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From a comrade who was at Charlottesville:

Took me a couple days but it’s time.
To anyone who watched Cville from a far, I want to remind you of something.
What that coward did plowing into a crowd of people from the safety of his car and then retreating to safety was not only an act of cowardice but an act of desperation. With 95% of news reports focusing on the attack, there has been very little coverage of how the rest of the day went for the Nazis, so consider this a PSA.

Make no mistake, Charlottesville was an unconditional defeat for the Nazis and the Fash. The day started out with hundreds of Nazis occupying Emancipation Park fully outfitted in makeshift riot gear and surrounded by a contingent of right wing militia in full battle rattle. It ended with 700+ antifascist protestors marching on the final 70 Nazis that were stupid enough to not leave the city. Antifascist demonstrators, outnumbered close to 4 to 1, literally fought an uphill battle through a single choke point against an army of assholes with shields, clubs, and a seemingly endless supply of OC spray with little more than our fists and our flags. The Nazis said they were going to hold Emancipation park and we choked them with their words. Within an hour, the park belonged to Charlottesville again, and the Fash were on the run in all directions. On multiple occasions I saw groups of maybe 5 or 6 protestors chasing off groups of Nazis five to eight times their size.

Festivities began at probably around 930 or 10 and by 1130, the entirety of downtown Cville belonged to Charlottesville, thanks to all of the various groups and individuals that came out to defend it. Once victory in the park was assured and the Nazis completed their general retreat, packed into their church vans and got the fuck out of dodge, all of the Cville defenders regrouped, rehydrated, and answered a call to defend a small group of protestors from approximately 70 Fash that were harassing them. We stepped off by the hundreds and marched with impunity through downtown with cheering from the sidewalks and the cars. About a block away from where the attack occurred, the bloc with which I was a part of converged with another contingent of antifascist protestors, bringing our total number to AT LEAST 700 (I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it were closer to 1,000).

That’s when the Nazis pulled out their Trump card to try to win the day. This cowardly piece of shit who’s name doesn’t even deserve being written couldn’t cope with the fact that his little group of friends had fucking lost. They came out expecting Berkeley 2 and left in bandages and shame. When the left suffers a defeat, we sit with it, accept it, and learn from it, but these assholes can’t accept that their shitty ‘master race’ is one of utter inferiority and resort to attacking innocent people from the safety of 4,000 pounds of metal.

And even in such a moment of horror, we came out on top. Faced with a situation that none of us expected, street medics and medically trained protestors responded in seconds by the dozens. The following hours long minutes were filled with the greatest acts of compassion for comrades that I have ever witnessed. Medics stayed cool, calm, and collected while providing life saving interventions and preparing accurate and complete patient assessments. By the time EMS arrived, early interventions were mostly complete, and prepared assessments were given allowing triage to be completed accurately but with haste, so that EMS could immediately begin evacing and transporting patients to higher care. It’s a devastating shame that our comrade and fellow worker Heather Heyer had to give the ultimate sacrifice for a cause in which they believed, but I have no doubt that if it weren’t for the actions of the first responders, there would have been several others that would suffer the same fate.

So with that, I would like to conclude this poorly thought out piece of writing with this: Consider the victims of Saturday’s attack. They weren’t a small isolated group of protestors, nor were they in the middle or rear ranks of the bloc marching to the final showdown of the day. They were in the very front. Our comrades were going to be the first to tell the final Nazis that their bullshit isn’t going to stand; not in Cville, not on the East Coast, not in America, and not on the entire fucking planet. Every single one of them is a hero of the highest degree, and don’t fucking forget that. From here on out, we each need to strive to be where they were, to be the tip of the spear against the rise of fascism in this country. So next time you here of a gathering of fascists, be it five or five-hundred, show up. Show up for yourself, show up for all victims of fascism past, present, and future, and show up for Heather Heyer and all our comrades at the front who risked life and limb for our cause and the greater good.

Prior to Saturday, prominent neonazi Richard Spencer said that Charlottesville was going to be a turning point; that “people are going to speak in terms of 'before Charlottesville’ and 'after Charlottesville’”. Let’s show him exactly what that means.

BTW: a group of crows is called a Black Floc


pairing: taegi | reader

genre: smut + polyamory with taegi

word count: 2,738

request: oral with yoongi + taehyung 

description: Finals week has you stressed, so your boyfriends decide to help you out. 


“You need to relax,” One set of words whispered against the shell of your ear, the harsh husk of his voice sending a violent thudding straight through the center of your chest. You turned to face the devilish curve of his feline lips, perfectly paired with darkened eyes that insinuated everything that he was thinking of in that moment. But you didn’t even have time to contemplate a response, a response that would have without a doubt been shaky and tortured, before a second set of words appeared.  

“Yeah, let us take care of you,” Was whispered in a deep timbre at the side of your neck, so low and lustful that it caused a string of delectable vibrations to scatter across your skin. You moved almost immediately at the sound of his voice, eyes catching the way his lips transformed into a boxy-smile.

