anonymous asked:

momma Red can you please give me some advice, I'm spiraling. I've found out that my boyfriend is cheating on me (repeatedly and i have proof) and I don't know wht to do because I feel really worthless and betrayed but also I still love him and I'd miss him so much if he left me and I just don't know

Kick him to the curb and buy yourself a nice 6 speeds vibrator.

You won’t notice the difference.

Well, yes you will. Sex will be better.


frostbittenroots  asked:

do you have the little people hanging out too? like dorms that are cleaned every night without fail, completely soundlessly and unseen. its a skill to perfect the exact right amount of mess to leave for them, they will sulk for days if there's nothing to do and god help you if you damage anything. the milk that you leave has to be a gift freely given, not payment, never payment. also you swear you saw a small green man with red eyes and vicious claws in mortal combat with the new girl's rumba...

Also Anthropology Students would be so bad here, like the study of cultures, i have done anth and these are people who literally go ah! i should go study Harlem drug dealers by living with them and following them around for three years!(literally a case study i read in first year) half the class would disappear within the month. and honestly probably half of that would come back simply because of their nutcase level bravery.

FIGHT THE ROOMBA also yes here’s the anthropology tag hahaha

favourite characters: andrew minyard, the only man i will ever love

“If Andrew really was a monster like people claimed, then he needed to know what made him one. After all, how many times have monsters been depicted as something unnatural? It may vary from a biblical approach of a horned man manifesting from shades of red, to something grotesque with claws and fangs. Those appear at the forefront of one’s mind when ‘monster’ is mentioned, but what about those dressed in human skin? From Homer’s depictions of sirens to historical portrayals of women as witches, all used as scare tactics or bed time stories. Though the physicality of a monster changes, the personality remains: the brutality and violent nature of its actions. The question this poses may be complex, but it is a collective one: what is the line between one’s actions being redeemable to the soul being permanently stained? Does the universe or a supposed God care for justification or does all blood run red? It might be a question for the righteous like Renee to consider, but if there was an absence of belief in something greater, was there an absence of hope as well?

Andrew didn’t much care for the biblical aspects of defining a monster; he was more interested in the truth of it all. Humans were the root of all evil. You can take out Frankenstein’s monster and still be left with Frankenstein, remove the deadly power to sing and still be left with a human. It remains as a universal truth, regardless of the rendition. Humans paint the unfamiliar as a monster, a beast, a witch, and sentence them to death. Yet, wasn’t it those same humans who claimed that monsters were the brutal ones? The irony still rung true.

Underneath it all, this was the stripped truth: humans are afraid of what they fail to understand.” - nights lost to condensation, chapter five ‘monsters’.

Red Water

@voltronwhumpweek2017 - Writer Nonnie’s fic for Day 3: near death/ blood loss

((Double whammy because I’m kinda on a roll. On the torture prompt and…. poor Hunk first of all but also poor random Galra commander made solely for the fic. He’s in for a world of hurt.))


Ryou’s leg was still healing, but he could walk without much trouble, and that was good enough for him. He was going to miss that chair, but Coran said it needed to be decontaminated from all of Ryous human germs.

“Oh great and mighty dragon!” Lance’s voice sang from the door as he dodged a screwdriver.

“Yes oh great sniper of the cosmos?” Ryou sang back, wondering what he’ll have to trade Coran for blueprints of the hover chair.

“The Blades need some mineral thingy that can only be found in the depths of an underground ocean on a moon we’re heading to and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?” Lance leaned ever so cooly against the wall. 

“Hm. Stay and continue working on my things or go and do favors for a group I would trade for a corn chip in a second? Pretty tough decision.”

“Did I say underground ocean? I meant underground ocean temple filled with puzzles and traps of unknown technological origins.” Lance smirked.

Ryou stopped tinkering with with his things.

“Go on.”

The Blades were given quite the surprise when the combined puzzle expertise of Lance and Ryou got through the puzzles faster than rebel Galra logic ever did. Taka was never going to hear the end of it when they got back.

They were in and out without problem.

“This has been quite a simple extraction.” One of the Blades mentioned.

The presence grabbed Ryou’s stomach.

“All we need to do now is return to the Castle.”

“Why would you say that out loud?” Ryou looked ready to kill the offending Blade, earning many looks of confusion from the others.

“Yeah! Everyone knows you do not mention how easy something is. That’s basically asking to be punched in the face!” Lance looked around for any possible threats that was very likely nearby.

“Nonsense.” A Blade crossed their arms and turned up their nose, taking a single step to turn away from Lance and Ryou.

That single step activated some sort of trap. A thunderous boom shook the temple. And then second boom. And a third. Until the room they were in was no more, and became part of a rubble filled tidal wave. No one was sure who grabbed who, or what, but they all knew they weren’t in control of where they were going. The water had no goal other than to move forward.The path might of split once or twice, it was hard to tell.

When things finally settled down, Ryou and Lance were both clinging to the same bit of floating rubble.

