if you said no you are correct

When their child asks them how babies are made. - Monsta X

//Finally a fluff request, thank you anonnie//


Shownu:
When your three year old daughter asks him the questions he didn’t think he’d hear for another 12 years, he’d just look at her in silence, trying to find an answer to her question, potentially turning to you for advice.

“Mind helping me out here a bit?”

Wonho:
He’d start laughing at your sons question and turn his head towards you, pointing his finger at you before leaning in closer and whispering to him:

“Wait until daddy’s at work and ask mommy the same question.”

Minhyuk:
He’d try to thoughtfully inform his four year old daughter about how babies are made but would struggle to form a correct sentence without your daughter asking another question.

“Sweetie, the stork brought you and dropped you off at our house.”
“But mommy said that the stork doesn’t do that.”

Jooheon:
He’d sit down in front of your son and already have the conversation planned out in his head, ready to take on the challenge on explaining it to a two year old.

“Well if mommy and daddy love each other very much, daddy puts a little baby inside mommy’s tummy. Just like you.”
“But how does the baby get in there when there’s no hole?” Jooheon would clear his throat, struggling to find a family friendly explanation.
“Right…no hole.”

Hyungwon:
He’d immediately start to panic, desperately trying to find the right answer without the risk of ruining your daughter’s childhood by explaining it too clearly. Before he’s able to start his sentence, your daughter has found a new distraction, the question long forgotten.

Hyungwon would let out a deep sigh and nod in relief. “Good. Let’s wait with that conversation a few more years.”

Kihyun:
His head would immediately turn to you in disbelief to what your son has just asked and you’d simply shrug at him, leaving the room quickly.
He’d turn towards your five year old and lean in closer, clearing his throat. “Well, how do you think babies are made?” 

“The stork dropped me off on the porch.” Kihyun would be relieved by his sons answer. “Exactly. Let’s believe that a few more years.”

Changkyun:
He’d immediately burst out into laughter by your daughter’s adorable question and be ready to openly explain it to her, since he’d believe it’s never too early.

“Well, sometimes when mommy and daddy are in our room we-” 
“Changkyun!” You’d yell, cutting him off midsentence before taking your daughter out of the room.


Love, Youngmi~

anonymous asked:

there's no such thing as mild autism bb. autism is a spectrum with different symptoms all varying in severity. (Also, seeing your description of your issues, you are most likely on the spectrum)

my apologies. we get taught outdated stuff in education regarding neurodevelopmental terms. my teacher was still using add and adhd, rather than adhd with the 3 subtypes. :C 

Translation: Ouhi no Yakata/Château de la Reine

Hello. Thank you for reading my translation for Ouhi no Yakata/ Château de la Reine.

As this is (somehow miraculously?) before Tokyo run, hopefully this can help people who want to see it in Tokyo understand a bit more. Or help those waiting for the DVD to prepare to watch it when it releases.

This work comes with a few necessary notes beforehand. Please read them.

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anonymous asked:

Jw, did you get some sort of sick pleasure by building up your readers' hope then shitting all over it. it's hard af to find bottom viktor fics, especially semi-coherent ones that don't read like they were written by 15 year olds.You said you wanted to break stereotypes?By yet again writing the guy who is whole 4(!1!) years older and like 2 inches taller than his partner as the dominant? Ground breaking stuff here. i wouldn't care if you stayed in your own power bottom!1! yuuri lane but why bait

Since you decided to follow me here and didn’t keep your whining to comments… 

I never once used the term bottom Victor. It’s not in the tags, never was, never will be. I used the term Omega Victor, which is correct. 

Omega DOES NOT immediately mean bottom, so who’s falling into stereotypes if they read it that way, huh?

They switch, get over it. Neither is purely top or bottom. Victor isn’t dominant, he’s actually more likely to tend submissive due to the gender dynamics. Yuri is slightly more dominant by nature, but doesn’t want to exploit it. 

They’re equals. And that’s more beautiful than any discussion of who’s plugging what when. 

anonymous asked:

i have a question - if you're gay but not out, then you are closeted (whether publicly or privately), but if you're bisexual and not out, are you still considered closeted in the same way? Suppose dylan is bi for argument's sake and he's dating BR, so if he hasn't said publicly he's bi, does that make him closeted? Or is he like half out? lol I'm not trying to offend, I really don't know this! what is the correct terminology?

