my dash is trying to say something


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Warnings: Smut


Dan is trying to avoid a much too friendly Phil. But when Phil accidentally offends Dan, he tries to make it up to him, much to Dan’s shock and horror. Through Dan’s confusion, things get heated.


“Dan? Where’d you go?”

I cursed under my breath, ducking into the first doorway I came across. A guest room, by the looks of it. What kind of excuse could I even use in here? I mean, besides… Those ones. I’d really rather not use those ones.

“Are you down here?”

Frantically, I clambered onto the bed, pulling out my phone in a last ditch effort to look casual as Phil Lester appeared in the doorway. Immediately upon spotting me, his face broke into a bright smile. I scowled.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you!” He grinned, walking over and inviting himself into the bed. “Whatcha doing in here?”

Avoiding your stupidly bright personality, you oblivious idiot. But of course, I didn’t say that. “Welding,” I muttered instead, opening Tumblr in search of something to distract myself with. He leaned over my shoulder, uncomfortably close to me as he scanned my phone screen.

A porn clip appeared on my dash, and I scrolled past it as fast as I could. The only thing more awkward than trying to avoid the friendliest guy in school at the biggest party of the year? Watching two guys masturbate with said annoyingly friendly guy. It was a few more seconds before either of us spoke, the silence going on unusually long compared to Phil’s usual insistent attempts to befriend me.

“Have you ever done that before?” His voice made me jump, and I nearly dropped my phone. Turning to him with a confused look, I was met with a curious little smile.

“What?” I questioned, genuinely confused as to what he was going on about. We hadn’t even been talking! Was he asking if I’d ever welded? Can’t he pick up on sarcasm??

Phil took my phone, and scrolled up until he came to the masturbating couple again. He turned the phone back to me, tilting his head and silently repeating the question. I gaped at him, in a state of shock. Did he just-

Some kind of inhuman shriek clawed it’s way up my throat, and I shoved him away from me. I was aware of my phone clattering to the floor, but honestly, I was too mortified to care. “Lester! You… You can’t just ask someone if they’ve ever masturbated with someone else!” He just grinned, falling back against the pillows and shrugging.

“Why not? I’ve done it, heck, I’ve even gone further than that,” It was the way he said it, like it was a comment about the weather, or something completely natural to share with random people. I glared at him.

“No, I haven’t. And I don’t wanna know how many people's​ genitals you’ve had up your butt.” Phil blinked, staring at me for a second, and for once I thought I’d managed to stun him to silence. Then he dissolved into laughter.

It wasn’t a giggle, either. He was clutching at his sides, gasping for breath as his fit of mirth wracked his frame. Feeling mocked, I scowled at the blankets, making to get off of the bed and go find somewhere else to hide. A shaky hand grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

“Wait,” He gasped, trying to pull himself together. “Wasn’t laughing at you! Just… The way you said it, oh my god, you’re such a virgin!”

Crossing my arms grumpily, I shot an unimpressed look his way. At this rate, my face might never look cheerful again. “That doesn’t make me feel better,” I snapped. He knows I’m not social. “Some people have less of a selection to pick from, in case you couldn’t tell from your ignorant joy bubble.”

His expression sobered immediately. “Dan, I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I promise!” I refused to look at him, choosing instead to point my already dissolving pout at the bed. Stupid apologetic face, he makes it nearly impossible to just keep being mad.

Unbeknownst to me, Phil was intent on getting me to forgive him. I found myself falling backwards, his body hovering over mine, held up by his arms on either side of my head. “Lemme make it up to you!” He insisted. My eyes widened, and I spewed out a stream of protests and stuttered questions that I’m sure nobody could’ve understood. He nudged my chin with his nose. “Please?”

I closed my eyes, deciding that I’d rather not see Phil that close. I expected him to move back, or speak, or even hug me like the weird sap he was.

I did not expect him to press his lips to mine.

I went still, suddenly realizing what closed eyes at that proximity means to most people. His warm, slightly chapped lips were moving gently over mine, and I felt his fingers cup my cheek. What do I do ohmygod. Phil is kissing me. My disgustingly nice classmate is kissing me, as some kind of apology?

Out of pure shock and my inability to think up a better solution, I found myself kissing him back. My movements were much less enthusiastic, but it seemed to egg him on anyways. This is not acceptable… There’s no way this is happening! I opened my mouth to speak, not thinking about what the consequences might be.

Something hot and wet slipped between my lips, brushing through my mouth and twisting with my tongue. Phil’s tongue… I wanted to say that it was disgusting, but the way he searched my mouth was causing most of my blood to begin moving south, no matter how hard I tried not to let it. My focus was slipping.