“I’ll never let go, I promise.” Lance sputtered, tighting his grip on Ryou’s wrist.

“There was enough room on that panel,” Ryou managed to groan. With some effort, he managed to get on top of the rubble. He looked over to Lance and noticed the water was red. “Lance!”

A wound to his side, a stab of sorts. Lance’s grip weakened slightly, but there was no way Ryou was letting that menacing presence claim victory. He had nothing to stop the bleeding besides his own two hands, which weren’t any better than letting it soak in the water. Ryou winced, finally able to notice all sorts of scrapes on him that stung with the water occasionally splashing onto it. He looked at his hand, specifically the undersuit.

“Ryou,” Lance groaned in pain.

“You’re going to be fine Lance,” Ryou ripped off nearly the whole forearm, up to the elbow, of the black cloth, “just stay awake, ‘kay?” Bundling up the cloth, he pressed it to the wound.

“Ryou,” Lance grimaced, putting his hands on tops of Ryou’s, “you’re shaking.”

Son of a-

“You’re gonna be fine,” Ryou repeated, “you’re gonna be fine.”

“Look,” Lance’s face was serious, “I get it-” Lance tensed and coughed harshly, spitting up blood in the process, still he managed to smile. “Everyone you care about is getting hurt.”

“Shut up.” Ryou pressed harder, eyes glaring. “Just shut up and focus on not dying.”

“If I die-”

“Shut it.”

“Tell my family I died fighting.”

“I said shut it!” Ryou’s eyes watered. “Tell them yourself!”

He just wanted to know why. He pressed harder, making Lance yelp in pain.

“You’re gonna live, we’re gonna end this dumb ass war, and we’re gonna go back to Earth and-and,” Ryou let the tears fall.

“Hey,” Lance reached up with one bloodied hand, gently holding Ryou’s cheek. “Dragons shouldn’t cry like that.”

But he did.

It was a miracle the Blades found the two when they did. Ryou practically threatened them for more cloth to bandage the wound. Lance continued mumbling. Something about odd numbered wheels and not being a good fit for Voltron.

He looked so fragile in the pod.

It was about midnight, if Ryou wanted to guess, when Taka spoke from his position in the Paladin Dogpile nearby.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

It? What quote-unquote it specifically? The fact that everyone is one second away from dying? The fact that Ryou knows he can’t do anything it and still tries to no avail? The fact he had gone from nursing a cold to watching two of his best friends almost die in his arms in less than a month?


“I-” the presence gently touched his face, it’s claws cold against his skin, “I don’t-”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to but,” Taka looked at Pidge and Keith, who both took up quite a bit of space on his lap and prevented him from moving, “you know I’m here if you need me. Just tell me what I have to do.”

Ryou looked at Lance, unable to clearly see the stats on the pod. He pressed his forehead to his knees, focusing on a short mantra he learned on his journey.

He didn’t see the look Taka had on his face.

When morning came, Ryou was greeted by… Lance.

“Hey,” Lance smiled, seemingly fresh out the pod. He still had a chilly aura, literally, and was wearing his Paladin armor. “You okay?”

Ryou’s eyes were wide. He sniffled and wiped the long dried tears from his eyes. “Yeah.”

The energy of the room was oddly high. The Blades stiffly apologized for their actions, with Ryou, equally as stiffly, explaining that it was mere coincidence and that simply mentioning how easy things were wasn’t the actual cause of everything going to absolute hell. Ryou was back to work soon enough, shutting himself from the universe once more.

“I think we can all see that Ryou’s gonna stress himself to death if this kind of stuff keeps happening, right?” Hunk knew he was tempting fate, but it needed to be addressed.

“We didn’t really have a choice, but this is what comes with being a Paladin.“Taka looked down at his mechanical hand, offhandedly thinking of when Ryou was going to finish that new prosthetic he promised. "All we can do is our best, and as long as we have each other, we can make it through anything.”

“If we work together, we win together?” Keith smiled a little.

“Exactly.” Shiro smiled back, reassured that the rest of the team could share that smile.

Lance put a hand on his side, right where the wound was. They had gotten used to life or death situations, it seemed. Ryou had roughly the same amount of near death incidents as the Paladins did altogether. Even more so, considering he didn’t have anyone to save him until they found him that arena, and he had every reason to not talk about those experiences.

Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t feel so alone.


The first Card of the Day is
Six of Pentacles:

Element: Earth
Astrological Associations: Moon in Taurus
Number: 6
Tree of Life Position: Tiphareth, the sphere of beauty and rebirth
Key Meanings: Property, family, inheritance

I’m going to be honest, when I saw that this was the first card I drew for this activity I sighed. Pentacles tends to be everyone’s least favorite because it most directly deals with the material world. In fact, before it was called “Pentacles”, these cards were known as “Gold Coins” and only referred to money. The name change to “Pentacles” opened it up to more possibilities, but the meaning of wealth still holds. So to make this more understandable for people new tarot I will thoroughly break down the card.

