men who would not have to ask

anonymous asked:

I hope this doesn't offend you, but I'm curious, do you think cis bi women have more privilege or trans bi men? Or do you think it depends on what the latter passes as? I'm just asking as a bi person who is super confused on gender identity and if I do end up as one or the other and I have advantages over the other side I don't want to end up speaking over them.

i mean, i would say…typically yes ((edit: my double negatives are messing me up: i would say typically cis bi women benefit from privilege more than trans bi men))? but there’s so many issues, practically speaking, when you try to quantify or measure privilege that exists on different axes (not to mention the sheer numbers of axes that exist), and tbh it’s really not that useful to do so. it’s like that “how privileged are you” test that was floating around tumblr a couple of years ago. it basically solely exists to give people the moral high ground. if you’re worried about speaking over someone, it’s usually easier to just follow these simple tips:

  • if you’re cis, don’t try to tell trans people what it means to be trans or what kind of oppression trans people ~*~actually~*~ face, or what trans friendly advocacy should look like
  • similarly, if you’re a man, don’t do the above towards women
  • this doesn’t mean “you can’t say anything ever about people of a marginalized group that you’re not a part of” it just means…do your best to listen to people who are actually a part of that group and amplify their voices. like, i sometimes get asked questions about trans issues that i, as a cis woman, am not qualified to answer, so i try to link to things trans people have posted on the subject
  • it also doesn’t mean you can’t call people out for being shitty. as a cis bi woman, it’s my responsibility to listen to trans people when they say “hey bi advocacy / mainstream feminism / whatever is often transphobic because they do x, y, and z” and try to not do that
  • but it does mean learning to respect other people’s spaces. like, a lot of the pushback i’ve gotten from the “bi girls are great” post fiasco is “bi women don’t deserve their own spaces or positivity because other groups are marginalized too” and that’s just??? patently false???
  • like, yes, it’s your responsibility as an activist to strive for inclusive spaces so everyone who identifies as x. so, for example, it’s my responsibility to make sure that my bi girl positivity doesn’t systematically exclude trans girls, or woc. but just because there are people out there who are marginalized who are not bi girls, doesn’t mean that we can’t have advocacy directly for bi girls, u know?

anyways, i hope this makes sense, let me know if you need clarification.

Thoughts on Patroclus

Friendly reminder that Patroclus should not be remember simply as “Achilles’ bitch”.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was a little shit. He had the power, the looks and the skills, and he knew it. Not only he excelled at battle; he did it while taunting his enemies all the fucking time cause he was going to win and he knew it.

Friendly reminder that he was the one guy who got to call out on Achilles, something no one else dared to do. In fact, men went to ask him to call out on Achilles because everyone was scared of him. Except for Patroclus.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had advanced medical knowledge, something extremly rare at the time. He healed many of his friends and comrades during battle. Hadn’t it been for him, many great warriors would have died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was loyal to a fault. He was always by Achilles’ side in battle. He never disobeyed Achilles orders. The one time he did, was the time he died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was kind and had a soft heart. He cried because while Achilles’ Rage lasted, he wouldn’t let any of his men enter battle, Patroclus included. And while Achilles’ troops were hiding in their ships, the rest of the Greek army got crushed. Patroclus felt so powerless and helpless because he couldn’t do nothing as he saw his comrades dying.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had a character crisis. He had to decide whether obeying his Lord’s commands and abandoning his friends in battle, or going against his Lord’s wishes and engaging fight.

Friendly reminder that he refused to stay behind like a coward. He chose to enter battle, but since he was a honourable man he told Achilles about it. Friendly reminder that he managed to sway Achilles’ Rage. Friendly reminder that he managed to convince Achilles to let their troops rejoin the war, thus returning the victory to the Greeks.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was flawed. He committed hubris. He got so battle drunk and was so excited by the prospect of finally ending the war, that he disobeyed Achilles’ direct command not to fight near the walls of Troy, and chased the Troyans back to the limits of the city. To the place Achilles had specifically told him not to go because it would be too dangerous. Friendly reminder that this one flaw is his downfall.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus doesn’t go down without giving one hell of a fight. Friendly reminder that Patroclus was so strong that Apollo (the God that protected Troy and Hector [Troy’s heir to the throne]) had to face him and repel him four times. Four times. A god. If that ain’t badass, then I don’t know what could be. In the fourth time, Apollo got inside Patroclus’ head and made him dizzy. Patroclus fell and Apollo removed him from his armour- Achilles’ armour. Patroclus ended up unprotected, vulnerable and dizzy in the middle of the battle field; so a random dude saw the opportunity and stabbed his back with a spear. But was that enough to make him go down? Oh heck no. The pain snapped him out of the dizziness. Patroclus realized he was in a very troublesome situation so he decided to fall back… but at that moment Hector engaged him in battle. And Patroclus wouldn’t retire from a direct combat, oh heck he wouldn’t. Even though he knew this was probably the way he would die, he fought with his all.

