so I haven’t been paying much attention to Tales from the Borderlands because I have the patience of a small child and I don’t want to wait for every episode to come out…but I’ve seen all kinds of spoilers via gifs, videos, and pictures. So here’s a headcanon blurb. Stop me if I get too rant-y.
So I saw an image of Rhys (that’s his name, right?) And I saw a bit of blue tattoo peaking out from under his shirt. My immediate thought was HOLY SHIT is Rhys a siren?! So I decided to google me some spoilers. Anyway dot dot dot people are shit head dudebros who feel the need to voice their opinions loudly (what else is new?) However, someone made a wonderfully delicious point.
Sure, the fucking Borderlands lore stated specificity on many occasions that sirens are female. And the average fan, being a trans-misogynistic pieces of shit immediately conclude that NOOOOoOOoOooOoOoo Rhys MAN nOT WOMAN you crazy bitches need to back off of a good MAN character…
Anyway, sidetracked, what was I saying? Ah yes, why the fuck can’t Rhys be trans?? Why the hell not? He could actually be the only living male siren who was assigned the female gender at birth. What’s stopping that? We need more positively shown trans characters in everything!
I’m pretty fucking sure this will never happen in canon, but a girl can dream can’t she?
siiiiighs, why do small minded assholes seem to dominate the world?
Anyone who has followed my blog since the beginning knows that I was a VERY strict band blog and that these bands were all I cared about. Things have changed, and don’t dress this way anymore but these bands were such a huge part of my life, I can’t just throw them away. I want them to go to someone who will appreciate them as much as I did.
So I’m giving away merch from:
motionless in white
pierce the veil
sleeping with sirens
of mice & men
miss may I
the devil wears prada
bring me the horizon
and some batman stuff
These are mostly old shirts that you can’t buy anymore, and things from tours that you wouldn’t be able to get anywhere else. Some shirts have been cut into tank tops, and they’re mostly mediums, but there are smalls and larges as well. It’s free clothes, guys.
You don’t have to follow me but if you do that would be sweet. Just reblog this, likes don’t count. I’ll pick a winner on July 6th 2015.
The other day I saw a group of guys wearing bowling shirts walking towards me. Upon closer inspection, the team name was Wesley's Crushers and embroidered on the shirt, where the alligator or horse might be for Lacoste/Polo, was a tiny little you - as a child, in a Starfleet uniform. Seriously regret not getting a photo. The attention to detail was impressive, but did leave me wondering where the hell do you find someone to hand embroider tiny Wil Wheatons on bowling shirts in bulk?
I really need to have this. GET TO WORK, INTERNET!
There was another party tonight, a frat party. Honestly, I
didn’t really want to go but all my finals were over, and my friends were all
going so I said fuck it.
I got changed, not actually putting much thought into my
outfit, simply changing my shirt to a crop top and put some high waisted shorts
on. I texted my friends, letting them now that I was ready and soon we were all
headed to the party together.
“I wanna get shit faced tonight.” My friend, Amy, said as we
walked in. “And hook up with someone.” She added, looking at everyone in the party.
I snorted at her words as we made our way through the frat
house. “What? Don’t laugh at me Y/N. You should hook up with someone too; you’ve
been studying to hard lately. You need to relax.” She drawled out and handed me
a cup filled with an unknown liquid. I drank it, happy with the taste.
We stayed together
for the first bit, talking to each other and getting to see who was here. “Oh,”
She nudged my shoulder. “I’ll see you later.” She walked over to a group of
people, some of which I had no idea who they were. I laughed into my drink when
she started to clearly flirt with I guy I knew she thought was hot. Go Amy.
“Why are you standing here all alone?” I heard someone say
from behind me. I turned around and saw Luke Hemmings coming to stand next me,
a cup in his hand as well. He had on a snapback, covering his usually blond
up-do, a black tank top and jeans, with sunglasses hanging off his neck.
I didn’t know him that well, I had one class with him and we
didn’t talk that much. I’m pretty sure that this was his frat house though. “My
friend ditched me.” I laughed.
“That’s too bad. But I guess that means that you’re stuck
with me for now.” He said with a small smirk, bumping his shoulder with mine.
