look at that precious little snowflake

I was told that the cutest scene in my ImagineTonyandBucky story Magic Works In Myserious Ways was the one involving the teeny tiny Winter Soldier wearing Tony’s AC/DC t-shirt, and that it needed to be drawn. So I did.

I think I might just die from the cute. Look at that precious little snowflake.

I just watched Wonder Woman

…and i am shOOK AS HELL LIKE DAMN THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT

• Gal Gadot is a literal godess what even like i wanna cry because of her beauty

• she’s born to play wonder woman ok?

• her fighting and that bracelet YAS QUEEN SLAY

• the amazonians kicking ass with spears, swords and arrows against men with guns

•diana lifting up tanks like nbd

• STEVE TREVOR FACE GRABBING AND ARGUING DESPERATELY WITH DIANA :((((((

• storyline is incredible like that TWIST THO

• and the fact that this was directed by a woman?! HELL YEAH GIRL POWER

• steve trevor and his blue eyes ughhhhhHHHH

• that little dance scene with the snowflakes is perfection

• Diana in london being clueless and adorable at the same time

• “a baby!” MY PRECIOUS ❤️

• the theme song is fire and empowering like leTS GO MAN FIGHT ME

• Etta Candy is so lovely ohmagash i wished they used her more in the story

• basically everytime Diana smiles i cannot handle that amount of cuteness

• and everytime she cries i die a little

• THAT FLAWLESS HAIR?!?!?!?!?! even during war she looks beautiful af

• spoiler alert: remus lupin

• may the blessing be upon us

• this movie is 11/10. 100%. A+++ 🔥

Originally posted by diana-prince

Be an unreasonable c***? Fear for your son's life.

I’ve been working in the skydiving industry for a number of years (because my husband is a tandem instructor) and recently our current drop zone has been short-handed, so I started learning to do manifest.

Side note: doing manifest is basically figuring out which tandem instructor goes with which student, which is more complicated than it sounds when you’re at a large DZ and the many instructors have large egos. End side note.  

Today was my second day in the manifest office, and I made basically the biggest mistake I could make: I missed two people and they weren’t on the load sheet. I realized this only a few minutes after the sheet went out, when the mom of one of the jumpers came striding up to my window and demanded answers.  

My manager and I did some quick recon and figured out what had happened, and I added the two missing jumpers to the last load… which, based on the order they checked in, would have been the load they were on anyway. And I apologized for my mistake and explained that I’m new. Nope, unacceptable. This “let me speak to your manager” haircut bitch proceeded to ask for a discount for her inconvenience, tell us she was going to leave a scathing review mentioning me personally, ask for my name, the manager’s name, the owner’s name, the email address where the owner could be reached, and just generally made her displeasure known in a really shitty, aggressive way. She was basically screaming at me by the time she gave up and I got to slam the window shut and have a little rage-cry.  

Then it was time to figure out which instructor was going to jump with her special snowflake son. It just so happened that my husband was up! I waited until just after hubs had finished his ground interview video with the snowflake (because I knew bitch-mom would be watching like a hawk) before I waltzed out and gave him a lingering kiss. I also whispered some unimportant work info in his ear while looking at her.

Watching her realize that her precious baby boy’s life was in the hands of a man who was, at the very least, sleeping with the girl she just screamed at… let’s just say it was satisfying.

Fuck you, Miss!

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Prompt: 7) Someone is throwing a Christmas party and “accidentally” pushes Marinette and Adrien under the mistletoe

A/N: Aight girl, a little late cuz I was on vacation and it turned out longer than expected, but Merry Christmas! 


Everything was going according to Alya’s plan.

The blogger had gathered her classmates together for a Christmas party after the last day of school, and much to her delight, everyone came to celebrate together- even Chloe. The night was filled with joyous laughter, the Christmas mood truly coming to life since no one had to stress about school work anymore.

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White Christmas..

We had our first hint of snow in here yesterday, and it brought with it the rush of excitement for the holidays ahead.

I’ve always been a big fan of the snow, ever since I was little, the first sight of snowflakes and I’d get mum to phone Harry’s mum for us to go out and play. Our little one has already experienced snow. but she was too little to go out and play in it back then, being just six months old, so stayed in her stroller just looking at snowflakes dancing around her, she didn’t seem to like it very much and kept sneezing as the cold flakes landed on her nose, it was such a precious sight.  Now, that she’s older, we let her lose.

As soon as I opened the front door and she saw the white flakes her little eyes were mesmerized and it didn’t take very long until she was bouncing out the door to explore.

We spent ages outside playing, I tried to build her a little snowman, thinking it would be so cute for her to play with but alas, she was far more interested in running around in the snow and knocked over our little snowman without casting a second glance on it.

