men who look in love

Men: Girls who like Star Wars are so hot, I love nerdy girls ;)))
Lucasfilm & Disney: Ayy check out our new tv series ‘Forces of Destiny’, it’s a tv show for girls, featuring our favorite strong Star Wars ladies !
Hasbro: And we sell dolls for said tv show, they’re kinda like barbies but with Star Wars characters !
Men: That’s too much. Is this really neccessary ?? What about boys ???? Girls ans SJW’s destroyed Star Wars.

i pray for certain girls-who-don’t-know-they’re-girls-yet who enjoy crossdressing and have unfortunately fallen into a specific crowd of horny men who love to fetishise feminine boys who look just like their anime wives but meanwhile hold deep-seated prejudices against trans people

remember, they’ll love you when you dress up in a maid outfit and call yourself a tr*p, but the second you come to terms with yourself enough to wanna start being a girl, they’re gonna turn on you. get yourself into a safe place before that happens and cultivate better friendships. you deserve it.

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If there is one thing Boyang unequivocally and undeniably smokes the rest of the competition in, it’s his banquet suit and fashion game 👀🔥🔥🔥 (sources: X, X, X)

anonymous asked:

how's your friendship with jackson? or do you not know him?

We went to highschool together!!(also he might have been my crush at one point) We still keep in touch, we’re good friends!

I thought of something... 🤔

A lot of people have been talking about Hotaru lately (duh like we didn’t see that) and his mystical power, like how good he’d be in bed (we all know it wouldnt only be because of his power — kirigakure genes in action ladies and gents) or how could his power affect people that don’t speak japanese, but here’s one thing…

NOBODY EVER THOUGHT HE WAS THE LIVING DEATH NOTE like screw that Netflix adaptation and Light Yagami and shit, THIS DUDE COULD LITTERALLY BE THE EMPEROR OF JAPAN ONLY BY ASKING AND STOP ALL THESE CLANS WARS FOR SUPREMACY AND JUST PUT THE NINJAS TO THE HEAD OF THE COUNTRY

Don’t tell me I’m the only crazy one thinking this

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Yall im fuckin crYING my sister just bought me this from waterstones

Remember the Mr Men and Little Miss books??? Those were like my entire childhood and my sister’s too! And she saw these! And they had them for each doctor but she got me my favourite doctor oh my god

Rob Kardashian is trash. Honestly, this post could end with that. He is a trash human being. More importantly he is like every other abusive male. Yesterday, the male Kardashian decided to do what he does best, shame his ex-fiancée. Unless you are either a person of a certain age or live under a rock, the male Kardashian has lambasted the mother of his child more than once. However, yesterday’s rant seemed to be triggered by a video his former fiancée sent him. A couple things before getting into this, I am not a fan of the Kardashian clan. They work my nerves. However, I am able to ignore them. Yet, their baby brother has a habit of slut shaming his former lovers and no matter how many filters I put on Twitter, I still see his foolishness.

Yesterday, Rob decided to air out his grievances regarding his daughter’s mother, Blac Chyna. Instead of his normal ranting, he took it to a disgusting level. He posted nude photos Chyna sent to him for all the world to see. He claimed she cheated on him (I don’t know if this is true and I don’t care) and claimed she is a drug abuser. This is not the first time Rob has done this. And, unless he is prosecuted under the revenge porn laws in California, it won’t be his last. Rob not only has the complexion for protection but his name holds weight. Rob has not had to work a day in his life. He lives off the name his sister made famous with the help of his mother. Any and every woman he has publicly dated, he has also publicly ridiculed. From Rita Ora to Adrienne Bailon, Rob will disrespect any and every woman who no longer wants him. Also, let us not forget, he slut shamed his own sister.

Now, I’m sure there are some of you trash men (and pick me women) who are reading this and don’t see a problem. I watched black men call Blac Chyna all kinds of names. I watched those same men somehow turn this messy situation into a reason to disparage black women. One of the central things that kept coming up is that Chyna was a stripper. So, what? The way some of you turn a woman stripping into a negative thing is weird. Why does it matter? If the “naked hustle” is not your thing, don’t do it. Men who do that only see women as something to be consumed and thrown away. There is also another issue at play here. There is a child involved. Dream, this beautiful baby girl who did not ask for this. Rob spewed vitriol at Chyna with an image of his daughter as his avatar. Does no one find that disgusting?

