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Your fics and blog makes this small corner of the world seem big. ❤ For the prompt​ list, 1, 2, and/or 5 Gaston x Reader, please!

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Prompt 2: Person B is getting pushed around. Person A offers to beat them up, but Person B is too independent for that. Person A decides there is only one thing to do, teach Person B to fight.


“Come on, I could do better in my sleep!”

“Gaston…I’m not…Used to…This…” You grunted rhythmically as you continued.

“Please, I’m getting tired.”

“Don’t make me take over, because you know I’ll only be more merciless.”

“Oh god alright, alright! Just…A few…More…So close…Ah!”

You finished, collapsing onto the floor, panting heavily.

If anyone were to hear the noises that were coming from your home, they certainly would get ideas. Yet fortunately you weren’t exercising quite in that way.

“I hate situps. Why did I think adding them into my training was okay?”

“Because I suggested it to you,” Gaston smiled from his seat a few feet away. Though he was your trainer, he spent his time ‘encouraging’ you, or as you liked to say, “Threatening you to do better or else he’ll up the ante and add three times the amount of training you already were doing to your workout.”

He preferred his way of saying it more.

“I regret asking your opinion,” you say, dragging yourself onto the couch.

“I offered to beat that guy up for you, but you said -”

“I am perfectly capable of handling myself, I just need to buff up a bit. Yes, I am fully aware, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It was sarcasm.”

“…You’re welcome.”

You wiped the sweat off of your forehead, “Maybe I should let you just beat that guy up after all.”

“No, you’re in this for the real deal now. I’m just here to make sure you don’t slack. Now c’mon, thirty second planks. Or would you prefer the half mile run first?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just, a five minute break, please…” you closed your eyes, still gasping for air.

“If you do the half-mile, I’ll run it with you, and you know -”

“- That you run shirtless, yes I know. I’ll take the planks, please.”

“Oh, come on! I have nice abs.”

“More like flabs, really.”

“You did not just - You know what? Fine,” his voice went from playfully flirty to seriously offended, “You’re doing two minute planks, and you’ll do the full mile run. Alone. With none of my amazing qualities, abs included, to accompany you,” he crossed his arms and looked away in a childlike fashion.

“Flabs.”

“THEY ARE NOT FLABS.”

The Drive part 2

I forgot to mention before that this fic takes place some time after my previous fic, the locker room. Not too important, but it helps with context. If you don’t want to read that fic, just know that Betty and Jughead got hot and heavy (but didn’t go all the way) in the boy’s locker room one evening. I intend on writing a part 3, but it probably will take a while. Anyway, enjoy!


The Drive, part 2

The drive was made in silence between the young couple, save for Betty’s hushed sniffles as she allowed herself to calmly cry. She leaned up against the passenger window, staring out at the trees and night sky, sinking deep into her thoughts. The couple made their way just out of town, and followed a well traveled dirt road that lead to an abandoned camp ground half way up the mountain. Jughead parked, turned off the engine, and began preparing himself for the worst.

He swallowed heavily, and gripped the steering wheel in a feeble attempt to ground himself. Without meaning to, he glanced over at Betty, and pain wretched through his chest. Her head was hung low, her eyes locked on her fingers as they traced the crescent moon scars on her palms. She brushed away slow tears that continued to stream down her pink cheeks. He fought back the urge to pull Betty close to him, to cradle her head in his hands and hold her until the pain subsided. He recognized that Archie’s drunken speech was the initial damage to Betty’s night, but Jughead felt just as responsible for her pain. She’s loved Archie since we were kids…  Maybe he was right? People do crazy things when they’re lonely… He breathed deeply, and forced himself to speak.

“Betty…”

“He was just drunk,” she interrupted, “Drunk, and saying stupid things he doesn’t mean.”

Jughead paused, thinking carefully before responding.