Friendly reminder that lacking his armor, tired from battle, with a spear wound on his back and only Achilles’ sword left as weapon, Patroclus faced Hector, Troy’s greatest warrior and didn’t fear.

Friendly reminder that when Hector sheathed his spear in Patroclos’ stomach, Patroclus thought about the love of his life.

Friendly reminder that with his last breath Patroclus smiled at Hector and told him “You are a dead man. This will be your downfall”. Friendly reminder that until his last moment, he was a little shit.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus is a flawed, well-rounded, badass character and that he deserves so much more than his current position as “Achilles’s love interest”.

Every time I talk about my research into sexual assault laws and my advocacy work for victims of sexual assault, I have to listen to some man ask me the same question 

“Well what about the men who get falsely accused?” 



There is an entire system set up for you. There are barriers in place and safeguards and double checks and a whole system designed to try and make sure only guilty people pay for crimes. 

Would you ever ask me 

“Well what about the men who get falsely accused of stabbings?” 


Because you’re a law student and not a fucking moron 

So why

why why why 

Do you think that’s the appropriate question when I’m telling you about the overwhelming number of women who don’t report instances of sexual violence, or the fact that sexual assault trials effectively force women to relieve their assault as a public spectacle multiple times, or the gross underfunding of sexual assault crisis centres 

News flash 

‘Playing Devil’s Advocate’ is just a fun way of saying ‘but what about the men’ 

No matter how you dress it up, you still tell me you’re a dickbag 


When we too are armed and trained, we can convince men that we have hands, feet, and a heart like yours; and although we may be delicate and soft, some men who are delicate are also strong; and others, coarse and harsh, are cowards. Women have not yet realized this, for if they should decide to do so, they would be able to fight you until death; and to prove that I speak the truth, amongst so many women, I will be the first to act, setting an example for them to follow.” // miriam leone as veronica franco

historical make me choose @felicedellarovere asked: isabella d’este or veronica franco

anonymous asked:

Dude you know how in the camping tent there's like, little to no space for 4 men? Who would be the cuddliest? Who would wake up to go pee only to be surrounded by 3 snoring bros?

holy s h i t get ready for a wild ride anon

  • it’s getting dark and everyone is laying in the tent silently  
  • ignis is just thinking about how the next day is going to go and staring up at the top of the tent when someone with a particularly fluffy head of hair just latches onto him 
  • he kinda jolts a little bit and gladio opens one eye curiously from his cramped position near the flap to see noct completely passed out and just curled into ignis’ side 
  • in his defense ignis is really warm 
  • ignis expected the culprit to be prompto but no he’s just asleep in between noct and gladio and being perfectly peaceful
  • eventually ignis and gladio fall asleep too and everything’s fine for 0.2 seconds
  • but in the middle of the night gladio just opens his eyes and then immediately narrows them 
  • shit 
  • he hasn’t had to pee this bad in like five whole years but he’s not the quietest person so moving is a thing he’s dreading because he doesn’t want to wake up noctis - he’s a grumpy little shit when he doesn’t get enough sleep
  • he manages to sit up quietly but as he’s putting on one of his shoes he just feels something attach itself to his leg
  • he just freezes and slowly looks down 
  • he can’t really see anything but a tuft of blond hair and a tangled mess of blankets 
  • aside from the yellow chocobo blanket there’s also one that looks suspiciously like noct’s fluffy navy blue one and is that his other sock?
  • prompto has somehow managed to take at least three of their blankets and gladio’s fucking sock is this man even human what the fuck prompto
  • the poor man just wants to pee 
  • gladio just lays back down miserably because he’s not going to wake up the literal ray of sunshine clinging to him only a monster would do that
  • gladio just ruffles prompto’s hair and sighs
  • when they wake up in the morning gladio looks like he hasn’t slept for 80 years and noctis wakes up sprawled horizontally over ignis 
  • prompto just opens his eyes and separates himself from the mess of blankets and smiles really sweetly even though gladio knows what he’s done
  • he can’t fool anyone with that smile, the dirty sock-stealing bastard
  • prompto claims to have no recollection of what happened and acts just as confused as everyone else when gladio bolts off into the woods the next morning the second prom lets go of him 
  • and yet, the next night, gladio wakes up to a blond haired bathroom break saboteur clinging to him 
  • god fucking dammit, prompto