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Tfw you’re watching a video and you see Jungkook looking vaguely in Jimin’s direction and you think ‘haha, I bet he’s looking at Jimin’ but you can’t prove it because he’s not in the shot and then you watch another video and he’s staring directly at him and you just think, ‘oh’

Why is no one talking about this?

(Note: this is a long-winded rant(?) about a genuinely minuscule thing that really is just an excuse to nerd out, so if you’re into that, too, keep reading! Otherwise, you might not be that impressed. )

Yup, still on the My Hero Academia bender. Followers may have picked up my obsession over this purple-haired character named Shinsou in particular, but let me tell you that this character has less than some 20 pages in the manga and less than 20 minutes of screen time in the anime and is already more nuanced, complex, and emotionally compelling in that time than most of the characters in the protagonist’s immediate circle.

There are character analyses out there that do a great job of explaining all those points (this is one of the best I’ve seen and you should probably read that first and come back:, but I want to point out a tiny detail that I feel like almost no one has explicitly brought up that says something so enormous about his character arc that, though redundant at this point, is such a small but lovingly crafted detail that it really encapsulates one of my favorite things about this series - subtle emotional storytelling.

Now, there’s mild spoilers for all this, but you REALLY should go watch/read this series at some point anyway. However, I wanted to point something out that’s unique to the anime adaptation. Though some details often get left out in the adaptation process or are edited to fit film storyboarding rather than comics, film has a distinct advantage over manga in two areas - color and space.

Now, the entire point of Shinsou and Midoriya’s duel in the Tournament Arc was to draw multiple direct parallels to each character and highlight the major and really only significant difference between them - luck. In the end, both must fight an uphill battle above and beyond what would be expected of them to achieve their dream; but unlike Midoriya, Shinsou loses and his dreams are dashed. He’s no longer just disillusioned with the popularity games of hero society - he becomes discouraged and disheartened completely from having every last effort and every last plan easily pushed aside from someone more fortunate than him despite his efforts to appear confident and intimidating and to put his rivals off-balance.

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Midoriya knows exactly the kind of struggle Shinsou has been through, and half the battle was to keep himself from trying to comfort Shinsou, not just because of All Might’s secret, but because they were rivals fighting for their own individual dreams, and attempting to help him would have resulted in Midoriya losing the match and the tournament. He also knew that after the fact there was nothing he could have said to Shinsou that would have given him comfort. Despite every amazing effort, he would once again be put down - the loser who just has to deal with the cruel reality of life.

Okay, nerd analysis time!

MHA is amazing at being emotionally compelling. They hit just the right line of performance, framing, and music to make you feel exactly what it wants you to. The example in particular I want to bring up is this scene (that legit put my husband -who is very much a “manly man”- in tears when he watched it).

Originally posted by cloud-and-tifa

At this point, Midoriya is told by the person he looks up to and admires more than literally anyone else in the world that regardless of his past inability to even come close to reaching his goals he still had the power to become a hero because of something beside and far beyond just having a powerful quirk.

And Midoriya is broken and in tears.

The cherry blossoms are a detail unique to the anime regarding this scene (Chapter 1) and really serve to add to the drama of it - particularly because of the saturation of color and the cultural significance of the Japanese sakura: the beauty and fleeting nature of youth, the coming of spring, and renewal. The Japanese consider the falling of the cherry blossoms to be a reminder that “it’s time to pay attention to what’s happening right now!”

Midoriya has finally experienced his own blossoming as a hero. Based on the scene in this episode and the direction the petals are falling insinuate that this feeling is all around him. His hero is standing over him and telling him that he can become just as great as he is. Everything at that moment has come together to recognize his dream.

Fast forward to Shinsou’s flashback at the tournament:

Originally posted by lawlu

Absolutely the cherry blossoms are there, and it’s even clear in the manga that there are cherry blossoms outside the class window. However, what happens in this scene is that Shinsou recollects a point in his life that he considers to be the epitome of his struggle.

“Whoa, Shinsou! That’s a really cool quirk! Just don’t use it on us and make us your slaves, okay?”

“Heh, everybody says that…” 

And the scene goes grey. This should have been his chance to break out and come closer to his dream, but that wasn’t the case. No color, no focus- just a blurred, painful memory to encapsulate the seemingly inescapable feeling of defeat as he lays on the ground, out of bounds, so close but yet so far once again…

And then-


“You’re amazing, Shinsou!”

“You’re the shining star of General Studies!”

“His quirk is so powerful and can be so useful in capturing villains!”

“What a waste that he’s stuck in General Studies!”

“I wish I had a quirk like that!”

Originally posted by allenzwalker

No “what a scary quirk” or “I hope he doesn’t use it for his own purposes”! Just:

“Look at what an amazing hero he could be!”

Originally posted by sajoou

Did you see it?

There isn’t a cherry tree for miles around this arena. Everything for so long has been against him from the start. The fire inside him has all but been snuffed out yet again. This should be like every other disappointment he’s had to endure, and yet somehow it isn’t - against every odd.

He may have lost. He may have fallen short, but his real goal has been realized. He’s been seen. It’s time to pay attention to what’s happening right now.  Shinsou has blossomed.

