is this even the same move

Do you ever think about how during mid S2, Isak had just ran away from home and was just so lost and scared and ended up living in the kollektiv’s basement. He was so scared of going back home, and I can’t imagine how he was feeling. Because he moved out from home when he wasn’t even 17. He was 16 years old. And then during the summer he officially moved in there and took Noora’s old room.

And in another place, same universe and same time, there was Even who just had his whole life turned upside down. With everything that happened in Bakka and feeling like he lost his friends, and just feeling so ashamed. He felt like everything and everyone turned against him. That he was destined to be alone. He just didn’t see the point of it anymore.

But can you believe that the universe told them to just wait? “I know that you’re feeling alone, but you just wait” “just hold on for a little bit longer” “there’s something good coming your way, trust me”

The universe told them to just wait, because a few months later they’d both find themselves at Nissen and their eyes would meet and they’d just know.

And it was like: “then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’”

anonymous asked:

what would your dream life be like?

i like my life! i’d keep it the same, but i’m married to drew barrymore and she’s madly in love with me so even though you’d think the financial imbalance would create tension we’re both fine with it. she pays off my mortgage, and we renovate the house a little. we go surfing in the mornings before work when it’s good (it always is). she stops doing het romantic comedies and moves back more towards her grey gardens, donnie darko type roles. i turn the garage into a pottery studio, and i sell my shitty pottery (and our ~local cruelty free honey) to rich yuppies at the byron farmers market each week

RANT TIME.

Well, this show is coming to an end and I couldn’t be sadder. I enjoyed (almost) every little clip and update. I’ve never done this, but I think there’s a first time for everything.

First of all I want to thank that anon who motivated me to watch Skam. I’d been seeing some gifs of the show in my tl for a while, but I never really started watching it because I thought it was the same as most teen shows. But that message was what made me move Skam from ‘Shows to watch when I have time’ list to ‘Bingewatching even though you have finals’ list.

I want to thank Julie for creating this beautiful world. Her idea is so original and realistic that it just seems we’re watching a documentary on Norwegian teens.

I want to thank every crew member involved, because Mari and her updates killed me everytime, Susanna made me fall in love with everything they wore, the soundtrack was amazing, scenaries where breathtaking, and so on.

I want to thank all the actors for playing those amazing characters with such genuineness and caring. They’re all so young and most of them have little experience, and yet, they did amazing (proud mamma).

I also want to thank everyone that has made laugh, smile or just enjoy a little more the show. And that is you, Skamily, with your funny edits, your cute and amazing edits, your ramblings or just your reactions, you helped me get through the bad clips and love even more the good ones.

And last, but definitely not least (it’s the real reason I decided to write this), I want to thank every single one of you that spent his/her time translating every clip, every message, every instagram post and every interview. Without you Skam wouldn’t be what it is today, you were the ones who made it possible for us foreigners to watch it and you deserve the world. 

Without receiving anything in return, you decided to reupload all the clips 5 minutes after they were upload in the page, and that is incredible. Believe me when I say I’m thankful, because it’s true. I’m thankful that you are such good people that decided to help others (people that you don’t know, btw) in their way to happiness. 

I don’t think you realize how important it is what you did. Thanks to you, some people were able to watch this show and that helped them through the hard times in their lives, they felt represented, they saw that they’re not alone in their problems and that someone is going through the same (I know it doesn’t really solve youre problems, but it makes you feel a little better),…; overall, they were happier than they were before they knew the existence of Skam

SO, TUSEN TAKK TO EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT MADE THIS POSSIBLE FOR EVERYBODY, YOU’RE AWESOME. 

If you keep doing what you’re doing this world would be a little better, I’m sure.

I’m tagging every character because I think these people deserve to know how thankful we are. Sorry if it seems like I’m spaming the tags.

squareroot-1  asked:

Do you know where I can find a summary of different countries' population control approaches? At least the most prominent ones? I realize some differences are pretty minor but I mean obviously e1 knows *theirs* and so it seems all I find is legalese and meanwhile everyone just talks like obviously everyone reading knows the same thing they do. (Come to think, how does that even work for ppl who move? Or does Immigration handle it or something. Or leave it to future osmosis/asking yr neighbors)

The wiki page on approaches to population control is pretty thorough except for that persistent edit war about Imperial permissions systems but I don’t blame anyone for wanting to avoid that (or distrusting the rest of the page accordingly). So (this is very 101-level, I hope it’s not insulting):

Voan - So called because Voa’s the largest country to do it and also the source of most of the literature arguing for it. Every family gets two kids. To balance out their child mortality rate/infertility/people who don’t want kids/criminals who are sterilized, they award permissions for a third child to people who’ve done the country exceptional service. 

Advantages: It’s great for national happiness. It’s great for the poor, who otherwise wouldn’t get kids. It means that kids are not as often born into dire poverty. Politicians are way less bribable because they aren’t scrambling to afford children, and I think there’s dramatically less financial crime in general.

Disadvantages: Voans have children really young, average age-at-first-child is five. That means they get fewer kids, on the whole, because their generation length is shorter. I know I’d rather start at eight and have a chance of three children than start at five and definitely get two, but there’s no real way to bring that change about through individual action. 

It puts extraordinary pressure against divorce after your first and before your second, and makes those divorces messy and painful when they happen. This is bad enough in Voa but if implemented in Anitam, which has more bribable courts, would be worse. It’s complicated with family structures more dynamic than ‘two people in a marriage with only at-fault divorce’.

It makes it really hard to adjust your relative caste sizes to account for changing trends in the economy.

places that do it: Voa, Ilyat, Antimeres, Republic of Asfat, most of the former Rasenet states, Selinde’s trying to phase this in but no one’s confident the current government will be in power long enough to see it through.

Credit auction: The government figures out how many of each caste they want, and you buy them. I talk more about how Anitam’s credit auction works here. Variants: some places split the purple credit auction by tax bracket so laborers have a chance. Some places do something different with greens because of the extraordinary rate of green income inequality. Some places do something different for blues because blues resented spending so much of their money on credits and this, unlike everyone else’s similar resentment, mattered.

