my boyfriend is brilliant

Lemme just talk about Targets diversity and acceptance. A black man. A Hispanic man. A white child. A two-man relationship raising a healthy baby boy with love. I’m so glad that target doesn’t give a fuck about social “norms” and came to the game with no fucks about who it offends or if they lose business. Its beautiful. It’s different. Its brilliant. I’m all for it. My boyfriend works for target and they’re a really good.company to their employees too. Yay target!

I am intrigued by the supposition that if someone behaves badly after you’ve hired them, and then you fire them, you are to blame for hiring them in the first place because you should have known that they would behave like that. It really is one of the most breathtakingly oblivious examples of sexist reasoning that I’ve seen in quite a while: the notion that a woman is more responsible for a man’s behavior than the man himself.

Backpack | JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jkguks

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: humour (?) & fluff | 

length: 1k

summary: when paparazzi show up during a cute date, Jeongguk wants nothing more than to hide you away. In that case, he suggests his ever-so-faithful backpack.


“Get in the bag,” Jeongguk says.

“Excuse me?”

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smol-beansean  asked:

I'm so fucking gay for Stephanie she looked so fucking good wow I'm gay.

You know what that one time when Matt said ‘how many girls have you seduced, huh Steph?’ It was like,,,

All of them.

Matt.

All of them.

Stephanie has absolutely seduced dozens, if not hundreds, of ladies and femmes and she could probably seduce all of them if she wanted to.

Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.

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Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

If You’re Not Averse...

Part 2! :) 

Greg walked up to the ornate house, swallowing harshly. His fingers clasped the strings of the red gift bag at his side, nervously raising and lowering it in a stressful fashion. He had no idea what to buy Mycroft Holmes for a Valentine’s Day present; he hoped the other man liked what he’d gotten him. He readjusted his charcoal suit, fluffing his hair and fixing his tie. Before he knocked on the door, Mycroft was already hauling it open and hauling Greg inside, drawing him into a sweet kiss.

When it ended, Greg smiled at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Myc.” He said with a charming smile, proffering the bag to his boyfriend. “It’s not much, but you’re a difficult man to shop for.”

Mycroft chuckled softly and took the bag from the other man, not yet opening it. “Yours is in the kitchen. Come on.” He said, turning on his heel and leading the other man deeper into the house.

When Greg entered the kitchen, he noticed how spotless it was. Mycroft had cleaned the house for this very occasion. Everything was put away as it should have been, except for a small lidded cake plate in the middle of the table. Greg furrowed his brow and glanced at Mycroft.

“Go ahead. That’s your gift, Gregory.” Mycroft said, stepping to the side to let the other man open it. He glanced at the bag in his hand, but he wanted to see Lestrade’s reaction to the cake first. Greg removed the lid from the platter and his eyes widened.

“Whoa…” He gasped, licking his lips as he saw it. “D-did you make this, from scratch?” He glanced up at Mycroft, who had suddenly started blushing. He nodded.

“Do you like it?” Mycroft asked. “Everything I thought about buying you seemed wrong, and since you’re such a great cook I thought, maybe I could tr—

Mycroft never finished his sentence, as it was cut off by Greg’s lips against his. Greg steered him back against the countertop, holding him there and kissing him roughly, but sweetly. The impact was enough to knock the gift bag from Mycroft’s hand.

The passion flowed from the both of them, and Greg grinned into the kiss, drawing away with a chuckle. Mycroft raised his brows. “Should I take that as a yes?” He said, scratching his face a little as Greg turned back to the cake.

“You didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I know you don’t cook that often, let alone bake such an elaborate cake.” Greg’s gaze was positively overflowing with affection at this point.

Mycroft shrugged and waved a hand. “It wasn’t a problem, honestly.” Luckily, years of being a Holmes and acting as the British Government made him an expert liar. Greg whistled, impressed.

“I love it. Thank you. I can’t wait to taste it… if it’s anywhere near as good as the chef, it should be positively exquisite. It’s your turn to open your gift now, Myc.”

