pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): alcohol, mentions of smut, angst notes: this is basically an AU btw & also took me two months to write, so here it finally is / listen to girls/girls/boys - panic! at the disco while reading / 13,117 words
this is my: OH MY GOSH TUMBLR HAS THE CUTEST STICKERS 💁🏻 damn right, i’m strong, brave, and valid.
i went shopping the other day, and it was a crowded shopping centre, and i saw so many different types of women, sorry men, this ones about the ladies! only because i compare myself to women as i am one 😋 and it got me thinking. you are not beneath or above a women because you wear make up. you are not beneath or above a woman because you don’t wear make up. you are not beneath or above a woman for being slim. you are not beneath or above a woman for being larger. you are not beneath or above a woman for following fashion trends. you are not beneath or above a woman for having your own style. you are not beneath or above a woman for having a small friendship group. you are not beneath or above a women for having a large friendship group. and, the list could go on and on, and on. i just wanted you all to know, that being who you are is perfectly okay, and we are all SO different, and so we shouldn’t strive to be like one another, when we can just be our valid, brave, and strong selves. love to you all! 💖
it's true than himiko and gonta don't interact at all in the game? even if both have a lot of cgs together? i saw somebody say that,Also,what are you thoughts about this ship?
I don’t know who told you they don’t interact at all, because they interact a good bit? I would say Himiko interacts more with Gonta than she does with, say, Momota for example.
The thing is, Gonta doesn’t really interact with many of the characters–at least, not very much. The character he interacts with the most is Ouma, starting from around Chapter 2, but there aren’t really any other characters he spends a considerable amount of time alone with. If anything, Gonta felt kind of outcast and remote from the group at large, because he wasn’t sure how he could be useful.
listen if Louis was able to make 'statements' about larry not being real from his social media, then why has he never taken any action against the incredibly large group of people who believe this baby isn't his - that to me is also one of the biggest ringing alarm bells. I'd take action, make people stop speculating, it's not nice for a child to grow up and be able to find all this info online about how his dad might not be his dad, you know - if it were actually real.
My fave is all the times they asked for privacy but went to the same exact place every day for weeks to get papped (until Louis finally was freed from that) and yk Bri crying privacy every two seconds but doing absolutely nothing to actually be private
OMG! There are 4,000 of you wonderful people, people who have stood by me and you guys actually read my crappy fanfic and deal with me freaking out over Tom Holland? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! Let’s do some ships! blacklist ultronships
-Follow Me if you want!
-send me an ask with your fav emoji or your fav imagine, prefrence of which gender you’d like to be shipped with (if not specified, you’ll get either!), and a little bit about yourself for a ship and gif of your ship!
It’s best if you send me more about your personality, hobbies, etc. rather than what you look like. Example: My name is Gabby, a self proclaimed nerd who loves to dance and run. I’m an introvert who loves staying in and reading or watching 80s movies on Netflix, rather than be out in a large group of people. I love science and math, and I want to be a doctor someday! (I would ship myself with Peter Parker lmao)
the way i play this game, it’s basically Friendship Simulator 2014™ because i have always gotten and will always get the most enjoyment out of trying to get the highest possible approval with my companions. really, everything i do in the game is just a means to that end.
Everyone Loves Me. I Have A Large Group Of Loving Badass Friends And We Go On Fantasy Picnics Together And They Love And Cherish And Appreciate Me And Enjoy My Company
This is the year 2017 and I’m still having to yell about how ridiculous Maya extinction myths are and tell people we are ‘Maya’ not ‘Mayan’. I’m not saying shame shame if anyone reads this and didn’t know. I’m so angry concerning how slowly these issues are being picked up by educational institutions, at how often I have to bring these things up to higher education professors.
We are a massive massive group of peoples. One of the largest Indigenous groups in the Americas. Wikipedia cites 7 million or so of us total but honestly that’s way off because that’s about how many Maya folks there are in Guatemala alone.
We’re not dead. The Maya did not ‘mysteriously disappear’. We did not ‘fall’. We did not fade into obscurity. We’ve led revolts and rebellions against colonial powers for hundreds of years. We’ve had a big hand in shaping legislative definitions and protections for Indigenous Peoples in Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, and El Salvador.