It’s not as flashy or spectacular as Midoriya’s, but it’s just as significant. In fact, it’s exactly the same, regardless of how big it shows on the outside - Midoriya and Shinsou are the same, and they’ve both made it.

Again, this detail of the single petal falling isn’t in the manga (Chapter 34), but it was even more emotionally impactful to me than Midoriya’s awakening because I immediately saw the parallel. I feel that many did, too; but the choice to have the one fall into frame hit me where it counted. It almost wasn’t there, but it was!

I’m done rambling at this point, but really if you haven’t at least checked out this series yet, I highly encourage you to - even if you don’t like normally like anime! Most of the elements that tend to put me off of a lot of popular series are minimal or non-existent, and though it still uses major tropes in the shonen genre it has a tendency to go above and beyond philosophically, intellectually, and emotionally than it has to. It’s not a good anime. It’s a well-written and impactful story!

Crystal and Stone Cuts

How Different Shapes Can Influence Energy Flow

By Rainy-Day-Witchcraft

This post a little spinoff from my “Explaining Crystal Healing” post, and describes how energy is directed throughout a stone based on the different, both cut and raw, shapes of gemstones. Enjoy ♡

  • Natural Point(s)⌇Best used when energy is meant to be concentrated and pointed in a specific direction. If a stone has more than one point, the energy will also tend to be directed in those multiple directions. Larger points make wonderful wands!
  • Grounded Point/Obelisk⌇Stronger version of the (natural) pointed stone, as the bottom of an obilisk-shaped crystal is flat, and allowing for a more grounded directional energy. Because these are meant to be placed standing and pointing upwards, they are best used when energy is needed to be pointed up from a flat surface.
  • Double-Terminated⌇Think of these cuts as having two poles, like the earth, moving energy in a elongated sphere around the crystal. Energy is taken in by each point and added to the ‘bubble’ of energy the crystal can work with.
  • Tumbled⌇Crystals and stones that have been tumbled (yet not quite into a perfect sphere) will have energy that softly emits in all directions, sometimes directionally varied if the stone is a little more abstractly shaped.
  • Natural/Raw⌇Energy flow with naturally shaped and formed stones, while being stronger than man-made stones, tends to be more sporadic than smoother or more even stones (unless, of course, the stone forms naturally with a smooth texture). Energy flow depends on the shape and texture of each mineral - Rough, cubed, pointed, etc.
  • Faceted/Multiple-Faced⌇Energy in and around faceted gemstones, such as those commonly used in jewelry, will be given off similarly to how a mirror or glass pane reflects/directs light; In this example, think of each face of the stone as glass, and energy as the light. This method of energy flow also applies to multiple-faced, non-pointed stones, such as some varieties of raw minerals that grow with cubed or edged faces.
  • Spherical⌇Crystal balls and spheres will give off energy in an evenly distributed way, as you expect a perfect sphere would. Spherical gemstones that are translucent and able to focus light (similarly to how a magnifying class can focus sunlight) can also direct energy in one direction if used in certain ways.
  • “Palm” Stone⌇Palm stones are similar to spherical stones in that they emit energy in a constant way, though these stones are more grounded. Because of their grounded nature and palm-like shape, these types of stones are ideal for emotional healing, grounding, or stress.
  • Worry Stone⌇Worry stones are created to, just as the name suggests, decrease or eliminate worry! These are made to work a bit differently than others; the piezoelectric energy of the stone is made to be given off as a trigger to physical touching or rubbing one’s thumb on the slightly concaved area of the stone. Besides metaphysical healing purposes, these are also made to give a person something do fiddle with in their hands to take the mind off worry.

lots of houses without planets = directive and natural talent, ability to master skills, concentrated interests, the depth experience of certain matters, more direction, focus, and comprehension of the world, a decipherable life experience, highly sensitive and responsive to these areas 

planets occupying most of the houses (like a splash chart) = the ability to see and experience multiple perspectives, directive confusion, lack of predictability, learns quickly but isn’t given time for much depth, can be rattled by the level of unassociated circumstances and experiences

So like, a few years ago, I was on this holiday in Wales.

And it was pretty nice, my family go there a lot, we stay in a caravan or sometimes like a little bed and breakfast and we just relax and have a nice time, like a week off from everything.

But this one year we were looking through this rack of leaflets about tourist destinations and we found this zoo, Folly Farm, which is really nice and you can see it at

And they had orangutans at the time, but they don’t any more, as you can see on the list of animals they have on their website. My brother likes orangutans a LOT.

So we thought yeah great let’s take a trip to see some animals because the only other zoo any of us have been to is the one in Chester which is fine but we’ve seen it all, we wanna see some new fresh animal friends.

The way there was fun, we took a coach with lots of Welsh families on a day trip and we made a few friends and we still keep in contact with the driver.

Then we got there and that’s when the problems started. My little brother, who was eleven at the time, ran off by himself almost immediately. We couldn’t find him and so we had to split up to search multiple directions like we were in scooby doo or something.