Advantages: Does not favor any particular family structure, does not offer any particular way to take advantage of someone for a kid. Produces very low intracaste generational wealth inequality. Great for eugenics, to the extent ability to make money is the thing we want to be selecting for. Makes it very easy to adjust caste sizes to meet needs, like when computing became a thing and everyone realized they wanted more yellows. In particular this lets you gradually scale down your grays, and societies with lots of unemployed grays go to war more. 

Disadvantages: People buy a credit the instant they can sort-of-if-they-trim-corners-afford-it, which means most children are born into poverty. Basically means the government is efficiently extracting every cent of spare value they can from everybody, all the time. Politicians are highly motivated to make money and even more corrupt than they would be anyway. Poor people never get children. Higher suicide rate. Some people get six kids even though they seriously do not need six kids to be happy.

places that do it: Most everybody. Arva, Anitam, Principality of Asfat, all the -lees, Baravi, Biyan, Cene, Doet, DUS, Derevan, State of Ecthav, Jakav and Eleseo, Republic of Jakav, Kintat, Met, Orvara, Soweto, Shi Alassei, Tapa, Tuviri, all the Cobalt Coast states, everyone with a population under thirty million except Mesezza.

Imperial/Permissions:  The government grants people individually the right to have a child in recognition for services to the state. I’m not going to attempt to be evenhanded here, fuck the Imperial system. We fought a war over this.

Advantages: Incredibly coercive and gets everybody frantically scrambling to come to the attention of someone with the authority to give them children, if you consider that an advantage. Eugenics, if ability to suck up to authority is the thing you want to be selecting for. Encourages high-variance strategies, if you think that’s a good thing. 

Disadvantages: Creates systems so irretrievably corrupt that they don’t even realize there are underlying rules they’re breaking. Creates countries in constant internal turmoil. Exacerbates power differences between castes. Blues with the power to hand out purple or grey permissions can literally have people murdered by saying ‘if they died, you’d get a child, just saying’. Creates terrible incentives about what kind of work to go into. Works best when the people handing out the credits are corrupt enough to just sell them, so at its best it is just an inferior version of auctions. Seriously, fuck the Imperial system.

places that do it: Free State of Oahk, Calado, Yvalta, Mesezza, Shi Cubrio, Tea

Mixed:

  • Permissions and auction (Tuvan, Foyayra, Olyan. Foya Sot, Penak)
  • One child per family unit where both parents haven’t yet had a child, auctions otherwise (Alavet, Celenta, FNR, Ochero, Av Valdin, Qoloc)
  • Permissions for blues and greens, auction otherwise (Elaan, Surefet, Maniten Republic)
  • Two-per-family blue, permissions otherwise (Ceredan)
  • Notoriously confusing, but involves permissions, lotteries, auction, and somehow everyone gets at least one. (Ereith)

anonymous asked:

ugh i'm so glad i don't do twitter, this shit just reminds me that lgbt couples have to put twice as much work in(and interracial couples even more so) as str8 ones to be seen as an actual couple and even then ppl will keep moving the goalposts (i'm getting flashbacks to an f/f otp of mine who got the same bs thrown towards them DESPITE being clearly shown as a couple for years and getting married at the end of the show. but sure, just gals being pals right? they got married PLATONICALLY)

twitter is certainly a mess rn, the problem lies as well in the absolute lack of thought ppl put into their own opinions lmao literally all of them are quoting a single thread that completely disregarded all previous relationship development malec went through bc they want ‘normal moments’

i mean i agree that some of the interaction between magnus and alec should be less plot-driven, but id rather their conversations be meaningful than meaningless. (the actual problem has always been the lack of physical intimacy but we ought not forget that the 207 backlash came up when they were filming 215 so they couldnt change anything before that)

i think one thing that i find extremely infuriating is that stupid “i dont know why they love each other!!!” bs bc it shows, just as you said, how much more work lgbtq couples and especially!! interracial ones have to do to be seen as in love. like.. if you want to know why they love each other: watch the show. its there. dont disregard the conversations they had about mental health, about their insecurities esp those pertaining to romance, the absolutely sweet way they behave around each other..
(little wonder woman spoilers for emphasis!!) steve told diana he loved her at the end of the movie, theyd known each other for.. who knows???? no one cares. they went through a lot of shit together so they love each other.
magnus and alec know each other for approx. 6 months (i think it was alberto who said that 2a is about 5/6 months long? but even if it wasnt its enough time emotions dont work like we want them to), tell each other they’re in love after going through a life or death experience and ppl are saying it was rushed.
……idk what to tell you its pretty obvious whats happening here.

we should focus on the actual problems of their rep and not make others up

anonymous asked:

So UT bizarre dolls lived on fulfilling a last wish right? So what if what drives the twin is a combination of his desire to protect his brother and also a hatred of what happened. It would make for an interesting development in his character where he wants to protect ciel as well as want retribution for what happened to him. (I hope this made sense)

UT’s more advanced Bizarre Dolls were based on their aspirations for their future in their moment of death.

These parts of the Cinematic Record were added and the more the person had the better Bizarre Doll resulted out of it. 

So if we assume that the same method was used on the twin it would indeed mean that the twin must have had quite many of these so called ‘episodes’ since he seems to have turned out even more perfect that Agares who was UT’s masterpiece. I’m not sure how much these wishes for the future determine the Bizarre Doll’s moves. But since the body acts because of the continued Cinematic Record I guess these wishes do play an important role in the Doll’s actions. Agares, at least, seemed to continue with his normal life as if he hadn’t died. So the same may be the case with the twin if his ‘revival’ is based on the same concept.

So maybe, if he now wants to take revenge on our Ciel, that’s what he was thinking of when he died in the cult? I’m not so sure about the protecting since the twin now doesn’t really make the impression of wanting to protect Ciel (aside from his words to our Ciel but those seemed rather mocking to me and not really meant honestly).

However, I’m not so sure if the twin really thought of harming our Ciel when he died in the cult. He never seemed angry at our Ciel before, he rather wanted to protect him even in the cult. And the twin didn’t know that our Ciel would steal his identity in the moment of his death. So his Cinematic Record couldn’t have produced episodes as a reaction to that. The twin seems to have changed quite a bit and I doubt these changes would be this extreme if the Cinematic Record that’s driving him now would only contain his yearnings for the future back when he died in the cult.

