A.K.A a total sweetheart.

He didn’t understand many things but he was nice to talk to. So she decided to stick with him.

He introduced her to his “friends”, Robert Greenwood and Aaron Helzinger. They were both pretty cool, Greenwood tried to get to her at first but she proved she can defend herself. that was enough for him.

But there was this other guy, Richard Sionis. He really got on her nerves. He thought he’s better than everyone because of his money.

That’s not [Y/N] being a hypocrite. She thought she’s better than everyone just because. Not because she had money. That was different.

[Y/N] was a pretty girl so she wouldn’t have a problem with getting something she wanted, from him. She even considered that when she wanted a lipstick, she was so tired of those monotone stripes, and everybody knew he could get her something like that.

But she didn’t even try to get on his good terms, because of Barbara.

She wasn’t that bad in her opinion, she could talk to her sometimes like normal girls would do, but deep down [Y/N] didn’t want to trust her.

But there was still one, not mentioned person.

Jerome Motherfucking Valeska.

He flirted with [Y/N] (or like he’d say Gorgeous) non stop but on the other hand he flirted with every girl, so she shouldn’t feel so special.

As she thought about it more and more, [Y/N] noticed he’s doing it mostly with her. She was glad because there was one thing she truly hated about herself.

The jealousy.

Yes, she could admit it to herself but only to herself.

It’s not like she was in love with him or something but that’s just how [Y/N] was. She was jealous.


[Y/N] was in her room in Theo Galavan’s penthouse.

She was listening to her favourite songs and couldn’t help but sing along quietly. She was a good singer.

[Y/N] laid on her bed as she looked at the lipsticks Theo got her. Finally. And they were waterproof, nice.

She picked the bloody red one and stood up to apply it.

Standing before a mirror, with one lip already red she heard a knock.

“Who’s that?”

“It’s me Arnold. Can I come in, [Y/N]?”

“Go ahead.” She finished the other lip and put down the lipstick and turned around to smile at her friend. “Hi, what’s up?”

“You look pretty, [Y/N].” He smiled gently.

She chuckled. “Thanks, Arny.”

They stood in silence. “So..? What’s up?”

“Ah right! Come downstairs, there’s a new member of our gang! And she’s a girl too!”

“What..” She couldn’t finish because of him dragging her out of the room.

What she saw before her was weird. All The Maniax, Tabitha, Theo and unfamiliar girl. In [Y/N]’s opinion she had a face that basically asked to be punched. Hard.

Geez, she didn’t even hear this girl spoke and she already wanted to hurt her. Is that a new record?

“[Y/N], I’m glad you came to join us. Now, with everybody here, I’m happy to introduce a new Maniax member, my niece, Silver.” The girl had a fake smile on her face and looked at Jerome, fluttering eyelashes at him.

‘What. A. Bitch.’

“Silver’s been here before, obviously but she doesn’t know you and which room is whose, so any volunteers to show her around?”

‘No, Jerome. Don’t do it. Just don’t. Please. Let your personality of a showman die, I beg of you.’

“I can do that.”

‘Why??!!!?!?!!?!’

Of course Jerome was grinning but the look on that bitch’s face. So smug… She is going to regret it.

She knew Jerome wasn’t hers but she really wanted to change that! That slut can’t mess it up for her!

[Y/N] was angry at herself because she knew jealousy mirrored on her face. She could tell by Silver’s look. Oh, and Jerome’s because he fucking smirked at her.

“Erm, is that all? ‘Cause I’d like to go to my room now.”

“Yes, Dear, that’s all.”

So she went to her room.

She didn’t want to see this Silver girl walking everywhere with Jerome with his arm wrapped around her. She laid on a bed and watched her favourite cartoon.

‘I wish I could just live in this cartoon and have a happy life with [whoever you want]. I wouldn’t have to be jealous because he/she/it would pay attention only to me!’

She heard a knock and voice outside her door.

“And that’s [Y/N]’s room. I like to call her Puddin’ ‘cause she’s sweet. But careful she’s also dangerous, she wasn’t in Arkham because of nothing, Darling.” Giggling was present.

Ugh. It was such a wonderful speech but he just had to ruin it with that “Darling”

Yup, [Y/N] was still jealous.