Writing Romance

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There is the rather prevalent idea among writers that writing romance is hard. And for some people, maybe it is, but I would argue that it’s not difficult to write as much as it is easy to misinterpret.

In real life, relationships don’t have many straightforward rules besides a few obvious ones like “Trust is important” and “Don’t kill your spouse” and “99% of men are dense idiots who wouldn’t know how to read a signal if you tied them to a post and bashed them over the head with a rock, so just try asking him out on a date already”.

In the words of Tom Clancy, the difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense. What that essentially means is that writing fictional romance does have a few cut-and-dry rules, and that you can substitute “experience” with “logic” and get away with it, so you don’t need any prior relationship experience to understand how to write a decent romance. It can certainly help, but real life romance has a lot of factors that just wouldn’t fly in fiction.

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Another Exciting Moana Fact!11

Originally posted by heartthrobadventure

The tattoos are called kakau! When Moana is in her village of Motunui we see some men getting theirs. It’s a process of a tapping of stone/wood/husk with ink into the skin. Kakau aren’t attained as you would find them today at a tattoo parlor where you can just walk in and ask for what you want. The person who delivers the kakau is often the one who plans it out, especially in this day and age. I know friends who have gotten theirs done, and if you are Hawaiian, you are expected to have your mo’okuauhau, or genealogy, ready. Certain families require certain designs and therefore it’s important to know your roots and know who your kupuna are. The process to receive your design is important and often lengthy, however this is so that you can truly wear the design meant for you.

I have feelings about the next Winter Screw

So Bitty knows Jack can’t be his date for the dance, all it would take is one cute picture on Instagram of them dancing together with hearts in their eyes and their cover would be blown outside the tight friends & family circle who know about them.

And Bitty says he’s ok with that, he’s going stag with Nursey and Dex, it will be fine.

But after having a heart-to-heart with Shitty, Jack starts to have a crisis about being a good bf and goes to Georgia to ask ‘well, what if I went, what’s the worst that could happen?’

She flat tells him it would be better for the future of gay men in the NHL if the first one was outed via super cute pics on Instagram than via some skanky club scandal or whatever.

So they prepare an emergency statement for Monday just in case said adorable pics are leaked, and he works on it for HOURS running it back and forth with Shitty and Lardo and it goes from being a really flat ‘please respect our privacy’ to a pretty full on declaration of love, commitment and wanting to be a role model for young players who are scared to be themselves.

Jack surprises Bitty by turning up to take him to the dance, (and privately showing him the statement before they go) and it’s a fantastic night, and they decide to just enjoy themselves and let it happen.

At one point in the evening, Jack realises that Lardo and Nursey have become pretty good friends cos she needs someone around who can be chill and quiet, and he realises how much he has missed her as a friend too, so they have one dance together, and it’s really sweet. But mostly he spends the entire night dancing with and gazing lovingly at Bitty, having the best, most adorable public date ever.

Monday comes, and no one has leaked any images of them. Not anywhere. Like, the entire campus of Samwell decided to respect their privacy and not out them, because it’s not like they don’t all know the Jack Zimmerman story and what’s at stake.

But one paper runs this huge story with a blown up pic of Lardo and Jack dancing together, claiming she is his secret girlfriend.

Everyone thinks this is hilarious and Bitty seems relieved, but Jack stews on this for days and days, not even realising why he’s feeling angry and cheated. Then after the next game, when a reporter asks him about his relationship with Larissa Duan, he makes a flat statement about how she’s one of his best friends but there is nothing romantic between them.

And just as everything is winding up, he grabs back the microphone and says ACTUALLY I WENT TO THE DANCE WITH MY BOYFRIEND ERIC AND WE WERE REALLY CUTE TOGETHER WHY DON’T YOU WRITE ABOUT THAT?