Also, I don’t really think that the exact same method that UT used was done here on the twin. The dependence on blood transfusions seems new and also the result seems to have improved. And since I believe that not UT but someone else may be responsible for the twin’s revival there’s a good chance that some other method was used here. 

anonymous asked:

I totally get criticizing an actor (if you can actually call him one...) but what makes it okay to go and harass other tumblr users? It's one thing to call the karahells out on their stuff but then going out of one's way to message people that are trying to ignore them? Copying art as a "parody" instead of addressing the issue properly? Just being disrespectful towards even people within the same ship/fandom? Is this really okay?

moving away from the absolute hilarity of the part where you really just tried to vague about Hayley to me: so you agree that one should be able to criticize actors for how they engage with the material they’ve created off-screen but nobody else, just because……… they like the same stuff that i do? like racism, misogyny and homophobia or any other ugly shit should not be called out within the fandom bc hey be respectful to others uwu? i have done exactly none of the shit that you listed here but neither do i owe respect and kindness to people who are racist, misogynistic or homophobic, especially not just because they happen to watch the same show as i do, cheers mate

bexyooc  asked:

Does Nerkhun enjoy or write poetry? What are his favourite subjects? Does he sing? And what would he do if he met another who enjoyed the same?

“I do enjoy poetry, yes. It is very… calming for me. Both reading and writing poems.” The man visibly brigthens upon hearing the second part of the question. “People. The very best subjects are people. Any of them. All of them. Stories grow within us and we each express our stories in different ways. Being able to write such, whether by speaking with your subject… or even simply watching them move… such is a true gift.” He nods as the questions continue “I…ah… yes I do sing. I am not bard, but mine voice is not grating, I do not think.” Upon hearing the final question, a warm, broad smile overtakes his face as the scarred warrior closes his eyes. “We might speak… write… live… Most of all we might dream.”

(art by @momo-deary)

R&V 4 o’clock ANALYSIS:  Who is the song really about aside from Jimin?

Do you all remember the moon & sun tattoo made of henna that V had in Hawaii ??? (Cr to @wingstyles) This means Taehyung thought of the song since then if not before. We always tought, why the sun and the moon? This song hold the answers.

WHO IS THE MOON?

It is said Taehyung wanted to write a song while thinking of Jimin as an element in it: 

If we consider Jimin being the moon. The lyrics of 4 o’clock “I wrote a long, long letter to the moon“. Maybe he meant by writing a letter about whenever he vented to Jimin about his pain. Also In namjoon’s rap “I collect myself that’s shattered beneath the moonlight“. Aren’t friends the ones who keep as whole when we are breaking? Or Taehyung was really in the park alone looking at the moon while thinking of someone, but who?

WHO IS THE SONG ABOUT?

“It would not be brighter than you, but I lighted a small candle at a dusky park … where are you” Why would taehyung light a candle in a park? The ritual of lighting a candle to pay tribute to a life ‘passed’ has long been a part of many cultures.  Keeping a light burning in remembrance signifies that the memory still lives on and burns bright.  It is a ritual that promotes reflection and signifies remembrance. So maybe the song is at the end about Taehyung’s grandmother who passed away. V said that Jimin stood by his side the most during those hard times. The soothing ballad and the tone and feelings expressed in the song come to support this theory.

WHO IS THE MOON CHILD?

In rapmon’s part he raps about a moon child “I call you moonchild. The definition of a moon child is someone born under the astrological sign of Cancer. However when Rapmon says “We are the children of the moon“, knowing that no BTS member is a Cancer, we are left with the other meaning:  A unique individual, often described as being slightly crazy and over emotional. “Moonchildren sometimes say strange things”. Speaking of which isn’t Taehyung always described as the weirdest and most unique one in BTS?! Namjoon write the lyrics as if he is consoling Tae about his lost one as the lyrics says “Yes we’re livin and dying at the same time” aking him to accept the fact that all humans leave earth someday. V was so sad when his grandmother passed away because she was the one who raised him. So RM continues “but you can open your eyes for now” Trying to help him to move on

THE NOCTURAL BIRD

The lyrics speak of a bird “A nameless bird that sings“. Normaly we are used to birds singing during the day but Robins are insectivorous birds that are well adapted to foraging in dim light , and even continue to feed under artificial light well into the night (like the one in a park at night). It is one of the earliest birds to start the dawn chorus and one of the last to stop singing at night. With this tendency to be active at low light, robins can be easily triggered into full song by a streetlight or any kind of floodlighting. Since robins keep territories all year round, they also sing all round the year. I also searched if the species is available in south korea and it is HERE. But how does Taehyung knows about the existance of such a bird. Did this situation really occur? he  will interpret the singing of the bird as if he was too searching for that person “A nameless bird that sings where are you

In memory of Taehyung’s grandmother. May she rests in peace.
By @mimibtsghost

when we came to earth the heavens designed us a special gift, an invisible energy source that would offer us secret assistance 

aries received a finely crafted and exquisite sword. it glows a ruby scarlet and its honourable to her only. it is not sharp nor deadly, but it gives her the inner courage and assertion to fight her battles despite feeling like a child being constantly berated by the world

taurus received an invisible set of headphones. they are rose pink and soft and silky, and she can put these on whenever the chaos on the world reaches its peak, when it begins to disturb her inner world, when her raw senses become too overloaded, she can go into a place of silence inside, she can turn on autopilot 

gemini received a tiny, flittering pixie crafted from the mind of hermes, she flies beside the gemini mind with a notebook quickly ascribing the gemini’s thoughts before they disappear into outer space. the notebook is then given to one of gemini’s personalities who wasn’t busy at the time so it can be remembered in future

cancer received a luminescent, delicate sea shell to wear around her neck and caress her heart, the water within this shell contains the spiritual dwelling of her supportive ancestors and guides, each who whisper her words of guidance through the sea shell, each message instantly reaching the heart its touching 

leo received a crown that never breaks or crumbles, even when she feels like she will. the crown glows a butterscotch caramel, crafted with divine royalty in mind, so that even in her darkest moments she can wear her crown and be reminded of her magnificence