Description: this card reflects the appearance of Justice (XI) in a way, due to the man in the middle holding the scale. This man is clothed in red, a color of energy and practicality, with a purple mantle, the color of intuition and spirituality, and a blue striped tunic, indicating a virtue of generosity (look to Nine of Pentacles). This points to him being a noble and judicious man, which is then proven by him giving coins with his left hand and holding a scale with his left.
The next part of this image is two beggars kneeling before him. One of them appears to be wounded with a bandage on his head, the other appears very young and by wearing a blue cloak with a patch, we can tell that he experiencing true poverty and deserves help. They appear in a barren place beyond the city walls and its greenery, further marking that they exist outside of any kind of wealth.

The Number:
Six is a number of harmony and passivity, in those case it is giving the beggars the ability to surrender and accept which brings them temporary serenity or peace. Six also tends to mean that the past creates the present and future, so by saving or earning money now you will be able to share it in the future.

The Tree of Life and Astrology:
Tiphareth is the sphere of beauty and rebirth, in this case it is referring to the beauty of generosity.
The Moon of Taurus indicates stability with sensitivity. Meaning, that you should learn to be generous without patronizing the recipient and also know how to receive help graciously.

Putting it together:
This card most directly may indicate that money or another kind of wealth is coming to you, either as an award for hard work or by donation by an individual. It reminds you to use your money wisely and invest in the future so that you may offer support to others later on, as sharing with the ones you love brings natural joy. If you have been struggling financially then this card is a sign that your situation can improve if you surrender and accept the help you need.
In this card you may also be the benefactor, indicating that you need to help someone else and be generous to the poor, in doing this you must carefully consider another persons needs and what you can offer to make a difference in their life. Be wealthy does not make you less of a good person, while the saying is that “money is the root of all evil” in actuality it is that “the obsession with money is the root of all evil”, by sharing your wealth you letting go and accepting better things like friendship into your life.
This card, overall, means that you will give and receive what is right and what you need.

Imagine Percival Graves taking care of you on your period.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Requested by an anonymous person, please tell me what do you think!


Originally posted by acarima

  • It wasn’t casual back in his times for a woman to talk about this kind of things with a man, even a close one, but he didn’t really mind it and always tried to help you the best he could.
  • Buying you pads or meds was the absolute minimum and he didn’t even consider it weird or unmanly to do so.
  • Heaven forbid anyone who tried to laugh at Graves at a shop or pharmacy. One steel-hard, director’s look and the delinquent immediately felt really small and negligible. After Graves declaring that this kind of behavior clearly showed the lack of experience on a few matters, the man was all red and probably left the shop quickly.
  • Graves would try to satisfy all your weird whims and food requests.
  • One spell and the hot tea will stay hot as long as you want it to.
  • He would try to comfort you the best he could, probably laying down in the bed with you, gently massaging your abdomen.
  • He would use a spell to make his hand warmer.
  • There weren’t many spells that could take the pain away without leaving the spot callous or just dull the pain without helping the cause of it, but he looked for them intensely.
  • He would be really supportive and understanding.
  • Graves would probably only smirk while getting yelled at for no apparent reason, ignoring your mood changes. He was sure you didn’t really mean it, especially since you always apologised to him after you calmed down.
  • He would tuck you in gently when he’s seen you fall asleep on the couch, but wouldn’t move you to bed if he wasn’t sure you wouldn’t feel more pain.
Who is The Red Man

Who is The Red Man? Why is Mark obssessed with this man? Why is he coming closer? Why is he showing us his diiiiiiik? Why is The Red Man showed up multiple times in the first few minutes of the video and then stopped with no explanation? What is Mark trying to tell us? Am I going insane with all these egos stuffs lately? Will we see more of The Red Man in the future?

@babsxxxx: Okay soo a harry hook x reader idea for you: the reader grew up in the isle but is helping mal with saving Ben. She knew Harry from when she was growing up but hasn’t seen him in ages but he is mad at her for leaving him behind…. so yeah put your own spin on it and make is as angsty and fluffy as you can!

OK, so I may have gone a smidge overboard with this one, but I really like it. So, enjoy!

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There was a knock at your door.

You looked up, frowning for a moment, before taking this as an excuse to put off doing the homework for Fairy Godmother’s class. Getting up from your desk, you wandered over to your door to open it.


Sure enough, there she was.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Mal said, pushing through into your dorm room.

You were still a little thrown from her sudden appearance. “I thought you’d gone back to the Isle? And your hair…you went back to purple?”

Mal waved a hand to cut you off. “We don’t have time for questions right now. I need your help.”

That definitely caught your attention. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ben’s been kidnapped,” Mal stated, her voice low. You’d never heard her sound so emotional, so sincere.

You blinked. “That’s horrible…but why do you need me? Shouldn’t we go to Fairy Godmother or Ben’s parents or–”

“Uma and her crew took him,” Mal revealed.

Oh. Everything clicked into place.


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