Concept: A video starts circulating online of Russia’s Viktor Nikiforov not recognizing fellow Grand Prix competitor Katsuki Yuuri, despite having competed against him just hours before. Mistaking Yuuri as a fan, he asks if he would like a commemorative photo. Japanese fans take offense at the slight towards their idol. Viktor is slightly taken aback when he lands in Japan, only to find himself as Public Enemy #1. The Japanese fans are only slightly appeased to find out he’s there to coach Yuuri. For months afterwards, in every interview Viktor has,there’s always at least that one question about the photo incident. Yuuri finds it hilarious. Viktor gets depressed every time, because it reminds him how horribly he insulted his precious Yuuri.
I was/am reluctant to post this because it has the potential to become very problematic, hence why it is so short. I hope you understand that I mean no offense, and that I may be unintentionally ignorant of certain facts/aspects regarding asexuality, and its spectrum. Please feel free to correct/educate me on it; I will be very grateful. And if this becomes too problematic in anyway (like if a lot of people take offense) I will gladly take it down.
You lean against Jughead, your head in the crook of his neck, as the both of you stare out at the lake. It was supposed to be a pleasant day out, just to get away from the stress of school and the looming shadow of Jason’s death, but somehow it just felt off. Jughead was being more quiet than usual, his witty remarks and sardonic comments absent from conversation, and he was being strangely fidgety too. He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to you briefly before going back to the lake.
“Jughead,” you mutter, worried, “What’s up with you?”
It is a great virtue to overlook and offense. Proverbs 19:11 The honorable thing to do in a situation where you have been hurt or insulted is to refuse to become offended. Yes, you may have been wronged, but we are to handle situations like these His way, not the world’s way. The reason taking offense is displeasing to God is that it’s destructive to relationships. It divides people and causes conflict. It can break up families, friendships, and even churches. It’s one of satan’s most valuable weapons against God’s kingdom. I know it is impossible in your own strength, but with God’s grace and strength you can.
right so i was asking if that was supposed to be a joke because it wasn’t a funny thing to say in a locker room like a gay guy could take offense to that because you know the inclusion panel we had in preseason about locker room talk so it’s not like i was saying that having a boyfriend was something funny or –
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everyone takes everything luke does so offensive like he's young does stupid shit chill
He’s snap chatting and driving. He’s distracted and driving and that’s okay is it?Really? So if he crashed and killed himself bc he was snap chatting and driving the excuse is he’s young and dumb? You know what I can’t even deal with the ignorance here. Just whatever.
Kat wasn't engaged when she met Julie. She was in a relationship. She got engaged in 2014. Julie lies.
I guess “You were in a relationship, and now you’re not,” didn’t have quite the emotional zing she was looking for, when juxtaposed with “Candice was single, and now she’s married and has a kid, wow!”
Like I obviously don’t know where Kat is emotionally wrt her breakup from Cottrell, considering it was so long ago now and she seems quite happy, at least the public persona we see… so I don’t want to make it seem like I’m taking wild offense on her behalf because the breakup is something that reflects poorly on her in any way, or that she would be worth more as a person if she was married and had a kid.
But like, can you imagine JP in her speech to Nina and Ian waxing poetic about their relationship and break-up? They’re supposedly in a much happier and separated place now, right? But of course she wouldn’t. Because she respects them.
oh right i’m a coward when you’re the one attacking me anonymously
it’s particularly god damn telling that you’re referring to positions in mlm sex as sub/dom which makes it pretty fucking clear to me you’re not mlm. besides you literally equated being a “sub” to being a woman so good job
you know what i take offense to? people like you who don’t read anything i say and just come into my inbox spouting bullshit like this
no one in a mlm relationship is a “woman” because surprise: both guys in a mlm relationship are fucking men which yes, i know because i’m a fucking guy who dates men
i do take offense to people twisting reality to act like magnus is a million things he isn’t and applying toxic tropes to him. it’s fucked up and happens all the time
fucking surprisingly yes, being a queer man means i know more about mlm relationships considering i have actually fucking been in mlm relationships. i write malec as switches because i switch like most fucking men who date men
if you perceive it another way that’s on you because you’re too used to fetishized versions of mlm relationships
this is just so fucking transparent it’s not funny so please leave me alone
(calls rey at 2 am) so like he gave me his jacket
(already knows what this is about) that's a fucking go ahead
but like....what if it's just friendly "hey welcome to the team" shit
it is, the team is same gender attraction and the welcome present is "hop on my dick before we all die" dumbass like (takes a hit off her blunt) no offense but if i were you we'd be decorating an apartment right now
#salty offensive post
I love voltron so much but I can’t watch it without thinking of fandom discourse and obvs since pidge’s voice actress said she was cool with ppl feeling represented in pidge and making up their own trans pidge headcanons (which cool tbh but it doesn’t make pidge not a girl in the canon of the show, like in the show itself it’s not even up to interpretation, she. says. she. is. a. girl) so now the idiots are gonna feel legitimised and I’m going to have to see ppl “they"eming pidge everywhere and ugh
(im posting this in part because i know there might be some people following me or that i follow who might be uncomfortable with following an 18 y.o./being followed by them so! if you wanna unfollow for your comfort i take no offense, and if you’d like me to unfollow you, that’s just fine too!! :) )
also i expect absolutely nothing and i want to be clear of that but…. heres my amazon wishlist dsfkjhfd
How many times have you tried “not eating”? Probably a hundred. And guess what? You always fall apart and fucking binge. No wonder you’re still so fat! Oh yeah, go all day without eating, you get home, and then you pig out?! God you’re such a pathetic little bitch. If you wanna lose the pounds, then stop eating so fucking much. You always go overboard. What the fuck is wrong with you? If you keep this shit up, you’re just gonna prove that you’re parents were right, that you’ll always be a fatso. Do you wanna be fat forever? Well?! Then stop eating like a damn pig!