“Drunken words are a sober man’s thoughts, or so they say,” he let out a heavy sigh, and shifted his body to face hers, leaning one arm across the backrest. “I can’t speak for Archie. He won’t talk to me about you, I honestly have no idea what he really wants. I imagine tomorrow once he’s nursed his hangover, he’s going to owe you an explanation,” He paused, waiting to see if Betty would share her thoughts. She graced him with long awaited eye contact, her sad, frustrated eyes meeting the concern and shame in his. He continued, his heart pounding and making it difficult for him to think clearly.

“All I do know- Betty… you-” he stuttered, and swallowed. “You deserve to be happy,” He finally choked out. “You do so much for everyone else all the time, and I’m afraid you’ll forget about yourself Bets. Maybe Archie meant what he said, maybe it was just the booze. Either way, I don’t… I don’t want you to feel obligated to- to continue whatever we are. No harm, no foul. If you think Arch can be good to you and make you happy, then I won’t stand in your way,” Before Jughead could continue, he realized Betty no longer crying. In place of her tears, a subtle smile tugged at the corner of her lips, still sad but somehow different. Was this pity? Jughead felt embarrassment swell in his cheeks. He was doing his best to be supportive and honest, and she pitied his sincerity? The sudden vulnerability weighed heavy in his chest.

“So where would that leave you, Jughead?” she said softly, and the tension in Jughead’s shoulders let go.

Her voice was so soothing to him, even in moments of anguish. His eyes fell to his knees, eye contact becoming too intense for his racing heart and mind. The thought of being without Betty was suffocating, but he knew Archie had been the apple of Betty’s eye since they were kids. The two of them were destiny, and her fling with Jughead was just a distraction along the way. No matter how much it hurt, he couldn’t bear to come between Betty and her happiness. His jaw was stiff, his body tensing as he waited for the girl of his dreams to slip through his fingers and into the arms of his “best friend”.

Betty could see the heartache festering behind the raven haired boy’s aloof demeanor. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and the expression in his eyes was distant, like Jughead couldn’t fathom the answer to her question.

“You know you deserve happiness too, right?” she leaned slightly closer to him.

“No where near as much as you do.” he spoke under his breath, but Betty heard every word. She shifted next to him, barely inches separating them. Alarmed by her sudden shift, and her faint but intoxicating vanilla scent, he looked up at her and into her crystal blue eyes, still red and damp. He listened intently to her, mentally commanding himself not to wrap his arms around her and never let go.

“Archie’s never cared about what I want. He makes all these decisions because it’s always what he wants, when he wants it. He’s just not capable of thinking any other way. It’s not a bad thing,” she rambled, struggling to make her point without condemning the boy next door. “I mean, that’s what makes him the passionate idiot he is. He has a good heart and he’s not trying to hurt anyone. But, at the end of the day, the most important person to Archie is Archie. But you, Jughead…” She took his free hand and squeezed gently.

“Your first thought is always me, even over yourself. Last time I checked, I’m one of the few people in your life lucky enough to make you happy, and yet you’re willing to let all that go because you think it’ll make me happy to be with Archie? It’s both the sweetest and most stupid thing I’ve ever heard,” she let out a tired laugh.

Jughead spoke without thinking, “We do stupid things for the people we love.”

The pair were frozen for a moment, suddenly aware of the implication of his remark. Betty pursed her lips, waiting to see who would take the leap of explanation. Jughead felt like his lungs were pure lead, and a bitter metallic taste saturated his mouth. He couldn’t believe the words that had just escaped him. He was supposed to be letting her go, not confusing her with his stupid feelings.

“Jughead…” she whispered. “You love me?”

Her words hung in the air, her gentle gaze never leaving his. He was left with no choice but to be whole with her.

“Of course I do.”

His voice was low, raw, foreign in his throat. Without hesitation, Betty slid her hand up his arm, cradled his neck with her dainty hand, and brought her lips to his. Her other arm slinked around his back, and gripped a handful of his sweater. Jughead’s hands followed suit, leading his arms to wrap her small frame tightly against his chest. She pulled back, smiling brightly, and Jughead didn’t loosen his grip even slightly.