After a couple of minutes, I found him by the orangutans. But he wasn’t just looking at him. He was fucking IN THERE with them, just chilling. I didn’t want to get him in trouble by calling an attendant so I just had to go in there myself and try to get him out. I say try because it was almost impossible. According to him, the orangutans were his friends, and they didn’t like the zoo, and they just wanted to go on a day out themselves. I asked what the fuck he was talking about but before I could drag him out of the enclosure he had run away with one of the orangutans.

I gave chase, of course, but they were incredibly fast. He barreled through the entire zoo with the orangutan in tow, and made it all the way back to the coach. He dived on, and shouted at the driver to GO, GO, GO.

In all my life I’ve never seen something so ridiculous. The moment the driver actually listened, and pulled away, actually driving down the fucking road with a kid and an orangutan just because he was told to and I guess he thought he was being helpful- that was the silliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Thankfully, my stepdad saw it too, and a zoo employee ran over, red faced and panting and panicking. We got in the employee’s car and followed the coach. We wanted to call the police to help but none of us could get phone signal because, like, idk, large swathes of south Wales exist in a different era or dimension of time I guess.

We followed the coach for four hours. Across practically the entirety of Wales. All the way from Pembrokeshire to fucking Rhyl. From the south coast to the north. Honestly, if we’d just kept going it wouldn’t have taken us much longer to get home to Liverpool. We travelled so fucking far in chase of this orangutan, my brother and a recklessly helpful coach driver and every moment of the journey is burned into my mind forever.

This absurd journey finally resolved itself when we got to the white rose shopping centre in Rhyl. Apparently all the zoo animals are fitted with a tracking chip and as we approached Rhyl the zoo had finally managed to contact the police who pulled the coach over and sorted out the whole situation.

We weren’t even angry. Honestly, seeing my little brother again after all that time just made me laugh. We all did. Except the orangutan because I don’t think orangutans can laugh.

But, anyway, the resolution of the story is that folly farm can’t keep orangutans any more because of the lack of security around their enclosure. Nobody got in any legal trouble because the situation was so absurd nobody knew what to do. We left Wales together, and we reminisce on the story at least once a year. I’m just glad we left our mark, even if our legacy is totally bizarre and unbelievable.

Because the zoo, the police in North Wales and practically all of Pembrokeshire have a name for my brother and the coach driver now. A fitting nickname, one that truly captures the essence of what they did, and what they’ll always be remembered for.

They’re known as the Ape-Rhyl Fools.


               “Stupid ghosts and their lack of respect for personal space.” Harry complained as he pulled the invisibility cloak around him tighter. He couldn’t believe how creepy Myrtle was. Her odd crush hadn’t disappeared and that was made painfully obvious during the travesty that was his bath.

                Although, none of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for Cedric.

                “Stupid prefects with their perfect hair and vague clues.” Couldn’t the Hufflepuff had just told him what the clue was? It wasn’t as if he had just told Cedric, ‘Oh, by the way, here’s this roundabout answer to the first task. Take a walk through the forest and mull it over.’ Where was the justice? It was almost like the older boy was trying to make this complicated.

                Harry rushed out of one of the secret passageways and made his way towards the Black lake. He knew it was pretty late but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to figure out this clue anywhere where Myrtle could spy on him. That was an experience he was not willing to repeat.

                The darkness of the night was soothing in ways that he wished his day-to-day life was. The still air and rippling waters of the Black lake were calming and enticing. Harry looked around as he quickly disrobed and stepped into the shallow parts of the lake. It was cold and made him question if this was worth it but the thought of having to go back to Cedric and admit defeat was not an option.

                With a deep breath and a firm resolve, Harry dunked under the water and opened the egg. He dropped it in surprise when instead of the horrible screeching he expected, soft music emitted.

Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.

                What did that mean? They can’t sing above the ground? Who can’t? He decided to leave the egg there for a moment as he went back up for air. ‘We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss.’ So, they were thieves too? Material possessions weren’t really important to him. So, he was kind of tempted to tell whoever they were to just keep it and let him pass on. Did that count as a bribe? No one ever really said bribes were cheating, did they?

                The rest of what had been said was lost in his mind so he went back under to hear it again. Only… the egg wasn’t where he had left it.

                Harry tried squinting but it was dark, very dark. He could barely see his own hand in front of him, not to mention his eye sight was horrible to begin with. He craned his head in multiple directions, hoping to see if it had rolled some. A nasty, sinking feeling of dread filled him when the search was becoming futile. Had he lost it? Oh Merlin. It would be just his luck if he had really lost it.

                Just when he was about to give up, a flash of gold had him jumping forward, quickly reaching out for the egg. Before he could get a grasp on the egg, it started to slide amongst the sand and move just out of his reach.

                Harry reluctantly had to go back up for air once more. He barely gave himself enough time to gasp and allow his lungs to refill before he was diving back down. Fortunately, the strength of his dive was right on top of the egg. Unfortunately, someone was already there.