Myc glanced at the bag he had been holding, bending over to pick it up. He reached into the bag and withdrew a DVD case. He glanced down at it and saw the title, Roman Holiday. It was a romantic film from the 1950s starring Audrey Hepburn, and it was one of his favorite films of all time. But that wasn’t all; it was a collector’s, platinum edition complete with bonus featurettes and scenes. Mycroft beamed as he looked on it.

“Gregory… this is wonderful!” Mycroft exclaimed, gently enveloping the other man in a hug. “Is this the plan for our first Valentine’s Day, cake and a film?”

“I don’t see why we have to go out and do anything over-the-top. Nights in with you are the best. But instead of watching the movie on your couch, let’s lie in bed and watch it together.” Greg winked at him, and before he could reply further, Mycroft was already dragging him upstairs to his bedroom. Mycroft didn’t have a TV in here, but he had his laptop, and cuddling with his boyfriend in his bed topped the entertainment experience of his home theater system anyway.

Before he opened the DVD case, he withdrew an envelope from his pocket with Greg’s name on it.

“What’s this?” He asked, about to open it. Mycroft tugged it away from him, biting back a smirk. “Not yet. Wait until after the movie.” Greg raised an eyebrow, but nodded as the other man played the film.

As their movie watching experiences went, they heard more of the movie than they saw. And after it was over, even though it was only early evening, they lay in bed together, their noses brushing against each other and their lips pressed together more times than they weren’t. The kisses trailed across each other’s face from their nose, to their cheeks, their jaws, and back to their lips. It was a wonderful night full of joy and affection. Then Mycroft stopped kissing Greg long enough to give him the envelope.

Greg tore into it and scanned the page.

My dear Gregory,

Normally, I am not one for soppy messages and letters of affection, but as I have said many times before, you are the exception to every rule. So here you are, my very first Valentine’s Day message, for my very first Valentine.

When you first asked me to dinner, I was very perplexed by the entire notion. Why would anyone want to have dinner with me, especially someone as delightfully charming and handsome as the best Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard?

But then the relationship kept evolving and improving, until I finally worked up the nerve to ask you to be my boyfriend. And what a night that was!

You have made me an extremely happy man, Gregory, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us as a couple. Although I may not understand affairs of the heart, I understand one thing: I absolutely adore your company and you, and I do believe I have one more gift for you besides that red velvet delight in the kitchen.

If you are not averse to it, I am ready for the world to know about us, the consequences be damned. History cannot define us, and our relationship isn’t predicated upon social norms. Apologies for the rambling, but with your consent, I believe we should let our friends and family know. Whether that is in-person or via social media outlets, I have no preference. But I am tired of keeping you, my most brilliant boyfriend, a secret from everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear Gregory. You have stolen my heart with your charm and charisma, and there is nothing that compares to the feeling of warmth and joy that you fill me with every single time you cross my mind.

Most sincerely yours,

Mycroft H.

Greg finished the letter and looked up at him. “Of course I’m okay with it, Mycroft. Let’s do it right now.” He grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone from the table on his side of the bed. Mycroft did the same, altering his relationship status from the single it had been all the years he had had the account to “in a relationship.” It might have just been a silly social tradition, but seeing those words on his profile sent a wave of adoration for the Detective Inspector pouring over Mycroft Holmes, who leaned sideways and kissed Gregory Lestrade just as both of their phones started blowing up with notifications from family, friends, and colleagues.

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aro/ace/nb dr who quotes

here, have a fuckton of quotes that either confirm or imply aro-spectrum ace nb dr who

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Don’t Leave Me (Please Come Back)

Summary: Dan and Phil broke up in high school and haven’t seen each other in seven years, but when Dan gets the lead role in a Broadway musical, Phil flies across the country to see Dan and they realise that breaking up may have been a mistake.

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Angst, smut, and some fluff

Warnings: cheating, anal sex


Phil weaved through the crowded New York sidewalk toward the entrance to the Broadway theatre. It was a chilly evening, and Phil could see his breath leave his mouth with every exhale.