After we went back in, it kept snowing, and in the end there must have been about 4 inches of fresh snow, ready for play the next morning.

How are your little ones enjoying this holiday season?

[This fic was requested by the wonderful @lilsizzler I hope you all enjoy!]

           Strumming my fingernails against the cool granite I ignored whatever it was the Botticioni was saying in case his stupidity rubbed off. I told my father this, Botticioni is incompetent, and he’s a loose end with no sense of loyalty even if we gave him good business.  We had to set an example, we had to kill the bastard and take his territory, it would be simple. 
           “I think he’s right, daddy,”
           Ugh. I turned my head, glaring at Thalia who was standing at our father’s side.
           Perfect little Thalia, even when she was wrong my father would lay down his life to make everyone agree with her. She was just as stupid, she was too naive for this business but she had the two-faced part down to a T. She had her talons so deep into our father it was like I didn’t even exist, but I was used to it. Perhaps a little bitter, perhaps violently angry, but I was used to being ignored. I’ve killed people, I see no value in them, I’ve made my father money, I’m one of the best fighters in this damn city but that didn’t matter. Thalia was a precious little snowflake who needed to be protected, and I was just a mouthy inconvenience that he wished our mother had swallowed. 
           “He very obviously isn’t,” I sighed, pulling my butterfly knife from my garter to play with. 
            “Excuse you?” Botticioni demanded.
            “Y/N,” my father said in a warning tone.
           I threw my hands up in the air, laughing lightly, “Look, let me break it down for you. This dumbass is proposing that the Botticioni’s, the (Your Last Name)’s, the Fraser’s, the Ghad’s, and the fuckin’ crew of rejects down by the river all get together to take down Mister J? Let’s think about this like we actually got somethin’ up here,” I tapped the side of my head, “even though, in this room alone only about 20 percent of the people in here got somethin’ that works.” 
           “Y/N, stop it-”
           “Fuck off, Thalia. Okay, so let’s think this through. Let’s say we successfully shoot up his clubs, kill his right hand man, burn down his flat, and start assassinating his clientele, seems easy right? After all, it is what we do,” there were a few chuckles around the room. 
           “So we do all this, then what? Remember the last time someone tried to get a leg up over The Joker? Oh right, let us recall the mass murder of four of the most notorious crime families in Gotham. Remember when that happened again? Oh right, it didn’t because everyone knows better than to mess with him.” I leaned back in my seat, feeling rather satisfied with myself.
           “Your daughter makes a valid point, but does she usually doubt the intelligence and power of her own father and her own peo-” I slammed my hands down on the table, and my father yelled for me to sit down but I refused. 
           “Why is it all of a sudden you’re a man with a plan? Half the time you just stand there with your dick in your hands and now you’re taking charge. I call bullshit.” There were a few grunts as suspicion began to set in among everyone.
           “Hey, at least I have an idea-”
           “But it isn’t your idea, is it?” 
           “Y/N, this isn’t an interrogation, we are all here to talk business. If you have a problem with that you can leave,” My father said, his tone cold, but I wasn’t done yet. 
           “But I am talkin’ business. So tell me Big B, how much is he paying you to sell us out? That is how this would work right? You convince us that turning on Mister J is smart, we follow suit only to be lead into slaughter while you bask in riches. Or perhaps Mister J isn’t part of it, and this is your own plan. We go off to fight Mister J, you bail and plead innocence, and when the rest of us are dead you and the others have our territories to yourself. Correct me, if I have missed anything,” I knew I wasn’t wrong, I could see it in his eyes, he was perspiring near the collar of his shirt and I could practically hear the gears in his brain screeching. 
            “I say, he dies.” I said simply, the Ghad’s agreed with me. 
            “You don’t get to make that choice Y/N, you’re becoming very brazen-”
           There was a squelch as my butterfly knife embedded itself into Botticioni’s throat. Everyone watched for a few seconds in shock as he choked on his own blood and it took everything in me to suppress my laughter… and then the guns came out.