We haven’t lost our cultures. We’re constantly threatened and experience a lot of violence and have our resources stolen but we are still very much alive and our cultures have persisted.
And don’t even try me with the whole “Oh well we mean your CIVILIZATION disappeared, not you.” The structure of our societies and layout of our network changed and decentralized in many areas. That didn’t make us turn invisible. That didn’t make us not still be large in numbers with a relationship with our lands and lose influence in the areas we live. We still held power in large cities way after what people like to cite as “the fall of the Maya Civilization” (around 600-900 A.D. when we still had cities that we held power of until nearly 1700 when the last was “conquered” by Spain.)
Which brings me to the next issue. Being “conquered” or having a colonial government installed does not erase Indigenous societies or civilizations. That’s an extremely eurocentric way of thinking. We didn’t suddenly turn into Spaniards. We still had massive amounts of towns and villages with leaders. We still had our cultures, our trade, our networks, our influence, while Spain focused on putting up flags in our cities.
So yeah. All your history books have you all convinced that an extremely large group of people, with a greater population than more than half of the countries in Europe, all died out 1100 years ago.
Now try to imagine what kind of shit Indigenous Peoples with much less numbers and much lower access to resources go through.
People like you don’t notice girls like me. You’re the type of person to play sports and hang out with large group of people, whereas I’m the type of person to hang out with a few friends and read a book. Some say opposites attract, but not in my case.
opposites attract // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9
Because I’m tired of bitching and screaming about the Tangerine Terror, I’ve decided that today is for laughter, because today has been without a doubt one of the most hysterical days in Resident Rump’s reign of terror.
Emmanuel Macron, newly elected President of France, successfully thwarted Trump’s weird, literally power-grabbing handshake.
Later in the day, Macron was videotaped approaching the large group of NATO leaders that was moving toward him. He appeared to be heading straight toward Trump. At the last minute, he peeled off to the right and greeted Angela Merkel of Germany first. He shook a couple of other people’s hands before he finally greeted Trump.
Trump made a total asshole of himself (of course) in his speech to the NATO leaders, chewing them out and demanding money from them. Some of the leaders didn’t even attempt to hide their disdain and eyerolls in response.
It’s been reported that Trump made comments in front of some of the NATO leaders in which he spoke derisively about Germany, calling it “bad,” and threatened to shut down the sale of German cars in the US.
Trump literally pushed the Prime Minister of Montenegro aside so that he could be at the forefront of a picture. He stood there with a smug, condescending, “my shit don’t smell” expression on his face.
Last but not least, it was finally confirmed this afternoon that Jared Kushner, the man who is supposed to fix every single thing that’s wrong with this country, is the person of interest identified last week as being under investigation by the FBI. Oh, and he omitted at least one meeting with the Russian ambassador from his application for his security clearance.
I don’t know about you, but I do believe I hear the blustery winds of a fucking huge storm approaching.
If you are so inclined, I would love to see Ravenpaw drawn being brave or mature, since his anxiety was really only apparent while around Tigerstar and large groups of cats. However I saw your post with the list of current warriors requests, so I understand completely if you choose not to or do not have time ^_^ I just stumbled on your page and I love your art! When I have money in the future, I will contact you about commissions~
well, he did catch an adder before right? thats pretty brave
“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’
back as he speaks to some new recruits.
“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”
“He… just reminds me of someone,
sometimes. The Commander.”
twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.
twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds
than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled
by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.
twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face,
not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.
So I recently got into the whole “humans are weird/space orcs” thing and it got me thinking, what if we are one of the only intelligent species that lives in large groups? Like, that would be a MASSIVE advantage. Not only would it make us more of a threat to species that live in groups of a dozen or so, but it would also probably boost our technological advancement to a ridiculous speed. But even so we lack a biological caste system which means we have much greater social flexibility than other high population species might. We might be terrifying to other species because a human crew is larger than their city, but none of the humans are unable to do another’s job. Imagine the aliens make a last ditch attempt to stop the human invasion by killing the commander. They succeed and begin to celebrate their victory over these monsters. Then a week later the humans launch a counter attack as revenge. Their superior weapons and ability to take up the responsibilities of their comrades leave the aliens completely unprepared. The result is a massacre.