I always felt conceited when I thought this, but I’m pretty
sure that he was hitting on me. “Really and how long do you think I’m going to
be stuck with you?”
“However long you want me around.” He teased back. I nodded
and laughed, and finished off the rest of my drink. He immediately offered me another
one, and again, I said fuck it and agreed.
I ended up hanging out with Luke for most of the night; we
stood around, then sat around, and then stood again. I don’t know where Amy had
gone, I saw her a little while ago but I don’t know where she had gone now.
“What?” I asked Luke, seeing his lips move but not being
able to hear what he had told me. I think the music had gotten even louder, and
more people had piled into the house making it louder than it should be.
He leaned in closer so that I could hear him. “You wanna go
outside, its quieter out there.”
I nodded, and followed him out the door. The sun had already
set, but it was still light enough to see. It was also much quieter.
“C’mere.” He said, leading me around the house. There was a
small garden type thing; I didn’t even know that they gad gardens. Okay, it was
more of a patch of grass and some bushes surrounded by trees, but I was still
“Is this where you bring all your girls?” I teased, looking
around. He laughed and followed me. “You got me there Y/N.”
“You know there’s one thing that I regret this year.” Luke
told me, putting down his empty cup on a cheap looking lawn chair. “And what’s
that?” I asked, noticing how he didn’t stop walking in closer to me.
“We didn’t get to hangout more.” He said, a smile breaking
out on his face. He looked down at his feet, and if I knew him better I would
say that he was nervous.
“Smooth, Hemmings.” I said, similar smile lining my own
“I try.” He shrugged. I think he was going to kiss me, I was
almost a hundred percent sure of it. Honestly, I wanted him to kiss me. Either
the alcohol had gotten to me, or I just really missed a guy but all night I’ve
been starring at his lips and imagining the feeling of them on me, really
wanting to know how his lip ring would feel against my lips.
Before he could make a move, someone called his name making
him turn his head around, away from me. “Hemmings! C’mon, we’re playing a
little game inside.”
He looked at me, and I shrugged and followed him back
inside. Turns out, that “little game” was an altered game of truth or dare, one
of those alterations being that no one who was playing was 12.
Luke sat down with everyone on the floor, looking up at me
and patting the spot next to him. I laughed and sat down next to him. Now that
I looked around, I had realized that I found Amy. She was sitting on that guys
lap, the guy she was flirting with earlier on.
They were spinning a bottle in the middle of the circle, and
honestly I was really happy that I had nothing to do with it yet. Of course,
that was until Amy spun it and it landed right on me. I inwardly groaned; the
fact that we were close friends made it worse because she knew what would piss
me off. And, I’m pretty sure she was drunk.
“Y/N, truth or dare?” She asked, smirked on her lips. I
quickly thought it over. “Dare.” I said, as confidently as I could. If I said
truth she would make me confess something embarrassing to all these people, something
that she already knew.
“I dare you,” She trailed off, looking around. “To play a
game of too hot with Hemmings.”
Maybe it would have been better to have picked truth. “What?
I uh-“ I glanced over at him, and he had the same facial expression as how I
“No Y/N. Rules are rules. Remember, first one to use hands
loses.” She said. Yep, she was drunk and I was going to hurt her later. Sure, I
wanted to kiss Hemmings but not like this, in front of all these people.
I let out a sigh, I turned my head to look at Luke. I kept
my hands by my sides, actually trying to win. I leaned in, we were already
close enough that our arms were touching, so now that we were closer together our
He leaned in to connect our lips, and it came as a small
shock, even if I don’t know what I was anticipating. His lips were soft against
my own, not applying a lot of pressure but his lipring was hard and cold, but
oddly felt nice.
I pressed myself closer to him, applying more pressure. I
felt his tongue poke into my mouth, and I think he shifted closer to me so that
our chests were basically pressed up together. We were both turned, bodies
twisted awkwardly so I detached our lips for a brief second to swing my legs
over his own, straddling him.
My hands were still at my side, but they were digging into
my things, itching to run my fingers through his hair. I pulled back again,
tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. A small groan escaped the back of his
throat, and he moved his head in closer to mine to press up closer to me again.
He tried to move in closer, moving my hips against his.