***

           Hitting the ground hard I stayed there for a minute, turning my head slowly to glare at my father as pain seared my jaw and I could taste copper on my tongue. He really had to stop treating me like I was sixteen; I thought we had gotten past this shit. He knows if I tried he wouldn’t be able to take me, but he had power over me, I was caged.
           “You’re too impulsive! Too foolish for your own good!” he yelled.
           “Are you mad because I had the balls to do what you wouldn’t or because I was right? It is all a little fuzzy to me,” he slapped me and I lay back on the floor, laughing lightly. 
           “You’re a disgrace. If it wasn’t for your mother, God rest her soul, you’d be dead. Do you hear me? Why can’t you be more like your sister?” 
           He left me then and I got up, wiping the blood from my lip when I noticed that Thalia had been watching the entire thing. 
           “Don’t you have some asses to kiss or something?” 
           “It can always wait when I have entertainment like this, you think you are so smart-”
           “I don’t think,” I moved, my face a mirror inches from hers, “I know. I also know that one day I am going cut out that little tongue of yours and shove it so far up his ass that-” she hit me, it was a pretty good one too and I laughed. 
           “Awww, I kind of feel closer to you now,” I punched her, hard, and I heard the crack of bone.
           “Daddy will buy you a new one, don’t worry,” I said mockingly, storming out the double doors.
           I needed a fucking drink. 

***Mister J’s P.O.V*** 

           What drew my attention to her wasn’t her toned little body, nor was it the little lace number she was dressed in, or the gun in the holster around her thigh, it was her anger. She walked into Alibi like she owned the place, looking like she was ready to burn it down. A shiner shaded her cheekbone and blood was smeared on her arm presumably from where she had wiped her split lip.
           She wore her anger well, ordering herself a drink and it took me a while to recognise her. That was (Your full name), that was Michelangelo’s eldest daughter, not the boring one. She made a fire burn in my loins just lookin’ at her, and I watched her intently. She was a regular here, at first I had considered killing her when I had first saw her about a year ago because I thought she was scouting the place for her father, but she was smarter than that. 
           As if feeling me watching her, her cool (your eye colour) eyes found mine. There were traces of fear there, surprise, perhaps a little curiosity, lust, and my favourite… madness. I gestured for her to come with an index finger and she obeyed (not that she had a choice) strutting over all slow and seductive before sitting down across from me in the booth. 
           “Did you do it?” She asked, taking a sip of her [insert favourite alcoholic beverage here].
           I laughed lightly, knowing to what she was referring and I liked how quick she was, “Do what?” I gasped, pressing a hand dramatically to my chest.
           The corner of her mouth curved upward and she pressed a finger to her lip when the wound opened again. “You know, I know you know,” 
           I laughed again, “Oh, you’re good. You’re really, really good. You know I heard you, we had ole’ what’s-his-name wired like a bomb and I heard you. I also heard him choke to death, it was really quite something.” 
           She got to her feet, finishing the rest of her glass before she set it down in front of me, her face a mere inches from mine. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, have a good night, Mister J.”

***Y/N P.O.V***

           His hand curled around my upper arm and the barrel of my gun was pressed to his stomach in an instant. The music turned off abruptly and about three dozen guns were pointed at me but my eyes were on him.
           “Clear out the place, now,” he said in an amused voice.
           I was left standing there in mild confusion as he watched me; the club was vacant with the exception of us in less than ten minutes. I tucked my gun back into its holster and arched a brow. 
           “You’re not happy about killing him, are you?”
           “I should have waited, I should have let my family die as he carried out his plan but I saved them the moment I killed him. I should have waited. He dotes on her but she doesn’t even do anything, not that I care,” I said bitterly, moving to the bar to grab a bottle of their strongest stuff. 
           “Did dear old dad do that to you?” 
           I looked down at the black marble counter top, pausing for a second.
           “He’ll pay for it, I’m biding my t-” he swept my hair over my one shoulder, “time,” I finished, composing myself. 
           “They don’t appreciate you, but I can. Do you want that?”
           His hand curled around my throat and I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, “Say it,”
           Oh, what the hell. Turning to face him I ripped open the last few buttons of his silk dress shirt, “Yes.”

***Mister J’s P.O.V 1 Month Later*** 

           I had let her go that morning at the club, I was curious to see what she would do, but now I was regretting that decision. Sleeping with her was a way to scratch an itch; I was attracted to her so a good fucking seemed like the best way to quench the hunger her body created. Now the itch was worse, it was a throbbing ache and I wanted her on her back with her hands tied, and her legs spread wide for me but she wasn’t here. 
           “FROST!” I yelled.
           “Yes, boss?” He entered promptly. 
           “Fetch me, Y/N.”
           “Yes, boss. If she doesn’t come willingly?” 
           I smirked. Oh, she will.

***Y/N P.O.V*** 

           I arched a brow as he hummed a wedding march, his eyes turning my blood into liquid fire, but I didn’t look away. 
           “That’s a weird song to have stuck in your head,” I whispered, gasping as his fingers dug into my lower back and he pulled me against him. 
           “We’re going to go to a wedding together,”
           My brows knit together in confusion before they shot up as I realised what wedding he was referring to. Thalia’s wedding was later on this evening, I had planned to avoid the whole affair entirely but there was a plan in his eyes that made me reconsider. 
           “Oh?”
           “But first,” his fingertips brushed between my legs and I gasped, “oh, no undies, naughty girl,” he growled.
           I grinned. 