I think the issue with being closeted has more to do with him lying. If you’re under the impression that Dylan is dating Britt to not date a guy then he would be closeted, but if he is bi and dating Britt and living his life, he’s not.

All in all he might just be a Hoechsmosexual so the whole thing is moot to begin with. I think as more gays come out, the bisexuals are too. The women are kind of leading the charge but I’d like to see more men do it.

full offense but

shaming non-offending MAPs, bullying them, and making it harder for them to find support is contributing to the potential of a child being harmed.

they are reaching out for support because they deeply, profoundly want to never, ever hurt a child. 

it is entirely possible for a MAP to live without ever offending, but like anyone with a natural predisposition toward harmful behavior, support and community are vital parts of that equation. 

and even if you don’t want to openly be an ally or openly show support for people who are actively working at living a life that is lawful, meaningful, productive, and non-offending, then you can at the very least not be a dick to them. 

[note: as a non-MAP i don’t want to talk over actual members of the community so if you are a MAP and i have said something wrong, please feel free to correct/clarify– and if you aren’t one but have questions that an actual MAP might be better able to answer than an ally, i highly recommend @mappositivity, who is super friendly and helpful and has educated me a ton] 

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Earlier this week, West told concertgoers in California that he would have voted for Trump if he had voted in the election.

West was booed by fans in San Jose after he said: “I said something that was kind of politically correct. I told y’all I didn’t vote, right. I didn’t tell you… I guess I told you… But If I would’ve voted, I would’ve voted on Trump.”

[x]

cnn.com
'I am not going to be talked over tonight'
"I am not going to be talked over tonight," says Van Jones as he clashes with a Trump supporter over fear of internment camps.

(CNN) – CNN’s Van Jones exchanged hot words with Kayleigh McEnany on Wednesday night as the Trump supporter argued Jones ought to repudiate fears among protesters that a Trump administration would create camps for illegal immigrants.

“You should correct that fear,” said McEnany. “Donald Trump has never proposed internment camps. You have to correct that fear.”  "You need to back off,“ Jones fired back. "You need to have a little bit of empathy and understanding for people who are afraid because your candidate has been one of the most explosively provocative candidates in the history of our country.”

“There is a price to be paid for that,” he added.  As McEnany sought to interrupt Jones, CNN’s Anderson Cooper jumped in, telling her to “let him finish.”  "I am not finished,“ said Jones, his voice rising. "I am not going to be talked over tonight, I am not.”  Jones said he was not spreading unfounded fears of internment camps but that he senses a real terror among minorities who opposed Trump.

  • Lily: He said he'll point him out to us.
  • So you approach on foot from the south, and me and Remus will be in an unmarked car here.
  • James: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. "Me and Remus"? Didn't you mean "Remus and I"?
  • Lily: Oh, God.
  • James: I corrected your grammar! Are you so proud of me? Are you horrified? Are you super horny?
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“God, black leather jackets are so hot.” You breathed out as you, Sam, Dean and Cas strolled pass a high end store.

“Hot? I had no idea clothing had such a high temperature…” Cas said, eyebrows forwarding as he over thought your comment. You giggled, shaking your head softly. 

“No, Castiel. I meant that leather jackets look very handsome on men.” You corrected yourself.

“You think leather jackets are hot?” Dean raised an eyebrow and you nodded simply.

-

The motel was dewy and cold. You shivered and cuddled into the bed further. “Where’s Dean?” You asked Sam as he punched the keys on his laptop quickly. 

“Hmm?” He hummed softly and turned towards you a little. “Oh, Dean. Yeah he went out or whatever. Hey, you hungry?”

“Starving.” You smiled and thanked the gentle giant as he headed out the door to grab some grub.

Dean walked into the room no longer than 5 minutes later. “Hi.” You smiled and continued scrolling through your phone.

Dean stayed silent for a minute. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You asked, confused. 

Dean didn’t answer for a solid ten minutes, making you return to your previous activities. 