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
It’s a sunny day and the streets of your city are exactly as you love them: full of life. People chatting animatedly next to stands full of fruit from which their grangers boast, children running through the crowd and mothers behind them yelling to the kids to behave. Inhaling deeply you are pleasantly surprised by the sweet smell of your favorite buns fresh from the oven. Decided, that will be your next stop.
Just before you mislead the two guards James especially chose to follow you around all day, of course.
Looking at them from the corner of your eye you see how bored they are, one of them can’t stop yawning while the other seems to want to nail himself with something sharp just to feel something. You smile to yourself, that’s part of your plan. You’ve been wandering around the market for hours, looking around, buying here and there but not really doing anything interesting, just making the two poor soldiers dizzy and waiting for they to get their guard down, so you can “get lost” and visit Nat once for all.
You ask Harry to be your date to a wedding. But just as friends, of course…
You had never been more perplexed over the word, “Guest”.
The wedding invite in your hand had arrived at your door a
few hours prior and, while the upcoming wedding itself wasn’t news (you had
known that your two friends would end up getting married arguably before they
did), the little “(Y/N) + Guest” notation at the bottom was unexpected. You
currently weren’t dating anyone and hadn’t been for quite a while; at least
long enough for your friends not to assume that you would be bringing someone.
But, there it was, in plain, black ink: (Y/N) + Guest.
You bit your lip and read the invite again, wondering if
maybe they had just allotted one guest for everyone because they had a huge
budget. All of your other close friends were already invited to the wedding in
the first place; who on earth were you expected to bring?
It was one friend’s suggestion of, “What about Harry?” that
currently had you in fits of nerves and bouts of overthinking. Harry was a pal,
sure, but you certainly weren’t close enough to him that you could just waltz
right up and ask him to be your date to a wedding. He didn’t even know the
bride and groom, but he did know many of your other friends that would be in
It wasn’t that you weren’t friendly with Harry. You had
known each other probably about five years now and always ended up hanging out
whenever he was around, though it was typically in a group. You got along well,
laughed a lot, enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. But you weren’t
close. He wasn’t the type that you would just call up on a Friday night if you
were bored; you were way too self conscious to do that, even though he didn’t
act like Harry Styles when he was around you.
He was also incredibly good looking and charming, and that
scared you. The idea of being seen at a wedding with Harry Styles just felt
like you were opening yourself up for ridicule. You were generally okay with
how you looked, but Harry was like a Greek god compared to pretty much
Truth be told, you had a bit of a crush on
him. It was a harmless crush, because when he was away you didn’t really
think about him at all, but he did manage to make you nervous and give
you butterflies every time you saw him.
The idea of asking Harry to be your wedding date had been
pinching at the back of your mind for weeks now. The wedding was still a few
months away, but you still hadn’t sent in an RSVP to confirm whether you were
coming alone or with someone else.
“Have you asked him yet?”
That was the first question your friend consistently asked
you ever since she had suggested it. Your response was always the same and
becoming a bit exasperating, if you were being honest.
“How am I supposed to ask him?”
Your friend crossed her arms and gave you a smirk.
“Well…how about, ‘Hey Harry, would you like to come to this
wedding with me?’”
You sighed, throwing yourself back on your bed and bringing
your arms up to cover your face.
“I can’t just ask him like that! It would be weird.”
“I feel like it wouldn’t be…”
“I don’t know him that well.”
“You’ve known him for four years!”
“Yeah, but we never hang out alone!”
“He’d say yes.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, but I have a pretty good idea.”
Your conversations went on like this until your friend
finally got tired of arguing with you. The rational part of your mind knew
that, in all likelihood, Harry would say yes if you asked him. As long as he
was around and didn’t have any other plans, he had no real reason to turn you
down. But the part of your brain that kept overthinking things – the one that
was usually in the forefront – had run through 50 different scenarios in which
you asked him and he said no, or you just ended up making a complete fool of
Finally, you couldn’t put off your RSVP any longer; the
wedding was drawing near and your friends needed numbers. Harry had been in
London for quite a while now, with a few quick trips to the US scattered here
and there, but you had seen him more in the last six months than you had in the
past few years.
“Ask him!” your friend hissed, almost shoving you in Harry’s
direction as you and a large group of your friends were just about to leave a
I just want to write more anxious!Tony and explore his mental illness more and I want to add sensory-overload and people actually fucking supporting him instead of the clusterfuck that is the MCU. I’m gonna throw this snippet at you and see what happens.