“[Y/N], you there? Can we come in?” Another knock.

“If you need to..” She mumbled under her breath.

She heard them come in.

“What do you want?” She didn’t even look at them, still at the screen.

She was mad because she noticed how much Jerome was enjoying it. Her jealousy amused him. And that was the worst thing because secretly she was sensitive. She didn’t show it, but still.

“Oh ya know, just showing this pretty girl around.” Ew, did he really think she’s pretty?

[Y/N]  stood up. “Oh yeah, so, you showed her here, just stay away from this room, okay, bye now.” And she shut the door in their faces.

“What was that?” She heard an annoying voice on the other side of the door.

“I don’t know, she’s probably… tired.”

[Y/N] cried in her pillow in anger.


She didn’t leave her room in a very long time now. She had her own bathroom anyway. She also wasn’t there when they ate. She was too sad, too angry and too jealous to be hungry. She was lying on her stomach, face in a pillow. She didn’t hear a knock and someone coming in because of the music.

“Hey, Doll..” It was Jerome. She didn’t move.

She felt the bed sinking in and a hand on her back. “Baby, don’t be like that.” Like what?!

“Don’t do this to me, [Y/N].. I’m worried.”

I’m doing something to you? Do you even hear yourself?!” She choked out tears. It was hard for her, she was upset.  She raised herself to a sitting position, her face still a little red.

“There, there, doll. No need to cry.” He hugged her, the way her face was in his chest.

“Now, do you mind telling me why you’re so upset?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know it. I see how you’re enjoying it.”

“[Y/N]. Look at me. I had absolutely no idea that it was so serious to you. I’m sorry. I thought we were just teasing each other. You know you’re my favourite. You always will be.” He smiled gently at her and leaned in towards her.

“I am your favourite..? Isn’t Silver prettier?” She looked deep in his honest eyes as she felt a hot breath tickling her face.

“Of course. She may be a stereotype of pretty but you, Honey, are gorgeous. Not only to me. And I love you.” He closed the distance between them.

They broke apart to breathe. “I love you too, Jerome..”

And they kissed again, even more passionately, with a love song playing in the background.

The Only Exception (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations

A/N: I got so mad that I accidentally deleted my effing chapter. All your lovely notes and comments are gone; I’m sorry. This is a repost. I’m not retagging.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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Mafia Themed Sentences

{ trigger warnings: violence, noncon/dubcon implications } 
originally from memeroundups but the post has been deleted so we’re reposting it.