“Anything?” He said impatiently. 

“What?”

Dean looked down, tugging at new leather jacket. 

You flushed, feeling as if you were missing something. “You got a haircut?”

“Nevermind, dammit.” 

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Stiles x Reader

Requested By Anon



“Do you know what she said, she said let Stilinski talk, he knows more than google.” Stiles snapped as he rambled on.

“Stiles you do always correct her.” Scott muttered and adjusted his straps.

 

“Yeah and I wouldn’t do that if she wasn’t always wrong.” Stiles waved his arms about and glowered at where you were sat reading.

 

“But she isn’t always wrong that’s what she gets so annoyed about.” Scott smiled at you and let out a sigh as you caught onto what Stiles was saying and slammed your book shut.

 

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Like, in the US, most obese people are POOR, because unhealthy, high calorie, high fat, high salt foods are actually much cheaper than healthy foods. Our food system and health system are fucked and bizarre. I can get a cheese burger from McDonalds for less than a bag of carrots.

You are fighting the good fight when you said this @fandomsandfeminism, but I just need to correct this bit of misinformation so you can continue fighting with the right facts on your side. [source thread; cw fat phobia]

Poor people, and especially poor people of color, are indeed more likely to be fat than their richer and/or white counterparts. But the reason is not because “unhealthy” food is cheaper. 

Food insecurity is one important reason that poorer people are fatter. But the processes by which food insecurity leads to fatness has less to do with the types of foods people eat and more to do with the metabolic changes that result from cyclical starvation. [source]

 Also, the stress of social oppression changes people’s biochemistry in such a way that becoming fat is more likely. Stress hormones tip the balance towards growing the fat organ, even when food is scarce and people are malnourished. [source]

And being fat actually offers protection against many of the diseases that are caused by the stress of oppression and poverty – including cardiovascular disease, cancer, type 2 diabetes, kidney disease, and others. Once people develop these diseases of social oppression, being fat is actually a good thing. [source]

 Also, white supremacy is based in part on valuing a thin body type that is more common among white people of European ancestry, whereas many of the racial and ethnic groups that are marginalized under white supremacy also happen to be fatter, or at least, prone to fatness under certain circumstances. Old timey racists basically latched onto fat phobia as a means of further oppressing and excluding the people they wanted to oppress and exclude. [source]

So basically, poor people are fat for a whole host of reasons that have nothing to do with the cost of McDonalds. That is actually just a fat phobic myth that allows privileged people to “blame” poor fat people for their body size and the poor health status that is incorrectly attributed to that body size. It’s easy to avoid responsibility for social oppression when poor people are just fat and sick because they make made food choices, am I right? Yuck. [read more]

I know you wouldn’t want to perpetuate that type of harmful and abusive ideology, so it’s a good idea if you – and all of us – stop spreading that myth around!

EVEN stands in the bathroom in the flat with wet hair and white shirt. ISAK stands in front of him and tries to tie his tie. He’s fumbling and doesn’t seem that great at tying ties (even though he, of course, said he was). EVEN smiles and stretches forward towards the sink to grab his beer. He takes a sip.

ISAK: You need to stand still baby.

EVEN smiles: Evi?

ISAK doesn’t understand: Evi?

EVEN: Did you call me Evi?

ISAK: I called you baby.

EVEN smiles: Sounded like you said Evi.

ISAK: Why would I call you Evi?

EVEN: Don’t know. Nickname.

ISAK smiles: Nickname? No.

ISAK corrects the tie: Done.

EVEN turns towards the mirror and looks at his tie, he smiles and kisses Isak.

EVEN: Ready for a party then.

ISAK tales a sip of his beer: Ready for 2017.

EVEN: What do you wish for the new year?

ISAK: That Trump is deposited.

EVEN:  That’s kind of an asshole thing to say, considering he’s your uncle.

ISAK: I know, but he’s kinda an asshole himself so he can take it. What do you wish for?

EVEN: That you learn how to tie a tie.

ISAK smiles: Haha, fuck you.

EVEN smiles and kisses ISAK: No. I don’t wish for anything. Only for everything to stay the way they are now.