***

           “I OBJECT!” Mister J yelled dramatically and I giggled, clutching his arm.
            “Y/N?” Thalia said incredulously, “What the hell are you doing?” 
           “I came to support my little sis, silly,” I laughed again, still feeling mildly juiced from the chemical bath. 
           “You look… different. Why are you here with him?”            Our father, having had enough, rose from his seat in the pew and pulled out his glock before aiming it at me.             “You are unwelcome here, unless you start acting like a [your last name] you can get the hell out.”            Pouting, I turned to Mister J, “I guess we can’t give her our wedding gift, huh?”             “Wedding gift?” Thalia perked up, her greed kicking in.             “Just let them go, honey-bear,” my father urged her.            “It was a really classy gift too, an apology for being so shitty over the years,” I sighed, and Mister J patted my hand dramatically.             “I’ll accept it, I mean; it would be rude to refuse a gift from The Joker.”             I grinned, skipping by my father until I was at my sister’s side and I pulled the little black box out from behind my back and she took it eagerly. Leaving her I gave my dad a good pat on the shoulder as I skipped back to Mister J. Turning to face my sister I grinned as I said, “This wedding is a blast huh-” KABOOM.             My father screamed as his little girl splattered all over him, her fiancé had seemed to have lost his head and his body had fallen on top of a screaming bridesmaid. Mister J laughed and I giggled, showering his face in kisses for concocting such a plan.             “Let’s go home, doll. We got a City to rule,” he purred.             “Y/N!!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!! I’LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES YOU FILTHY FUCKING-”             I held up my hand, exposing the sharp black needle that was attached to my ring. His eyes found it and I laughed, leaning my head on my Puddin’s shoulder. My father’s men couldn’t do a thing because Mister J’s men had entered the Church with their weapons ready. I watched as my father’s eyes widened and he touched his shoulder, his face going red.             “See you in hell,”            Mister J lead me out, the sound of my father’s gurgled chokes filling my ears like the sweetest song as he collapsed and died behind us.             “Happy, doll?”            “Ecstatic.”  
Stealing Bianchi’s Lover

So in reply to madd-xea‘s post here, I started out writing just a little two paragraph drabble. Fortunately for you all it evolved into something a little longer. 

Regards to Bianchi, I can totally see Akiyoshi be all ‘do we HAVE to tell him?’ And somehow gets MC to agree, so they just never let him in on it. Then they have to keep dodging questions over the years as suspicions rise.



“Aki, why do you wear that horrid ring round your finger meant for me?” Bianchi narrows his eyes noticing the offending piece of jewelry on the important ring finger. MC’s eyes widened and she almost spit out the sip she just took. Akiyoshi chokes on his own drink, Bianchi runs over on pats him on the back.


“Thanks Bianchi, I think I’m good now.” He says upon recovery. Inching away from Bianchi, who is still caressing his back.


“Hmph, fine but give me that paltry thing. You shouldn’t be teasing others like that Aki. Rude, very rude.” Bianchi grumbles trying grab hold of Akiyoshi’s hand.


“Uh, it’s a family heirloom.” Akiyoshi thinking up an excuse on the spot, cringing at how horrible it sounds out loud.


“Alright, keep the trash.” Bianchi looks suspicious around the rest of the Seasonelle team. “But no more wearing around here! I not allow such ugly things to dampen my place.”


“Aki! Where have you been? Why you no come around for ages?” Bianchi complains seeing Akiyoshi and MC sitting at his bar for the first time in weeks. As he approaches he narrows his eyes suspicious, and crosses his arms confronting the couple.
“How are you so tan? Impossible in Tokyo!” Akiyoshi shuffles uncomfortable in his seat.

“Aki! Why you no talk to me? You hurt me, wound me!”


“Oh um, we were on a business trip. Near the coast.” Akiyoshi insists and tries to change the subject and order a drink. God would he need a barrel if Bianchi ever found out what him and the MC were up to on their two week long ‘business trip’.


“You!” Bianchi declares turning around to face MC. Akiyoshi sighs in relief having the attention off him for a moment. He mouths 'I’m sorry’ to MC, feeling guilty that now she has to face Bianchi.
“You are tanned also. Did you go on this business trip?” MC’s face blushes as she tries sinking lower in her seat.


“Ummm…” She replies hesitant. Bianchi frowns looking between the pair. 

“Suspicious. No more trips romping around with my Aki, you hear?”


