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anonymous asked:

what do you think of rotten tomatoes I usually look at it before watching a movie bit sometimes it's so harsh like stuck in love a 57 or whatever? I think not

i’m a proud supporter of rotten tomatoes i think it’s a great tool to gauge the quality of a film although i do think there are some problems with it. for example, reviews are restricted to being only positive or negative and there’s no middle ground so if a critic has a neutral opinion on a film it still has to be categorized as rotten or fresh which is i think is problematic. i usually agree with the tomatometer but not always. like marie antoinette (2006) dir. sofia coppola is a masterpiece and deserves more than a got damn 55%

Apologies

Note: You are the kindest First Order General that Kylo has ever known. But when he tells you this, he doesn’t quite expect for you to react so negatively. In an effort to earn your forgiveness and demonstrate his love for you, you soon learn that Kylo will go to great lengths.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by augustren

“It’s amazing how much you endure for me,” Kylo whispered as he ran his fingers gently down your cheek.

You were both lying on the bed in your shared quarters. After having had a particularly trying day, you were ready to go to sleep the moment you laid on the bed. Though Kylo was a light sleeper, he was always willing to lie with you until you fell asleep.

So in that moment, with your eyes half closed as sleep was beginning to wash over you, Kylo’s comment quickly sent your head snapping up into his direction.

“What do you mean?”

With his helmet resting on the nightstand, you could see him furrow his eyebrows, “You put up with so much on a daily basis. And we both know that you do it for me.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I’m a high ranking First Order general, Kylo,” you said pointedly, “I think my job requires me to put up with a lot regardless.”

“No, no,” Kylo said quickly, “I mean this entire thing. You even being a General. Let’s be honest, you’re hardly First Order material.”

You shot up immediately, clutching to the blanket as you looked down at him, “Why would you say something like that?”

Kylo looked taken aback by your reaction, “I-I didn’t meant to offend you, love, I meant it as a compliment. You don’t belong here!” He said in a flurry of words, suddenly realising what he had just said didn’t sound any better.

You scoffed and Kylo reached out to you, “That came out wrong, Y/N. I mean you don’t belong here because you deserve so much more.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks.”

“You’re unlike anyone else on this entire base, Y/N. You’re kind-hearted, you’re caring… and you’re not afraid of me,” he added, trying to lighten your expression. But you remained scowling, “Sometimes it seems as though the only reason you put up with working here is me. Like you’re wasting your potential here just for me.”

“So you think I’m a waste of potential? Lovely,” you said, getting out of the bed. You didn’t know why this bothered you so much, but it just did.

Kylo had found you on your home planet, tattered and lost. Like you didn’t know where in the Galaxy you belonged. Though it was true your personality might not have been the very best for First Order, Kylo had given you a home and work that had stability, and that was important to you. He knew that too, and after all you had been through, you couldn’t believe he would actually think of taking that away.

“Where are you going?” Kylo frowned.

“Well clearly I don’t belong here,” you muttered.

“Y/N,” Kylo sighed, “You’re taking this the wrong way, just wait–”

But you didn’t want to hear it. You opened the blast doors hastily before storming out.

“These came for you, General L/N… Uh, again,” the Storm Trooper awkwardly set a bouquet of roses down on your desk.

You thanked and dismissed him before placing the flowers onto the shelf, joining the three other bouquets that had now found a home there.

You caught a brief glance of the note before you shelved it. My darling Y/N, I am so sorry.“

It had been four days since your argument, and Kylo had sent you flowers on every one of them. The morning after the argument, he had to leave for a diplomatic mission. But he didn’t want to leave his presence unforgotten.

You didn’t even know where Kylo could’ve gotten these roses from. They certainly didn’t grow on Starkiller Base. You laughed slightly at the thought of him ordering someone to fetch him flowers from a distant planet. Just the thought of him showing such outward affection was so odd.

In truth, you had forgiven him a few moments after you had stormed out of your bedroom. You realised that you might have overacted, especially when Kylo had meant no harm by his words.

But since he was away on a mission, you were using this time apart to your advantage. You hadn’t spoken to him since he left. No twice daily check-ins as was the usual when either of you were away. When the first bouquet of roses had arrived, you became curious to know how far he would go to show he was sorry.

You know it sounded terrible, but it had become so much fun. Besides, Kylo would back in a few days and you would talk it over with him then. This was harmless.

"General?” A knock at the door suddenly caught your attention.

“Come in,” you said as you watched the same Storm Trooper enter.

“General L/N, Captain Phasma ordered me to inform you that a Shuttle will be leaving in half an hour.”

“…And?”

“And she has requested you join her in the Hangar before then to give you enough time to board,” he finished.

You frowned, “To board? I have no trips scheduled in my itinerary.”

The room fell quiet as the Storm Trooper was at a loss for what to say to you. You smiled briefly, “That’ll be all thank you.”

Half an hour passed quickly and you soon found yourself sitting beside Phasma on board a First Order starship heading to only Maker knew where.

“Any idea what this is all about?” You asked, curious but also trying to start a conversation with the otherwise quiet Captain.

“All I know is that Commander Ren wanted me to escort you to this planet.”

“What planet?”

“I don’t know that it’s even been named,” she huffed, “From what I’ve heard it’s beautiful, but it’s entirely uninhabited.”

“Sounds like the perfect place to kill us both without anyone seeing,” you remarked, letting out a laugh.

“Perhaps not me, but we both know the Commander wouldn’t even think about harming you.”

You smiled, humming in agreement. So what was this all about?