ISAK smiles and kisses EVEN:

EVEN corrects ISAK’s fringe: Happy new year then, baby.

ISAK: Happy new year then, Evi.

David Bowie fandom Gothic
  • People keep telling you he has different coloured eyes. You correct them. It keeps happening again and again and again. There’s no end to this torture.
  • There’s a lightning bolt photoshopped onto a photo of him from every era. You don’t know what’s true anymore. Could the real Aladdin Sane please stand up?
  • David Bowie collaborates or was friends with an artist/musician. You are now a fan of said artist/musician. You have no choice in the matter.
  • Everyone both simultaneously loves and hates Labyrinth.
  • Some of his films are completely lost to time, has anyone actually seen B.U.S.T.E.D?
  • There’s is so many unnofficial biographies and they are all both fiction and non-fiction at the same time.
  • You copy his haircut. Your next haircut is another one of his haircuts. And the next. There’s no escape.
  • David Bowie is always simulatenously lying and telling the truth. You can never tell. Was he being serious in that one interview in 19xx?
  • You start noticing clothes that you think he’d wear, but they’re so ugly that you could never pull them off like he did
  • Every magazine is just another source of new posters.
  • David Bowie makes you question your gender identity and sexuality. These feelings didn’t exist before you found him, or did they?
  • You meet other Bowie fans. Somehow they are all the same, but different.
  • You don’t know her, but you trust Iman
  • Every now and then, you just get sad thinking about him.
Dirty Admissions

Summary: You use a jealous Pietro’s ignorance to your own advantage to get him to admit your relationship
Warnings: swearing, almost smut
A/N: I was reading through old requests at 1:00 because I couldn’t sleep and this happened #sorrynotsorry

“You’ve been fucking each other for how long now?”

“Four months, three weeks, and five days,” you answered Natasha’s question, taking another sip of your drink and running your hand across your face in an attempt to conceal your embarrassment.

“And neither of you are fucking anyone else?”

“No,” you said, pressing your lips together and regretting your existence. Natasha had caught you sneaking from his room early Thursday morning, your hair a mess and your shorts in your hand. “Neither I nor Piet are fucking anyone else, Nattie.”

“Yet no one knows and neither of you will admit you’re together?”

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wanderedinwinter  asked:

Hello! Do you know when the official release date of The Silver Mask is? There are a lot of conflicting rumors, so I was wondering if you could clarify? Thank you! <3

October 10! Silver Mask really kicked our butts in that it’s a book with a lot going on for Call both magically and emotionally. We need a a little extra time so the book was pushed back about a month and a bit. Amazon should update with the correct release date soon.

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“I’ll kill you —“ There were tears on Call’s face as he flung himself at Alex. “I’ll kill you —“

“Stop him,” said Alex lazily, and seconds later, Call felt himself seized by a dozen Chaos-ridden, their grips like iron.

Alex’s eyes danced. “I made these, Makar,” he said, gesturing toward the Chaos-ridden in the clearing. “I am their creator, not you, not Constantine. They belong to me. They’re obedient to me.”

Cheeky Affairs

Notes: This doodle was so adorable the words just flew out, I couldn’t help it x)

Warning: word vomit, FLUFF 


“You guys lost,” smirked Gray.

Knowing exactly what that’d do to Natsu.

“You don’t have to keep repeating that ice-face!” he yelled snappily at the smug mage.

“Gray is correct,” Erza said sagely, from where she was perched next to Gray on the hotel bed, though it wasn’t hard to notice how she was gloating as well. “And so you have to face punishment set by us!”

“N-now now,” said Lucy, seated on the floor next to Natsu, holding up her palms in a placating manner, “we don’t have to get too excited over the punishment.”

“Yeah, but we still are,” said Gray, not taking his amused eyes off Nastu’s huge pout. “You didn’t reach the mayor’s office first, we did. And the spoils of war go to us.”

“What war? It was just a race!

“Spoils of the race, then!”

“I don’t think that - ”

“Would you just tell us what it is already?!” yelled Natsu, unable to stand another second of Gray being any kind of winner.

Gray and Erza exchanged a not so subtle glance at each other before nodding.

“Well this is gonna be exciting,” muttered a very excited Happy from behind his paws.