Next thing I knew, I felt a pair of hands grip at my waist,
moving up to my neck. His fingers toyed with my hair, and I heard a few people
say something about the game being over but that didn’t stop us. He pulled
away, but resting his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.
“I guess I won.” I whispered, moving off of him. “I guess
you did.” He said, as I sat back down next to him. I saw Amy wink at me from
across the room, and I rolled my eyes.
The game kept going, but Hemmings leaned in. “I’ll be back
in a sec.”
I was confused to see him go, but Amy got my attention from
across the room, and she nodded her head towards where Luke had left, moving
her hand up and down, in what people would say a handjob motion. I shook my
head, flipping her off.
He can laugh and his tongue sticks out of the side and its freaking adorable.
then he puts on a plaid shirt. I’m just saying Phil in plaid has probably caused someone to pass out because he’s so fucking good looking.
ANDD do not get me started on Phil in glasses. I know he doesn’t like wearing them but he looks like one of those guys you see in the back of a coffee shop reading a book and you think about him till you fall asleep.
He is a literal ray of sunshine. If I’m sad and I watch one of his videos I feel so much better. He has to be an angel because somebody this wonderful is nearly impossible to find.
I firmly believe he saved Dan on some level and I need Dan just as much as I need Phil. So thank you Phil for helping Dan the way you did. You are the best friend people would kill for.
Phil cares so much about his viewers he literally sees us as his family.
The fact he tries to not curse because he doesn’t want to influence his young viewers is freaking amazing.
I really wish I could word this better because this doesn’t give Phil justice at all.
I want Phil to know he matters because he matters beyond belief.
I may be having one of my Phil days, This could be because I just watched ‘trapped in my jeans’ which is my favorite Phil video. I don’t know but Phil if you see this I hope you know how important I and so many more think you are thank you for everything you’ve done Phil <3
It would be just my luck to shake a water bottle that had one of those fruit punch powder packets in it and the cap not be all the way on. It doesn’t help with the fact my shirt is white. Pretty sure I could get away with telling people I murdered someone now. Someone better bail me out of jail later.
Calum sat up… wait why was he lying down in the first place?! And where was he? He was suppose to be in a small computer room in the middle of North Weald, how di…
“Oh you have got to be kidding me…” He looked around and saw it, Fuyuki bridge. He could only assume that him a Julius has swapped places. “You have go to be kidding me… well at least I have my clothes.”
He unzipped his crimson hoodie. “At least the powers that be gave me my Deadman Wonderland t-shirt…” He quickly zipped up his hoodie and checked his pockets. “My iPod, key, wallet, earphones and a £10 note. Yeah, British money will help here.” He sighed.
“Now… um.. how do I get back home? Someone, anyone, help?”
I did a photo project called “The Man Makes the Clothes” it’s a play on Mark Twain’s quote. “The clothes make the man. A naked man has litte or no influence on society.” & I disagree. Nowadays in society, people often get judged by outer appearance. And especially for me being a black man, if I’m waking down the street in some sweats & a shirt, I’ll get judged or even overlooked. But if I’m walking down the street with a suit on, I’ll get stereotyped as, “important” or like “oh yeah this guy is about something.” Or something of that nature. And my whole motive with this project is to change people’s perspectives to not judge someone by what’s on the surface. Someone could be an awesome individual, but majority of people wouldn’t give them the time of day because of what they look like or what they’re wearing. But if you take the clothes off the man, they are the same person… BLACKOUT.
// Cameron and Indigo are step siblings with benefits, they help each other out in times of need, no feelings involved. But when Cameron starts falling for Indigo, things get messy and people get hurt. //
A faint sound of someone knocking the door caused me to look up from my laptop and sigh. I pushed myself off the bed and made sure I looked presentable before I opened the door. It was 10.17am and I was wearing a my coca-cola shirt and a pair of shorts.
“Good morning newly weds,” I greeted the two adults standing behind the door and moved to the left so they could come inside.
“Hey honey,” Dad replied while taking a seat on the couch. “Everything okay?” He asked. I nodded and closed the door behind me.
“So what’s up?” I asked, slightly annoyed by the fact that my anime marathon was disturbed. Dad and Gina looked at each other and smiled nervously at me. Something felt wrong.