“I love you too, Juggie.” Her voice sent a tidal wave of emotion through his entire being. He had spent so much energy forcing himself to believe that maybe, possibly, one day Betty could feel the same way he did. To hear her actually say the words he was dreaming of was absolute bliss. But, a nagging doubt creaked in the back of his head. He needed to know for sure where she stood with him, and with Archie.

“What if tomorrow… Archie tells you he meant everything he said. What happens then?”

Betty cocked an eyebrow, still smiling.

“I don’t want Archie Andrews,” Jughead’s smile grew wider as she spoke, “I want you.”

The couple stayed there for a moment, soaking in the euphoric presence of one another. Betty took to tracing her fingers along his jaw, completely enthralled with the angular lines of his gorgeous face, her heart fluttering knowing what lengths this brilliant, compassionate man was willing to take for her. Jughead continued holding her tightly against him, her warmth and delicate scent more inviting than anything he’d ever experienced. He felt at home with her in his arms. Breaking her gaze from studying his every feature, Betty glanced at the clock in the dashboard: 11:48

“Well birthday boy, you still have twelve minutes. Any last requests?” she curled up against his chest, listening to his now slow and steady heartbeat.

“Well, originally my plan was to throw a few blankets in the box, lay back and watch the stars with you. How does that sound?” he answered softly.

“Perfect”

Jughead had pulled a few thick, fluffy blankets out from a bag under the seat, and laid them out carefully in the box of the truck. Before long, he had created a comfortable surface perfect for lazing about, and watching the night sky. The pair crawled over the tailgate. Jughead laid flat on his back, leaving his arm up for her to cuddle up against his chest. A clear night made for remarkably bright stars, and an even brighter half moon now well above the horizon. The moonlight was enough to cast dim shadows through the forest, and Betty found herself more interested in the glow of Jughead’s skin against the ghostly light. With his free hand he pointed up to the sky, tracing the movement of some bright light.

“I can’t tell if that’s a meteorite, a satellite, or maybe, just maybe, a UFO,” he said mystically, his light sarcasm apparent. He turned his eyes to her, realizing it wasn’t the sky Betty was focused on.

“What? Draw the line at aliens?” he quipped, however Betty didn’t laugh. Her eyes were locked on him, and Jughead saw an intensity in her gaze he didn’t recognize.

She pulled him into a kiss, but it wasn’t like the loving, gentle, healing kiss they shared earlier. This was emotional, almost greedy, as if she craved his lips with an insatiable fervor. Her tongue teased him, pleading for entry, to which he eagerly allowed. As his tongue explored hers, she let out a quiet, sultry groan that took him off guard. He pulled back, images flooding his head of the last time he had heard those moans echoing slightly in the boy’s locker room. She spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“There’s something I- I hoped maybe…” she stuttered, a rosey colour spreading through her cheeks and down her neck. “And now that I know for certain that you- well I mean I was sure before regardless, but now it’s just even more…” she trailed off, unsure if she was making sense or not.

“Breathe Bets. Start again, I’m hanging on every word,” he gently kissed her hand. She looked him in the eyes, amazed again at how incredible he was in every way.

“I want you, all of you.”

“I know,” he replied, smirking. “That’s what you told me after Polly’s baby shower. I was listening then too, scout’s honor.”

“Well listen closer,” she pleaded, and he abandoned his joking persona, clueing in that Betty was really trying to communicate something. She continued, “I trust you Jughead, completely. With my heart, my soul… and my body.”

His eyes widened, and he swallowed heavily. “You mean you want…”

“You.”

anonymous asked:

Do you still believe there is more to Robron's story?even after hearing about boring twists like Adam making a move on Vanessa again. Everything seems really predictable right now.

Hi anon, 

Yeah I have to say I am a little disappointed that they’re going there with the Adam/Vanessa thing again. I’m going to hold out judgement on it until I actually see it though. I hope it’s just a kiss and that they don’t actually end up sleeping together because Vic really does deserve better than that. But both Adam and Vanessa are going to be in pretty bad places so it could happen. 