When you landed and descended down the ramp, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer beauty of the planet.

It was sunset, and the green field that you had landed in was adorned with what looked like a million different flowers. Your eyes lit up at the sight of roses growing in front of you.

In the distance stood Kylo, two Storm Troopers standing on either side of him.

You went towards him, and soon as you were close enough, he dismissed his men and removed his helmet.

“Y/N?” He wasn’t surprised, rather he sounded cautious about how best to approach you.

“Hello, Kylo.”

“Did you… get the– the roses that I sent?”

“All four bouquets,” you responded nonchalantly. You almost felt bad for toying with him now.

He nodded, “I had them sent from this planet.”

“Where are we anyway?”

“This planet belongs to a region the First Order has just acquired. I was sent to confirm that the planet is uninhabited.”

“It’s too pretty for no one to live on it,” you observed.

Kylo’s expression lit up at that, “Do you like the planet?”

You nodded in response.

“Then it’s yours.”

You scoffed, “What do you mean it’s mine?”

“I’m giving it to you. As a reminder of how much I love you,” Kylo started, being particularly careful with how he spoke, “Not that I’m saying your love can be bought…” The last thing he needed was for you to get angry again.

You could tell he wasn’t finished, so you waited expectantly for him to continue.

“Look, I was wrong, Y/N. You do belong in the First Order, and I should never have told you otherwise. I’m so sorry, love.” The desperation in his voice told you that he needed you to forgive him.

Little did he know, you already had. “It’s fine– I think I agree with you anyway.”

Kylo frowned, “You don’t feel like you belong?” He hated the thought of you believing you had no place in the First Order, especially if it was him who had placed such ideas in your mind.

You shook your head, “Maybe I don’t belong in the First Order. Maybe, I am too… kind-hearted, as you put it. But it’s that part of me that couldn’t stay angry at you for longer than ten minutes,” you admitted.

“You know I didn’t mean for you to take offence to what I said, Y/N, I–”

“Let me finish,” you stopped him, taking your hand in his to let you know everything was alright, “Maybe being a First Order General isn’t for me. But then again, I’m not sure of anywhere I would rather be. Because living and working on Starkiller Base has taught me something important.”

“And what’s that?”

“It doesn’t matter where I am in the entire Galaxy, Kylo. If you are by my side, I’ll know that it’s where I belong.”

His eyes lit up at your words, instant relief washing over him as he embraced you.

“Then I promise to never stop making you feel like you belong, my darling.”

“And I promise not to storm off on you like that again,” you laughed, “Although… having you think I’m mad at you does seem to have it’s benefits. After all, I could get used to four bouquets and an entire planet to tell me your sorry,” you teased him.

“Well clearly my words aren’t the best way to tell you how I feel about you,” Kylo chuckled, “Maybe I’m just better at showing it. I never want you to feel out of place, not even for a minute. I would do anything to prove to you how much I love and care about you, Y/N. You know that, don’t you?”

“Hmm, well I do now,” you smiled, reaching up to press your lips to his.

tangled ribbons, ch14: encore

on Ao3 | on ffnet
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surprise?

(Why We’re Here explanation on ao3) this chapter adds nothing new to the plot. it makes a few clarifications to ch13 but the plot of this story is finished. if you don’t want to read it, nothing will change (takes place a few months after ch13 btw)

also? it’s tangled ribbons’ one year anniversary. thank you to everyone who stuck with it and was so incredibly supportive

so here we are. back again for one finally hurrah, one final encore, and one final bow

i hope you enjoy


encore (n.) - french, a repeated or additional performance of an item at the end of a concert, as called for by an audience


Adrien squeezes his way through all the parents and loved ones and dancers covered in makeup and sweat. He hadn’t actually expected Nathalie to stay longer than expected so this is—

He doesn’t want to keep Nathalie waiting.

Plagg gives him a small salute as he finally gets through the crowd and backstage. Adrien would ask how Nathalie was even allowed backstage, but restrictions like those don’t seem to exist for her. She’s always able to get backstage if she needs to.

“She’s in your dressing room,” Tikki says without being prompted. “She hasn’t been there long, don’t worry.” She ruffles Adrien’s hair as he passes.

Adrien bats her hand away and smooths his hair back down, knowing that whatever gel is left in it has probably left it looking like a particularly inventive hairstyle. He shoots Tikki a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

“Break a leg,” Plagg teases as Adrien turns down the hall.

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Counter Act

Spencer x reader

Flood warning

“I’m drunk!“

“Kinda gathered that Pen. When you started hounding Reid to play strip poker it kinda gave the game away,” you laughed at your best friend, trying to push her into the back of the cab Reid had hailed.

“I don’t know where my keys are… I’s losted em.”

“Yep,” you fastened her seat belt. “That’s why you’re staying in my spare room remember sweetie.”

The cabbie turned around, “If she vomits, there’s a $100 soiling charge.”

You nodded waving a plastic bag at him, you had it covered. You and Spencer climbed in on either side of your wasted colleague. You lived in the same direction so he was gonna help you get her to yours and carry on home in the same cab.

The driver set off, Garcia rambling incoherently before passing out on your shoulder.

“How is it that it’s Morgans fault she’s this pissed, but we get stuck making sure she gets home safely,” you looked over at your friend.

“Because Morgans’s the only one that can handle Rossi when he’s wasted. I think we got the easy end of the deal,” he laughed back at you. “She’s drooling on your shoulder by the way.”

“Yep, I can feel it,” you grimaced.

The taxi pulled up outside your house ten minutes later, you shaking Garcia awake.