Bianchi smiles seeing the Seasonelle team enter the door. His eyes sparkle seeing Akiyoshi trail in last. 'Ugh, behind that girl! Aren’t they standing a little too close?’ As Bianchi approaches their table, he notices an offending hand. 'Aki’s is on that thing’s thigh!’


“So what are we drinking tonight?” Bianchi asks the group, but focuses his glare on MC. The rest of the team places their order, leaving Akiyoshi and MC for last.


“Beer please.” Akiyoshi orders, his grin never leaving.


“And you?” He turns to the MC, frowning.


“Just water please.” She orders looking down.


“Why you come to my bar and no order alcohol?” Bianchi narrows his eyes, glancing around the group.


“Oh! That’s because MC’s-” Shusei’s happy exclamation is cut off as peanuts are thrown across the table by Akiyoshi, pelting poor Shusei’s face.


“Aki! Why you make a mess? So rude!” Bianchi turns and goes back to the bar to get the drinks, forgetting the topic of conversation.


“He doesn’t know!” Akiyoshi hushes explaining to the team.


“About?” Minato asks.


“Anything! So keep your mouths shut or you’ll be writing articles for eternity.” Akiyoshi growls, glaring at the Seasonelle team.


Bianchi sighs, thumping his fingers against the bar. The cold snowy weather lately has everyone staying inside. It looks like tonight is once again going to be another lonely, bored, evening spent alone.The door opens and Bianchi’s spirits brighten upon seeing the Seasonelle team walking inside. He smiles wide as Akiyoshi enters, but frowns when his Aki stops and holds the door opened for another.

'Ugh. It’s her.’ Bianchi rolls his eyes and approaches the table as everyone is still settling down and undressing the many layers of coats, scarves, gloves and the like. His beloved Aki is assisting her with her coat first, before bothering to remove his own. The task is difficult as she seems to be bundled up ridiculously so. Hmph. Aki doesn’t need a precious little snowflake who will freeze upon the slightest bit of winter air.

“Bianchi is so please you have come visit even on this dreadful night! Now Bianchi won’t be alone!” Bianchi cheerfully announces. Akiyoshi pauses midway through helping MC with her layers. He is frozen as if suddenly remembering something, and looks anxiously at MC before glancing down. Bianchi notices a small nod between the two of them, as she finally removes her coat. A feeling of glee swells within him. 'She has gotten fat!’ Bianchi smirks feeling victorious. 'My beloved Aki has no need of someone with such little self control.’

Bianchi took the group’s drink order, along with bone warming soups and hearty pastas to warm the chills away. Bianchi is at the bar just gathering the last drink when it happens.

“Aki! She’s kicking!” MC exclaims with excitement. Akiyoshi nearly trips over his chair trying to reach MC. He places his large hand on her swelled stomach, with a wide grin overtaking his face. A loud sound of breaking glass disrupts the happy moment. They turn around to find Bianchi standing there, a puddle of liquids and shards of glass at his feet.

My thoughts while watching Teen Wolf 5x09

And no, I am not ok.