  • “You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest.“
  • “We have ways of making you talk.”
  • “The moment you came to us, we owned you.”
  • “I’m not guarding the boss’s kid to play babysitter. Sit and behave.”
  • “You run your mouth again and see what happens.”
  • “I don’t care how tired you are, you don’t turn down clients until I say you can.”
  • “Didn’t think I’d catch you, eh? Run away again, and I’ll break your legs.”
  • “That was your first kill, you should feel proud. Hey… you don’t look so good…”
  • “I don’t know what kind of ideas you’re getting but remember this… without me, you’re nothing.”
  • “The world will eat you if you let it. That’s why it’s everyone for themselves. But here, you’ve got loyalty.”
  • “Don’t be ungrateful… on your own with this kind of city, you’d be laying face down on a ditch if he/she hadn’t found you.”
  • “You used to be such a good kid… glad I was able to break that out of you.”
  • “I think there’s a mole in our operations… and you don’t exactly seem innocent to me.”
  • “There’s no out. Even if you tried to kill yourself, we’ll just lock you up.”
  • “Consider this a ‘gentle’ reminder of respect when speaking to me.”
  • “Don’t worry, you’ll start to enjoy it soon enough.”
  • “You might be a ruthless brute, but you’re ‘my’ ruthless brute.”
  • “Kill him/her.”
  • “They don’t wanna pay? Burn their house down.”
  • “Don’t you know? You’re the gang’s ‘pet’.”
  • “I think they’ve earned their lesson, you can stop hitting him/her now.”
  • “Do you honestly intend to get this far without getting your hands dirty?”
  • “He’s/she’s squirming around too much, drug them.”
  • “Far as you know, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
  • “I’m sick of this, I want out.”
  • “N-no… I… I didn’t want to kill him.”
  • “I’m through with being your fucking lap dog.”
  • “People wanna kill me in my sleep…”
  • “I’m tired of being numb and desensitized. I’m tired of killing before I eat a goddamn breakfast like nothing happened. I’m tired of this life.”
  • “If anything happens, I’ll take the blame. And don’t you dare to try to put it all on you this time, don’t even fucking think about it.”
  • “I don’t care if my demands are silly, if you don’t do them, then your boss won’t be pleased if I suddenly got ‘injured’ under your watch.
  • “Do you even know what you started? The riot and upcoming gang war will be beyond what your fucking punk ass can handle!”
  • “How about we make a deal?”
  • “Oh don’t worry, I won’t make a move anytime soon, but I’ll be watching you.”
  • “Are you willing to take a bullet for me?”
  • “I don’t know if I’m willing to forgive you just yet. Maybe if I throw another punch…”
  • “I’m a person, and not someone for you to order around.”
  • “You think you’re hot shit, but I’m the one who does your dirty work.”
  • “You honestly believed I would never turn against you?”
  • “M-my leg… it’s shot, I can’t walk…”
  • “I ran away, but they’ll be looking for me I know it.”
  • “You don’t need to get involved. Just walk away.”
  • “Who said not to mix business with pleasure? Let’s talk this over with a date…”
  • “If they find out I’m sleeping with you, they’ll kill me.”
  • “Don’t worry, I heard human trafficking isn’t so bad. At least they’re not harvesting your organs.”
  • “Please, let me go. I won’t do it again, please.”
  • “It was simply a mistake on my part, it won’t happen again. I promise.”
  • “No no, I’m not interested in your friends. I want you. Give yourself over, and they’ll be safe.”
  • “You can sell me, but I’ll fight it with every fiber of my being.”
  • “Hey hey, are you passing out? Come on, tell me names and I’ll stop the beatings.”
  • “I trusted you. You were the only one I trusted, and for what? So you can stab my back?”
  • “I can’t believe what you’re doing! Untie me, now. Do you have any idea what deep shit you’re in?!”
  • “Just do what you’re told, like you always do.”
  • “I know you’ve been tailing me.”
  • “Care to explain why you were attempting to kidnap me?”
  • “You know, you’re always such a fucking thorn on my side. But laying on the ground, beaten and helpless, you ain’t lookin’ half bad…”
  • “Alright, you just quietly sit there on that chair lookin’ pretty. I’ll go collect your ransom.”
  • “Did you just hit me, you fucking piece of-”
  • “We can run away together.”
  • “Come on, let me help you!”
  • “Then you’ll be going to the highest bidder. Grand, eh? Ready for the auction?”
  • “I don’t care what kind of best you have, you’re okay in my book.”
  • “Shit, they weren’t supposed to die. Alright, we gotta cover this up. Grab that body.”
  • “Can’t you ever follow orders?”
8

I can see love in his eyes , i can see hope and life. I can see a completely different world than the one we’re living in. I can see heaven and paradise. I can see a different galaxy , a love galaxy. Sometimes , I see a little innocent boy in there. A boy who loves to live happily and who’s excited about life , a boy who’s incredibely enjoying being alive. He’s like an angel who was just born.. And sometimes , I see a boy who’s sick and tired of all the bullshit he’s dealing with , tired of life. But , it’s mixed with power , fire , desire to succee , ability to succee , confidence and faith. He’s a strong person , he suffered for a long time but he endured and did his best to be the one he wants to be. He killed his suicidal thoughts with his strong will to get over that tragic. After years of trying , he succeed. He became one of the most famous boyband in the world , he became one of the most famous rappers in south korea. Min Yoongi achieved his dreams and he’s still going to rise and shine. Min Yoongi is a legend who has to be remembered forever. He’s an inspiration to depressed , sad , suicidal , desperate and hopeless people -including myself-
He has a a dark side which would never leave him , since he used to be suicidal. I know this because i’m dealing with it and i’m probanly the most suicidal person you could ever know.
But he also has a cheerful happy side . Tbh , if I could , I would give him my all including my life because he really deserves the best , he deserves to be happy and he deserves a beautiful life. Yoongi isn’t just a bias for me , he’s my reason to fucking breathe. I want to see him smiling all the time , it makes me so happy . His smile is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s incredibely beautiful.
His hair is so soft , I want to touch it so bad. And his lips , I don’t mind spending the rest of my life staring at them. I wish i could kiss them or just touch them . That would make my life.
His voice , makes me feel good everytime i’m feeling stressed , it always calms me. It’s like magic I swear. I can spend the rest of the day talking  about it.. His body is goals , I fucking love it.. Everything about him is perfect ; his hands -especially his fingers omg- , his legs and his chest.
Now let’s wish him a happy birthday!!