As for Robron, I am still convinced that there is more coming. I’ve seen a lot of theories floating around, and to be honest I’ve been able to see parts of most of them working at one point or another. I keep bouncing between theories right now so I’m not going to hang my hat on any of them as being ‘the one.’ I’ve done that too many times now and always been wrong, lol.

But whilst I don’t know which theory I am most on board with right now I am pretty certain there is more to this SL than we are seeing right now. There are just too many inconsistencies for me. I can understand a couple of things just not adding up, with the amount of people that work on the show I can see how easy it is for things to slip through the cracks, writers not knowing the characters, or just forgetting things (Kerry and her diabetes) but it’s been a continuous stream of things that just don’t add up. Characters doing/saying things that just seem off. Things being said one day, and then the opposite coming out the next. 

I know a lot of people will say ‘it’s a soap’ we’ve got to expect this kind of thing, as I said before it’s going to happen occasionally with so many different writers but it’s the whole SL that just doesn’t add up. Add to that the fact that we have heard nothing from anyone about this SL. We always get actor interviews after a major story development, but we’ve had nothing from Ryan or Emily, which is another thing that makes me think that we haven’t had the twist yet. 

Personally I believe that there’s more because I refuse to believe that the people that brought us the amazing SL’s we’ve had this past year would be so lazy and sloppy as to give us this tired cheating, baby daddy SL where nothing actually makes any sense. We know they can write amazing stories; Ashley, SSW, Belle and her mental health, Aaron and his abuse SL, Pierce and Rhona. Yep, they do miss the boat sometimes with their smaller, shorter SL’s but with the big stuff, the long running SL’s they get it right. I have to believe that there’s more to this, and they’re going to deliver again.

I have never engaged myself in any romantic relationship. I don’t know what it feels like to be loved by someone and who will make you feel that you’re important. How beautiful it is to be the most beautiful girl in their eyes. I wonder what it feels like to have someone who’s so afraid to lose you. I’m not really in hurry to be in a relationship because I know God has stored something for me but it’s just that, i can’t help to think this way. What if no one will gonna love me? I over think things, it’s as if no one will gonna take me seriously and it terrifies me. That’s why i end up feeling alone. I always feel like no one needs me. I’m not that type of girl someone will waste a minute or even just a second to stare at. I’m not that type of girl who can just smile at anyone and make them believe in love at first sight. I’m tired of hoping that there’s someone out there for me. I’m tired of waiting for someone that i don’t even know if he’s the one for me. I’m losing my hope that i’ll be someone’s love of his life someday. I know I should stop this, i should stop thinking this way the way I questioned things that I know is yet to come, but I just can’t help it. I feel like i’m not worth it.

An Interesting Night Out

@gotham-ruaidh asked: May we please see a small story where a modern Jamie and Claire are out to dinner and realize a truly terrible date is going on at the table next to them? 😘😘

An ask from the Queen herself! I’m honored to write something for you!! I hope you like it!


Jamie helped Claire from the car and they headed into the restaurant.

“I’m looking forward to a night out,” she said. “And having you to myself for an hour or two.”

“Och,” he said, giving her a flat look. “Ye have me to yourself every night, Sassenach.”

“But most of that is unconscious, so it doesn’t count. You’ve been busy with the estate.”

“Aye, we have. The fire at one of the tenant’s houses set us back a wee bit, but we’ll be alright. Dinna fash.”

She smiled and followed the hostess to their table.

They were on a nice date, nothing too fancy, just some time for them to be alone together. She was right, of course. They hadn’t been together as much as they used to be in the last few weeks. One of the tenant’s houses had caught fire and burnt down, so he and Ian had been working nonstop to get everything fixed. So Jamie had promised Claire a night out to thank her for being understanding.

After ordering a nice wine, they talked quietly about any problems at the estate. Claire told him about her friends at the hospital and about some of her favorite patients. It was quite a lovely evening. 

Until the pair at the table beside them began to argue.

“No,” the blonde woman said a little too loud. “I will not shh!”

“Anne, please darling.”

“No, don’t you ‘please darling’ me, Grant.”

“Please,” Grant whispered.