“No, no no, sleep,” she mumbled as you fiddled with her seat belt and climbed out of the taxi, tugging her with you. She wouldn’t budge.

“Spence….. I think you’re gonna need to come in with us, I’m not gonna be able to get her up the stairs by myself. I’ll call you another cab later or your can crash on the couch.”

He shrugged, paying the driver and hopping out of the other side.

Between the two of you, you managed to drag Penelope inside and push her up the stairs to your spare room.

“Spencer! You’re soooo pretty Spencer. Our little boy genius,” she kept grabbing at his tie much to his amusement as you unbuckled her heels and pulled down the cover to the bed.

“You just need to loosen up a little…. ” she’d managed to completely unravel his tie now it hanging loose at the sides of his neck. “Y/N you think he’s pretty don’t you. She’s told me….. ”

“Sleep Garcia,” you covered her up, placing a glass of water and some advil on the bedside table. She started snoring before you’d even closed the door, and you led Spencer down your stairs to your kitchen.

He went to call a cab, coming back in a few minutes later. “There’s an hours wait, can I just crash here?” he’d rolled his sleeves back up. They’d come loose in his tussle with Penelope.

“Sure thing. Beer?” you pulled two out of the fridge ready. “I’m not quite ready for sleep yet.”

He took one off you taking a long drink as you leant back against your kitchen counter watching him.

Penelope was right, he really was pretty.

“What?” he clocked you watching him, licking the residue of his beer off his lips.

“Nothing, I was just thinking that I agree with Pen. You are definitely pretty Spence. Pretty hot.” Smooth Y/N, smooth…

His eyebrows shot up in suprise, “What?”

You shrugged, “You’re hot Reid.”

“You think that I’m hot?” Disbelief clouded his voice.

You moved closer to him, taking the beer bottle of his hand and placing it on the counter besides him.

“Yep,” you popped the p. “Especially now, slightly dishevelled, tie hanging loose.”

“Erm, I kinda think you’re pretty too,” he blushed slightly, biting his bottom lip.

It was the lip bite that did it and you reached out grabbing the loose ends of his tie.

“Good, it makes this so much easier,” you tugged hard on the tie ends pulling him towards you, his lips coming down to meet yours.

His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands moving straight to your waist and gripping firmly. You started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt making quick work of opening them.

Tilting your head to the side you flicked your tongue out, dragging it across his lip and feeling them part, his own tongue coming out to meet yours hungrily. Fuck, the boy was a good kisser.

Pressing his body against yours he started walking you backwards until your felt the edge of your kitchen island jabbing into your back. His hands moved to bottom of your top, pushing it up and over your head, your lips breaking contact so you could pull it off.

He stared at you hungrily, taking in the curve of your breasts. Tugging on his tie again you pulled him back down, him hesitating before pressing his lips to yours again, “Are you drunk Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest Spence. We don’t have to do this though if you don’t want to.” Giving him the chance to bow out now.

“No, I do want to. I like you, a lot. I just…. Didn’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“I like you too Spencer, have done for a while. Now can you just kiss me again please,” you yanked on the tie now, seeing a grin appear on his face before his lips pressed against yours again, moving faster now.

His hands started roaming up and down your torso, grasping at your skin and making you gasp when his palms skimmed over the cups of your bra. He moved his hands up to your shoulders, pushing down the straps. Your hands found his belt buckle, fumbling with it and then popping open his button and zipper.

Moving his hands to your butt, he crouched slightly picking you up and placing you on your worktop, pushing your skirt up as he went. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him tightly to you, feeling him hard against you.

Reaching his hand between your legs he began massaging over the fabric of your panties, the friction making you cry out. Moving from your mouth he started kissing a wet trail down your neck to your breasts pushing down the cups of your bra as he went. Your hands moved to his hair, tangling in his messy curls as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you feeling it harden instantly as his tongue flicked out against it.

“Fuck Spencer….. ” You moaned as his hand moved faster between your thighs, pushing your underwear to one side so he could caress you, feeling how wet you were. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you needing him now. You untangled your hands from his hair moving them down to his pants and shoving them open and down, hearing his buckle clink on the floor. Gripping his erection you positioned him at your entrance, sliding as close to the edge of your counter as your dared without risking falling off.

He kissed back up to your mouth, before pushing himself into you, a groan leaving his throat as you tightened around him.

“So….. So good Y/N,” your legs locked around his waist he began thrusting, filling you deeper with each move. You gripped the sides of your counter to stop from coming off as his pace increased, his hand slipping back between you to massage and rub at your clit, the sensitive nub already throbbing.

Kissing and licking his neck you stifled your moans as his fingers increased their rubbing, driving you crazy.

“I’m close Y/N, this is too good,” he rasped out, his other hand digging into the curve of your ass.

“Mmmmm I know, just a bit…… Oh fuck.” You’d been about to say harder when he hit your sweet spot deep inside, making you bite down on his shoulder.

A few more thrusts and you felt yourself going light headed, that familiar heat rushing through you. “Spencer, I’m gonna….. Ah…ah, fuck.”

The contractions from your orgasm sent him over the edge too and a few hard, fast pumps later and he moaned the same, long low “fuuuck” as he came.

You held each other panting, your legs loosening their grip on him.

“Wow,” he whispered into your neck.

“I know,” you chuckled back.

“Guys…. Are you done? Can I get another drink now?” You heard a voice from the other side of your kitchen door, you both pulling apart quickly.

“Shit!” You both exclaimed grabbing at your clothes, Garcia pushing the door open seconds later a dirty smirk on her face.