“saeng il chuk ha ham ni da
saeng il chuk ha ham ni da
sarang ha neun  yoongi shi
saeng il chuk ha ham ni da”

YAAAYY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI !! WE ALL WISH YOU THE BEST IN YOUR LIFE!! I LOVE YOU AS FUUUCKK!

Min Yoongi Quotes that will inspire your day!!

“Yes, look down on me like that. It’s my hobby to prove you wrong”
—  Suga
“「I personally don’t like being an adult. Being an adult comes at a price. You are now faced with a reality which kind of pressures you to chase after stability and security so they become your new dream. That’s why I don’t consider myself or rather don’t want to consider myself as an adult. Sure, my age will define as an adult but I want to be a teenage-adult who is still chasing after his dream. I wish you can be like that too. Stay innocent, be naive. But still dream big. Dream big to the point that it is beyond your ability and endeavour to achieve it. So dream big and don’t lose your innocence.」”
—  SUGA (Min Yoongi, BTS)
“If I’m the sun, you’re the moon, because when I rise, you go down.”
—  Suga (BTS Cypher Pt. 2: Triptych)
“Stay innocent, be naive. But still dream big. Dream big to the point that it is beyond your ability and endeavour to achieve it. So dream big and don’t lose your innocence.”
—  Suga to Jimin
“Even though this moment seems like it will be forever, when the sunsetting night comes again, the destroying reality is back. When I come back to my senses, I turn into a scared fool, and when I see myself like that, I keep getting scared. The sense of reality that takes over…
Why am I still here as others are running forth ?
Breathe or dream, I begin to row the boat again, matching the speed of my heart beats. I get caught in the superficial standards of others and as I live pretending I don’t know about it, my life’s sun sets like this coat.
What am I doing with my life.”
“We used to jump wanting to be heroes,
but now we’ve grown and time has passed.
I’m becoming and adult but I wanna rewind
to the times when the 10-year-old boy sang the theme song to his favorite superhero comic.
I wanna go back, so I close my eyes and scream
But nothing changes, reality it’s the same.”
—  Suga (BTS, Jump)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE AND MY ALL!!

Well Deserved//Aaron x Reader

A/N: Reposting one of my favorite Hotch requests I wrote, enjoy! 


Originally posted by lilygarlands

You walked hastily through the dimmed hallways hanging on tightly to the two cups of coffee. There was only one other person that would be dedicated, or crazy enough to stay here this late on Friday night.

“Knock, knock” you said the door to Aaron’s office. “What are you still doing here?” he said surprised to see you.

“Oh you know keeping you company” you said placing the cup of coffee in front of him. Aaron closed the files that he was working and gave his full attention to you. “Tough day?”

“More like tough week, maybe tough month” you said leaning against Aaron’s desk. “I know what that’s like” Aaron said giving you a small smile.

 It always felt magical when he smiled, even if it was for no reason at all. You two had grown closer as you both always stayed late on Fridays working on paper work.

Some days we’re hard, other’s were just impossible but at the end Aaron always kept you company on the nights you weren’t ready to go home and be alone with your own mind.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know” you said staring off into space. “If you want to talk about it?” he said confused. “No, I just don’t know, I don’t know. 

“Some days I just feel empty, drained”

 “You put a lot of your self into this job, it can take a toll, a huge toll. But there’s nothing wrong with you, everyone feels it” There it was, he always knew what to say to make you feel better. 

“Even you Agent Hotchner?”