Men sat and cheered on Rob. Many of these men have daughters. Daughters who will one-day encounter men just like them. A great many of these daughters will love men just like their fathers. And guess what, men? There is nothing you can do to stop that from happening. Whether you choose to realize it or not, you taught her what a man loving a woman looks like. The same men who cheer Rob on love to espouse what their woman won’t do. What their daughters won’t do. First and foremost, women don’t belong to men. Women are not property. You don’t get to dictate the moves of women. Women are not here to serve you. I absolutely don’t care what Chyna did. There is no excuse for what she may or may not have done either. However, nothing, and I mean nothing, warrants what Rob has done to Blac Chyna and other women.

I was one of the many people who reported his Instagram account. At the time of his post, his Instagram was shut down. He then moved to Twitter. I reported that, too. In all honesty, I don’t think anything will happen to him. Nothing ever seems to happen to men like this. Patriarchy is so ingrained in our society that Rob’s actions are normalized. Will it ever change? I truly hope so.

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S.A.

Fortune Teller (Poly!Hamilton Squad x Reader)

Word Count:2,477
Au: Modern / Post High school
Triggers: SMUT, cursing, Alexander Hamilton
Authors Note: I’m sorry but finals have been kicking my ass and this story was dragging forever. Ps. I have never had sex with more than one person so not quite sure what it looks like with 5.
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You couldn’t believe it. You can’t fucking believe it. Y/N L/N was going to see a fortune teller. You had joined the ranks of the exact people you made fun of throughout all of high school. You weren’t quite sure why this was something you had to do, but I guess it is your time to do so. At least.. now that Peggy was practically pushing you towards the awkward tent set up in the park. Fortune Tellers. What a load of shit. How could somebody tell your future out of some “magical orb”? You were a psychology major at Kings College and had just learned aviut hiw the brain tricks you into believing “magic” to be real.


“Peggy, do I have too?”you complained. “Of course. I’m going to go first then you will ok?” she replied. You had to admit, for her being the forgotten daughter, she was the most persuasive and most fun to be around. She entered the tent, smiling at you and asking you to wait outside. 2 hours later she slid out of the tent, giggling and blushing.


As you whisper to her, “How was it?” She answered you in giggles and pushed you in. The woman inside was older and was dress in a metallic emerald dress and accessorized in silver. You sat nervously in the chair provided and waited. The woman looked at you, no.. not looked through you. She was looking for something inside of you. She reached for your hands. In a misty voice, “My dear you have been looking for a man to help you feel complete. Correct? Well if you look into my crystal ball you would see that I predict 4 men who will fall in love with you.” You look at her like she is a total lunatic. “Are you serious? I have spent the last 7 years trying to talk to someone to try and start a relationship and I get shot down faster than the Titanic!” you start to get angry with the lady. She shot you a look of understanding. “Sweetheart. I know. But you can’t understand without looking through my crystal ball.”


“If you say so?” You lean forward and gaze into the crystal ball. The milky white seemed to take over your senses. You were frozen, unable to move your arms or legs, only thing capable of moving were your eyes. Out of the mist, you saw a familiar face of an old friend from elementary school. “Is that John Laurens? Hey lady your crystal ball is broken, I know this guy, and hate to be that girl, but there is only one guy here.” Her face swelled in the mist and seemed to seethe with anger, “Just wait girl, you only just started.” The face was wiped out of your view and Laurens slid into the top left corner of your view. Then a new face appeared before you. He was painting flowers on a canvas, then your name is etched into the petals of an elaborate rose. At the bottom of his canvas with such a grace he signed it as Lafayette. His image was swept into the top right as soon as the next figure cane into focus. A man with medium build and a scarf around his forehead was slaving over a mannequin and was making the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The fabric glimmered like a sapphire in the candle light. He took a step back as a man called out his name, Hercules. Another man entered the field, he was smaller than Hercules,but had a face burned with determination that haunted your heart. Hercules hugged the smaller man, kissed his forehead and said, “Why does it seem like your later every night Alexander?” Alex sighed and just laid into Hercules’ arms. The other two boys merged into this image bringing Lafayette and John into the hug.