“The kitchen counter….. Nice work genius!”

anonymous asked:

Hiii! Would you please write a Clony fic where Tony and Clay get caught making out?!? ❤️;)

Read it on AO3

1 – Ryan Shaver

The first time Clay and Tony get caught making out is unfortunately, by Liberty High’s biggest gossip. It is about a month into sophomore year and so far Clay has managed to avoid being in something scandalous enough to be printed on the pages of the infamous ‘Lost and Found’ zine’, however there was no way he was going to avoid this one. It started about a month ago, this… thing he had with Tony. He couldn’t really put a label on what it was, all he knew was that it was fun and exciting, and Tony sure was a goddamn excellent kisser. So excellent, in fact, that Clay decided that waiting until after school to put his mouth on the other boy was far too long a stretch to go without.

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anonymous asked:

Like the other asker said, I love your villain/hero prompts. (I think you've got a bit of a fan base here.) Any prompts for a kidnapped hero realizing they know their villain in everyday life? And the villain knew they knew each other all along? You write the best prompts I've ever seen! So much inspiration is drawn from them 😘

Thanks! <3 And by the number of villain related prompts/asks I now have archived in my head/the inbox I think I agree. Wonderful problem to have. I promise not to spam you all with too much villain/hero content though.


1) “I came to you for help!” And yet, all along, they’d been on opposing sides. “I trusted you.”
“And I helped,” the villain said. “Just like you begged me to. You never felt as safe as you did with me, so stop looking at me like that.” 


2) “So I’m guessing I don’t get the promotion, boss?”
The villain raised their brows. “No, by all means. It’s all yours.The extra responsibility might even help keep you out of trouble. Just don’t expect to be off the hook for lateness if you get yourself kidnapped playing hero.” 


3) “Hate you? I don’t hate you. That would require me to hold you in something other than complete contempt.”
“It certainly sounded like contempt when you were moaning my name last night. Very convincing.”
“A lot’s changed since last night.”
“Yes, just not how much you want me.” 


4) “How could you betray your own family?” their voice cracked. 
Me? I’m not the traitor here.” The villain’s fists clenched. “Someone had to protect our family, and you were far more concerned with running around playing rebel, fugitive, soldier, spy than sticking around for your own. So don’t you dare take that tone with me.” 

Does anybody else feel like their emotional/mental age is younger than their chronological age? I’m curious about this topic, because my therapist seems to think that is the case with me. She seems to think I have about a 4 year mental age lag which wouldn’t make me 21 but 16 instead emotionally and mentally. I think I agree because it makes sense why I’m still very immature for my age and why I’m not in tune with things other people that are 21 are doing… but I was curious. Do you think this is actually a thing or am I just being told a load of hooey?

You Deserve To Be Loved

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Words: 941
Requested by  christinalibertymikaelson : Hello again! I would like to request a Crowley one shot please! In which the reader helps or saves the reader and she thanks him and tell him he deserves to be loved (recalling the scene back in season 8 where Sam was in the church with Crowley and she said he just wanted to be loved bc of the influence of the human blood) do I make scene? Btw Happy Easter!!!



           You had taken the hunt alone because all the research pointed to one witch. One. Not five. Not a freaking coven. It had pointed to one witch. And now you were completely and totally screwed.

           Sam and Dean were hours away and you were stuck in the basement of an old house with witches just above you. If they didn’t know you were there, they would when you tried to stroll through the front door to safety. You didn’t know what you were going to do. You had no options.

           You were about to just give yourself up by trying to sneak out when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

           You jumped, ready to fight when you came face-to-face with Crowley, “What are you doing here?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice down.

           “You’re in trouble, Love,” he said in a normal voice.

           “Shh …” you warned.

           “They don’t scare me, Darling,” he said, “You, on the other hand, you scare me,” he smirked, “Would you like help getting out of here?”

           “What’s in it for you?” you asked, knowing he didn’t do anything just to be nice or for free.

           “A date,” he said.

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William Nylander

Originally posted by willynylanders

Warnings: None

Request: Will you please do a William Nylander where you guys get into a fight and he leaves for practice or a game and he gets back and you’re not there so he thinks you left but really you just had gone somewhere and your phone died? Thanks so much! Love you and your writing so much 💟

Note: A huge shout out to @annalahey for proofreading for me.

You had never been one who was fond of fights. You and your boyfriend William did not fight very often, however, it seemed as if it was all you had done in the past week or so. Every little thing either of you did would get on the other’s last nerve, today was no exception. Your university had just let out for summer break and you had been relaxing for the past few days, taking in life without the stress and anxiety that finals had caused you. Willy had gotten on your ass earlier and claimed you “never did anything” and that he “could not understand why you had been locked up in your room for such a long time.” Luckily, he had to leave for a mandatory practice for the upcoming playoffs before things escalated too far.

You are suddenly pulled from your thoughts of the previous fight with Willy with a low buzz  sound coming from your phone.

Do you think you could come over? I have huge news and really want to tell you in person.  The text from your best friend reads.

I’ll be right over, I just want to make sure I’m home when Willy comes home. We both said some pretty hurtful things to each other. You quickly type a reply, but before you can press the send button a “low battery” message pops up on the screen. You dismiss the notification and press send.

Within a few minutes you arrive at your friends apartment and knock on the door. She immediately pulls you in for a hug, a huge smile on her lips.

“What’s gotten you so wound up?” you chuckle as she lets go.

She does nothing but stick her left hand out and sure enough there is a gorgeous diamond on her ring finger.