  1. Alright here we go
  2. I want some Desert Wolf info up in here
  3. My god this school is dark af
  4. They must be saving loads on the electric bill this season
  5. I mean, compare it to the season 1 color scheme and holy shit it’s depressing
  6. The pack is broken up?!? What the hell??
  7. I just want to give them all giant hugs
  8. Oh yeah that’s right, Stiles figured it out about Parrish
  9. But they didn’t tell Parrish?! Or the Sheriff?! GUYS….
  10. Oh goodie, they’ve got to go find that godforsaken stump again
  11. But I am ALL about some Stydia bonding time
  12. YEAH Hayden’s doing ok!
  13. Get it you little wolf pups you! 
  14. CAUSE NOBODY ELSE IS HAPPY ANYMORE
  15. THE VET CLINIC IS CLOSED?!
  16. THE WORLD IS FALLING APART AND I AM NOT OK
  17. Wait, he’s gonna confide in Theo the Douche Pup?!
  18. “I’m counting on it”……..
  19. HOW THE HELL IS THAT NOT SETTING OFF RED FLAGS SCOTT?!?!?!
  20. HOW DOES NOBODY ELSE SEEM TO SEE HOW SKETCHY THIS KID IS?!?!
  21. Great, more syringes and grotesque bodies fermenting in green goo
  22. I have to rewatch the doctor scenes like 10 times to even piece together HALF of what they’re saying
  23. Wait the fermenting bodies are how they’re not withering into nothing?
  24. WHAT IT HELL IS IN THOSE BODIES
  25. AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THE DOCTORS
  26. THIS SHOW MAN
  27. Seeing that one doctor in street(ish) clothes may be more terrifying than the regular getup
  28. Little wolf pup love is so precious and innocent and the first time the color scheme hasn’t been ridiculously dark and foreboding
  29. NOT THE MERCURY BLOODY NOSE
  30. WHY CAN’T WE HAVE ANYTHING GOOD?!
  31. You can make up for it Teen Wolf with some Stydia time!
  32. Awwwwwww he’s gonna confide in her!
  33. Oh dammit, never mind
  34. So close Stiles SO CLOSE
  35. Annnd we’re back to dark and depressing
  36. A super moon? Is that a real thing or……
  37. Cause if it is I’m markin’ it down on the calendar, sitting on my porch with some wine, and reveling in the fact that I’m NOT as horribly screwed as these kids
  38. Yes Theo, by all means, bring up Donovan you ASS
  39. HOLY SHIT
  40. Ok I get that was a hallucination but DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT DEAD STILES
  41. There’s a line…..AND THAT’S CROSSING IT
  42. Yay Precious Little Snowflake! Cheer me up with your cuteness!
  43. Sheriff’s just like “Oh don’t mind me with my super flashlight”
  44. “Just doin sheriff things”
  45. “Nothin to see here”
  46. UGH seriously…what now Theo
  47. “I need to talk to you about something…..I’m actually satan”
  48. HE’S GOING TO TELL HIM ABOUT STILES YOU SACK OF SHIT
  49. OH NO! Precious Little Snowflake looks so scared!
  50. CAN NO ONE HAVE ANYTHING NICE TEEN WOLF?!?
  51. Liam…honey…how on earth is running AWAY from your built in backup going to solve ANYTHING
  52. THEO YOU TOOL BOX
  53. OH MY GOD I AM ACTUALLY SHAKING I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW
  54. This show is so bad for my health
  55. HE IS SUCH A MANIPULATIVE LITTLE OH MY GOD
  56. YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT
  57. #LyingMotherRaeken OH MY GOD SOCIAL MEDIA REP PLEASE MARRY ME AND BE MY SASS ANGEL
  58. Serious question: is it possible to be in love with someone you’ve never met, whose name and GENDER you don’t know, all from a handful of hashtags cause…..I’M FALLIN HARD
  59. Wait so super moon IS a real thing?
  60. That is so awesome and WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST BITE OFF HER OWN FINGER/NAIL?!?!
  61. Damn Malia that was a ballsy. What if she didn’t know?
  62. You just blue-eyed her and hoped she’d be all, “yes wolf pup I DO know all about the supernatural gumbo pot this town’s turned into”
  63. Now who is Beth?
  64. OH DAMN newest new girl DAMN
  65. I shall name her “Baby Bitch Slap”
  66. Well…..that was short lived
  67. RIP Baby Bitch Slap: you packed a hell of a punch
  68. SNOWFLAKE’S FRIEND CAN TURN INVISIBLE?!?!
  69. WHAT THE HELL IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE???
  70. CAN I BE THAT
  71. I’ve already forgotten his name
  72. He was simply “Snowflake’s Friend” but now that he’s got some bitchin’ powers I declare him….”Polar Bear in a Snowstorm”
  73. Awwwww Malia looks so traumatized
  74. I wanna give her a hug
  75. I WANT TO GIVE THEM ALL A HUG
  76. Except Theo….fuck you Theo
  77. GAAAHHHHH INVISIBILITY IS SO COOL
  78. Like FOR ONCE a power that’s useful when you’re hiding
  79. BUT OF-FUCKING-COURSE DOCTOR DOUCHE CAN SEE HIM ANYWAY
  80. GOD DAMN IT
  81. RIP Polar Bear in a Snowstorm: your powers were fucking awesome
  82. Awwwww worried Stiles
  83. ANSWER YOUR PHONE LYDIA
  84. GOD Lydia is so bad ass
  85. #FightLikeABanshee spout truths my soulmate media rep (CALL ME)
  86. When the eye’s start a glowin’, it’s time to start a runnin’
  87. REALLY?
  88. REALLY?!?
  89. IT WAS RIGHT THERE?
  90. 10 FEET AWAY?
  91. AND COVERED IN DEAD BODIES?!
  92. AND NO ONE HAS STUMBLED ACROSS IT OR I DON’T KNOW…SMELLED IT?!?
  93. “I need a word with you…….I know you’re Satan. Stop trying to ruin my kid’s life”
  94. Wait…what
  95. What is Theo doing now?!
  96. I DON’T UNDERSTAND HIS TWISTED LITTLE MIND DOES HE KNOW WHAT THE TRUTH IS?!
  97. YOU. MANIPULATIVE. LITTLE. SHIT.
  98. I LOATHE YOU
  99. STOP FAKE CRYING YOU HEATHEN
  100. Don’t hug him……
  101. Don’t….DON’T YOU HUG HIM NOOOOOOOOOO
  102. Cue creepy music and DEVIL EYES
  103. 12 34 56…..glorious just glorious
  104. Yeah Phil, you’re a dumbass…..who’s Phil
  105. OH SHIT
  106. This is like some Pretty Little Liars level shit
  107. Except 1000x scarier cause ya know…nightmares
  108. Dude party foul! That is a WASTE of perfectly good alcohol
  109. SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS EVERYBODY
  110. Oh thank god Parrish knows now
  111. Except…it’s NOT SAFE…the bodies are just laying willy nilly on a stump in the woods
  112. HUNDREDS?
  113. HUNDREDS?!?!?
  114. YAY SCOTT’S HERE! SAVE THE DAY MY CANINE HERO!
  115. Well shit.
  116. They’re both like that little sibling you hold at arms length until they tire themselves out
  117. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
  118. NOOOOO HAYDEN NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
  119. I literally just SCREECHED in my room
  120. It is currently 2:30am here…..
  121. I don’t live alone….
  122. Wait….WAIT
  123. IS SHE OK?? CAN THERE BE SOME GOOD LEFT IN THE WORLD!?
  124. Can Theo also die? Like, could I have 2 gifts in one episode?
  125. Nope….damn.
  126. #LaydenLives speak your sweet sweet poetry to me oh media rep
  127. WOOOOOOOOO THERE CAN BE HAPPINESS ONCE AGAIN
  128. They’re gonna ruin it in like 5 seconds but for now…now I can be happy
  129. TO THE CLINIC!
  130. Parrish…sweet heart…it’s an honorable gesture but I’m pretty sure those bars ain’t gonna hold ya
  131. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT
  132. They’re gonna have “the talk”
  133. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
  134. SCOTT NOOOOOOO
  135. THEO IS SATAN SCOTT DON’T BELIEVE HIM
  136. THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING
  137. BELIEVE STILES SCOTT! DON’T DO THIS!!!
  138. OH MY GOD HE STEPPED BACK
  139. NO DON’T WALK AWAY SCOTT!!! OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOO
  140. I am legitimately WEEPING at my desk
  141. I am a legal adult
  142. I pay taxes
  143. And I am sitting in my room in a Batman onesie at 2:30am sobbing over a fictional breakup of two friends
  144. FUCK TELEVISION
  145. I need chocolate….and a good cuddle (oh media rep *wink wink*)
  • The Florence + The Machine fandom: Florence Welch is the sweetest person in the world.
  • Meanwhile Florence: Sings about beheading her lover with an axe, a sword or a guillotine and wanting to burn down kingdoms and keeps asking for human sacrifices at her gigs.
  • The Florence + The Machine fandom: Look at this precious little unicorn snowflake filled with glitter!! *squee*
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Just in case this precious little snowflake comes knocking on anyone else’s door to get free stuff for their thread