“You two,” said Erza grandly, “have to be close!”

“Well that’s stupid. We already are, she’s my beat friend,” said Natsu, missing Lucy’s flushed, but pleased smiled.

“What she means to say is, you’ll have to be physically close,” said Gray.

“What!?” yelled a now very obviously flustered Lucy. “That’s - no - you can’t - I’m not - this - rude - ”

“Woah, woah! Lucy, why’d you head go straight to the gutter?” teased Gray.

Lucy stilled and took on an even brighter hue. “W-well you said…”

“Sit on his lap,” commanded Erza. And no one refused an Erza command.

Sighing deeply and wondering why such things only happened to her, Lucy gingerly got off the floor, turning towards Natsu. It really didn’t help her situation when he only leaned back, smiling, resting his weight on his palms as if offering his lap saying - ‘Come here, it’s all yours.’

Somehow she managed to sit daintily, doing her best to not put too much of her weight on him. The only positive she could find was that with her back facing him, Natsu couldn’t see her expressions.

“That looks really awkward,” Gray commented, titling his head to one side, as if judging a painting.

Erza and Happy nodded their agreement with equal seriousness, heads titling as well.

Lucy was about to made a snide remark at them when she felt her entire seated self being lifted into the air.

Natsu, in an act of weirdly good non-combat coordination, turned her around to face him, before placing her back onto his lap.

Much to Lucy’s only growing embarrassment.

“That’s much better!” Natsu declared cheerfully.

In the background now, Erza, Gray and Happy were all exhibiting varying levels of interest at the scene before them.

“N-no it’s not!” argued Lucy in a soft voice.

“How come? You’re sitting more comfortably now and I can see you!”

“Don’t you see how close this is? How inti - oh, never mind,” she gave up, rolling her eyes before dropping her face into her palms.

“Hey now,” he said softly, “don’t be like that.” He drew her hands away from her face and held her chin, titling her head towards his own.

Lucy flushed.

Erza was scarlet.

Even Gray turned slightly pink - 

Happy wondered where he could get fish flavoured pop-corn for this.

And Natsu simply pulled Lucy’s cheeks. Wide.

“Hahahahahahaahahahahahaha! Oh man, Lucy you look so funny!”

And everyone deflated, hopes of anything fluffy happening to their secret ship now leaving them. Except a now pissed Lucy.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see how you like it!” she challenged, pulling at his cheeks while he was still laughing.

With his moving and her practically leaping at his face, her hand happened to misfire, and ended up hooking a cheek.

Not one to go down over a blooper, she dug her other thumb into his mouth as well, before quite genuinely laughing at what she had made of Natsu’s face.

“T-that’s even funnier!”

“Wha the he’ Luhee, wea sahosed ta be a ‘eam!”

“Well you did it fir-”

Natsu took his chance to hook her cheeks as well, thus beginning a tug of (cheeks) war between the two.

Meanwhile, the rest of their team were looking on in quiet disappointment laced with a smidgen of disbelief at the two, and how they chose to respond to sitting so intimately together.

“Well what did you expect,” Gray finally said to Erza. “They’re as daft as they come.”

Erza was now in the very depths of self-battering hell. “It was because I didn’t try hard enough. I should have committed fully to the endeavour. Should I asked them to have taken their clothes off? Set a part of Lucy on fire for the appeal? Maybe - ”

Gray, horrified with where Erza was going with this, decided that she needed to get away from her match-making efforts.

Match-making? Mira. Another bet maybe? Oh jeez.

He nodded to Happy and they both gently lifted Erza off the bed and outside for a walk that they hoped would do her (and Natsu and Lucy’s chances at a long life) some good, leaving behind the two wrestling best friends, not bothering with notifying them.

“Le’ goh oh ma sheeks, Nahshu!”

“Nah unlil you do ferse!”

“You - ouch!”

And Natsu knew what had caused that yelp of pain. Immediately, he let go of her cheeks, and let her hastily withdraw her own hands as well.

He always forgot his fangs had potential to hurt. And now thanks to that Lucy had quite a nick on her palm.

Without much of a thought, he did what he always did - what came first to mind.

He licked it.

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