virgo received a microscope that adapts into a kaleidoscope, perfect for their mutable nature, a microscope with divine contacts that conceive the spiritual harmony in all things, the microscope that envisages the solution before the problem 

libra received a sweet bottle of perfume that smells of venus cake batter, but it’s not for her, its her air freshener, a cosmic spritzer that harmonises her environment and dispels social disharmony, an aroma of peace 

scorpio received a piece of their own soul wrapped in golden parchment. this was to be accessed and acknowledged in moments of crisis. for the reminder of her immortality even when she is screaming out that she wants to die 

sagittarius received a compass pointing in the direction of their personal truth. it spins and turns, sends her on crusades then spins back around again, it keeps everything interesting, its her secret atlas 

capricorn received an intricate bracelet that is made of the same substance as saturn’s rings, so when she goes to feel her heart with her pulse, she is reminded of her golden blood, the bracelet moves like clockwork, so she always ‘knows’ the time 

aquarius received a telescope that can teleport the mind. when she is staring up at the stars at night, as she so often does, her mind can transit into the cosmos so she can hear their voices up close 

pisces received the greatest gift of all, her very own vessel adorned in glittering fairy lights, a vessel that she can board at any moment to sail freely into the spiritual seas, leaving the material world completely behind 

-C.

Yo, a friend of mine made an amazing list about imortant and historical trans men!

A list of historical (and some recent) trans men since everyone likes to ignore the fact that we did in fact exist before Chaz Bono came out

(TW: transphobia, obviously, and r*pe)


• Hatshepsut (1479 - 1458 BC)
Hatshepsut was a female Egyptian
pharaoh, who went to great lengths to
present as a man, wearing male
clothing and a fake beard, took on
wives, and used both male and female
pronouns.
Though it cannot be definitively said
if Hatshepsut was a trans man or not,
a lot of the evidence points to that
being the case.

• Anonymous Man (16th century)
Henri Estienne wrote of a FTM man
who was burned alive for living as a
man, learning a trade, and taking a
wife. The man was outed by someone
who recognized him from their
hometown and when given the option
between death and living as a woman,
the man chose death.

• Jospeh Lobdell (1829 - 1912)
A frontier man and skilled marksman
who lived on the frontier with his wife
before being locked in an asylum for
insisting that he was a man.
Scholars used to label him as a lesbian
before it was revealed by his own
writings that he more likely was in fact
a trans man.

• Reed Erickson (1912 - 1992)
After inheriting his father’s fortune in
1962 and after transitioning in 1963,
Erickson launched the Erickson
Educational Foundation in 1964 and
through that laid the foundation for
several trans activism organizations
like the Harry Benjamin International
Gender Dysphoria Association,
Paul Walker’s Janus Information
Service, Sister Mary Elizabeth’s and
Jude Patton’s J2CP, and several
others.
He was also an alternate health
practices supporter and funded
research on homeopathy and
acupuncture.

• Billy Tipton (1914 - 1989)
An American jazz musician from 1936
to 1970, Tipton began presenting as
male full time in 1940, with only his
two cousins knowing his assigned
gender.
To avoid explaining his breasts and his
lack of package, he would tell women
that he had been in a serious car
accident that resulted in damaged
genitals and broken ribs that he had to
keep wrapped constantly.
No one knew he was trans until he
died and and it was revealed by the
autopsy.

• Dr. Alan L. Hart (1890 - 1962)
An American physician, radiologist,
TB researcher, writer and novelist.
Alan L. Hart was one of the first trans
men to have a hysterectomy and a
gonadectomy in the US and his
research on TB detection saved
thousands of lives.
He presented as a boy as a child and
was encouraged by his grandparents
and parents to do so, and was listed as
his grandparent’s grandson in their
obituaries. He’s was recorded as
always begging to cut his hair, wear
boy clothes, and would refer to himself
as a boy as a child.
He’s the first documented trans man
in the united states. His doctor who
helped with his transition described
him as “extremely intelligent and not
mentally ill, but afflicted with
a mysterious disorder for which I have
no explanation” and said that “from a
sociological and psychological
standpoint [Hart] is a man”.
Not only was he a man of medicine but
he was also a fiction writer, and such
a lot of his fiction writing reflected his
own experiences and feelings.

• Michael Dillon (1915 - 1962)
The first FTM person to have a
phalloplasty. He’s also believed to be
the first FTM person to undergo hrt.
While in the hospital with a head injury
he met a plastic surgeon who gave
him a double mastectomy and a note
to help get his birth certificate
changed.
Dillon performed SRS on Roberta
Cowell, the first British trans woman to
receive SRS, but because Dillon had
not completed his medical training the
surgery was considered illegal.
Later on he ended up devoting the
rest of his life to Buddhism in India.

• “Little Axe” Broadnax (1916 - 1992)
Little Axe was an American gospel
singer. I couldn’t find much on his
personal life, but he was apart of
several gospel groups between the
1940’s and 1980’s.
He was not discovered to be trans
until his death in 1992.

• Lou Sullivan (1951 - 1991)
An American author and activist, and
also one of the first trans men to
publicly identify as gay. He’s heavily
credited to the modern understanding
of gender identity and sexuality being
different things.
As a child, he would write in his journal
about being confused about his
identity, and expressed his ideas of
wishing he were a man and wanting to
be a gay man there from a young age.
He moved away from Milwaukee in
1975 to San Francisco so he could
have easier access to not only hrt but
a more understanding community. His
family was supportive of this move and
gave him a man’s suit and his
grandfather’s pocket watch as going
away presents.
In San Francisco, he lived openly as
a gay trans man but was denied SRS
constantly because of his sexuality,
since at the time trans people were
expected to adhere to a more
heterosexual lifestyle. He finally had
SRS in 1986.
He was diagnosed as HIV positive in
the same year, and said afterwards:
“I took a certain pleasure in informing
the gender clinic that even though
their program told me I could not live
as a Gay man, it looks like I’m going to
die like one.”
As an adult he was active in the
Gateway Gender Alliance, which was
one of the first educational
organizations that offered support for
FTM people. He was an editor for The
Gateway,
a newsletter with “news
and information on transvestism and
transsexualism” that originally primarily
focused on MTF issues, but started to
also talk about FTM issues under his
editing.
He was a founding member of the
GLBT Historical Society in San
Francisco, he founded FTM
International - an organization
specifically for trans men - and was a
huge advocate for gay trans men, and
gay trans people in general.
He ended up passing due to HIV
related complications.