                The shock of another face inches from his own, had Harry’s mouth dropping open in surprise. Which led to an intake of water into his lungs and a spluttering of panic as he choked. His mind barely registered the alarm in the stranger’s eyes as a strong grip pulled him to an equally strong chest. A warm hand lifted him up and placed his own arms around the stranger’s neck.

                An odd noise was the first thing that registered the moment he was out of the water and able to breathe. It took a few breaths before Harry realized that it was the same sound that had been coming from the egg.

                A hard slap to his back had him coughing up water that had gotten lodged in his airways. There was a soft whisper of the same language, it almost sounded like a coo, as if the stranger was trying to calm him down.

                When Harry felt calm enough to look up, his newly regained breath left him in a whoosh at the sight of his savior.

                A boy nearly his own age was staring down at Harry with open curiosity, soft grey eyes with intricate shades were gleaming in the moonlight. Nearly white blonde hair was framed around strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was pale, so pale Harry wondered if he had ever been in the sun before. There was something so ethereal about the boy’s appearance that Harry knew he wasn’t fully human, if human at all.

                “Beautiful.” Harry whispered without meaning to but couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed.

                A sparkling inside those breathtaking eyes let Harry know that the boy must have understood what he was saying.

                There was a slight splash and it was as if everything slotted into place inside his mind. The mermaid on the bathroom window, the voices that can’t sing above the water and the easy way the boy maneuvered the water.

                “You are a mermaid.”

                “You are slow.” At first Harry thought that was a reprimand for his abilities to swim but he realized by the smirk on the boy’s face that it was an insult for his mental abilities.


                The mermaid tilted his head to the side. “That one… confuses me.”

                Harry grinned widely as he shook his head. “What’s your name?” He lifted one hand from the boy’s neck and placed a single finger on his chest, gesturing to him, hoping that would explain things. Belatedly, he realized that he was still being held by the mermaid but neither one of them were quick to move.  

                The response wasn’t in English and had him realizing that it was Mermish. Which he didn’t have a single hope of translating or even repeating.  “Is there something that sounds close, something that I can call you?”


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TMNT Raph x Reader - Raph’s Karma

OKAY SO I HAD THIS IDEA its set as like a hybrid of the 2012 and the 2016 worlds where the turtles start off as relatively short as in 5'2 like in the 2012 series and then over like 8 months they have like this exponential growth period where its one mother fucker of a growth spurt and they turn into Bay turtle height and build and stuff.

 WARNINGS- cursing, the limbo between platonic fluff and romance that does your head in, typos (typing it up on my phone), its pretty lengthy 

“Hey, Short-Stack,” you call, eyes skimming over the figure reclining on the couch. 

There’s the slightest growl in response as the terrapin turns onto his side, facing away from you. You knew he was awake, he’d been pretending to sleep for about an hour now. He’d been too still, you knew the way he slept. Raph was prone to tossing and turning unless he has something to hold, (a pillow or a blanket for example). A small smirk slides onto your face as you transfer your attention from the pinball machine to your favourite turtle.“Pickle-Bean, wanna join?” 

 “What the fuck is a Pickle-Bean?” Raph exclaims, rolling over to face you before throwing his hands up in frustration at your teasing. He stands up, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and rage as he walks towards you. “Seriously, do you even think before you say shit like that?” 

 You narrow your eyes playfully as he comes to a halt a couple feet before you. Standing to your feet, you smirk at the couple inches of height that you have over him. “First of all, watch your language. You’re not tall enough to get onto the teacup ride at an amusement park let alone be swearing like a crack-addict suffering withdrawals,” you say, raising an eyebrow towards the end of your point. “ Secondly, ‘Pickle’ is pretty self explanatory and ‘Bean’ I thought was fitting ‘cos you’re like a smol bean but one that has excessively violent tendencies.” 

 Raphael blinks as he slowly registers both the multiple direct and indirect insults thrown in his direction. You watch as his cheeks redden and his fingers twitch towards the sais strapped to his hips. You’d be intimidated if you didn’t think he looked like an angry Chihuahua barking at a Pit-bull. You weren’t stupid, you knew he’d knock you on your ass in a fight but you aren’t weak and you’d beaten him in an arm wrestle more than once so you like to think that counts towards something (granted, he was sick and incapable of even standing- but still).

“What do you want?” He questions, pulling his hands away from the handles of his sais. Your mouth quirks to imply that you’re impressed by his restraint.

“Considering this is my last week here before I’m shipped off in the name of education” you grimace at your own words, “I figured I should make use of my time with the friends I have here because chances are I won’t be making any over there.”

Raph’s jaw is tight as his hardened expression softens considerably. “Yeah,” he whispers. Your mouth opens and closes just as fast, unsure of how to respond to the almost vulnerable response. He blinks before clearing his throat, “I mean, yeah? Who said we were friends, you dork.”

“I took pity on your short ass, figured that a ninja your height must have some sort of a complex.” You stick your tongue out at him in which his eyes follow it’s movements subtly. A pink undertone travels beneath the skin of his cheeks as he shoves you out of the way lightly.

“I’ll still kick your ass,” Raph mutters as he pulls the lever to release the pinball. You eye him affectionately, noting how the blush still stains his face.