The milky void released its hold on you and the woman behind the ball smiles at you. “Go for them, dear. They are waiting.” You run away from the tent and realized it was dark. You checked your phone and noticed it was 11:30 at night and started panicking because Peggy had left without you. You reach for your phone and call John.


“John, I need your help. I’m alone in the park and I’m afraid. Can you please come and pick me up?” you beg. Several voices were heard on the other side of the phone. “Please John?” “I will be there ain’t 8 minutes Y/N.” You stuck your phone into your pocket and hold back your tears.  


8 minutes. Why did 8 minutes seem to drag on for what felt like an eternity? Why did you stay outside in the dark? You heard voices and started panicking, but still waited for John to save you like he always seemed to. Ever since elementary school when he said that he’d prove that you were important to him. Lucky for you John took being your white knight very personally and was there in 5 minutes. He ran across the lawn and you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him as fiercely as your body would allow. “Y/N..wait.” John kissed into your lips as he started to push you away. “John. I know everything. The others and you and.. me… we belong with each other. That crazy lady in the tent just showed me everything.” John smiled and almost cried, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that since high school.” He carried you bridal style to his pick up truck. The same car he had used to drive you to school everyday of high school. He sits you in the passenger seat and travels around the car to take a seat in front of the wheel.


You tell him your story and he blushes at the idea of him even being seen in your vision. “When we get to the apartment, let me go first. We have to make this easier on you. 4 guys. Its intense. So I can understand if you want anyone in bed with you, or bot. You can, but we need make sure we don’t force you towards 4 guys in one bed all at first.” John suggests. You nod in response and he squeezes your thigh. You smile at him the same way you have since you met him, but somehow it seems different.

You finally got to the apartment and he asks you to wait outside while he explains the situation to the others. You sit on the floor against the wall and start to panic on whether or not they will accept what have you seen. Then a door opens and a single figure slips through. A slender man with a tight bun on the top of this head. Lafayette.


“Bonjour mi petite ange. Are you ok?” he whispered in a heavy French accent. You weren’t quite sure how to respond so you just nodded your head, completely unaware of the tears that crawled off of your face. His hands reached to either side of your face to wipe the tears away and kissed your forehead. The other 3 boys came outside and watched as Lafayette kissed your forehead delicately.


The boys ushered you inside. Hercules had pulled out a really big tshirt and some boxers for you to put on. He seemed really upset that he couldn’t make you something, but time was the current enemy. Alexander and John had made some hot chocolate for you. And Lafayette had gotten you a cozy blanket to hang out in. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry for putting everyone on the spot like this.” The guys all nodded their heads giving you words of reassurement.


Weeks past and all of the boys had accepted you into the apartment and you officially moved in. The boys made a chart for who got to share the bed with you and who would sleep in the extra rooms. “Guys, isn’t this a little silly?” you would scold. “Y/N we want you to be comfortable and slowly accept all of us.” Alex would continually tell you. “If you say so.” You would always whisper. So first night of the chart was Alexander.


The two of you laid cuddling on the bed watching some cheesy movie about singing cats. You would hold in a snicker whenever Alex would start singing. He would shoot you with his caramel eyes whenever you’d start giggling. “Y/N it’s not very ladylike for you to be laughing at me.” He’d groan. “Oh yeah? What do you know about ladylike?” you sit with your chest against his knees. His senses overwhelm him and causes him to lose all control of his body. You move into his lap seeing an opportunity and started playing with his hair and clinging to his chest. “Oh you poor baby.” You would sigh in an almost mocking tone. “Y/N whatever you are doing, you need to stop, because the others will find ou-” he stops abruptly as you start sucking on his neck innocently. He pushes you away gently and you get a view of the hickeys you have placed on him. “Y/N, whatever you are doing is going to get me in trouble with the other guys.” Alex looked at you with dazed interest. “But Alex…. The chart says I get to choose when.” You whine. “Fine, but you asked for this.” he smirked. You tilt you head in confusion and his mouth latches onto your neck and shoulder. His hands start to roam aimlessly around your body before pinning you down underneath him. “Are you sure you want me to do anything?” he asks quizzically hovering over you. You nod your head, trying not to break contact with his eyes. After coaxing your torso out of your shirt, he lowers a couple of inches and lays with his head on your chest for a minute. He takes your breast into his mouth and starts to suck expertly. You start to moan he stops to put your shirt into your mouth. “We can’t have them hear us, Y/N.” Alex growls. He traces his finger along the length of your body and pulled your waist close to his. You could feel his massiveness against your stomach and gulped. He pushed into you and smiled deviously. “What? Do you want more?” he whispered into your ear.  You shimmy out of your pj pants and wrapped your legs around him. Still fully clothed, he began massaging your vagina with his palm and worked you into a point of being wet. Once he decided you were the right level he stopped and switched out of his clothes. He went back on top of you and slid right into you. He froze in pure bliss and kissed you. “Y/N, Y/N, Jesus Christ.” Your hips start to rock into his and push him further into you. Finally getting the message he slams into you as fast as he can. You whisper, “I’m about to..” He slams into you one last time and you ride the orgasm together.