I hope they find tons of morons and get very, very rich. And I hope they have lots of nice stuff when they get banned :)

Inb4 You played because you wanted to! It’s a gift! - I had checked their thread and wanted to see if they were a scammer as it clearly looked like one. People truly never disappoint you in that area

Here are a few quotes said by the anti-Skye/Daisy people:

Skye/Daisy is portrayed as being incredibly selfish and self-serving”.

Until Skye/Daisy can learn not to be selfish and actually give to Simmons as much as Simmons gives to her, I don’t think they would work as a romantic item”.

She is portrayed as some perfect precious little snowflake”.

I want to see Skye/Daisy supporting Simmons the way we continuously get to see Simmons supporting Skye”. 

And this is Daisy almost killing herself to bring Jemma back:

Wow. i mean, look at that! so “incredibly selfish and self-serving”, right?

I mean, she don’t even hesitate even knowing that she could get herself killed, but i guess this still means that she don’t give a damn and acts like a “precious little snowflake”, right? RIGHT? 

if you need to put your hate on Skye/Daisy, at least try to find better arguments, because at this point you’re just embarrassing yourself.

Gif credit: [x]

Coriolanus

Hi guys !

Just wanted to share with you my second experience (first is here) at the Donmar Warehouse Theatre seeing Coriolanus :) (I deeply apologise in advance for my terrible English… Really sorry about that !)

So I went to see Coriolanus yesterday’s evening and as I said yesterday I got a seating ticket this time :

So I had a sit just next from one of the entrances of the actors, and had a much more better view !

What can I say ? Well the play was as great as the week before when I saw it, I think I even notice few changes they made. Tom was really breath taking, they all were, as I said the other time, you can tell they put all their soul in their roles. I’m really glad I had the chance to have a better view this time, because the other time I mostly was able see their ‘body language’, but this time I could also see the expressions and emotions on their faces and that’s priceless !