“Yes, even me”

“You seem tense” you said trying to change the spot light off of you. “I mean you know aside from the usual, you just seem tense” you walked behind his chair and began to take off his jacket, “How can you work with this on?”

“What are you doing?” Aaron said completely thrown off.

“Relax, seriously out of everyone you deserve it”

 His shoulder’s were tense as you began to slowly massage them, “You know if anyone comes in and sees this—“

 “Aaron I hate to break it to you but, we’re the only ones here so relax, take a deep breathe. He unwillingly followed your instructions, his shoulders relaxed, and he sighed. 

The next couple of minutes we’re spent in silence as you continued to rub his shoulders. It wasn’t weird, it was comfortable, easy, there wasn’t always a need to fill every second with a conversation. You both put each other at easy just with your presence.

Once you had stopped Aaron got up from his chair watching you by surprise as he threw his arms around you holding you tight.

 Your hands lingered in his once you had pulled apart, “I’m leaving in a couple of minutes” you said looking into his deep serious eyes.

“I’ll walk you to your car” Aaron offered automatically. “Aaron, come home with me”

“You’re asking me to go home with you?”

“No, I’m telling you to come home with me, unwind, I think we both deserve it”

“Home it is”

anonymous asked:

Does it really hurt artists when people repost their art, even if credit is given? It's a dumb question to ask..I'm sorry but I just wanna learn and stuff..

it’s not a dumb question! thank you for caring&wanting to learn. YES here are some of the common points:

1) some artists don’t want their art shared by strangers to the unknown, they want to be in control of where their art is distributed & what kind of audience will see it. ex: rude/hateful comments are often a result of the unintended audience seeing my art & it sucks because the reposters don’t care about me as the artist at all, only what my art can get them (comments/likes). 

2) w/o permission, you are stealing. crediting does not make it justified unless you asked the artist first or they have explicitly stated with being okay with it. most artists will have it stated on their social media but please ask if you are unsure! you can usually find the original artist by a watermark/signature on the art itself,, it’s not difficult to google the name. if all else fails, try reverse google image search. if you really love the art, you will be doing yourself a favor by finding the artist & supporting more of their work in a positive way.

3) respect the artist! some artists have stopped sharing their art altogether because of this. it really hurts when you share your work to get it misused repeatedly. it’s okay to love an art piece but please think about the artist too! someone with feelings created that, artists aren’t machines that produce art for you to take.

just because you see resposts happening does not make it okay for you to do the same. i had to learn as well, no one is free from flaws or mistakes. i was young(not an excuse but common) & there are many others like that now but we can always learn from our mistakes. it is a big deal to artists but it’s not detrimental for you if you did make the mistake, you are/were a part of the problem but not the whole problem itself! as long as you don’t do it anymore it’s okay

note: please do not ignore/block the artist when they ask you to delete the repost, i promise it will be better for both parties if you simply do so.

+ i’m no expert but you can apply this to any content creator as well. i’ve also used gifs made by gifmakers on tumblr & the creator kindly let me know it wasn’t okay. as fans who enjoy fandom content (fics/gifs/fansite/art/etc) we should be more mindful of those who are giving us free content & making it a more fulfilling experience. if you find this difficult, remember that all of us are fans & aren’t unreachable. let’s be more mature in our way of enjoying content

Touch. (Percival Graves x Reader)

Soooooooo, this isn’t the part two of ‘Are You Mine?’ but my brain just instead decided to write this up hahaha

This is just a short drabble that I wrote bc I love me some nice Percival Graves ;)

Summary: Percival gets jealous and says something you would never expect to come out of his mouth.

Warnings: Sinnamon spice (YOOOO hmu if ya’ll actually want some smut bc im sO DOWN FOR WRITING SMUT)

Words: 1,163

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT repost this on other sites and claim it as your work.

Enjoy mis amigos 

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You looked down at the dress that adorned your body. What you were wearing was enticing. A long, dark red dress that complimented your skin tone, accompanied with a low neckline. To top it off, you also had nude heels on that accentuated your legs. All in all, you felt extremely confident in what you were wearing, and you had every right to with how wonderful you looked tonight. 