• Brandon Teena (1972 - 1993)
TW: r*pe, assault/violence, murder

Brandon Teena was raped and
murdered at age 21 for being trans.
He asserted that he was male from a
young age and began identifying as
a man during adolescence. He would
constantly reject school dress code by
dressing masculinely.
When he was 18 he tried to join the US
army but failed to enter after listing his
sex as male.
In 1993 he began living as a man full
time and associating with John L.
Lotter, Tom Nissen, and Lana Tisdel.
During a Christmas Eve party, Nissen
and Lotter forced Brandon to pull
down his pants revealing that he was
trans. They forced him into a car, drove
to a nearby meat packing plant, and
raped him. They then took him to
Nissen’s house, where they told
Brandon to shower, allowing him to
escape out the bathroom window and
to Tinsel’s house.
They went to the ER where while
Brandon was having a rape kit done,
he was asked invasive, rude, and
unnecessary questions about him
being trans so they left.
When Nissen and Lotter found out
about the police report and rape kit
they started a hunt for Brandon, and
eventually found him on December
31st when they shot and killed him and
the two other people in the house
where he was staying. Brandon was
also stabbed in the chest to ensure he
was dead.
He’s had two movies made on his life
a documentary called The Brandon
Teena Story
and movie called Boys
Don’t Cry.

Some more recent trans men include:

• Thomas Beatie - in 2007 was the first
trans man to become pregnant
through artificial insemination after
finding out his wife was infertile.

• Balian Buschbaum - a former German
pole-vaulting champion. He competed
during the early 2000s and retired in
2007 to transition

• Chaz Bono - son of Sonny and Cher,
he is a writer, musician, and activist

• Ian Harvie - a comedian and actor, he
was in Transparent and Roadtrip
Nation

• Buck Angel - a former adult film star
and producer, and is now a trans
activist, writer, and speaker

There are obviously many, many other well known current trans guys out there, but those are just some ✌️

The history of trans guys is often overlooked and/or forgotten, so hopefully you learned something from this

Soulmates

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 1600

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.


Y/N was never much of a talker; she had maybe said eight sentences in her whole life time. She wasn’t sure where the fear really came from, the fear of saying the wrong thing, of being too loud, of not being heard, so she kept to herself. People didn’t seem to understand though, they couldn’t comprehend why she chose to not talk, so she was labeled as weird, freak, stupid etc. Then they labeled her as mute (and she was) but she hated that term, she really did, Y/N just hated being labeled. At first it hurt, it really did, but Y/N soon learned to ignore them, she could only really care about what her Soulmate would have to say, and deep down a part of her wished that they were like her, quiet.

Soulmates, Y/N had been waiting for hers for a long time. She could remember sitting in class in fifth grade, when the teacher explained the process. She explained how everyone was born with a mark, a mark that only their other half had and she made them find that mark. Y/N’s was on her wrist, it was small, and lighter than her regular skin color, she wasn’t sure what it was at first, it just looked like a stick. But the teacher explained how the mark gets more detailed as they get older and closer to finding their person, and Y/N had noticed how that mark slowly grew into a small flower, a petal or two still missing.

Her teacher explained how every person was made for the other, and that they would feel their soulmates emotions, pain, negative thoughts, happy thoughts. They were connected and no matter what the other would always feel what their person was feeling. Y/N had learned that her person always seemed to be grumpy.

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Context: Our party is helping a djin take over a small kingdom of two warmongering families during a wedding. At one point, the families challenge eachother to a duel, loser becomes the winner’s slaves.

Before the actuall duel, there was a warmup fight, three teams of two. The two families and us, the guests.

No one can use weapons or armor.

Our elf ranger managed to throw a man to the ground, but was dragged down himself.

DM: “So you’re on the ground and he attempts to punch you *rolls* but misses, it’s your turn now, what would you like to do?”

Ranger: “Pocket sand!”

DM: “What?”

Ranger: “I throw pocketsand in his eyes!”

DM: “…the things I put up with. Roll for dexterity, to see how quick you are.”

Ranger: *rolls* “I got 23!”

DM: *also rolls* “*sigh* Okay, so as you are about to throw the sand in his face, he takes a breath and gets it in this eyes and throat. You’ve critically blinded him. You’re sure 95% of the audience are booing, but can hear one man screaming ‘Yeah! That’s the best fighting I’ve seen.’”

Ranger: “That lifts my spirit. :)”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena.

 Our Human Monk, a Drunken Master, has been fighting two enemies at the same time, and had been knocked to the ground.

DM: “You’re lying on the ground and one of the fighters pulls out a hidden dagger and… *rolls* falls to the ground. Everyone goes silent before cheering. You hear some saying “That guy must be quick, I didn’t even see him move!”

Monk: “I’m too drunk to know what’s going on.”

sometimes i think about how jake is a pretty competitive, driven character (the bet with amy, the halloween bets with holt, the eps from earlier seasons where he’s always trying to do his best + win + prove his worth), but even from the start he never truly let that get in the way of his support and care for the squad and esp for amy. 

as early on as season 1/operation broken feather he wrote that recommendation letter for her because at the end of the day, he had her back, he respected her as a partner and a friend, and he wanted her to succeed. and that same support continued all the way to season 4, his line “i’ve always known you were gonna be my boss” was like. so representative of their dynamic and his love/respect for her, and how nothing else really tops that. 

he let go of the bet of who’s going to move into the other’s place because he cared about her more than winning it. when amy won halloween III even when he almost got in over his head, he was apologetic to her, then proud and happy to crown her the queen of the 99. 

esp. important i think seeing as he’s the main male lead of a comedy show in a central pairing/relationship, and he has never once felt truly threatened by her accomplishments, and never once genuinely put his own competitiveness or pride before her wellbeing. their relationship has never fallen to the “man unhealthily jealous/threatened by his girlfriend/wife’s accomplishments” or other countless similar tropes. he loves her and at the end of the day that’s what matters to him the most. and he knows she’ll make a great sergeant and we all know he’s going to be with her every step of that path. 

