kinda late with it

thismechajunkie said:(

It’s kinda late but I still wanna say) I have been saying for MONTHS that I wanted to see a canon Smoky Quartz character because I have a Smoky Quartz OC who is a 2-gem fusion, who I made back at the beginning of season 2. The hilarious part is my Smoky is also the fusion of two gems who have a sibling-like relationship, the gem locations are really similar, and also have purple in their designs. Also I am endlessly entertained by this.

unknownfracture  asked:

Hi. My name is Virus and I'm a 21 yr old transguy. I've been feeling kinda invalid lately because I mentioned to my bf that I wanted a gay shirt and he responded to tell me that I'm not gay and brought up the fact I don't have a penis. If I'm not gay then what am I? I'm a guy that likes guys. How is that not gay?

That’s definitely gay. Being trans doesn’t change the fact that you’re a guy who likes guys, and that’s gay. It sounds like your bf is being disrespectful and invalidating towards you, which isn’t okay. Let him know that you’re a guy who likes guys, that being trans doesn’t change that, and that your sexuality doesn’t depend on whether or not you have a penis. If he can’t respect that, maybe he shouldn’t be your bf.


charliechaplin2blr  asked:

BuckyNat prompt for 'Battle Couple': "But I never get to use the grenade launcher!" "Remember what happened in Macau?!" "It was one time!"

sorry this is super late

also trust me to make it kinda angsty

“Target’s almost in position. Five minutes until we engage,” Steve’s voice mutters over the comms.

Bucky’s eyes barely twitch, though his finger already on the trigger does, almost unnoticeable. “East end all clear,” Clint’s voice adds. “Ready for the showdown.”

“All clear on our end as well,” Natasha murmurs, with the audacity to sound bored. “So, guys… any plans for Saturday?”

“Ya mean, unless we blow this whole thing up?” Bucky mutters back, but doesn’t bother turning the comm on.

“Oh, you know,” Steve answers. “I was hoping to detach Bucky from his grenade launcher long enough to drag him to that Finneran art show.”

“Oh, yeah, grenade launcher or modern art,” Bucky returns sarcastically. “What a hard choice.”

“You don’t even know what it’s about,” Steve criticizes. Bucky doesn’t bother denying. “Also, you’ve been holding that thing for hours now, I think you have had about enough.”

“Holding it is not the interesting part though,” Clint muses. “Like, holding a bow isn’t that exciting either…”

“Shut up, adrenaline junkie,” Natasha interrupts. “Finneran sounds good though, his approach to interlocking figures and shapes seems really interesting.”

Bucky snorts. “Oh, you googled it?”

“You know, I have this innovative thing called brain,” Natasha replies calmly. “It also features that thing called memory, not sure if you heard about it-”

“Ouch,” Clint remarks with amusement. Bucky looks offended but then again, not quite.

“Wait, he’s getting out of the car,” Steve mutters suddenly. “Looks like-”

Natasha peers over the wall. “Me too- we might just catch him alive-”

Bucky groans while Nat gathers her things already. “You’re not really telling me I carried all this shit up here for nothing.”

“Stop whining, super soldier,” Natasha throws back, pushing the door open and hastily climbing down the stairs.

“But I never get to use the grenade launcher!” Bucky complains, hurrying to keep up with her.

Natasha jumps elegantly over the railing, but she is also so acrobatic-slash-awesome that she can turn her head at the same time and stare at him in horror. “Remember what happened in Macau?!”

“That was one time.”

Natasha huffs, kicking the door open and pressing against the wall so she won’t be seen. “Tell that to my nerves. Put that thing down, you’ll only draw attention.”

Reluctantly, Bucky lowers the grenade launcher. “Ya know, I could still just blow them all up-”

Or we could wait mere seconds and catch him alive, gaining valuable intel,” Steve cuts him off. “Clint, can you handle his security details?”

“Mmm, I can definitely distract them,” Clint replied thoughtfully. “Gimme a minute.”

“James,” Natasha whispers. He notices that his trigger finger is twitching again. “Keep it together, okay?”

He breathes through his nose and nods. He can’t see the guy, but he knows he is just around the corner, not even in his SUV-

“Engage in five,” Clint’s voice interrupts. “Four…three…two-”

Nat jumps around the corner, punching one guy straight in the face. There is a blast that momentarily distracts the other nine, one of them being struck by an arrow as well. Then Steve is there, knocking two down with his shield. Another is pointing his gun at Natasha, who is busy breaking the arm of the guy who tried to grab her-

And he is holding this stupid grenade launcher and suddenly he can’t blow them all up anymore, because Steve, because Nat-

Reaching for his shotgun is taking too long, but Nat has already kicked the guy with the gun in the groin, causing him to drop his weapon. It’s all over in a matter of seconds.


He didn’t hear her approaching, even though he usually does. He should stop staring at the wall in front of him. But he knows what’s behind it. Who is.

Natasha crosses her arms in front of her chest. She doesn’t have a scratch, as always, though her hair is a little mussed. “You look unhappy.”

Bucky snorts and keeps drumming his metal fingers against the wall, making a clicking noise. Just a wall. So easy to punch through. “I didn’t get to use the grenade launcher. Again.”

Natasha shakes her head with amusement. “Stop pretending it’s about the grenade launcher. We both know it’s not.”

Of course. He sighs, but says nothing. Keeps staring holes in the wall. Natasha unfolds her arms and takes a few steps. “I understand you would have rather seen that Hydra goon dead. But there’s a high chance he can lead us to whoever is leaking military intel to Hydra.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, then we find that guy and can’t kill him because he has intel which helps us find yet another guy who in turn… it never ends, does it?”

Natasha steps in front of him and places a hand on his left shoulder. He hardly feels it. “I promise you. None of those guys will ever hurt you again. I will make sure of that.”

He grins, against himself. “Pinky promise?”

Natasha smiles and squeezes his shoulder, though there’s not much to squeeze. “Pinky promise.” She pulls her hand away and turns to go back, probably to interrogate that Hydra asshole. Looking over her shoulder, she adds: “Oh, by the way?”

Bucky tilts his head. A grin spreads on Natasha’s face. “I totally googled that artist just to piss you off.”

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda late for the undeveloped discourse. But, considering your fics, I'd say you're an abbs girl. The real question is, is your girl as much of an abbs girl a you? Because... A buddy of mine told me J has an 8 pack. That J is shredded.

I’m…. not shredded…. I’m…. no…. shhhhhh….

anonymous asked:

I don't understand what you mean by 'it's too late for me'. Do you mean like.. 'it's too late for me, I've already stopped shipping', or is it like a 'it's too late for me I'm in too deep' kinda thing or is it something else? Lol I didn't get it

The second one,I still shipping them and that’s not going to stop.

ikarus-sunrise  asked:

I wanna wish you a good day... Ive been feeling kinda down lately so im hoping wishing someone a good day will bring my mood up lol. Sry. *nervous laughing*

Its okay to have up and downs, lovely! 
I hope you have a good day too, remember to take it easy today if you are not feeling very well! 
Health above all!

ok honestly bless fat guys. bless boys with pudgy stomachs and bless boys with chubby cheeks. bless boys with thick thighs. bless curvy boys and bless soft boys. bless big boys who were never good at pe. bless the fat boys who were made fun of in school. if you’re a chubby boy then guess what: you look great today and i love you. your body is wonderful and so are you 🍑🌟❣️✨❤️💫💌