“Honey, I know this might come as a shock and I you might be upset about this but um…” I held my breath, expecting the worst. “We’re moving to L.A.?” He sounded slightly unsure. The two of them watched my expression closely, trying to decipher the meaning behind the look on my face that was a mixture of shock, disbelief, sadness, anger, frustration and a (tiny) pinch of excitement.
“Oh. Aha wow but like no thank you? I was born and raised in New York and I plan on living there until I die, like mom.” I laughed as if it was the funniest thing on the planet. “You could move here with Gina and whoever and I’ll just stay in Manhattan with grandma. That’ll be fine, right dad?” Dad furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at me.
Indigo, we are moving to L.A. I am not going to leave you alone in New York-”
“I’ll be fine with grandma!” I interrupted.
“Indigo! I’ve spent 19 years doing everything I could to keep you happy. Can’t you do this one thing for me?” He pleaded. I was at a loss for words when everything he said finally sank in. He did do everything for me all these years. But I refused to face the music.
“You’re asking me to leave behind everything I know for you? I have rights,dad. I’m almost 20, I’m practically an adult! I can do whatever I want with my life!” Gina shifted uncomfortably in her spot next to dad on the couch. I felt bad for her and embarrassed by how rude and bratty I probably looked while defying my father.
“Stop exaggerating, Indigo. It’s not like we’re never going back there again! I’m sorry but the universe doesn’t revolve solely around you.” he spat bitterly. Ouch.
Frustrated, I stormed out of the room and took the elevator down to the pool. A couple of kids were splashing each other with water while their mom laughed and took pictures of them. How I wished I had my mom right there and then. She would know what to say to make me feel better, she always does. I plopped down on one of the deck chairs and started thing about the time a girl in my class broke three of my coloured pencils and I was really sad about it and mom said “Hey, at least she didn’t break your bones! Then you’d be all wobbly and squishy.” I remember my 5 year old self laughing so hard i choked.
Mom passed away when I was six. She died of leukemia but she was still the same cheerful person she was during her last few days. I was the only child so I had no one other than my dad to rely on when mom passed away.
Dada took three moths off work, doing nothing other than taking care of me and grieving when I’m in school. Sometimes he would sit in front of the television for hours, watching old videos of mom from their high school days till my sixth birthday (he still does once in a while) and sometimes I still hear him crying in his room.
Despite all this, he still kept a brave face for me, for us. I realised that dad scarified almost everything he had for me. He started working from home so he could look after me and he rarely went out with his friends because he didn’t want to leave me alone with anyone else (”You’re all I have left, Indi. I can’t lose you, not after your mother,”he always said.) He made me and my happiness his main priority in life for almost 20 years. Why won’t I do the same thing for him?”
“Indigo, honey?” I turned around and saw my dad. I rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to erase all proof of me crying just seconds before. “Indigo I’m sorry. I should’ve discussed this with you first,” he said softly.
“No dad, I’m sorry. I’ve been so selfish the entire time. You’ve done so many things for me, it’s time I return the favour. If moving here is what you want, then okay. I guess I was to shocked to think straight.”
“Really? You’d do that, Indi?” I nodded and hugged his tall frame. “Thank you, baby.”
I pulled away and smiled at him. “No dad, thank you.”
Wait, but living in L.A. meant living with Cameron. The hideous thoughts from last night corrupted my mind once again. Just then, Cameron appeared at the pool. The top half of his body was exposed and he had a towel thrown over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes when he smiled and waved at us.
“He’s a good kid,” dad smiled. I snorted.
“Suuree he is.”
<A/N> Hello!! Thank you all for the great response so far, I’m really happy okay!! I wrote this chapter at 3am today because I couldn’t sleep ): There’s not much of Cameron in here, mainly Indigo and her dad, but there will be a lot of tension between Cam and Indigo in the next few chapters so stay tuned folks!!! And stay hydrated because it’s important and drinking water makes your hair and skin look and feel nice!