Being the youngest in the group and being killed during the line-up would include:


Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

• All of them gasping and not wanting to realize that it’s actually you who is Negan pointing at when he ends his rhyme 

• Negan saying that it’s actually fucked up to kill the youngest but that it’s the deed they all have asked for with killing his men 

• Rick under tears trying to make a deal when he sees you’re chosen saying that Negan should spare you through you being the youngest, but Negan shouting him down threatening to kill not just you but also someone else 

• When the bat finally crushes down on you the only and final thought you have  is that you could at least save your friend’s lives with your death 

• In your very last moments the last thing you hear are the horrified screams and sobs of your friends while the harrowing pain that shot through your body stops and everything goes finally black

• Carl who had tried to not shed a single tear in Negans presence wouldn’t be able to hold them back anymore seeing one of his closest friends die through Negan

• Eugene not being able to open his eyes while he hears the bat crushing down on you again and again and crying and sobbing uncontrollably as he opens his eyes and sees your dead body 

• Daryl always being the one who had been really close to you and who had wanted to protect you by all costs and now not being able to hold himself back anymore at the sight of your bloody corpse but being too devastated to finally stand up and punch Negan 

• Rosita not wanting to believe her eyes and just staring bewildered at the blood soaked ground

• Glenn being always one of the people you had talked to when you had problems and now having to see how you die, he would only be able to whisper “No” over and over again while tears would stream down his face not wanting to realize that they have just lost you 

• Maggie being already at the end of her strength when the line up begins and collapsing completely when she has to see how you, the one that had always been despite your age so strong, get murdered 

• Rick finally, after having to realize that you would never come back just because of Negan, threatening to kill him

• Michonne being under tears and breathing heavily while seeing all the moments you made her as a good friend laugh again flash before her eyes while she knows that with your gruesome death nothings ever gonna be the same again

• Abraham cursing and almost shouting but being stopped by Sasha when he sees how one savior takes a photo of your corpse 

• All of them carrying you bewildered, trembling and crying home to Alexandria and burying you there 

• Them mourning you and putting everyday even after weeks and longer after your death flowers on your grave knowing that they have to rise up again and revenge you 

•  Them, doesn’t matter what happens, never forgetting you and the wonderful and great friend you were to them, knowing that you had deserved infinitely better and an a lot longer life than the one you got which ended so unbelievable cruel 

  • Hermione: I have a date this afternoon.
  • Ginny: Who are you going to destroy now?
  • Hermione: I beg your pardon?
  • Ginny: I would appreciate it if you'd just throw back the men you don't like without maiming them.
  • Hermione: I haven't maimed anyone. And my date is with Draco.
  • Ginny: You almost drowned Viktor Krum, you scared my brother into heart palpitations, you stabbed Cormac McLaggen with a fork, and you hit Terry Boot over the head with a bottle. And they still ask you out.
Peter Maximoff Caring For You On A Sick Day Would Include...

A/N: Guess who’s sick with walking pneumonia, ugh. I hope you’re all happy, healthy, and doing well! Xx

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

-Peter showing up at your house the minuet you tell him you’re sick, asking what you need

-Him bringing you an overload of soup cans

-”I didn’t know which soup was your favorite, but I have, tomato, chicken noodle, vegetable…”

-”God Peter thats a shit ton of soup”

-”Well it was all free so…” he says smirking

-”I thought we talked about stealing Peter,” you groan

-Him bringing you snacks or water when you need them, and when you don’t

-Lots of cuddling

-Him looking up your symptoms online, “well it could be a cold,”

-”It’s definitely a cold Peter”

-”But it could also be a rare life threatening jungle disease”

-”Peter, it’s a cold”

-Him making sure you are able to rest and relax

-Him getting you extra blankets

-Also getting his jacket

-”Thanks for being here Peter”

-”Well I’ve got nothing better to do so…” he jokes, kissing your forehead 

Insidious (2)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Part 1 | Part 3


Since Kai could not leave the wedding reception, I could not do so either. There’s no light way to put this, but he basically controls my every move now. I had no choice but to listen. I was surrounded by dangerous men that killed people every single day. 

Kai told me to keep my mouth shut and stay with him for the remainder of the reception. And I did just that. A few of the other mafia leaders I presume, had asked who I was. 

“She’s just my date for the day,” Kai would answer them nonchalantly. 

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anonymous asked:

How do u bring up your dating rules? Like the money and all that

Everyone who know me in real life or come across me thinks I am high maintenance. They can see it. You won’t see me without my hair, lashes or nails done.