Your eyes scanned around the ballroom, in hopes of finding one person. 

Percival Graves.

Yes, the brooding Mr. Graves who towered over you and made you feel fear and excitement at the same time. He was an interesting man, mysterious and confident. The first time you had seen him at MACUSA, you were immediately intrigued and eager to know more about him. As time passed, your interest in him only grew. 

You didn’t know if he realized that you had grown such a liking towards him. Your normally calm demeanor would break around him, and you would start to blush or slightly stutter when talking to him. You wanted to grow closer towards Percival, get to know him and at the least become friends. However, you rarely got to see him with the amount of work he always had to finish, and if you were able to talk to him, the conversation would be short and clipped. The only time you regularly got to see him was in the morning, when you brought him coffee. Yet, every morning was still filled with short conversations, as you were unable to look him in the eye without blushing or feeling embarrassed. Things have gotten better, though. You’ve been working under him for a good three months now, and the conversations have picked up a little bit. You became more confident around him, even starting a bit of friendly banter in the morning when delivering coffee to Percival. But, you still needed a bit more. And tonight was the night you could get to know more about him.

Madam Picquery was throwing a party to celebrate the anniversary of MACUSA. Everyone who worked at MACUSA came to the party, along with some of their friends or family. All in all, it seemed like tonight was going to be a good night. And you were going to use this night to further your friendship with Mr. Graves. 

Finally, you spotted him coming towards your table. Everyone else who was sat with you had already gotten up to go and socialize with others or introduce family members or friends to other co-workers. You, however, stayed behind. You hadn’t expected Mr. Graves to come seek you, in fact you thought you’d have to look for him. But, he found you and had already started over to your table. 

He sat down next to you and smiled. “Not in the mood to socialize?”

“Well, I believe I’m socializing with someone now.” You grinned and picked up your champagne glass from the table to take another drink.

“Ah, yes. If you would really like to be alone, I could leave you here to your thoughts.”

“O-oh no, you can stay. Sorry if that came off rude.” You nervously laughed and set down your glass. You then intertwined your hands in your lap. Hopefully he didn’t think you actually wanted him to leave. It’s a miracle he even came to talk to you.

Percival smirked and put his hand on yours. Your eyes widened and you slowly looked up at him. 

“You’re fine, darling. I know you were joking. Anyways, how are you? I know we don’t get to talk much, but I’d like to get to know some more about the girl that brings me coffee every morning.” He took his hand off yours to pick up his own glass that was set on the table. He winked at you and took a sip of his drink.

You blushed. “I’m fine, thanks for asking. What about you?”

“Good. Do you-”

“Hey, Y/n!” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you. You looked back to see Abernathy walking towards your table. He’s always liked you, making moves on you in hopes of you caving in to being his girlfriend. You’ve just never been interested, and he’s never been able to take a hint.

Abernathy smiled and took a seat right next to you. He waved at Percival before setting his gaze back on you. 

“You look beautiful tonight Y/n. Whad’ya say about… meeting up somewhere after this?” He took a little bit of the fabric of your dress and rolled it between his fingers. “We could have some fun.” He then proceeded to wink at you.

You couldn’t help but cringe and shuffle as far away as you could from him in your seat. 

“Abernathy, we’ve been over this. I’m just not interested, ok?”

“That’s what you say every time sweetheart, but I know we have a connection.”

You gave a loud sigh.”No, we really don’t.”

“Come on, you really wanna be with this guy all night?” Abernathy pointed at Percival.

Percy was seething inside. Who was this kid to come and rudely interrupt the conversation you two were having? And you were so obviously not interested in him, yet he kept on going without even acknowledging how uncomfortable you were. A sudden surge of jealousy washed through Percival. He couldn’t help himself but feel the need to protect you, and his pride.

“At least she’d actually enjoy being with me all night.” The words flowed out almost instinctively out of Percival’s mouth, shocking both you and Abernathy. Your eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but giggle a little when you looked at Abernathy’s shocked face. Percy was glaring at him, willing him to leave just by his stare.

“A-alright sir. I didn’t mean any harm. Have a good night you two.” Flustered and confused, Abernathy quickly stood up from his seat, earning a loud screech to come from the scraping of his chair against the tile. He then quickly walked away from you and Percival.