Ok but can you imagine trying to tell Luke you’re pregnant in a really funny way and he’s just being his slow self and not getting it. Imagine finding out you’re pregnant, so to surprise Luke with the happy news you get him a tshirt with the words «hemmo2015» and he’d be like «babe I think they made a mistake.» and you’re looking at him like «are you fucking kidding me?». So he’d be staring at the shirt and be like «it’s supposed to say 1996 cause that’s when-» and he’d just stop and look at you and go «you’re pregnant aren’t you?» so you’ll nod and he’ll laugh because he totally blew it but then he starts crying because he’s gonna be a dad and I’m sobbing someone hold me
ok someone was like, a Ronan/Blue get-along shirt wouldn’t work because of their height but hear me out:
Gansey decides that a get-along shirt is a good idea after Blue and Ronan have another half hour long bickering session.
Blue and Ronan are not happy but, you know what, okay, we’ll get along. and then Ronan picks Blue up by the waist and they chase Gansey around Monmouth all afternoon pretending to be a two headed monster.
“ Shoot your local heroin dealer ”
It’s forward and accurately conveys my feelings towards anyone who decides to sell it. I lost someone really close to me because of not only his own personal decision to keep going, but his other “ friends ” who enabled that behavior. It’s simple. You think you’re making money, but you’re killing my friends.
2 dollars from every shirt is donated to T.js Place of Hope in kettering… a safe haven for young adults to get help when they feel like no one really understands or cares. Trust me. I’ll care.
“Alright then. If you’re sure you wanna know” Victor’s new lover had found the riding crop in the wardrobe while looking for a shirt and it became a conversation about Victor’s past kinks.
“It’s not for BDSM.Just in case you wondered.Im not a sadist I don’t get gratification from hurting someone. Okay,here goes. To put it simply I like D/s scenes.It stands for Dominant x submissive.It’s when one, me, takes the role of the master and another takes the role of the puppy slave. And yes, that includes a collar and a leash. The crop top is used as severe punishment when the puppy disobeys. I prefer orgasm control or denial as well as forced chastity more than corporal punishment but I have had submissives that preferred a more traditional punishment like spanking or the crop. “
“With the exception of my family, he was probably the only other Jew who had ever set foot in B. But unlike us he let you see it from the start. We were not conspicuous Jews. We wore our Judaism as people do almost everywhere in the world: under the shirt, not hidden, but tucked away. “Jews of discretion,” to use my mother’s words. To see someone proclaim his Judaism on his neck as Oliver did when he grabbed one of our bikes and headed into town with his shirt wide open shocked us as much as it taught us we could do the same and get away with it. I tried imitating him a few times. But I was too self-conscious, like someone trying to feel natural while walking about naked in a locker room only to end up aroused by his own nakedness. In town, I tried flaunting my Judaism with the silent bluster that comes less from arrogance than from repressed shame. Not him.”
I’m in my own house and someone tells me to put a bra on. I have the same size breasts as my brother. Probably smaller.
I had a shirt on with the sleeves cut off showing the side of my chest and he yells at me to put a bra on. Like its 87 outside and we don’t have our air on. I want to wear a shirt where I get a lot of circulation.
Home come my dad can walk around the house in his underwear and no shirt when his chest is larger than mine? How come when I have a shirt that shows my “side boob” in my own house, it’s indecent and offensive?
Someone today was criticizing me for my shirt and we were going at it and she was like "yeah that guitarist Mitchell is ugly as fuck" and I literally slapped her right then and there. My response was "He's my Kitten. Back off." It made me so mad mom
OFMFOF DONT LET PEOPLES WORDS GET TO YOU THAT BAD BABY CONTROL YOUR ANGER NEXT TIME!! I know it hurts but pls control it next time
Going to go biking before it starts raining. During that biking I need to release the extreme anxiety I’m having. I’m conflicted whether to attend pride without a shirt written on my chest/stomach area “Transman & Proud!” It’s a pride event why am I so worried and afraid? Maybe since even LGB people have been extremely rude/mean/disrespectful to me due to me being transgender. I’m afraid once I’ll use the bathroom I’ll get bad looks even at pride or I’m afraid of someone hurting me. Since I have been assaulted before due to me being me. Then I think there needs to be more representation of transgender people at Pride since I’ll never forget the year I went there was only one sign with the transgender symbol on it. It was the year when gay marriage became legal in NY. I felt like the T wasn’t even visible and really sad. Anyways I got some thinking to do. #lgbtq #lgbt #transman #transgender #transmanproblems #gay #health #fitness #socialanxiety #fear #biking