When Phil was finally standing in front of the theatre, he stopped for a moment and stared at the glowing marquee sign that was mounted above the entrance. NEWSIES! was spelled out in big letters, and the logo of the musical was in lights. Various posters depicting the cast and promoting the production were pasted to the outside walls of the theatre, and Phil smiled to himself when he spotted the face of the person who had caused him to buy a ticket for the opening night of the Broadway musical in the first place.

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ICONIC things that happened in French class today

We’re learning about the perfect (past) tense in French and how form it and stuff. And we were doing an example of “he danced with his…” and this one girl in my class shouted “HE DANCED WITH HIS BOYFRIEND MISS”. AND THE LOOK ON ONE OF MY CLASSMATES FACE WAS BRILLIANT. so I was having a silent meltdown just like yes damn right he has a bf. I think the best part is that we did form a sentence of “he danced with his boyfriend” because my teacher was like “Well it is 2017.” Yeah French is cool sometimes. ALSO many dick jokes were made by my French teacher

The Queen of Love Stories

Simon was happy (gay, one might say) because he had finally figured it out. Maybe it had been obvious to Baz. They were best friends, after all. Simon didn’t even think this could change everything between them. He was just so unbelievably happy.

He stormed into their room at Watford and Baz was sitting on his bed, reading a book. Simon admired the picture in front of him, before he walked towards him.

“Baz,” Simon said beaming and smiling at Baz. “I-”

He didn’t speak on and pressed his lips to Baz instead.

I finally know it, he meant to say with that kiss. I love you. It’s you. You, you, you.

Somehow, Simon didn’t expect a rejection at all. That’s why it surprised him even more that Baz shoved him off almost immediately after getting over the shock.

“Baz,” Simon whispered again, suddenly having a lump in his throat.

“Are you drunk?” Baz asked, seemingly cool. Internally, he was freaking out.

“No…”

“Then why’d you kiss me?”

Simon didn’t know for a second what to answer because he was taken aback by the question. There was no way in going back now.

“Because I – I realized, that I’m in love with you. I… didn’t mean to offend you, if that’s what you think. I just reacted a little bit to spontaneously when I noticed that I want to be more than your friend.”
“You’re really serious about this,” Baz exclaimed shocked. “And when did you start feeling this way?”
“Oh, in the morning I had a dream of you and it made me realize… I think I’ve been in love with you for a very long time. I just didn’t admit it to myself, which was a mistake. Because you’re just such a wonderful person and my best friend in the whole world.”

“Shut up, I’m not listening to this bullshit anymore.”

Baz got up angrily. Simon’s heart broke a little. He had been so wrong in assuming Baz would feel the same or at least appreciate it.

Maybe Baz would never talk to him again. Simon’s good mode had vanished into thin air.

“I’m going to talk to Bunce,” Baz exclaimed darkly. “This needs to stop. You’ll… need to come with me.”
He said it like Simon’s presence was everything he wanted to prevent.

Simon decided it for the best to just listen to him. He didn’t want to make Baz any more angry than he already was. He just wondered of what use it was to tell Penny.

Penny was on the football pitch, talking to a few girls from the team. Baz walked up to her and told her he wanted to talk to her alone.

“Sure,” she answered frowning with a suspicious look at Simon who was standing a few meters behind and sweating.

“What’s the issue, boys?” Penny asked.

“Go on, Simon, tell her.”

Simon looked down.

“I’m… I think, I’m… I guess I’m in love with Baz.”
“See?” Baz said demonstrating.

Penny blinked at that. A few times.

“Please help me figure out how to handle this,” Baz told her suffering.

“Am I getting this right? You have a problem with Simon being in love with me.”

“Crowley, Penny, he’s not, okay? I don’t know what this is or who did this. Maybe someone played a prank on Simon. But this is clearly a spell. You have to help me reverse it.”

“You think somebody cast a spell on me?”

Simon felt bad about that. He really wanted it to be true, for Baz. But it was probably just Baz’ wishful thinking.