When a man tries to pursue me, they ask me what I look for… I always tell them how my exes have always spoiled me. I tell them straight up that I am high maintenance. My parents have given me a certain lifestyle that I plan on maintaining. I tell men- why would I date someone with lower living conditions than what my parents provide me with? Here’s my favourite line to use in my vanilla life, and every one of my friends who has a brain agree with me: When I am looking for a relationship, it has to be beneficial. Why you ask? My time is valuable, and the person would be an asset in my life. Why would I add something in my life that doesn’t benefit me in some way (happiness, sex, money, health, etc)? We don’t pursue relationships to bring us sadness, let’s be honest here.

My parents made more money than the majority of my SDs, and I would bring it up whenever they told me they can’t provide something. Lol one of my SDs went into credit card debt for me to protect his ego. Men are stupid, use that to your advantage.

reminder that homeless are PEOPLE!

they have names and stories and backgrounds! sometimes they have kids taken away from them or who they try to take care the best they can! they have families! they have ideas and beliefs just like U! they say “thank u” and give up the last plate of food to someone who needs it more!

so don’t do a bad face when u see them on the street sleeping or asking for money! don’t even dare to think u are better than them cause U. R. NOT.

stop being a privileged white men and help would u? u may be giving someone the only meal of the day

I can’t stop thinking about trans Javert even though I know I’ve talked about this before.
It’s why he only goes by his last name and gets all pissy when people ask (because you know people would ask. Even if it’s just for forms and shit). It’s why he always crosses his arms across his chest (canon thing he always does I love my grumpy cop son) because he’s always self conscious that he didn’t bind well enough. Did you know that men who couldn’t grow facial hair could get fake beards to wear instead since facial hair was very in fashion then (as it, it was weird and considered feminine and therefore Inferior to not have facial hair) and that’s like an actual period thing that happened? Javert getting big bushy sideburns to hide how round his face is. He has risers in his shoes to make him look taller that he makes himself, even though he’s already pretty tall. People think his voice is weird and gravely and chalk it up to Yet Another Weird Thing About Javert but it sounds like that because it’s not his natural range.
His laugh is weird because it used to be really feminine and he hated it so it’s all fucked up now, which is just fine with him because he doesn’t find much to laugh about anyway.
I’m just saying. Think about it. Canon era transman Javert.

24 Days of Christmas: Lights. Camera. Baby! *Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Originally posted by ryotanea

Originally posted by parkerpete

Originally posted by tearsofneutrality

Day Thirteen

Summary: “You’re gonna fall off the roof” - A and C are having a Christmas lights contest with one another and B is fearing for both their lives as they go to extreme’s to win.
Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Kind of inspired by these:  Don’t Tell Me What To Do |Don’t Call Me Angel|

Day Twelve

“What are they arguing over now?” Steve asked suddenly making you jump lightly; you turned your head as he stood beside you, clad in a winter coat and scarf.

You exhaled softly, “who will have the best Christmas lights.” Steve chuckled but noticed your grumpy face, he stopped laughing and went back to watch the bickering men in front of him.

Bucky and Sam had been arguing for well over an hour, you figured having the guys live near one another would be a great idea. Yourself and Bucky moved in with Steve in a small town Brooklyn house, Sam got a house a few doors down, being neighbours was great… till Sam and Bucky started to steal one another’s mail.

Bucky turned his back to Sam and stalked to you, you had your own arms crossed and in his jumper with a scarf on, he was glaring as Sam yelled at him for come back and act like a man; despite them arguing like children. You followed Bucky into the house, although he didn’t sit down and brood, no he went up the stairs and pulled the attic latch.

You sighed as he walked up the ladder into the roof, you turned as Steve followed Sam to his house, he was no doubt was gonna do the same as Bucky. You always supported Bucky, through everything, allowing him to be who wants to be but this was stupid.

“Bucky, get down here right now!” To your surprise, he was actually coming down… with boxes, overflowing with tinsel and bulbuls. “Are you seriously gonna do this because Sam said he was gonna be more festive than you?”

Your boyfriend stopped beside you, a very serious look on his face, “I’m gonna out Christmas him, Y/N!” he tells you and you groan as he began getting more decorations out. Proceeding to tell you that he was getting a tree tomorrow, this was gonna end with disaster, you knew it. It always does.