Claire glanced over at them and back at Jamie, her brows raised. Jamie did his best to ignore the couple.

“So Jenny invited us to the big house for dinner next week,” he said after taking a sip of his wine.

“Has she? I think our vegetable garden is going well enough that we can bring something over.”

DECLINED?!

Claire bit down on her lips as her eyes went wide.

“Please, Anne! Hush!”

“You’re expecting me to pay for all this?! I paid last time!”

“I’ll pay you when we get home!”

“Fine. But we’re going to have a talk about this, Grant.”

“I know we are.”

Claire snorted and he shot her a ‘do not laugh out loud’ look. Grant at the other table stood, but was clumsy. He kicked his own chair backwards and it clattered to the floor, making every eye turn to him. In his effort to keep the chair upright, he knocked over the last of his red wine, which broke the glass and splashed the liquid everywhere. 

Including down the front of Anne’s pink satin dress.

The woman was furious while her partner turned a deep red, eyes hunting for the exit. They left in a huff, Anne beginning to yell at Grant before they even got outside.

“Well at least we’ve never done that,” Claire said when the drama was gone.

“Aye, we havena had a date go that poorly before.”

“Oh I believe you’re forgetting something,” she laughed, finishing her own wine.

He looked up at her in surprise. He could never remember any of their dates going poorly.

“And what is it that I’m forgetting?”

“The day you took me out for a nature walk. Only your little car got a flat tire. But we were almost there, so we walked. It was nice, until it started raining. Both of our mobile’s died, so we couldn’t get a ride.”

“I remember that day verra differently, Sassenach.”

“Do tell.”

He sat back in his chair and took a deep breath, remembering.

“Aye, my car got a flat. And it wasne on purpose either. But it meant I got to walk wi’ ye and hold your hand. We talked a lot that day. Real talk, the deep things ye dinna share wi’ just anyone.”

“You make getting a flat tire sound awfully romantic.”

He frowned at her.

“Hush, yer interrupting the story. Anyway. When it began to rain, ye told me the things that scairt ye. How your Englishman broke your heart, how much ye wished that ye had yer mam around, how afraid ye were for how strongly ye felt for me.”

“It still frightens me, how strongly I feel.”

Reaching across the table, he took her hand in his own and traced her silver ring.

“And we’re engaged to be marriet.”

“I’m still scared.”

“I ken ye are, and yet ye trust me anyway.”

“Because I love you.”

“That day was the first time ye said that to me.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand.

“It was. But I’d known it for a long time by then.”

“But ye were brave enough to tell me that, standing in the pouring rain. Yer hair plastered to yer head. That shirt ye wore soaked through.”

“And you thought I didn’t see you staring.”

“I just wondered why ye’d gone out on a date wi’out any underthings on.”

“You couldn’t see through my trousers!”

He shrugged.

“Weel, I assumed if ye werena wearing a bra, ye’d have no knickers either.”

Much to his pleasure, her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Well I’d thought maybe our date would go a bit further than a chaste kiss. I hadn’t realized you were so old fashioned.”

“Aye, I ken it isna your first choice. But I thank ye for understanding it.”

“I’ve waited this long, I can wait a few more weeks.”

“I think that was the first time I regretted choosing to wait,” he said absently, looking at the dress she’d worn for the night.

Her smile got wider.

“You’ve regretted it more than once?”

“Anytime I see your lovely round arse pressed tight against whatever you’re wearing.”

She took a deep breath, still smiling at him.

“So what of our walk home? How will you make that into a romantic tale?”

“Weel that wasna romantic at the time, ken. But ye wore my coat, to preserve your modesty of course.”

“Of course.”

“But when ye gave me the coat back, it smelt of you.”

“You never told me that.”

“I wore that coat everywhere, just to keep ye wi’ me.”

The server came and asked if they’d like dessert. When they both declined, he left to get their check.

“After hearing all of that you have me regretting your choice to be old fashioned too,” she said quietly.

“Weel, I have to agree wi’ ye there, mo nighean donn. Recalling ye in that wet shirt… Christ it’s a wonder I didna take ye to the ground then and there.”