“They sure as hell did. Otherwise you’d never say… these things.”

“Okay, I’m going to check that out. See you guys in the library.”

With that, Penny headed off and left them alone.

“Maybe there’s no magic involved,” Simon whispered.

“I know it is.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty certain that I’ve, like, always felt something for you. I just… want you to be prepared that maybe this is not some sort of mistake. I’m sorry.”


Baz’ heart kept racing and he was barely holding together. This destroyed him. Simon saying that kind of things to him.

“Will we still be friends, when it turns out this state won’t change?”
“It won’t.”

Baz’ tone didn’t allow arguing. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if this wasn’t reversible. He’s probably have to tell Simon about his stupid feelings for him and then they would have to walk different paths. He couldn’t stand living without Simon. But if Simon kept being in love with him, everything would be awkward. And of course, they couldn’t be together. He’d feel as if he’d be using Simon against his will. So he’d have to keep his distance, so Simon could get over him and feel real love for a real person. He deserved that much.

“Okay, here’s a spell that can reverse every love spell.”
“Perfect. Do it.”

Penny lifted her ring in Baz’ direction.

He’s not into you, pal.

“Did it work?”

“It’s only supposed to work after an hour.”

“Okay… Should we go back to our room until then?”
“I’ll leave you two to it. Bye.”


They’d been awkwardly sitting on their beds for half an hour.

“I have to tell you something, Simon.”

Now it was too late for everything. No reason to hide it anymore.

“I love you.”

“What?!”

“I’ve known for years. I should have told you. When this is over, we can’t be friends anymore.”
“But why?”
“When the spell wears off, you won’t want anymore. And if he doesn’t, it’s better for you to find your real love.”

“But this feels real, Baz. I want to be with you.”

“I’m sorry, Simon. I can’t bear to live without you.”
Even though none of them wanted to part, the ending was right in front of them. Suddenly they both got incredibly sad.

“The hour is almost over.”

Baz looked at Simon nervously who suddenly something like a wave wash over him. It felt like something had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Crowley,” he breathed. “I think it was a spell.”

Everything in Baz stiffened. It had worked. Simon didn’t behave weird anymore. He shifted awkwardly and seemed to be thinking hard. Baz’ heart froze.

“I understand why you’re disgusted now. If you want, I’ll ask whether I can change rooms with somebody. Normally they understand cases like this.”

Baz got up slowly. Why did everything have to change? Why did he never get any luck?
“Wait, Baz. I’m… not feeling any different.”

“What do you mean?”
“I’m pretty sure the spell doesn’t work anymore, but I’m still in love with you… I think, this just made me realize that I do love you. I was painfully oblivious in the past.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure as all hell.”

He just needed to look at him to know that.

“So you love me… And I love you. What does that make of us?”
“Boyfriends. Hopefully?”
“Yes. I like that.”
Simon Snow, my boyfriend. Miracles appear to do happen.


Yes, it worked. I’m brilliant, a genius, a freaking queen. I knew it! Simon and Baz are totally made for each other. Sometimes it just needs somebody to get the thing rolling. Or, in other words, to cast a love spell on Simon. Results are definitely worth it, totally recommended.

“Why are you smiling like that, Penny?” Trixie asked.

“Oh, you know,” she smirked. “Same old, same old.”

Season 7, Episode 16: Christmas Special
The Time of the Doctor

Clara: “Emergency! You’re my boyfriend!”

Doctor: “Ding dong! Okay, brilliant. I might be a bit… rusty in some areas, but I will glance at a manual.”

Clara: “No no, you’re not actually my boyfriend.”

Doctor: “Oh, that was quick. It’s a rollercoaster, this phone call.”

so my kind of boyfriend just referred to the amazing, stunning, brave, brilliant, freaking founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Peggy Carter as “captain america’s girlfriend”

and honestly, bye boy! 👋🏼

I will not stand for anyone reducing her to simply being a girlfriend especially when she actually never was his (at least as far as they explain in the movie)