As I said Tom was amazing, there’s not much more I can add about him, like you know, the guy is born to be an actor. He’s just really good. During the interval two women came to see their friends who were seated just in front of me and they started saying 'he’s really good’ and stuff like that. What can I say ? I couldn’t agree more ! x) And I was so pleased to hear them talking about him that way, I just wished he could have heard them too.

After the play, I waited for him from the other side of the street (meaning I didn’t queue for an autograph or anything), just to see him, I didn’t even take a picture. And he showed up around 11.pm, chatted, took pictures, signed autographs and hugged people, being the precious snowflake he always is.

P.S : I forgot to tell you but I bought the poster. Idk why x)

bmbuniverse a dit : god I wish I were in London to see the play :( I’m really happy for you though ^_^ but why didn’t you ask for the autograph?

I didn’t ask for an autograph because I already got one last year (there is the meeting report) and I even got him to write me his favourite line from Coriolanus (you can see it here). At first I wanted to queue just to tell him how much he inspired me, to be more positive, to love life and to tell him that he’s really talented and stuff like that, but I thought I couldn’t probably tell him all these things looking him in eyes because I’m shy and often stammer when I talk to him so I thought I rather just watch him sign and take pictures with others, so they can have their 'little moment’ with him too.

4netthings a dit : Was he still sick with that cough? Thanks for the great review.

Thanks to you for reading it ! Well I don’t think he’s a cough anymore ;)

Feminists don’t challenge radical Islam because real misogynists are terrifying

Phyllis Chesler has a piece up at the New York Post demanding to know why feminists refuse to challenge radical Islam in any of its manifestations.

The Middle East and Western Africa are burning; Iran is raping female civilians and torturing political prisoners; the Pakistani Taliban are shooting young girls in the head for trying to get an education and disfiguring them with acid if their veils are askew — and yet, NOW passed no resolution opposing this.

What is going on?

Chesler diagnoses rampant feminist cowardice, and she is quite correct. Feminists are largely spoiled, privileged, middle-class girls unaccustomed to concepts like accountability or responsibility, and courage is a rare sight with this lot. But Chesler misses just what feminists are terrified of:

Feminists are, typically, leftists who view “Amerika” and white straight men as their most dangerous enemies, while remaining silent about Islamist barbarians.

Feminists strongly criticize Christianity but they’re strangely reluctant to oppose Islam — as if doing so would be “racist.” They fail to understand that a religion is a belief or an ideology, not a skin color.

The new pseudo-feminists are more concerned with racism than with sexism, and disproportionately focused on Western imperialism, colonialism and capitalism than on Islam’s long and ongoing history of imperialism, colonialism, anti-black racism, slavery, forced conversion and gender and religious apartheid.

And why? They are terrified of being seen as “politically incorrect” and then demonized and shunned for it.

Radical Islam is their delusion of “patriarchy” actually coming to life: radical Islam is misogyny personified, and real misogyny doesn’t care how you sit on the subway or what temperature the air conditioning is set to. 

What radical Islam does is remind feminists that if patriarchy were a real thing in our culture, if men hated women and wanted them chained in basements we would be chained in basements. In actual fact, Western men are the most indulgent, permissive, tolerant men you will find anywhere on the planet, and in the face of real misogyny, whining feminists end up looking like petulant toddlers tossing expensive toys out of their designer prams complaining they are oppressed.

They’ll never criticize radical Islam because that would require courage and the willingness to face down men who haven’t been steeped from birth in the “our women are precious, precious snowflakes who must be protected at all costs” brew of feminist of Western culture. Radical Islam doesn’t care that you’re a little brave feminist woman with your Macbook and Gender Studies degree who sticks up for Muslims. That doesn’t spare you as much as you’d like to believe.

Feminists are cowards. They are pampered, privileged women who have never worked a day in their life at anything truly challenging or difficult, have overcome no hardships more severe than a spilled latte, have triumphed over no adversity greater than running out of Play-doh in their safe space. Feminists can barely muster the intellectual stamina to fight with words, and generally resort to name calling and shrieking for a dictionary when challenged. They prefer to silence critics by using false claims of harassment. They would rather appeal to authority than take personal action or assume personal accountability.

Radical Islam frightens feminists because it makes it just so clear how very privileged, revered, fortunate and favored Western women really are. If and when push comes to shove, feminists are going to have to swallow every hateful word they have ever written about the men in their own societies and plead for their protection. 

Let’s hope that day never happens. But if it does, then at least they won’t look quite as insane when crying over being oppressed by the patriarchy. It’ll for once be a reality.