Phantom - Bucky x Reader

TAKING REQUESTS

MASTERLIST

Summary: You lost your hand in an explosion and receives a metal one similar to Bucky’s.

Warnings: Injury (??)

Words: 2 192

Y/N: Woah it’s been a while since I posted I’m sorry bout that. Anyway, here’s some random Bucky thing I had in mind!

Originally posted by hospitalheaven


She slowly began to detect the light behind her closed eyelids. Images of the accident crashed into her mind like a hurricane, causing her heart to start beating furiously. She could still hear her own scream, still feel the pain.

“Y/N?” She could have sworn it was Bruce speaking, but his voice sounded distant. She could barely hear it.

She remembered the deafening ringing in her ears after the bomb had gone off. The warm wetness of her own blood on her face, staining her skin gruesomely. She remembered her body becoming paralyzed from the agony. Her throat had began to taste of blood from her dry and almost inhumanly loud scream.

“Y/N?” It was Steve, and she was certain this time around. She could hear him call her name somewhere in her dazed head. She wanted to pry her eyes open and look at the man, but she couldn’t.

She felt the numbness in her entire, right arm and felt her breathing become shallow as she realized what awaited her when she’d come to her senses.

“Calm down, Y/N. You’re okay now, alright? We’re all back at the Tower. Everyone of us are here and no one else is hurt.” Steve rambled, trying to reassure her. She wanted to cry both because she was scared and because she was happy. She didn’t cry for neither of those reasons as her body finally allowed her to even open her eyes.

The bright lights felt as if they burned her eyes like the sun itself. Her vision was blurry and unfocused yet she detected movement around her.

“Hey…” She felt the warmness of a hand on her arm, seeing what she recognized to be Steve’s figure in front of her. “Are you good? Do you feel okay?”

She shook her head no, but he knew what she meant. Bruce came to the other side of the hospital bed she laid in and and placed his hands on the handles along the sides.

“You remember, don’t you?” He suspected, eyes looking down at her with pity as she slowly nodded. Bruce and Steve exchanged a look over the bed before turning to look down at her again.

“Just take it slow. Remember that even if it isn’t your own flesh, it’s still you.” Steve smiled painfully and squeezed her left arm softly for further reassurance.

Not having it in her to wait any longer, she turned her head slightly towards her right and looked down, seeing the metal hand rest at her side and reaching up to her forearm where its edge was hidden behind bandages, her reddened and scarred arm continuing above the tightly wrapped fabric.

She whimpered, feeling sick to the very core of her bones. She couldn’t feel her entire arm due to the sedatives, but she would never be able to feel her hand again. It was gone, blown away by the bomb she had tried to grab and throw away before it exploded. Obviously, she had failed, and she would have to live with her actions for the rest of her life.

“Bucky has been with you day and night since we got home, but when you started to wake up, he said he couldn’t see your reaction to all of this, so he left…” Steve explained as he was sure she had already wondered where Bucky was, and he was right. Amongst the first things she noticed was the lack of his presence in the room as she woke up. She couldn’t be mad at him though. He had suffered through the loss of a limb before. Watching someone else do the same would bring up old memories she doubted were even remotely pleasant.

The change of subject calmed her down and distracted her from her lack of a right hand. Yet, she still thought of it subsequently as she thought of when Bucky would visit her.

“Don’t try and move your arm yet. You need to heal and rest before you do anything, arm or not… But I have to say, Tony did a superb work.“

She nodded before her mind began to drift again. "How long have I-” Steve held up a hand kindly to hinder her from speaking further and straining her voice.

“Two days, going on your third.” Steve answered, studying her closely to figure out how she was feeling. The amount of time she had been out did not seem to bother her but he could see her eyes continuously trying to catch a glimpse of her hand.

“Did everyone else make it?” She bit her lip as she tried to contain the overwhelming emotions that came crashing down on her like a wave.

“Yes. Everyone’s alright.” He assured. “You saved their lives… You’re a hero.”

She huffed, looking away from Steve. She didn’t feel like a hero even the slightest. She did not see their mission as accomplished but as failed. How could she be a hero when a third of her arm had been blown off? She didn’t understand Steve’s logic at all.

“It’s true.” He attempted to convince her. “I don’t doubt you feel pretty roughed up right now, but you saved the lives of a dozen people. Your sacrifice saved them.”

She bit down on her lip. She could feel the unexplainable loss of her hand. It felt as if it should be there at the same time as she could feel it was gone. She swore she could feel the tip of her fingers, but she didn’t feel them at all. It was all games that her mind played.

“When can I move it?” She managed to ask Bruce who had been silent for a while. He cleared his throat and looked down at her bionic hand.

“Your nerves were also injured in the explosion. Your new hand is already connected to your nerve system but it will all need a few days to heal and adapt.” He looked her in the eyes briefly. “An exact time is impossible to determine.”

She nodded vaguely and propped her head to the center of her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Only a second after, the door opened, and in came Bucky. She looked up at him but he didn’t meet her stare. His glossed-over eyes went instantly to her hand and his jaw tightened. He would never admit it, but he had cried for her. The turmoil and torture he had gone through because of his own arm was too much for himself to grasp. For something so awful to happen to such a pure girl like Y/N had been harder on him than he would have thought.

“Bucky helped a lot.” Steve said as he noticed his old friend stare speechlessly at Y/N’s new hand. She looked up at Steve. “He let Tony completely break down his arm to create as good of a hand as we could for you.”

She barely believed the Captain. “Really?” She turned towards Bucky whose cheeks were flushing red. “Thank you.”

He didn’t want to be thanked. He wanted to be forgiven. He should have attempted to disarm the bomb, not Y/N. It should have been him.


Bucky made his way to the roof of the Stark Tower, knowing Y/N was there. Ever since Tony was so kind to build a medium sized greenhouse there after her accident, knowing how much she loved gardening, she had dedicated most of her wake time to her hobby. Partially it was because she liked gardening, the other part was because she was hiding from everyone. She didn’t want them to see her struggle with her new hand but would rather practice alone.