“Congratulations!” you squeal and wrap your arms around her for another hug, “I’m so happy he finally did it.”

“That makes two of us,” she basically shouts into your ear.

“I think this deserves a celebration,” you state.

She nods, “I think I would have to agree with that statement.”

The two of you decide to head to a bar not too far down the street. After a few minute of thinking -arguing with yourself- you figure it’s best to text Willy and let him know what was going on. To your dismay, when you pressed the power button the screen remained blank. It’s fine, Willy probably went out with the guys anyway, you think to yourself. Eventually, you are able to push the thought from your mind and have fun with your now engaged best friend. You end up staying at the bar for a couple hours before you decide to head back to your apartment.

You slowly begin to unlock the door, careful not to wake up your boyfriend. You figured he would be sleeping due to his playoff game tomorrow. You quietly walk into the living room only to come face to face with William. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, a deep breathe being inhaled every so often. You were completely unaware of why Willy was crying, had something happened while you were away? You move to his side and sit down on the couch softly. You place a gentle hand on his back and he jerks forward.

Your eyes meet and he looks as if he had seen a ghost, “You left.” Could the reason he was crying be because of the fight earlier.

“I’m sorry Willy. I didn’t mean to stay out this late,” you wrap an arm around him.

“I got home and you weren’t here,” he croaks out.

“I was with one of my high school friends,” you look into his deep blue eyes, “I would have texted you, but my phone died.”

“I thought left because of what happened earlier,” William says with tears still flowing down his cheeks, “I thought I lost you.”

“Willy, I would never leave you like that. I love you too much to do such a thing.” You lean into his warm body as he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry about everything I said earlier, I was frustrated with everything going on. I had no right to take it out on you.” he buries his face in your hair.

“I’m sorry too, I understand how stressed you are and I need to be more patient with  you.” you give him a slight squeeze.

“Don’t be sorry baby,” he rubs your back soothingly, “Just promise me one thing?”

“Depends on what it is,” you tease with a small smile.

“You will buy a portable charger,” he says with a slight chuckle.

“I think I could do that,” you nod.

“Oh and one more thing?” he adds, “No more fights.”

“Deal.”

anonymous asked:

So I'll begin this by saying I'm a straight white guy just so that's out of the way. I really don't understand privilege and was wondering if there was some simple way to understand what it means. I'm not a feminist and I don't think I agree with feminism completely but if you have some time I'd appreciate it

Ok, so instead of defining privilege let’s look at some practical examples.

You and I are both white and the subject of racism comes up… We can opt out of that conversation, we can choose not to have it and not be affected by it.

That is a LOT harder to do when the subject actually involves you.

If you hear two women talking about how they hate men and how men are scum you might have an emotional reaction to that.

If you are a person of colour and you hear racist bullshit your whole life it’s not so easy to just brush off that conversation as it might well impact you, the opinions expressed can affect you and it is likely to get to you emotionally.

We’ll go on to another.

You and I might face hardships in life, they might be AWFUL, we could grow up in poverty and be abused. Maybe we work hard and get out of that situation, it doesn’t mean we didn’t work hard if someone calls us privileged, it means that, for all the obstacles we may have faced there were ones we didn’t have to and there were ways that we were not hindered due to, in this case, our race.

We don’t have to worry about negative bias meaning that people won’t want to hire us or they won’t trust us or they will bring stereotypes to hold against us and try to stop us from achieving our goal.

We have white privilege, it doesn’t mean we are blessed to live a stress-free easy existence, but it means some obstacles are removed.

You and I both live in the real world and, presumably, we have both had to struggle with money and trying to balance our finances. Money would make some of our problems go away… Obviously not ALL of them, but assuredly that would be one less hoop to jump through.

In essence that is what privilege is, your privilege removes a hoop you might otherwise have to jump through.

But having not jumped through that metaphorical hoop, and lived that existence and examples of oppression… We don’t truly understand it. We can try, we can listen and support those who do. But we tend to not do that.

We tend to get annoyed and even aggressive when someone says they had an extra barrier than us and we hear a personal attack when it’s meant as a personal expression.

That lack of experience can lead us to pretending that they didn’t have to jump through any extra hoops, even if they try and explain it, we can dismiss this.

A practical example of this would be when discussions of race come up and we say that someone is “playing the race card” or “using race as an excuse”, it can progress to the point where we actually start talking about it as though they actually jumped through LESS hoops than we did “well, minority scholarships exist and I’m not eligible for one so the world is biased in your favour”.

We will focus on one small thing we believe that is a benefit to oppressed groups and ignore all context… In the above example we would be ignoring the fact that minority scholarships exist to correct an EXISTING problem, because people like us are statically more likely to make it into college even if we scored the same or even lesser grades.

Privilege is a guide for the way the world treats you, why it treats you that way and the possible outcomes this will have for you.

So when people tell you to, say, “check your privilege” they are asking you to examine the biases you have and the benefits you haha likely received without realising it.

It’s a very simple, yet long-winded explanation and I hope it made sense, it’s 10 in the morning and I still haven’t slept so, sorry for any parts that begin to ramble.

Out Of The Rain, Into The Storm - Jughead x Reader (Jason’s Murder Investigation Series) - Part 1

Here it is! The highly requested Jughead and the reader investigates Jason’s death together fic series!
I just need to say a few things:
I will try to keep the reader character as open ended and gender/race neutral as possible.
This begins during the second episode, sometime after Weatherbee announces that it is a murder investigation and just sort of ends at Cheryl’s confession.