After he’d paid for their dinner, he took her hand and they walked back out to the car.

“Perhaps, after we’re married, we can recreate that a bit?”

“Oh aye, I think we could make that happen.”

“Jamie?”

He stopped with the passenger door open.

“Aye?”

“I love you.”

Just as with each time she said those words to him, heat rushed through his veins like fire. His blood boiled and rushed out of his head and down, but he forced those feelings away.

“And I love you, mo chridhe. Always.”

“It won’t be long now,” she said, sliding into the seat. “Until you’re mine.”

“I already am.”

anonymous asked:

You're all pretty awesome people. Sadly I must unfollow. I'm fed up with gamergate. I'm tired of people on GG side not understanding that their side has been tied beyond redemption to 8chan, harassment and doxxing. I'm fed up of "Not all Gamergate does that". If there is any good points to GG at all, they are lost to the fact that just anyone can do any shitty thing and say #Gamergate. It's stupid and it need to organize itself. And seeing you defend it without seeing this makes me uncomfortable

Actually I completely understand that. 

I just don’t see why with GamerGate, we’re “inexplicably tied” to the bad apples, yet anti-GamerGaters are not equally tied to their bad apples. Doxxing has happened on both sides, as has harassment. In fact whereas GamerGate has stuck with the same basic tag, anti-GamerGate has invented a multitude of tags for the EXPRESSED PURPOSE of insulting and degrading gamers. ALL gamers, not just GamerGaters. GamerGate has #GamerGate, and #NotYourShield which exists to spotlight diversity in the gaming community. Anti-GamerGate has…#DescribeaGamerin4Words, which existed solely to make outdated, insulting and erasing jokes about gamers (such as calling ALL gamers white, male, ugly virgins), #killallgamers and #neverkissagamer, which are self explanatory, and numerous different hijackings INCLUDING this scenario where they hijacked a tag intended for CANCER SURVIVORS. 

Yet it’s GamerGaters who should feel ashamed and distance themselves? Bullying is incredibly rampant in anti-GamerGate but I’ve never seen a person tell them THEY need to clean up or do anything to fix their side. And of course, the media would never cover this…

The bad apples of GamerGate get blown up by the media while anti-GamerGate bullies get downplayed. Now why is this? Why would they do this? It’s almost like the prime purpose of GamerGate is to expose media corruption and in order to speak over this, media has tried to focus in the rare bad parts of GamerGate and blow those out of proportion. It’s almost like media has an immediate and direct benefit if GamerGate falls. That makes a helluva lot more sense than “GamerGate invented thousands of fake female and POC gamers and are actually literally all terrorists”. The fact is, less than a fraction of a percent of GamerGate tweets are about Zoe Quinn, who supposedly is what “started” it. And how many of those are strictly about the media scandal that involved her? THAT is how big the “bad apples” you say we’re connect to are - they’re a statistical error. Fuck, they’re even SMALLER than a statistical error. They barely exist at all. You see them because that is who the media blows up - that is who the media has decided is the “center”. It would be reporting a protest as a disastrous terrorist fest just because two guys out of the thousands there set a trash can on fire. 

But let’s focus on the good GamerGate has done, and how anti-GamerGate has desperately tried to destroy this good work in order to then cry “SEE YOU DO NOTHING FOR WOMEN”. 

Stardock is a company which has many female developers and one of their biggest games, Galatic Civilizations, was a project headed by a women. Watch as anti-GamerGater Brianna Wu, who also happens to be a COMPETITOR of Stardock, tells you “Don’t buy these games because one of them guys behind them support GamerGate”. 