The luscious greenhouse came into his sight. The plants around the walls grew so thickly it was impossible to spot Y/N through them. He walked up to the open, glass door and looked down the pebble isle in the center. Further down the isle, Y/N was kneeling on the soft rocks and holding a watering can with both her hands.

He knocked twice on the open doors to make her aware of his presence. Her eyes snapped up in surprise and almost as if it was a reflex, her left hand covered her fright one.

“You don’t have to hide it.” He said as he took slow steps further inside the warm and humid greenhouse which smelled heavenly of jasmine and white tobacco. “Not to me.”

He waved his left arm in the air childly and smiled as he heard her chuckle softly at his goofy behavior. Her smile faded and she looked down at her hands. Hesitantly, she dragged her left hand away and exposed the metal one to the rays of sunshine that managed to seep past the greenery around her. Bucky stared at it, hating that he felt comfort from such a tragic thing. He just didn’t want to be alone, and he wish Y/N would somehow understand that.

“How are your plants feeling?” He tried to have a casual conversation. He walked inside to the opening in the isle where there was a small shed for all of Y/N tools but also a bench where Bucky took a seat.

She shook her head clear, trying to keep up with his mood swinging and topic changing. “Good.” Her eyes traveled around her personal slice of heaven which she was unimaginably grateful for. Her eyes locked onto the rich, red strawberries which grew along the pathway through the greenhouse in a narrow line. She picked a big and juicy looking one, standing up and bringing it to Bucky. “Here, try it! It’s a mix of strawberries and wild strawberries. They’re extra sweet.”

Bucky raised his metal hand and Y/N hadn’t realized she had picked the strawberry with her right one, her new one. Embarrassed and ashamed, she still placed the berry in Bucky’s palm. Their fingers accidentally touched and the metal on metal clinked. She pulled her hand back and took a deep breath. She tried to convince herself to stop being such a baby, especially considering that it was Bucky sitting in front of her who had a metal hand of his own to care about.

He took a bite of the strawberry and chewed on it for a bit longer to let the flavor get to him. After a few moments, he let out a small grown and nodded pleasingly. “That is ridiculously good.” He looked at the rest of the strawberry in his hand with amazement. “I’m just gonna put it on the record, but if you get up here one day and all of your strawberries are gone, it might have been me.”

She chuckled again and it warmed him to see her happy. God knows she deserved it.

“How are you doing, by the way? I know you don’t want to talk about your hand but I just want to know that you don’t need help handling things or something.” He couldn’t contain himself. The reason he had came up to her greenhouse was to see that she was alright. Of course, he didn’t at allied just watching her care for her flowers and other greens. He simply enjoyed being in her presence and there was something peaceful about the small greenhouse she had created on the roof of the Stark Tower, surrounded by city everywhere you looked. He loved it, just as she did.

She looked down at her hand. It was still wrapped with bandages where the metal was connected with the skin. She knew how it looked underneath, and it looked bad. Her skin was sizzled and the dents where bubbles had formed in the heat of the explosion had created round dents in her skin. It was brutal, grotesque, and she didn’t want to ever remove it.

“Alright.” She said after a long pause. “I mean, I’m doing fine. I can do practically anything. It’s the mental part that’s not really keeping up.” She tried to laugh it off, like it wasn’t a big deal, but Bucky knew it was. He had been in her shoes more times than she could imagine. Broken and afraid, hating yourself.

“I’m always here, you know that right?” He startled her by asking. He had never been so open to her before. “If you ever want to talk, you know. I’m one of the few around here that can relate to what you’re going through.”

She huffed again, almost laughing. “You’re the only one Bucky. Last time I checked, no one else has a bionic limb here.”

He leaned back on the bench, eating up the rest of the strawberry casually. “Even more reason for you to spend some extra time with me.”

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Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


16:30

Silence.

You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.

16:45

You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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Not Just Friends || Jughead Jones

Request: ‘Jughead x Reader where he has a wet dream and then when he confronts the reader it gets steamy?’ -by Anon

A/N: I am sinning again but hey, I kind of like how this turned out. Feel free to request more and tell me any details you guys want so I can make it more like what you wanted!

Warnings: smut, sin, and swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Hips grinding into the sheets, groan, tug, repeat. Jughead didn’t dream to begin with, especially not about fucking. In the dream he snapped his hips against yours, kissing your neck and moaning into your ear, hands tangled in your hair.

In reality his face was pressed against his pillow, hips stuttering against his mattress, and the hands that he thought were in your hair, were gripping the bed roughly, tugging lightly with each groan that passed his lips.

This went on for a few minutes, moans becoming louder and more frequent, hips stuttering more often, movements getting sloppier as his body came closer to finishing.

His eyes snapped open as his hips ground forward, orgasm flowing through him as he moved his hips a bit more lightly, riding out the orgasm with a low groan into his pillow.

Lazily rolling onto his back, he sighed as he rubbed his face, tired eyes scanning the room that wasn’t actually yours. Checking the time he groaned, for once thankful that he lived alone at the drive-in, no embarrassing conversations about why he was groaning so sexually, so early in the morning.

He changed and did his usual morning routine, making sure he was ready for school and trying to forget about the shameful, sexual dream he had. However, upon arriving at the school and quickly seeing you approaching, he realized it would be nearly impossible to forget.

Biting his lip, he quickly dismissed the thought, ‘she’s your best friend, Jug. Don’t screw it up’ he groaned mentally at his conscious, forcing a smile on as you finally reached him.

A smirk quickly took over your face, “you’re making that face that you always make when you’re thinking way too hard, Jug. You realize it’s gonna give you wrinkles, right?” you said teasingly, causing the beanie wearing boy to roll his eyes, failing to hide a smile.

Wrapping an arm around you, he mumbled a brief “you know me so well” before yawning. From the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head, “did you sleep less than usual too? I bet you stayed up writing about Jason again, or maybe you were thinking about how in love with me you are” you said with a nudge, and the boy stiffened for a moment.

Quickly realizing you were joking he moved his arm that was around your shoulders, shoving it in his pocket instead as he laughed, “totally, I couldn’t stop imagining us, together riding off into the sunset like some bad romance movie” he retaliated, lips curling into a fond smile as you rolled your eyes, gasping overdramatically.