You duck into the diner, just managing to escape the sudden torrential downpour, adjusting your school bag as you scan the place apprehensively. Pop’s is more crowded than usual, no doubt due to other people seeking refuge from the rain, and you look around for anyone familiar. You hopefully seek out Betty’s blonde hair, remembering how warm she was to you on your first day, but instead you find nothing but intimidating upperclassmen and elderly couples, until your eyes fall upon a grey beanie clad head. You vaguely remember seeing him in class, seated a couple of seats behind you and as you walk up to his booth, you strain to remember his name. What was it? Jug… Juggie? Jughead?

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The Book Worm and the Beast- Isaac Lahey

Originally posted by silly-australian-little-men

Originally posted by thetimelordsofbaskerville

Request// Would you mind doing an imagine with Isaac or Liam (from Teen Wolf) and them having a crush on the book nerd and such. Like the girl is obsessed with books and fandoms like we are. - @omaha-wolf

*So pumped for another request! This is a super busy week, but writing definitely helps the stress. xoxox*

“You know if Y/N ever lifts her head from that book, she’s gonna think you’re a total creep.” Isaac fell from his ignorant bliss of staring at you from across the library and glared at the less appealing Stiles.

“Remind me again, why I’m here with you,” Isaac grumbled out.

“Dude!” Stiles retorted louder than expected. The shout gained attention from most visitors and a shush from the librarian. You glanced over quickly before going back to you reading. After regaining his calm, Stiles continued. “You’re supposed to be here helping me with Chemistry. Not drooling over some hot girl.”

“She really is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Stiles sighed out in frustration as Isaac fell in his daydream of being with you, but in all honesty, he couldn’t say for sure if you even knew he existed. He had liked you since the 7th grade, and even then, you always were reading. The two of you had English together once or twice since then and whenever you opened your mouth to speak, it was like pure poetry to his ears.

The problem was that Isaac had never been brave enough to talk to you, much less ask you out. Even after being turned and evolving into almost a completely different guy, that scared quiet part of him had yet to fade when it came to you.

“Look Isaac, I don’t get why you don’t just go up to her,” Stiles stated. “I mean you’re good at lacrosse, you’re tall… I guess you’re not terribly bad looking.”

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skinnierthenthem-deactivated201  asked:

Ay I'm new from ?libfem?I think?? I find myself agreeing with but also confused by a lot of radical feminism. Besides tumblr, do you have any suggestions for accurate sources to learn from?

Theres a radfem forum run by scientific radfem which is really cool, you could ask her about that but other than that I can’t think of anything off of the top of my head :/ 

Any fellow radfems have any recommendations?

Me and mom

I was sat at home one night in my room when my cell vibrated next to me. I opened it up and there on the screen was a photo of my mom completely naked with the message ‘come over I’m desperate for a fuck!’

I knew mom was seeing a guy and she had sent it to me by mistake. I couldn’t take my eyes off the photo though. In fact I found myself turned on by it. So much so that I set my cell down on my bedside table and stared at it as my dick got hard. I ended up sat on my bed jerking off to that photo and came all over myself.

About a week or so later I felt I had to tell her she had accidentally sent the photo to me and she was mortified. She asked me what I’d done with it so I lied and said I had deleted it. I had put it in a photo vault app on my phone so showed her it wasn’t in my photo album and she was relieved.

Another week or so later I was racked with guilt and satvher down to tell her what I had reallly done with the picture and what I’d been using it for. She said nothing as I told her I’d been jerking off to it. The following night we were sitting watching tv and she said 'you really jerked off to that photo of me?’

She caught me off guard but I said 'yeah. I’m sorry mom. That photo was hot though. I know you’re my mom but I’m a young guy and everything was on show so it made me horny’

No more was said about it and I went to bed around 11:30. At about midnight my cell vibrated again and unopened it up. Another photo from my mom and this time the message just read 'I’m getting the hang of this camera now. How do I look?’ and in this one she had clearly set her phone down and put it on timer as it was from the perspective of the end of her bed between her feet. Her legs were open and she had her tots on her hands. Instantly horny. I sent it to my photo vault and created a 'Mom’ folder before I set it down and jerked off to my new image.

The next morning at breakfast I told her I’d got a message again and she said 'Again?? I must have hit the wrong number’ and carried on making pancakes.

I didn’t believe her for a second. She had sent that to me intentionally and that night I knew for sure. Once more my phone vibrated and there again was a message. I opened it up and I was confronted by a close up of my moms spread pussy with the message 'This one wasn’t an accident. Last nights wasn’t either. Happy fapping. Love from mom’

I was in limbo between being stunned that my mom would send me something like that and the fact that I was turned on by it. The photo went straight into my vault and I set about jerking off again.

The next morning I said nothing and waited for her to speak. She put my plate of pancakes down in front of me and said 'so did you get any messages last night?’

'You know I did’ I replied

'And? Did you like it?’

'Yes. Yes I did’ I said

'Did you jerk off over your photos again?

'Yes’ I replied

'Good’

After breakfast I left to go about my normal working day. I was sitting at my desk when my phone vibrated and there was another message from mom. I didn’t want to open it at my desk so I went to the bathroom. There were two images this time. One was of a dildo wedged between her big tits and in the other one the same dildo could be seen half way inside her pussy. I got hard so quick I had to pull my cock out in the cubicle and see to myself. I saved the pics to my vault and went through the rest of the day having bad thoughts about my mom.

After dinner that night my mom said 'So how was work?’