“Maybe…” you muse. Leaning in to whisper lowly in his ear, “that is if you can even reach it.”

8 Months Later

You slide down the grimy ladder, residual moss making a point to leave slime coating your skin. You resist the urge to gag as you wipe your palms against your jeans. You’d almost forgotten just how much you hated this part of going to the lair. The sewer lines never failed to remind you of the movie ‘It’, hence why you’ve always asked for a turtle to meet you at the entry whenever you were visiting.

Speaking of, you’re slightly disappointed that no one has come to meet you. You’d reached out earlier to Leo, informing him of your arrival and your plans to come visit them soon. You had made the mistake of assuming they’d send someone to meet you as was routine, after eight months you guess it was a little silly to have made that assumption.

A puddle behind you is disturbed, a loud and deliberate splash resounding off the walls of the tunnel. You spin around, eyes wide and heart pounding within your chest. The area facing your back is mostly shrouded in darkness, but you can see the faint outline of a large silhouette hidden neatly in the shadows. Had you not been accustomed to spotting this you would have not noticed. Unfortunately, you did.

Your breath catches in your throat, a loud gasp slipping from your lips. You stumble back immediately craving distance. “I see you,” you state shakily.

There’s a thick silence.

“I let you.” His voice is loud, raw and holds elements of instability. You blink, a shiver running down your spine. His tone was both entirely familiar and painstakingly alien to you, leaving you in a flurry of disorientation.

“Step into the light.” You say, daringly.

And so, the beast obeys. 6′8 feet of raw strength and power is unveiled by the dim lighting. Your heart leaps into your throat as he approaches you, your gaze struggling to drink in his expanse.

You catch sight of the all too familiar smirk gracing the creature’s lips. Then the eyes, while a different colour, still vibrant with a familiar soul behind them. Finally, you see the bandanna. Red. 

Your jaw drops.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” The voice is playfully mocking, however the new deep quality made it so much more sensual than you remembered. He moves forward, leaning down to shorten the distance between your faces. Your eyes are wide, roaming over his features unashamedly. A large finger gently pushes your jaw closed from beneath your chin.

“You know,” he muses. His mouth is by your ear now. “I think I’m fully equipped to give you that ass-kicking now.”

Originally posted by mondogecko



(Reposting this so it’s under my new blog name)

I’ve long been kind of annoyed with the traditional circle-with-lines-coming-off-it design. Its round but not round, a little too on the nose and imho kinda blasé. I decided to deconstruct it and make it a bit more visually appealing.

I also felt in these fucked up times a better symbol was needed for trans resistance and insurrection. Easy to recreate, memorable, visually impacting.

The break down is of course the masculine and feminine symbol for trans men and women, the combined symbol for genderqueer identities and the circle crossed by the lines for nonbinary genders. The direction of the lines implies movement, striking out in multiple directions.
Included above are a black on white and white on black version with a circle border as well as the glyph itself. The images are 17″x17″ @ 500dpi so if you want you can make stuff and it should be crisp. And because I’m leftist trash have some flags!

ALSO: PLEASE SPREAD THIS!!! I want this symbol and it’s ideal to be spread far and wide. I want people to know what it means and that trans people will no longer be forced to reside on the margins of society. We are here, and we are going to fight for our lives with all we have. So long as you’re art/group/statement keeps with these ideals and those of liberation for all trans people (keep it intersectional, folx) then use it! Let me know if you do (tag me/link to this post) cause I wanna see!

Enjoy, and keep fighting 💖

anonymous asked:

do you have any good plont blogs or online resources recommendations ? i'm trying to educate myself but i'm too broke to buy new books and the bookstores in my city are really, really tired of me reading inside.

This is In Defense of Plants, an AMAZING botany podcast hosted by a botany grad student in Illinois named Matt!!!

every episode, Matt Candeias brings on new plant people and interviews them about their job/research in the world of botany. they literally just talk about plants for 30-60 minutes, and it covers a wide range of super cool topics and professions in botany and isn’t terribly technical; things are explained in layman’s terms for the everyday listener, which makes it an easy listen. 

People are ask me a lot how to get into Botany/good resources to use to learn a little more, and this is an AMAZING place to start; it gives a diverse set of viewpoints and topics so you can find something you’re most interested in, while learning about plants on a general spectrum. there are also discussions on research, science, and how to build a career in botany, and each professional is asked what path they took to get into their research and job. some have been doing this their whole lives, others changed directions multiple times before settling. again, amazing. HIGHLY recommend. 