Edit: I just read up on Sensory Processing Disorder and EVERYTHING DESCRIBES TONY WHAT THE FUCK I’M CONSIDERING IT CANON.
“These are time-sensitive,” Pepper said, opening the folder so he could see the contracts inside. She watched Tony’s eyes track over the paper before she turned to the next page for him. “Can I leave these with you if I spread them out on the desk?”
“…Yes,” Tony decided.
“Alright.” She spread the pages out over his desk. “I need to go send some faxes. Will you be okay?”
Tony stared at the pages. “…Yes.”
Pepper turned to leave, pausing at the door. “If you have trouble, just call me.”
“I will,” Tony said, nodding. He waited for her to leave before he stuck his tongue out at the paperwork.
He read everything over and decided they were all worth signing. Unfortunate. He grabbed a pen, hand hovering over the first contract, then let out a frustrated sound and began pacing his office.
Pepper found him still pacing. “Do you need me to hold your hand?”
“No,” Tony answered immediately. “I can do it!”
“I never said you couldn’t do it. I asked if you wanted me to hold your hand.”
“Well I don’t!” Tony snapped, turning, hand hovering over the contract. After a moment, he finally pressed pen to paper, carefully keeping his hand above it.
Pepper reached out to put a hand on the paper so it wouldn’t move when he signed it. “Where are your gloves?”
“They’re–I was using them–I don’t know,” he admitted, ashamed.
“That’s fine,” she said, not accusing. “I’ll make you another pair.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
Pepper reached toward him, hand hovering over his shoulder for a moment before she actually set it down. “It’s fine. I just wish you’d told me.” She began collecting the contracts before he could say anything else. “It’s fine. I’ll make them while I catch up on Desperate Housewives.”
Tony frowned, uncertain. “Okay.”
“Right? Okay.” She smiled at him. “I think we’re done here for the day.”
Tony blinked at her, then hesitantly walked around his desk, just waiting for her to say ‘oh, I forgot!’ When she didn’t, he managed an awkward but sincere smile and walked past her.
Pepper looked through the contracts one last time, frowning a little. She wished she could forge his signature.
Natalie tried to hand him a sheaf of papers.
Tony skittered away, tugging his pocket square from his jacket and beginning to rub it with his thumbs anxiously. “No thank you.”
Natalie stared at him, looking the closest to confused that he’d ever seen her. “That… that wasn’t a request.”
“I’ll take those,” Pepper said pleasantly, taking the sheaf of papers from her hands. She looked through them. “Patent paperwork.”
“Oh,” Tony said, still rubbing his pocket square.
“Not necessarily as time-sensitive, but you definitely need to sign them.”
Pepper glanced up at him. “It’s not inappropriate to be startled, Tony.” She looked at Natasha. “Tony needs to know you’re there, and he doesn’t like to be handed things.” She gave Natalie a quietly dangerous look, daring her to say something.
“…I can do that,” Natalie said after a moment. She noticed Tony’s shoulders relaxing and didn’t raise an eyebrow, instead adding, “Is there anything else I need to know?”
“Don’t be afraid to tell Tony if he’s standing too close to you,” Pepper answered immediately, then turned to raise an eyebrow at Tony.
Tony flushed and looked down at his feet. “Don’t wear strong perfume. Or. Uh. Perfume at all? Um, and I don’t like to stand in large groups. And I–when I request a certain food, I’m not–I need that food. I’m not–I’m not picky. It’s the texture.”
“The… texture,” Natalie repeated slowly, eyes flicking down to the silk pocket square in his hands. “Okay. I can work with that.”
“And he has special gloves if you have any time-sensitive paperwork,” Pepper added.
“Okay,” Natalie said again, nodding. “I can make this work.” She couldn’t help but swallow thickly when Tony looked incredibly grateful, and she wondered how many times his needs had been ignored.
Natasha felt awful when she stuck him in the neck. She felt worse when he looked up at her, betrayed, and visibly closed off.
“You said I was a narcissist,” Tony said accusingly.
Natasha did not flinch, but only because she’d been trained not to. “How did you get in my room?”
“A textbook narcissist, even.”
“…I decided,” she said after a moment of thought. “That SHIELD didn’t need to know about your disorder.”