I said it had all been okay and that I’d had to jerk off in the bathroom because she had sent me more photos.

'After accidentally sending you the first two and knowing what you did over them it got into my head that you like how I look. That makes me happy and gives me confidence son. Does it bother you? If it does I’ll stop sending them’

I didn’t speak right away and she turned and walked away looking a little forlorn. She was at the sink and said 'It’s okay to be honest with me son. I won’t send any more if you’re not okay with them. I’ll understand why. It is a bit odd of me. But then so is you jerking off over them. Probably best it stops now’

I took a breath and said 'I’d rather you didn’t stop’

She turned and smiled at me like I’d just made her year. 'Okay honey, I won’t stop’

That night I went to my room and about half an hour later the expected happened. I opened up the message and it was another photo. She really was getting the hang of this whole selfie thing because this pic was incredible. It was from between her feet again but this time she was on her hands and knees. The perspective gave me a view between her legs of her tits hanging down and I could see clearly that not only was her pussy wet but that she had a small, dark blue jeweled butt plug in her ass. 'Thinking of you, Love from mom’

Best photo yet! My god it was so hot! I put it straight in my vault and started tugging on my dick. My phone went again. Another message. 'I hope you liked that photo and that you’re doing what I hope you’re doing xx’

I thought about how best to reply and settled on the only real option. I stood my cell up on my bedside table and stood in front of it…..and hit record. I looked into the shot and said 'I liked it and I’m doing exactly what you hoped I’d be doing’ and then stood up straight to capture me tugging on my hard cock’. I went to my messages, hit reply and attached the video.

I waited for what seemed like an age, wondering if I had overstepped the line. Eventually there came a new message. It was a short video of her face and she said 'not my little boy anymore I see!’

I sent her a message back with a photo of my hard cock attached which read 'impressed?’

I got an instant reply of 'Very! Make sure you jerk it hard over your collection xx’

I tugged myself silly that night laying on my bed and made a huge mess all over my stomach and chest.

Breakfast was quiet the next day. I think we were both contemplating what would happen that night.

During lunch at work I decided to act first and sent her a photo of myself after my jerk off session the night before with the text 'I think you’ll agree I jerked it hard last night x’ and within a minute I got a reply. A photo of the dildo absolutely covered in creamy white cum and the text 'Doesn’t it seem like such a waste xx’. That was the moment I knew she wanted me to fuck her…..and that I was going to.

That night after dinner I went up to my room fairly early. I hoped by doing so she would follow suit and things would kick off earlier giving us more time. I had a shower and was laying on my bed naked when the message came through. 'Are you having the same thoughts as me?’. There was no picture attached. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs so I knew she was still down in the living room. Then the idea hit me. I got up and went down the hall into her room. I sat in her dressing table chair and sent her a photo with the text 'I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page x’

Straight away I got a reply 'You’re in my bedroom?’

'Yes’

A couple of minutes passed and the bedroom door opened. She walked in, closed it behind her and made her way over to me. 'You’re hard already’ she said

'Anticipation’ I replied

She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She had on a matching set of underwear with stockings. 'I may have been hoping all day that this would happen so I prepared in advance. Do I look good?’

she looked amazing and I told her so. My dick was stood up hard against my stomach and her gaze fixed on it. 'Definitely not my little boy any more’ with a wry smile. She seemed to walk like she was floating, gliding across the room before kneeling down and taking my cock in her hand. 'Is this better than photos and doing it yourself’ she said as she started to jerk me off.

'Oh god yes. This is better than everything that has lead us to this point’

'I agree’ she said 'and it’s only going to get better’

With that she leaned forward and damn near inhaled my whole cock. I swear it was effortless and before I could actually say anything her nose was pressed against my stomach and the end of my dick was in her throat!! She had clearly practiced a lot and I was thankful then that my mom loved cock so much. I reached down and undid her bra, setting her big tits free so I could give them a good squeeze. She grabbed my waist and pulled me to the edge of the seat and kneeled up. Looking me in the eyes she put my cock between her tits and spat on it before pressing them together and starting to wank me with them. She looked a vision of sluttiness as she kept eye contact and I watched the head of my cock emerge and then be consumed by her glorious breasts.

I felt like all the attention was on me so took her hands and moved them off her tits. Her breasts fell slightly and my cock sprang out from between them. I stood up and took hold of her waist. I leaned in and kissed her before making my way down her body. I took time to cover her tits with kisses before I went down over her stomach to between her legs. I lifted one leg and placed her foot on the chair and then went in for my fill. Her fingers were soon tugging at my hair as I licked, kissed, fingered, and tongue fucked her pussy. She was moaning like crazy and so I hooked two fingers inside her and pounded at her g-spot. She started spraying cum everywhere. She was a squirted and my god did that turn me on. Her legs started shaking and she looked like she was going to fall over so I stood up and put her hands on her dressing table. I stood behind her and without a word I guided my hard cock deep into her soaking wet cunt. She was drenched and the sound of my cock fucking her was like music to my ears.

'You can’t cum inside me!’

'Oh I can, just not in your cunt’

I pulled out and said 'I remember the butt plug in the photo’ and pressed the wet head of my cock against her puckered hole and pushed. 'Oh you dirty bastard’ she said 'fuck yes! Oh my god fuck my ass!’

I pushed harder and she took me all the way to my balls. She reached into her dressing table drawer, pulled out her dildo and slid it straight into her pussy. I could feel it as I fucked her ass. She was in a whole world of her own and was soaking the carpet between her legs as I felt my balls tighten. I let loose a huge torrent of cum into her ass and her legs went. She fell to her knees and turned around gasping for air. She looked up at me and just said 'Jesus fuck!’