There are around 120 episodes to choose from so far, and all of them are free to listen and available through several different podcast sites (including itunes!). 

my faves so far (in no particular order):

Ep. 68 - From Seed to Orchid: A Behind the Scenes Look at Orchid Conservation

Growing orchids from seed is no simple task. It’s not a matter of throwing seeds in soil and waiting for nature to take its course. That is where people like Matt Richards come in. Using specific laboratory techniques, Matt has made a career out of propagating rare and endangered orchids from all over the world…

Ep. 71 - Nepenthes and Other Botanical Treasures with Stewart McPherson

Getting bit by the carnivorous plant bug can lead to a lifelong obsession with these botanical wonders. That is exactly what has happened to Stewart McPherson. He has dedicated his life to finding, photographing, and naming these amazing organisms. He is especially fond of the tropical pitcher plants in the genus Nepenthes. Over the last decade Stewart has explored some of the most remote corners of the globe in search of these plants…

Ep. 76 - Broomrapes: A Celebration of an Interesting Family of Parasitic Plants

Parasites have earned themselves a bad reputation in our society. We often see them as nauseating freeloaders. This could not be farther from the truth. More and more we are starting to realize just how important parasites are in any given ecosystem. Not only do they promote and maintain biodiversity, they also serve as vital indicators of ecosystem health…

Ep. 79 - A Lifetime With Orchids

Today we are joined by Tom Mirenda. Tom has the unique position of Orchid Collections Specialist for the Smithsonian Institute. At somewhere around 8,000 plants, this is no small task. He has spent his life loving and caring for orchids and when he is not doing that, he is busy lecturing and writing about them. This is a wonderful case in which a passionate hobby has turned into an illustrious career centered around these incredible organisms…

Ep. 86 - Plant Propagation at Kew

Personally, I think plant propagation is one of the most important skills anyone can have. That is why I was so excited to talk with my guest this week. Rebecca Hilgenhof is a Botanical Horticulturist at the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew. She has the charmed position of propagation a bewildering variety of plants both for conservation and education…

Ep. 96 - Guam’s Changing Forests

Guam is a sort of poster child for invasive species. Following the accidental introduction of the brown tree snake, this tiny Pacific Island lost nearly all of its bird populations. With them went all of the ecosystem services they performed. Joining us today is Dr. Haldre Rogers of Iowa State University to talk about some of the ramifications of this ecological upheaval. As you will soon find out, the loss of birds is felt throughout the entire forest ecosystem…

Ep. 104 - Rock gardens, alpines, and aquatics, oh my!

I don’t think I have to say that my favorite people are plant people. Joining us today is Tom Freeth, the man in charge of the rock, alpine, and aquatic gardens at the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew. Tom has devoted his life to growing and understanding plants and has had an amazing journey to get to where he is at today. He passion and interests come through in every word…

Matt also hosts a youtube version where he goes on various plant adventures and wrote a short article about IDOP for Plant Science Today!!!

If you would like to donate to help him out on his plant education mission, IDOP also has a Patreon, and you can buy stickers here!!

Daddy (M) ~ Jungkook

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rated: M

Word Count: 950 words

Summary: Jungkook and (Y/N) finally get some time away from the kids and Jungkook is excited to get down to business.


Jungkook’s hand held onto your waist as his head landed on your shoulder. You waved at your two young children, climbing into the car with their grandma. Jungkook’s mom offered to take care of them over the weekend and lightly hinted at letting you and Jungkook have some ‘alone time’. You both watched as she strapped them in the backseat, making sure their car seats were correctly locked in place and then made her way to the driver’s side.

“Have fun you two!” She waved, flashing you two a bright smile. “Bye, mom! Drive safe!” You and Jungkook both reply. She nods and goes on her way with your two children.

Before you could even say something Jungkook slams the front door shut and sighs, “Fucking finally!” You laugh and turn to him, “Someone’s impatient.”

“Oh kitten,” he bites his lip, “you don’t even know how needy I am for you right now.”

Jungkook quickly grabs you and lifts you up causing you to giggle. Your legs wrap around his waist as he presses your back against the wall. “It’s about time we’re alone. I’ve missed you,” he says, leaning in and beginning to place soft kisses all over your neck.

“I missed your little whimpers, your moans, how loud you can get when I fuck you hard and fast. And especially the way it sounds when you say my name.”

“But daddy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair. He lets out a sigh as you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging on it as he bites down on the soft skin of your neck. “Can you be a good girl for me baby?” He asks, sucking on the skin to leave a dark purple mark right at the base of your neck.

“Yes daddy,” you nod. Jungkook’s lips latch onto yours as he carries you down the hall to your shared bedroom. His fingers quickly hook underneath the waistband of your shorts, quickly pulling them off along with your panties. His hands grab your hips and spread them open, watching as some of your wetness slides out from your folds, sliding onto the sheets underneath you. Quickly getting to business, Jungkook leans down and licks right from your opening to your clit. He smirks as you moan, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets. His tongue circles your clit before sucking it into his mouth, “God you taste so good.”

He continues these movements, slowly licking and then sucking on your clit roughly, causing you to buck your hips into his mouth. His fingers hold open your folds as he gives you multiple direct licks to your clit. You gasp, hands flying to his hair and pushing him down against your clit, a silent beg for more. He laughs a little but continues his abuse on your very sensitive clit. Your hips stutter as your orgasm approaches, moving against his tongue to push yourself over the edge. With one last gasp of air, you cum. Jungkook moans as he licks the sweet tasting cum from your opening, enjoying the reward of making you orgasm.