Gamers, being people who are often victimized by bullying, have done a lot to recognize anti-bullying campaigns. Anti-GamerGate has actively called for the Holocaust of gamers everywhere. This guy, Geordie Tait, is the pinnacle of hatred and has quite a following. Fortunately, StarCityGames FINALLY deleted his author page but he continues to have plenty of supporters. (Geordie is also wonderfully Islamophobic…)

Of course no discussion of GamerGate would be complete without The Fine Young Capitalists. This is an organization which actively works to support and engage women in the gaming community. It’s their entire purpose for existing. Anti-GamerGate HACKED THIER FUCKING INDIEGOGO AND TOOK IT DOWN BECAUSE, and I’m not kidding here, THEY LET 4CHAN DONATE A TON OF MONEY TO THEIR PROGRAM. Anti-GamerGate protested this company that’s actually DOING something JUST BECAUSE they didn’t tell a huge contributor “No I don’t want your money”. 4Chan even offered to help make videos highlighting the influence women have had on the gaming community. ANTI-GAMERGATE FUCKING PROTESTED THIS. Then when 4Chan was told they could make a character for one of the games TFYC were working on, anti-GamerGaters tried to tear her down, even though, despite their cries that all Gamers forcefully make women sexual and devoid of personality, this is the character they made: 

I can hardly stand how sexualized she is…

Now to the doxxing…first off, there is absolutely no way to prove that the majority of the doxxing happening is GamerGate to begin with. It’s assumed, but it’s largely unknown. Some people have evidence that GamerGate isn’t behind the doxxing at all. In fact, 4Chan and other GamerGate supporters have actually worked to try and CATCH some of the people who are doxxing. The biggest one is the exposure of one of Anita Sarkeesian’s doxxer, which anti-GamerGate very PROMPLTY tried to ignore and say “Yeah but who cares, it’s just one guy and you’re still the devil”.

GamerGate is expected to do what Feminism never was. While feminists are allowed to completely ignore radfems, TERFs and their bad apples, and go “Oh but that’s not ALL feminists”, GamerGaters somehow have to consistently defend themselves, catch the people who are doing wrong even if they aren’t GamerGaters, recognize and promote women in gaming just to make sure they don’t get labeled as misogynists, and at the same time focus on the actual purpose of GamerGate which is exposing unethical journalism. 

Why the holy fuck do we berate GamerGate for not managing this impossible feat, yet if you point out bad feminists or say you don’t want to be a feminist because of the bad ones, people scream “BUT NOT ALL FEMINISTS ARE LIKE THAT OMG DON’T YOU KNOW THE DEFINITION OF FEMINISM!”

Still not convinced? 

Here is a video about GamerGate not tainted by journalistic bias. 

Here is a description of the journalism ethics GamerGate is actually about and tries to fight between being baselessly accuse of everything from sexism to terrorism. 

Here’s stuff about GamerGate that’s just a generally interesting read. 

None of us are the least bit sorry about supporting GamerGate. 

- Mod Dawes Sr. 

Tell Me Why

Requested: Can you do a calum imagine based on the song Tell Me Why by Taylor Swift?

a/n: this is my first song inspired imagine so I tried really hard to stick to the lyrics for the storyline..

(Part two)

requests are open btw

Originally posted by teasecalum


I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I’m bulletproof, but I’m not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground I see who you are

“Calum what the fuck? can you stop yelling at me? i told you it was an accident, i obviously didn’t spill the beer on your notebook on purpose, you’re overreacting.” Calum has spent most of the day in the music room trying to finish up some lyrics that their manager was nagging him about so you decided to check on him to see if he needed anythin. When you went in you saw him scribbling a few lyrics and chords on the desk, you walked towards him and leaned on the desk spilling his beer all over his lyric notebook and he has been going off on you for about 30 minutes now.

“Are you serious y/n, you ruined my fucking lyrics, how is that overreacting!? jesus christ you literally ruin everything!” those words vibrated through the walls hitting you like a ton of bricks. He got up to get another notebook to transfer the somewhat legible lyrics down slightly pushing you out of the way.

I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down

“WOW, really Calum, sorry for ruining everything in your life, sorry for being fucking clumsy even though i can’t fucking control that!” “If i’m such a burden on you why don’t you just end it here instead of having to put up with me, you asshole!” “You know what, i’ll even save you the time Calum, we’re done” you have had thoughts about breaking things off with Calum a couple of times since he came back from tour, he had become a total cocky dick towards you, you didn’t think you’d actually do it because deep down you still loved that asshole.