Over the week you were living in a Christmas wonderland, a tree decked out and fireplace had hanging stockings, Christmas themed bunting. It was disgustingly festive in your house, you couldn’t escape it because EVERY room was decked out, and Bucky didn’t just stop on the interior. No, he upped it by placing decorations outside.

Leading Sam to follow him, which turned into them betting who could make their Christmas lights the best, it was stupid how easily Sam can get under Bucky’s skin. Sam had an advantage with his wings also; he would be flying around placing lights on the outside of his house, mockingly laughing at Bucky who looked absolutely annoyed with Sam.

“That’s cheating, Pigeon.” Bucky angrily yelled, a few neighbours watching the events unfold. Sam laughed from up in the sky, you watched as Bucky’s metal hand clenched into a fist, you sighed hoping Steve would stop the fight.

Sam hovered off the floor a few feet away from Bucky, “we never had rules against this, Wiener Soldier.”


“Y/N” Sam yelled your name as he walked into your house; you looked up from wrapping presents to your friend, “Bucky is now delving into child labour.”

You frowned as he pulled you from the floor and outside, he turned you to look at the house, where a ladder was propped up against it and Bucky was on the roof. Sorting out the lights he had invested in, too much money had gone into this silly bet.

“OH MY GOD! BUCKY, YOU’RE GONNA FALL OFF THE ROOF!” You yelled to your boyfriend, who jumped at the suddenness of your voice, looking down and grinning; you were terrified beyond belief and Sam was glaring up at him.

Then to your surprise, “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ve got him if he does.” Peter fucking Parker swung by landing on the roof with another box of lights, Bucky high-fived the young boy, and they both got back into setting up the lights together.

Steve walked up asking what was going on, “Peter’s a little asshole, alright?” Sam tells him instantly, Steve frowned and looked at the roof where Bucky and Peter were setting up lights.

After hours of Bucky being on the roof he finally came down, grinning at his work, Peter standing beside you also- who was paid by Bucky in front of everyone. Steve flipped the switch and you had to admit, it was pretty impressive. The house was glowing; red, white and blue. Steve sighed.

“You’re such a jerk, Bucky.” Steve pushed his friend walking to the front door.

“Stop being mean to me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you, punk,” Bucky yelled back, receiving the middle finger from Steve via the living room window.

Sam laughed at the lights, trying to stop and pull a straight face but he even admitted how good it was, you smiled as Sam hugged Bucky. Bucky grinned, “that’s the winter soldier right here, being a little shit.”

Peter pulled out a camera and took a picture of the work, “this is gonna be featured in my school’s paper on Monday.” You chuckled as Bucky ruffled Spidey’s hair, who hit the metal hand away with a chuckle.

Peter walked into your house, “I guess I’m feeding him too.” You sighed gently as Sam also walked in after Peter; you glared at Bucky, who was still looking pretty proud of his work, his smile fell when he noticed your glare. “No more going on the roof, if you fall, I’ll kill you.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around you, chuckling even though were being deathly serious about it. “Okay, the lights will stay up all year round. I won, though, I beat Wilson.”

You sarcastically smiled at him, “what did you even win?”

Bucky open and closed his mouth, frowning as he tried to think if Sam said anything about a prize, he then groaned. “Wilson.” He yelled Sam opened the window with a big grin, “what did I win?” he asked.

“Nothing, you were the idiot that decided to make it a contest without giving any rules or prizes.” You chuckled as Bucky steamed of anger.

“I told you not to listen to Sam.” You amused and Bucky glared at you this time, you grin.

Bucky sighed as you pulled him back inside the warm house, Peter and Steve watching a Christmas movie on the TV, along with Sam eating cookies on the floor beside the wrapped presents you had been wrapping all day.

“Awe, look at our children.” Steve grinned before looking back at the screen, White Christmas being on.

“I don’t like any of them,” Bucky grumbled making Peter gives a noise of complaint, you hit his chest playfully and Bucky sighed. “Fine, none of my kids are getting presents from me still.” He leant down and kissed you briefly before moving to the kitchen.

You sighed, “Four children will be having a sad Christmas.” Sam, Peter and Steve all turned to you in shock, having got what you have said. Bucky made a huff of agreement with his head in the fridge.

Everyone looked at Bucky, waiting for him to get the news but he didn’t. He shuts the fridge and frowns at everyone looking at him, he looks at you for answers and you raise an eyebrow, he simply looks at his three friends. Three.