You looked back at Percy and smiled.”Thanks for getting rid of him for me. He definitely took your lie for the truth.” You let out a small laugh when you thought of Percy’s words. 

Percival picked up his glass from the table once again and took another swig of the contents inside. He then gently set it down and looked at you. His stare was intense, a look he had never given you before. 

He didn’t know if it was all of the alcohol he had drunk that night, or the surge of adrenaline that was rushing through him at the time, or both. But, he managed to lean forward on his chair and place his hand on your knee. He came close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin and leaving goosebumps on you arms. Your skin tingled at the sudden contact, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

“I wasn’t lying, sweetheart.”

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ilysm!! <3

It's about time I do this

•Okay so, I’ve been trying to stay out of this whole art theft thing in the fandom right now, because I’m a small account,, still relatively new,,,but I have had it officially.

•I am active on multiple different social media platforms like twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr (obviously) so going through I can see a lot of posts,,, AND where they originate from.
And I’m going to make a call out right now because I’m PISSED,, (and hi if you’re this account and you’re reading this please read it all because there’s some important info)
So on Instagram there is an account at the handle @// _marichat_sins_
They have over 12K followers and they are literally a repost account
(here’s where I would include screenshots of their account but I’m on mobile)
This account has reposted literally almost 300 pieces of art that they have not made..
They’ve reposted from accounts that I actively follow and enjoy and RESPECT
Literally I saw a post on here today and it’s on their account almost directly after the original was posted.
There’s so many other accounts doing this as well and I just,,,
It’s just really disappointing as a writer and artist because I almost don’t want to put any of my work out there with this threat, and I have nothing but absolute respect for the artists who STILL put out content and try to persevere.

•Now,,, while I’ve got you here
Some might argue “well they say ‘Credit to ____’ so you can’t be mad”,,, “well THEY put their work online, it’s their fault if it gets taken and reposted”,,, “it’s exposure” BLAH BLAH
No?? Firstly, Credit to artist or credit to @// so and so doesn’t do SHIT?? Because no one will take the time to look them up??
And it isn’t exposure that the artist wants or deserves??
And the stupid “they put it online” shit omfg
Like I get that these accounts are probably young kids and are making mistakes but when an artist says DO NOT REPOST don’t f**king do it??? And when you get called out don’t get mad?? The simplest way to put it is literally like your parent telling you “no you can’t go out tonight” so you sneak out and you get caught and then you tell your parent “Well it’s not like you locked the window or anything, so I had the right to sneak out” like no you dolt???

•I don’t even know if this post makes sense anymore I am so beyond angry with the reposting,,, it’s ridiculous
I understand kids not knowing any better but when you get called out MULTIPLE TIMES or the post specifically says DO NOT REPOST then there is your clue to Stop™

•I’m not even going to go into the thing about people cutting out watermarks and signatures omFG

•I will say however, that I have seen a post from an artist about how they LOST A JOB OPPORTUNITY because they provided artwork, and when the job looked it up they found two different accounts with the same post, and they couldn’t accept the artist because there was no way to prove that they were the original content creator. This shit is real and can and WILL affect these artists. Hell it already has!! (Refer to literally the previous story)

•and what’s so funny to me is that we have a literal episode about art theft in the show??
In Monsieur/Mr Pigeon Chloé and Sabrina literally steal Marinette’s design??? And it’s very obviously frowned upon.
Marinette is smart and signs her designs but could you imagine if she didn’t??
Gabriel wouldn’t have been able to accept either, so both Marinette and Chloé would have lost the contest, all because Chloé ignored Marinette’s hard work and stole her design.
Maybe the way to get through to the reposters is to say “hey look you’re even worse than Chloé, you stole HUNDREDS of pieces of art”

•I know this post probably won’t change a single damn thing but maybe, just maybe, it’ll get through someone’s thick skull and make them see that reposting is theft
And one more time for those in the back
REPOSTING IS THEFT

•and I want to say once more to the content creators who still provide their artwork,, I love and support you and I will fight for and with you against all this shit

and once more because I damn well feel like it needs to be said again

REPOSTING.
IS.
THEFT.