Please don’t take this offensively. I wrote it for myself. Please don’t hate.
a/n: it’s been a minute. I’m sorry, so here’s a new one.
You didn’t think he
would take you seriously. One harmless joke about his accent a few hours ago
and since then Niall had refused to acknowledge you. You had no idea he would
take offense to your comment; it’s not like there was malicious intent behind
your words. Besides, it all began with him poking fun at your handwriting from
a post it note you’d left him earlier.
Some people just can’t
take what they dish out…
Either way you were
tired of him ignoring you. The weather was gloomy; rain had been falling daily
for the past week and the temperature was perfect for cuddling under the covers
and movie marathons. However, your cuddle buddy was nestled in his favourite
arm chair playing video games and doing his best to pretend like you weren’t
“Ni,” you called from
your spot on the couch.
Your feet were curled
under you to keep your toes warm, but all you really wanted were hugs from your
His focus remained on
his character moving about the screen. You rolled your eyes in exasperation.
You didn’t how long he was planning to keep this up, but your patience was
you drew out his name in the way you knew got on his nerves.
When he didn’t budge
you tried again and yielded the same results. You were running out of tactics.
You’d apologized repeatedly, but he wasn’t having any of it. You’d pulled all
sorts of cute faces and ‘irresistible pouts’, none of which seemed to be
Niall was determined
to ignore you.
Just when you thought
you’d exhausted all options an idea popped into your head. It was worth a shot.
You unfolded yourself from your spot on the couch and shuffled over to stand in
front of him.
“Oi!” he exclaimed,
veering his body to the side to see around you.
Instead of moving away
you went towards him, slowly anchoring your knees on either side of his legs.
Your arms crept around his neck and you lowered your body onto his lap.
He reacted by craning
his head to the side. He refused to be distracted from his game, but you noticed
his jaw clench at the contact, which spurred you on. Cheers for small triumphs!
You brought your lips
to his ear, “Still ignoring me?”
He didn’t respond, but
you were not put off. You had a couple tricks up your sleeve.
“That’s too bad,” you
licked the shell of his ear and had to hold back a laugh when you felt his body
jerk under you.
You leaned back and
held his eyes for a brief moment before he pulled his gaze away from yours and
returned it to the tv.
You brought your hands
to the bottom of your sweater, which was actually his, and pulled it over your
head. You revelled in his sharp intake of breath. His eyes roamed the tops of
your breasts, snugly cupped by the lace of your bra.
His gaze lingered much
longer this time around before they were trained on his game once more.
Still you were not
deterred. You leaned forward for the second time and kissed his cheek, then the
other, repeating the action till your kisses were dangerously close to the
corners of his mouth.
For a moment you
thought that maybe your attempt at seduction was in vain, but your doubts were
silenced when he inched his face closer to yours expecting a kiss. You denied
him. Instead, your hands slid over his chest teasingly, unbuttoning his buttons
one by one. With his shirt now open, you leaned into him, making sure to press
your chest to his while you attached your lips to his neck. You took your time,
trailing your lips across his skin. Nipping with your teeth and then soothing
the spots with your tongue.
You felt his throat
hum beneath your lips as he released a guttural moan from your ministrations.
He quickly tried to disguise it as him clearing his throat, but you knew
Wanting to up the
ante, you ground your hips into his, and rubbed against the tell-tale sign of
His game was forgotten
then, you heard the controller as it clattered to the floor and felt his hands
firmly command your hips.
You waited a moment,
enjoying his lips on your skin and his hands on your hips before you jumped off
of him and backed away.
The look on his face
“Why’d you stop? Where
ya goin’?” he demanded, finally speaking to you for the first time in
“Oh, now you want to talk to me?” you didn’t bother
to hide your amusement.
“Ok fine, I’m sorry
princess. I didn’t mean to ignore you all day. Just come back,” he pleaded.
“I didn’t like being
ignored,” you said playing with the strap of your bra.
“I shouldn’t o’ done
it. Come back so I can make it up to you,” his eyes darted from your face to
your fingers and back.
“Hmm, I don’t know… I
think I’ll just go to bed, lock
the door and curl up under the covers…naked,” you nudged the strap over your
shoulder to affirm your point.
“You wouldn’t…” he
called your bluff.
“Let you feel what it’s
like to be ignored,” you began backing away.
Your eyes widened and
you screamed when you saw him bolt out of the armchair towards you. You spun around and tried to get away during
peals of laughter, but barely made it two feet before his arms secured your
waist, keeping you hostage.
“You’re not going
anywhere without me,” he murmured in your ear, kissing first your bare shoulder
then your cheek.
“And I’m sorry for
ignoring you all day, love. If it makes ya feel any better it was one of the
most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.”
“It doesn’t, but I’m
sure you can make it up to me,” you teased.
His lips found your
shoulder again, “Oh I plan to,” he murmured against your skin.