Tony stared at her for a long moment. “So you lied instead.”
“I wouldn’t have been approved for this initiative anyway, would I? Because I’m–I’m a mess?”
Natasha opened her mouth, then shut it again, tilting her head thoughtfully. “…You function,” she finally decided on. “Better than most people in your position would. And you seem to do well in the suit when you’re not dying. I wrote that evaluation under certain circumstances, and I wrote it to say the things people wanted to hear. How much it is true or false now doesn’t matter.”
Tony fidgeted with his cuff links, swaying a little where he stood. “…I’m still mad,” he finally decided.
“I’m leaving now.”
“Do you need me to walk you out of the building?”
Tony’s fidgeting grew. “…What’s the alarm for?”
Natasha could not hear an alarm, but she believed him. “I have no idea,” she admitted honestly. “I have earplugs. Would you like them?”
“…Yes,” he answered meekly.
Natasha didn’t say he was weak, because he wasn’t. And she didn’t say he could do better, because he was already doing his best. Instead she set the earplugs on her bedside table and let him pick them up, then waited for him to put them in before she led him out of her apartment, not saying a word when his arm occasionally brushed hers.
“I need,” Tony began, then stopped, clutching his sleeves.
Jim sat up with a snort, still somewhat bleary-eyed. “What? What do you need?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Tony said guiltily.
“I was on the couch, it’s fine.” Jim rubbed his eyes before looking up at him. “What do you need?”
Tony looked down at his feet. “I’m tired. …’nd sad.”
“Aw, Tones,” Jim cooed, immediately holding his arms out. “C’mere.”
Tony shuffled around him, anxious, then held out a robe. “Here.”
Jim pulled the robe on over his arms, spreading the rest of it over his body, then held his arms out again. The brunet touched the robe cautiously, and only then crawled into his lap. “I’m glad you know you can come to me, Tones. Wanna sleep?”
“It’s too loud,” Tony admitted, curling his fingers in the soft material of the robe.
“In your head, or out?”
“Okay,” Jim said, because he could work with that. “You got your earplugs in?”
He began rubbing a soothing hand up and down Tony’s spine. “Great. I’m gonna recite pi as far as I can and if you’re not asleep by then I’m gonna start reciting every component of an F-16′s motor.”
Tony was asleep just after the one hundred and forty-third number of pi. Jim was glad, because he’d only memorized the first one hundred and fifty.
There have been many famous, infamous, and secretive groups within fiction. If you’re trying to create clubs, factions, gangs, sects, guilds, brotherhoods, or any sort of organized group within your story but need a little boost getting the depth and nuances fleshed out, then I’m here to help.
Where did they begin?
Start with an idea. A person or a group of people came up with an idea, a philosophy, a passion. Who were they?
They began recruiting, rallying others (a few other people, or large groups) around their idea. How difficult was this? How receptive were those who heard? How open about their new idea were they?
They formed an official organization. What mission statement did they write? How was a leader or group of leaders selected? How much disagreement was there in the earlier states? How did they find and/or claim a headquarters? What rules did they start out with, if any?
How did they adapt to growth over time? Was the growth fast or slow, if it happened at all? How did rules or structure need to be adjusted as the numbers grew?
If the primary goal or mission was met, how did they adjust and redefine their purpose?
How do they function, once established?
How has their origin shaped who they are as an organization today?
How do they interact with the world at large?
Are they a secret society?
Are they at odds with the law?
Do they run their town/village/country, whether directly or indirectly?
Who can join? What does joining require? Is there a “probationary” period? How are new recruits treated?
Is there any training or education that proceeds (or precedes) initiation?
How are they funded?
Through illegal means
Through the government
Through private donations
Through the church
Through the (legal) work of their members
Do they have an official or unofficial religious affiliation?
Do they have an emblem or a sigil, some symbol of their loyalty. How is that mark treated? How commonly recognized is that symbol?
How free to live one’s own life is a member once they’ve joined? How much of a day-to-day impact does the membership have?
Can they still work their old job?
Have their old friends?
Stay with their families? Or perhaps the families join as a unit?
Keep their home? Perhaps they still live in it, but it becomes property of the guild?
How ubiquitous is the mission statement? Is it quoted frequently?
What is the consequence for leaving the group? Or for disloyalty?