“Please Jungkook..!” you cry, trying to push his head away from you as he continues to suck on your clit. Your next orgasm was approaching quickly and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to handle it. His fingers slid into you with ease, curling right against your g-spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You gasped as you released against his mouth again, clit throbbing as your walls tightened around Jungkook’s fingers. He lets you ride out your orgasm before pulling away with very messy hair. “You’re a mess,” you giggle through shaky breaths. “Kitten, you gotta see yourself then.”

Jungkook quickly undresses, too impatient to tease you. His cock lines up with your soaking wet entrance and he pushes in slowly, careful not to hurt you. He starts off slow, thrusting into you at a steady pace while kissing your neck, leaving bright red and dark purple marks all over the skin.

“Oh my god, daddy please, harder,” you beg, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook lets out a low groan as your legs wrap around his waist as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster. Pornographic moans could be heard throughout the house as he fucked you into oblivion. He lets out a small whimper as you tug on his hair, “Do that again baby.”

Your fingers run through his soft, dark hair, tugging on it as his hands gripped your hips while he fucked you. “A-ah, Jungkook! Don’t stop! Daddy, please!” you cry, hand moving down to your throbbing clit to help you reach your orgasm even quicker.

“Oh please Daddy I’m gonna cum! Oh, please, please, please,” you beg. Jungkook gives you a slight nod as he continues to chase his orgasm. He lets out a high whimper when he feels your walls tighten around his cock, milking him of his orgasm.

He releases inside of you, letting out a loud moan as his legs shake at the immense amount of pleasure. His head rests on your chest as he catches his breath, slowly calming down from the hard orgasm. “Oh my fucking god,” he laughs looking down at the mess between your legs.

“Holy shit,” he shakes his head, “that is amazing.”

You blush as he spreads open your sore leg, admiring the large mess. “Stop looking at it and clean it up!” you whine, pushing his hand away. He bites his lip as he lifts himself up and moves down to your clit, softly blowing on it. You shiver as you feel his tongue run over your clit, “As you wish baby girl.”

I’m trying to close all my tabs on my browser before going to bed, and I had this NPR article open on the Trump-Russia investigation. This bit was particularly interesting, I thought:

All These Lawyers Are Getting Expensive

President Trump and several administration officials have retained their own lawyers in the Russia matter, and all that advice is not cheap. So donors are covering the costs: The Republican National Committee has directed more than $427,000 to attorneys representing Trump and Donald Trump Jr., Matea Gold reported in the Washington Post.

Separately, family members of former Trump national security adviser Mike Flynn announced on Monday that they have set up a legal defense fund to help Flynn continue to pay the lawyers helping him in the Russia matter. Joe Flynn and Barbara Redgate, Flynn’s brother and sister, made a case based on Flynn’s record of service.

“Mike devoted 33 years of his life to our country serving in the United States Army, spending years away from his family while he fought this nation’s battles overseas, including the war on terror,” they wrote.

[The Russia Investigations: Bad Week For Manafort, Social Networks In The Hot Seat – NPR]

So basically, the Republicans are literally crowdfunding their legal defense for the Russia investigation, aka “begging” for money. Meanwhile, they’re out here cutting back on welfare and healthcare, which affects literally the most vulnerable people in the country, all without a single shred of irony. All while their supporters continue to lap up this shit.

I followed up with the Washington Post article referred to in this blurb, and it had this to say:

The Republican National Committee is using a pool of money stockpiled for election recounts and other legal matters to pay for President Trump’s ballooning lawyer fees related to the multiple Russia investigations, directing more than $427,000 so far to lawyers representing him and his eldest son, party officials confirmed Tuesday. […]

RNC officials concluded that it is permissible for the party to pay for the president’s legal fees, according to a person familiar with the conversations. Separately, party and administration officials are working to determine whether executive branch staff members, who must comply with gift rules, could have their legal fees defrayed by the RNC or private legal defense funds. […]

Trump’s reelection committee — which is largely financed by small donors — has also directed to money to lawyers dealing with the Russia investigations. Such payments are permitted under federal law, as long as the legal expenses resulted from campaign activity. […]

It remains unknown whether Trump, who has said he is worth billions, is personally paying any of his legal expenses. White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders did not respond to a question about whether the president is helping defray the costs.

[RNC taps legal account to help pay for lawyers for President Trump and son Donald Jr. in Russia probes – Washington Post]

TL;DR: Trump et al.’s legal defense for the Russia investigation is literally being crowdfunded by private donors and the RNC/campaign donations. Even though these people can absolutely afford their legal fees.

But yeah, sure, people asking for money on Tumblr are the only people who are lazy and expecting handouts.

Edmund in the morning includes:

• Messy and naturally soft hair (sometimes tangled), it either sticks out in multiple directions or is flatter than a pancake.

• Deep and scratchy voice = turn on.

• He has slightly cracked lips that he’s licking constantly and peeling off its dry skin with his teeth.

• He has specific moments with you and when he smiles, it’s a smile that shows he’s just truly happy.

• He loves waking up to holding you and he pulls you closer like he’s a cute teddy bear.

• You kiss his nose WAY too much