“What, you’re not serious are you y/n..baby?” you looked up to see those brown eyes staring back at you pleading for an answer but you felt that if you responded you’d burst into tears so you just nodded your head and looked away. You walked out of the music room and into your bedroom to pack some clothes, you didn’t know where you were going but you needed to get out before you gave in to him.

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you’re around
And here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me why


Baby girl where are you going?” his sad voice made my heart break every time he spoke.

“I don’t know Cal, that’s my problem, anywhere is better than here to be honest. This whole place is just toxic, I don’t deserve to be with someone like you, someone who doesn’t care about my feelings, all you do is bring me down and I’m so sick and tired of that!” tears were now running down your face but you didn’t even care, you wanted him to see how much he’s hurt you.

“You can’t leave me y/n, over one fight? Every couple fights but we can get through this baby”

“It’s not just this fight Calum, you think i don’t remember the other fights where you’ve called me useless, or a bitch? just because i forgive you doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten about it, it eats at me constantly and i’m done.”

You could write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day
Well I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I’m trying to say, oh

I’m sick and tired of your reasons

I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around

“You know what to say to make me melt but you also know what to say to get me upset Cal, snd i’m almost positive that people in healthy relationships don’t purposely do or say things to the one they love just to hurt them, that’s how i know you don’t truly love me..”

“Don’t say that i don’t love you y/n! I love you so fucking much, I..”

“Stop Calum! stop with the bullshit excuses, you always apologize and I always take you back but we always end up where we are now, it’s a never ending cycle, aren’t you tired of arguing?”

“No y/n I’ll never be tired, i want you and only you, i don’t care how much we fight, i don’t want anyone else!”

Why, do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside
Why, do you have to put down my dreams
So you’re the only thing on my mind

“Then why do you practically strive to make me feel like shit/ does it make you feel more powerful? You always laugh at anything i’ve told you i wanted to do in my future yet here i am going above and beyond to show you that i support you and your career, do you not see how unfair that is!?” Calum finally had nothing to say because he knew you were right. he’d always put you down for all the things you wanted to accomplish like opening your own store, saying that you couldn’t handle it or you were too dumb to understand anything about owning a business.

Well I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you want me then cut me down
I’m sick and tired of your reasons
I’ve got no one to believe in

“ I..I didn’t know you felt that way about me.. i’m just not too good at expressing my feelings, but i want you to know i’m so proud of you baby, all that you’ve accomplished and will accomplish..”

“Cut the bs Calum, you don’t even believe what you’re saying, i would’ve loved to hear those words from you a few moths back when i strived to make you proud of me but now i don’t even care what you think of me, as long as i make myself proud that’s all that matters..”

You ask me for my love then you push me around
Here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me why
Why, tell me why

I had most of my clothes in my duffel, i had decided to come back for the rest of my things another day, I just wanted to leave as fast as possible and just get away from this place and him. i grabbed a few more things and made my way towards the kitchen to get my car keys, Calum following close behind.

“I’ll come back for the rest of my things another time, don’t worry.” i say making my way to the living room and to the front door as Calum grabs my arm to stop me from leaving.

“Let me go Calum!” i say trying to pull my arm away, then he let’s go”

“I can’t let you leave y/n i love you too much baby girl!”

“If you loved me as much as you claimed to then tell me why you treated me like complete and utter SHIT!? Because that is very strange way to treat someone you love don’t you think!” he looked at his feet with no explanation or excuse, just as you thought.

I take a step back, let you go
I told you I’m not bulletproof
Now you know

“Exactly Calum, you have no valid explanation, or have you ran out of excuses? I love you so much Calum don’t get me wrong, but if you don’t know why you treated me like shit then we can’t fix it. Come find me when you know why.” and with that you got in your car and started driving not knowing where you were going..


  • The Calum feeeeeels were real with this imagine! :(((( feel free to request anything you’d like me to write, stay rad!