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

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Temporary Home

by asteroidphil | No warnings other than fluff and feels | Dan/Phil | 2.2k | complete

Summary: It’s time for Dan and Phil to move on from their current flat, but finding a new home is easier said than done, especially when they know that it’s not going to be their forever home.

AN: It’s 03:30 there are probably some errors, i’ll read over it again and correct them (ill remove this once i have) 

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miriannemiri  asked:

Luke rescuing Vader?

Luke broke into a run as he finally caught sight of Vader between the trees, slumped down not far from his crashed and still smoking TIE fighter.

“Father!” he shouted, skidding to a stop and dropping to his knees next to him, his hands fluttering uselessly across Vader’s chest. He had never before been so glad to hear the steady, mechanical breathing, though right now it was far too shallow and labored. He had come as quickly as he could, stammering some excuse to Leia that he couldn’t even remember now, as soon as he had felt the fragile brush of his father’s plea against his mind. He had been surprised at the strength of his reaction, at the surge of terror that had ripped through him when he felt how weak Vader was.

Now he reached out and took his father’s hand. He squeezed it gently, relieved when Vader returned the pressure. “I was afraid I wouldn’t – ” Luke couldn’t finish the sentence. “Where are you injured? What can I do?”

There was nothing obviously wrong with him, no outward injuries Luke could see, and he feared any damage was internal or to his life support.

“Luke,” Vader said, between rasping breaths, “I did not think… you would come.”

“Shh, Father. Of course I came. What happened?” Vader was alone, and there had been no Alliance activity in this system as far as Luke was aware. He should not have crashed.

“My Master was… displeased with me,” Vader replied. Luke frowned. That wasn’t much of an answer. He would need more specific details later, but even without knowing exactly what had happened, his anger flared at the Emperor’s cruelty.

“What do you – Hey, don’t move!” Luke pushed lightly against his father’s chest as Vader tried to get up.

“You cannot carry me, young one.” The gentle rebuke was accompanied by a hint of humor from his father, and Luke ducked his head to hide a small smile. If his father was well enough to joke with him, he would probably survive this.

“No, I don’t think I could,” Luke agreed. “But let me help you.”

He helped pull his father to his feet and let Vader drape an arm around his shoulders for support, wrapping his own arm around Vader’s waist. His father leaned heavily on him, and Luke drew on the Force to help him bear the weight. Their progress was slow, and the first time Vader stumbled, he almost took Luke down with him.

Luke kept up a steady stream of murmured encouragement, trying to soothe the growing frustration he could sense from his father. Vader did not like admitting weakness, much less showing it, and being unable to walk under his own power had to hurt his pride.

Despite Vader’s shielding, Luke could feel echoes of his pain. He worried at the sharpness of it and was glad they did not have much farther to go before they reached his ship.

“I trust you had the sense to bring more than just your X-wing,” Vader said, his voice weaker than Luke had yet heard it, and he clutched his arm a little tighter around his father.

“I borrowed a small shuttle.” Luke was trying very hard not to think about where he was going to take Vader. He would not trust a civilian hospital, and he did not think his father would allow him to bring him back to the Alliance. Nor was he foolish enough to think the Alliance would willingly treat him. No, bringing him back with him would be more of a death sentence than leaving him here, untreated. That left only one option, and Luke’s mind shied away from it. He knew if he set foot on the Executor, he would not be allowed to leave it. But for his father’s life?

His shuttle finally came into view, and his steps faltered, his body trembling with the strain of carrying his father’s weight, the Force augmentation of his strength notwithstanding. He almost lost his grip on Vader, but held on with sheer willpower.

“Almost there, Father,” he muttered, even though Vader could see the shuttle just as clearly as he could. The encouragement was as much for himself as it was his father. He wished he could have landed closer to Vader’s crash site, but there hadn’t been a clearing large enough.

Luke managed to get Vader onto the shuttle and settled into the copilot’s seat without further mishap, but as he turned away to run the ship’s startup sequence, Vader’s hand clamped around his wrist. Luke stilled and closed his eyes, unwilling to look at his father.

“I need to return to my ship,” Vader rasped. Luke nodded once, feeling his stomach twist in resigned anxiety. “Luke, look at me.”

It took Luke a moment to turn and meet his father’s gaze. “I know,” he said quietly. “I knew that when I came.” Now he regretted the hasty lie he had told Leia. He should have said a proper goodbye, or even told her the truth, even though he knew she would never have let him go if he had.

Vader released his wrist and reached up to tentatively brush the tips of his fingers along Luke’s cheekbone. Luke blinked in surprise but didn’t pull away from the contact. “You will be allowed to leave. I will not keep you,” Vader promised.

Luke released a surprised breath when Vader’s thumb swiped across his cheek, brushing away a tear Luke hadn’t realized had escaped his eye. He captured his father’s hand in his own and bowed his head.

“Thank you.” Relief lifted the weight of anxiety from his shoulders, but he felt a small, sharp jab of disappointment at the thought of leaving his father, and he spent the short flight to the Executor contemplating it.


So this is obviously a little longer than three sentences, but it got away from me. I couldn’t do it justice with only three sentences. It’s also a bit disjointed, and I might edit it later and make something longer out of it. It has some promise, I think.

Also, I’ll let you decide whether Luke chooses to leave Vader or not, once he delivers him back to his ship. :)

Send me a set of characters and an AU setting for a three sentence fic!