Just as you two finished, the other three walked in. None of them really noticing what happen, were all saying things like, “We heard slamming”, “Are you two alright?” and other things before realizing that the two of you had sex.


Lafayette, Hercules and John all instinctively stripped down to nothing and crawled into bed with you and Alex. “No no no it’s my night with Y/N back the fuck up!” Alex growled. Laurens sat behind Alex started nibbling his shoulders causing Alex to surrender. Lafayette picks up and pulls you into his lap. He starts to suck on your collarbone and massaging your ass. Hercules sits behind you and moves your hair so that he could bite your shoulder. You tilt your head onto Lafayette’s and enjoy the pleasure these two men were giving you. Hercules pulled you back onto his dick and slammed into your vagina. You moan and lean forward to heighten the pleasure. Lafayette and John switched places and John had taken position in front of you. He was kneeling on the bed with his massiveness erect in front of your lips. You waited a beat and took a deep breath, looking at him with your best begging face. His voice let out his drawl and he whispered, “Well darlin, show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth.” You pull him into your mouth and start sucking furiously. You were sucking the tip as hard as you could before he started thrusting into your mouth. He couldn’t hold back anymore. John seemed to be hellbent on fucking your mouth properly, and wasn’t going to stop until he had finished. Hercules pulled out of you and join Alex and Lafayette who were naked messes and cuddling. John pulled out of your mouth and takes your chin in his hand pulling you up. “Where would you like me to finish, darlin?” he whispered his voice husky and smooth like Jack Daniels. You laid on your back and smiled at him. He took this as a sign and slid his dick into you and slowly as he could. Once he was all the way in, he slowly started rocking his hips against yours, and biting your earlobes. He whispers quietly enough that the boys don’t hear him, “Y/N, I have wanted this since we started middle school. I have always wanted just you Y/N, you have always been the goal.” You wrap you arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He works his way into you harder and faster with every thrust. Your moans turn into screams that echo through the apartment. You released first and John being sure to finish inside of you with one last thrust slammed into and released inside of you.


The five of you laid in bed cuddling for 20 minutes just enjoying each other’s company. You sat on John’s lap with Alex’s head resting on your thigh. Hercules with his arm around John’s shoulder and Lafayette laying on his lap. Everything seemed perfect for those peaceful twenty minutes. Then Alex refueled his ego and started lecturing, “Wait a second guys it’s my night with Y/N so everyone needs to get out. We were watching an awesome movie and having a good time before you all barged in. I don’t do this to you on your night. Why did you decide all of a sudden that it was fair to do this to me? C'mon guys I have waited long and hard for tonight. Please just go. Gilbert, stop don’t give me those eyes. Stop it. Get on out.”

shoutout to Lazytown tumblr, I guess:

If you were that one reader of We Must Not Look At Goblin Men who has synesthesia and loved the way I wrote that story, I can’t begin to describe how awful I feel for losing that stunningly beautiful ask you sent me. Of everything I lost when I accidentally deleted my account, that one is the one I regret the most. I thought I’d saved a screenshot to my laptop, but apparently I never did…

If you’re out there, if by chance you’re still reading the fanfic, maybe hit me up with a message? Just to talk, even, you seem like such a wonderful person and I hate that I lost your ask, which was the greatest compliment my writing has ever received.

anonymous asked:

what differences are you talking about bc usually i see ppl complaining about all the pedophilic and incestuous content in anime and thats about it

Sorry this is going to be really long, but I’ve been sitting on it for while and I want to get it out.