The moment was ruined as the familiar sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls, causing your eyes to widen as you ran to your next class, shouting a rushed “we’ll talk later!” as you did.

The raven haired boy walked to his class, mind racing as he began to stress over what he should do about his dream. Most of the day was spent like this, going back and forth between his options, to tell you about how he felt and the dream, or to hide it and pine after you silently and desperately.

By the end of the day you had realized the boy was thinking, but you didn’t know about what, and didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts. To say you were surprised when he lead you to his ‘home’ at the drive-in, claiming he had to tell you something important,  was an understatement.

Deciding not to express your shock, you leaned against the wall and watched him carefully as he paced. Just as you were about to speak he raised a hand, “Don’t say anything, not one thing. I need to let this out right now before I decide to chicken out of it” he sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours anxiously.

Concern flooded your being, and you nodded quickly as he began to speak, “I like you, I really like you- hell I love you, (Y/N). I have to tell you this because we’re best friends, and I had this really weird dream that you should not have about your best friend. You definitely don’t have to return the feelings but please just don’t-” his rambling was cut off as you kissed him roughly.

His hands immediately gripped your hips and he almost moaned at the satisfaction of kissing you. Meanwhile you tugged off his hat, letting your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting and deepening the kiss.

In no time the boy picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you got shoved against the closest wall roughly, hips bucking forward seeking friction. Both of you kissed each other sloppily, your hands yanked off his shirt, tossing it in the same direction his hat went, while his groped your breasts, moving to tug your shirt off afterwards as well.

Your hands ran along his chest, “Jug, bed” you managed to mumble between messy kisses, said boy obediently moving the steamy session to his bed, laying you down and crawling over you, immediately grinding down again for even more friction.

He groaned lowly, unclipping your bra and tossing it in a random direction, and you took the opportunity to flip your position, Jughead now underneath you, panting with half-lidded eyes.

Grinning, you straddled him and kissed along his neck, sucking lightly until you heard a high moan. You quickly abused the spot, sucking harshly and nipping at it, feeling Jughead’s hands gripping your hips roughly as he groaned and panted heavily, pants becoming noticeably tighter.

Feeling the hardness against your thigh, you smirked mischievously as you slowly lowered yourself, undoing his pants and taking them off, mouthing and jacking his member lightly, causing his pants and groans to become more frequent.

Before you could get too far, he put a hand on your shoulder, “Not this time” he mumbled lazily, smirking as he flipped you again, taking off whatever clothing you had left, doing the same to himself and kissing you roughly, teasing you as he slowly inched into you.

A sexually frustrated groan tumbled from your lips as you tried to push yourself onto him, his hands preventing you from doing so. After a few moments he got rather impatient, deciding to save the teasing for another time as he fully entered you, groaning at the new feeling, you doing the same.

He quickly snapped his hips against yours a few times, one of your hands tangling in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck. One of his hands moved to support himself so he wouldn’t fall onto you, his other one groping you once more.

You groaned loudly, panting heavily and letting your eyes squeeze shut as you bucked involuntarily, causing a similar but lower groan to leave the boys lips. He bit his lip and continued moving his hips, head falling into your neck as he kissed and sucked at it, pausing occasionally as he panted heavily.

Toes curling at the feeling, your head tilted back and you bit your lip, “Jug, pick up the pace” you muttered into his ear, moaning as he did as told, smirking into your neck before grunting as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get a better angle and you lost it as he hit your g-spot, moaning obscenely and more frequently. It didn’t take long for Jughead to speed up even more as he realized what happened, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him slightly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach, “Jug, don’t stop because ‘m gonna cum” you panted, knot snapping as white flooded your vision, all your senses stopping for a moment.

Jughead grunted a few times as he felt himself cum, riding out his orgasm and thrusting into you a few more times, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. He pulled out after a moment, eyes opening as he flopped down onto his bed next to you, your own eyes opening again as well.

You heard a sigh next to you, head turning to see Jughead smiling to himself dreamily, “hey, Jug you look more insane than happy” you teased, “better than the dream?” you added with a raised brow, causing the boy to snort quietly, “way better” he whispered, turning to you and kissing you gently.

Wrapping his arms around you, he shut his eyes again, dozing off. You smiled at his sleeping figure, dozing off yourself, thinking about what the next day would have in store for you and your dark haired companion.

Originally posted by bugheadjones-the-third

You Didn’t Deny It (M)

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Word Count: 9.1k (yeah I got carried away)

“But you want Jongin to fuck you.”
Running a hand through your hair, you glare at him.
“Are we really having this conversation right now?”
“You didn’t deny it.” 

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Chronic Illness Myths...

Myth #1: Staying home all the time is fun.
Truth: It’s boring.  It’s demeaning.  I get sick of my house, even with all my lovely possessions.  I get tired of the same sights everyday - pill bottles, blankets and hot water bottles, the toilet…..Yeah, the fun is all happening at my house.

Myth #2: I’m a drug seeker
Truth: Sure, I ‘seek drugs’.  I need them for a small degree of the normality that you have.  Do you know how many meds I take a day just to be able to move, or prepare my own meals?  I don’t take drugs to get high, or party.  I take PRESCRIBED drugs that my Doctor feels I need.

Myth #3: I don’t want to work
Truth: I get offered jobs all the time.  My brain is excellent, but sadly my body does not reflect the same degree of excellence.  I would LOVE to work!  Have you taken the time to consider that taking care of my broken body and managing the diseases/conditions and malfunctions of my body is work in itself? 

Myth #4: I have so much free time
Truth: Yes, I have time.  But I have become its slave.  There are 12 hours in a day and almost half of that I spend nursing my broken body through pain and discomfort.  The other half is appointments, counselling and catching up on mundane tasks you could do in minutes…Remind me again of how much ‘free’ time I have.

Myth #5: I love the attention people give me because I’m sick.
Truth: The attention is NOT positive!  It’s not “well done you for getting out of bed!”, it’s more likely “Jesus, you’re STILL sick?!” Oh boy, do I love hearing that *sarcasm*

I am not writing this because I hate my life.  Despite everything, I am doing ok.  I wrote this because I wanna invite people to educate themselves on what it means to be chronically ill and perhaps re-evaluate what they say and the hurt it causes.