“Why did you say four?” He asked and you sighed, you were gonna have an actual child with a bigger child. It clicked together and you smiled, “WAIT. WAIT. I GET IT.” He ran over to you, lifting you up and spinning you around with excitement.

“He got it,” all three said at the same time before looking back to the TV.

Bucky set you down, placing his human hand on your stomach with a big grin, you could feel the happiness radiating off of him. You lifted his metal hand and placed that on your stomach too, despite his concern you held it there, kissing his jaw as he felt your tummy blinking in wonderment.

“We’re having a baby?” he asked and you nodded with a small smile.

(No one kill me but I haven’t done ANY Peter Parker Christmas things, I am sorry, decided that since he isn’t getting his own that I’ll feature him in this. I am really sorry, everything is pre-written, so I can’t just change. 

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“So, whilst the others were careening, a number of us were inland by a spring.
The sun climbs up over the top of the trees in just a way that it shines off the pool lighting up all around us. In that moment, a bird lands on the water massive, snow-white beast, big as a boar. To this day, I’ve never seen anything like it. Between the sun and the size of it, it just felt meaningful. The answer to a question I did not yet know how to ask. I told him that there were men in the east who would have seen in that bird the darkest of all omens, bringer of death. But then, there are other men near Clifton my my mother’s home who would’ve called it a sign of great fortune, an indication from the heavens that someone up there favored our endeavor together.”

IMAGINE: Being Cisco’s older sister and HR and Harry competing for your attention

“Coffee for the pretty lady” HR charmed his way into the room as he placed the coffee before you. He ignored the look of sheer disappointment mixed with cringe from your brother who had paused mid-sentence upon hearing the Harry doppelganger enter. You’d been here for a minimum of two days and already your brother had made observations about the quirky novelist.

“If she wanted coffee from a buffoon she would have asked.” Harry growled from where he stood in the opposite corner of the room. His eyes trained on his double. You smiled at the men. “Could you help me with this?” Harry trudged over almost removing you forcefully from the chair and dragging you away from his counterpart.

“Sure” you smiled at him reading the document. “From what I’m gathering from this, which isn’t much because like I said you’re far more intelligent than me. But you’re trying to alter the EMF gun programming so that it doesn’t stun but partially injure Meta-humans. To do that you’d need to have files on each individual Meta and their cells activity. Otherwise a shock to some could increase their strength” you remarked as you looked up at the man who towered over you.

“No, no. She doesn’t want to help you kill people. She’d much rather be talking with Francisco and me.” HR interrupted as he stood with you sandwiched between the two. It was like staring up at a spot the difference puzzle for you.

“Ok guys, my sister is not some dog you can use to give you attention. Now back away from the older Ramon and let her relax. She’s leaving to go back home tomorrow anyway so you’re little school boy crushes will have to stop” Cisco yelled above the loud staring competition the two doppelgangers were doing. The reaction from both of them was priceless, their mouths dropping and the shock realisation of the younger man’s words filling them.

“Let me buy you dinner?” They both said in unison, “No not you, she’ll wants to dinner with me.” It was freaky hearing them on the same level as you stepped out from in between them.

“Anyway, you can’t take her for dinner because you look like evil killer us.” HR grinned.

“So do you” Harry countered.

“I know, why don’t we all go and get dinner together” You informed them placing a hand on both their arms.

Bi men bloggers

I had a fan mail asking about bi men on tumblr, and I figured others would appreciate this info, too! Here’s my very incomplete list of popular bi men/demi-guy bloggers: 

Edited to add: 


@bisexual-books (1/3 of the mods)

@bisexualiity (I have no idea how I forgot him but this blog is excellent)
idk a short little McHanzo

prompt here from @otpprompts

Hanzo joined Overwatch for Genji. All of Overwatch was aware of the brother’s relationship.

It was never a silent ordeal. Their fights were loud and sharp, they were really trying but if there was one thing the Shimada’s shared were they were small angry men with VERY pointy weapons.

For the longest time Hanzo would fume and destroy many training bots after a fight while Genji meditated, Guilty anger fueled Hanzo longer then it took Zenyatta to calm Genji.

Hanzo just didn’t have the same outlet as Genji. So Genji decided to seek out the help of an older friend who kept him calm in the old Overwatch days.

“Gen, how do we know this would work?” McCree asked leaning on his door way as the cyborg crossed his arms.

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