I’m talking about people complaining about LGBT representation and racial representation in anime. Yes pedophilia and incest are major concerns in anime, but those aren’t concerns raised because of cultural differences. Those are things that the average Japanese person is weirded out by too.

I’m going to break this down, starting with the whole LGBT thing. While it happens with other shows as well, the main issue I see is with Yuuri on Ice and western fans saying things like its fetishistic, for fanservice, etc. Here’s the thing though, while it may come across that way from a western perspective, it’s VERY different from a Japanese point of view.

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Suga Update

I haven’t updated you ladies in a hot minute about what’s been going on in the hustle..for a few reasons such as bad juju after I made posts. The past few months have been hectic and I wasn’t hustling as hard BUT as of today I’m officially done with college a semester early yay! In any case, I’m going to tell ya’ll about this new POT and my day today. Lets call him Jet. Disclaimer: I ramble a lot in this post. 

I met him on Tinder. Our first date was incredibly brief, but nice. I was in the city and we figured we would meet quickly over coffee. Today we met at the Plaza Hotel in NYC. A little bit about him he is Indian, just shy of 40, and works as an investment banker on Wall Street. He describes himself as going “all the way” because he hustled to get into the best school in India, finished in the top of his class, and then came to America to get his MBA at an ivy, and then now works in Wall Street. He was so kind and rich with compliments.  At one point he grabs my hand and is like “What am I getting you for your graduation gift?” I laughed. “You’re putting me on the spot.” He tells me that I should think about what I want and the next time we see each other we will go shopping and he will get me my gift, “whatever I want”. He mentioned this over text too that I need to be gifted. (My tabs are open atm to LV I need a new wallet this is not a drill. I’m no longer shy about this shit I’m just going to say I need a new wallet, I’ve been wanting this one from LV it is $500 would that be okay?). He also does admission interviews for his alma matter and since I’m applying to law school he gave me A LOT of helpful tips on what admissions officers look for.

After the date we went to whole foods bc he thought I should have food for the train. I felt bad making him wait as I looked through all the cooked food and took my sweet time but he didn’t mind and after I got so much shit, basically went grocery shopping in this bitch he said, “That’s all? Are you sure?” I feel like the key is never to seem overly excited or in awe by their gestures. I just bat my lashes, smile and say “Thank you.” Like I feel like its easy to be in such awe when handed allowance for example but I think it’s best to give an appreciative smile say thanks and move on, almost unphased. Or to act like high class shit is normalcy. I got gifted a ring for Christmas that looks like an engagement ring I mean that’s basically what it is. When he complimented how “beautiful” my finger looked with my tattoo and the ring I looked at the ring, smiled, and said, “Oh this? It was a gift.” and moved on. I specifically wore that today so he knows I don’t play NO games *JoAnne voice*. I love to throw in a couple pieces in a simple outfit that just look classy. My three today were the diamond ring, this really dainty diamond necklace and this scarf from Saudi Arabia with a gold trim on the bottom. I was wearing a sweater dress, tights and thigh high boots. My whole outfit was like 30$ (minus my coat) but the added pieces just make you look like a subtle expensive bitch.

He did everything he could to just touch me or hold my hand towards the end of the date. Fixing my hair in the wind etc. I hate holding hands unless I’m like in love with a person, is that strange? I’m just so weird about being touched. So I had to bite my tongue when he said “Give me your hand” and played with my fingers and kissed my hand. He said “give me your hand” three times. He gave me “transportation cash” which was wellll over the cost of transportation which I was happy about. Shortly after we parted, he texted me compliments and that next time he’s not letting me leave so soon. He keeps texting how much he’s into me. His most recent text included “maybe some cuddles and kisses thrown in between too :)” I jump with glee when guys are bold with these statements because it gives me more incentive to be bold as fuck with opening my mouth and asking for things I want.  “Cuddles and kisses” will surely come..when my bank account is happy. I used to be scared to ask for shit but bet Imma have this Louis wallet in 2 weeks time. Speaking that into existence LOL.

But definitley looking forward to where this goes. I love men who drool over you bc even though it can seem annoying or obsessive those are the ones who will give you what you want, so long as you keep them on their toes.