I let out a startled squeak as Phil gripped my waist, flipping us over so that I was straddling his hips. It was suddenly dreadfully obvious me how this was affecting him, because I could feel him pressing up under my body.

He groaned softly, wasting no time in fisting my shirt between his fingers and pulling me back down for another kiss. Except… He didn’t kiss me immediately.

My eyes widened as Phil nibbled on my bottom lip, staring up without shame. Oh. I whimpered weakly. Those stupidly blue eyes… Pulling my bottom lip out, he released it and watched with a self-satisfied smile as it pinged back into place. I was tempted to wipe that grin from his face with an insult, but he swept in to connect our lips again before I could.

This time was a rougher kiss, full of bitten lips and clashing tongues. You hate him! What are you doing? It was so wrong, but I couldn’t help the small noises his expert mouth pulled from my throat each time he pressed in a bit closer. I was kissing him back with equal force now because I couldn’t think about anything else except how easily his lips dominated mine.

“You’re such a bottom…” He giggled, moving to nip at my throat. I had to grit my teeth to hold in a whine as he bit at my neck. I was hyper aware of how hard I was, pressing down against his hips, and it was all Phil Lester’s stupid fault.

“Shut. Up.” I managed, gathering the strength to push his head away from my weak spot. “You are the worst, most annoying person I have ever m-” Phil clamped his hand over my mouth, effectively cutting off my words.

He rolled his eyes. “I think I like you better when you’re whimpering and gasping for breath.” Heat flooded over my cheeks. In an attempt to get his hand off of my mouth, I assaulted it with my tongue.

He did pull it away, slowly, looking over the sheen of spit that now coated his palm. Then he looked back to me, reaching over to play with the button on my jeans. “I think I know what will shut you up…”

I squeaked in surprise as he undid them, tugging them off fairly easily before doing the same with my underwear. “Wait, I don’t-” I was cut off again when Phil’s wet hand wrapped around my length. A breathy moan was ripped from my throat.

“Le-ester… I-Is this some k-k-kind of messed up ap-pology?!” I stuttered out, bucking up against his hand. He simply rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to my ear.

“The first kiss was, now it’s just because you’re hot. And it’s Phil.”

Grasping desperately at a chance to annoy him, I forced myself to ignore my blush and how good it felt to have him talking against my skin. “N-no.”

He paused, tightening his grip around my base, and causing me to gasp. “Did you say… No?” Something in the tone of his voice made me want to apologize, although I wasn’t quite sure why.

“I…” Swallowing, I forced myself to spit the words out. “Yes.. that’s what I said.” The next few seconds happened so fast. Phil’s hands disappeared from where I wanted them, instead catching my wrists and holding them to my thighs. This kept my legs in place too, and I suddenly found myself unable to gain any friction.

“Lester!” I intended it to be more of a growl, but my voice was suddenly high pitched and needy as I realized how helpless I was. What’s happening to me? Suddenly I’m so… Not in charge.

“What was that?” Phil’s voice was low. More commanding in a way that left me whimpering and shifting on his lap. I felt instantly ashamed, like I’d disappointed Phil. Which I shouldn’t care about!


“Do I need to punish you? You’re not being very good…” He looked me over. Phil, despite being underneath me, was very intimidating. In a dominant way. Which I couldn’t bring myself to hate.

I squirmed under his intense gaze, panting and trying to reel in my thoughts enough to speak. “Please, just… I need…” Helplessly, I rolled my hips up and pleaded with my eyes. He smacked my thigh, reprimanding me.


My self control shattered. “Please, Phil! Sir.. I’ll be good!” I pleaded, loud and high-pitched. He released my hands, pulling me down into a bruising kiss that quite clearly showed how he felt about sir.

“I’ll make you feel good now, okay?” He mumbled against my lips. I could only manage a weak mewl in response as his hand slid up my thigh to wrap around me again. His eyes were so much darker now, sparking some kind of instinct to make him just as desperate as I was.

Relaxing into his touch, I assumed the most helpless position I could; spreading my legs to expose myself, dreadfully hard and leaking against my stomach, and looking down at him through my eyelashes. “Want you to make me come, Daddy,”

He stopped abruptly, a surprised yet predatory sound bubbling up from the back of his throat. “What… What did you-”

“Want you to feel good too.” I added, grinding down against his bulge as innocently as I could. He choked out a gasp, closing his eyes in an attempt to hold himself together. I pouted. That’s not what I wanted. Leaning down so that my mouth hovered above his, I whispered again. “Wanna feel you claim me, Daddy. Wanna come so hard I scream your name, let everyone know who I belong to.”

“Y-yeah?” I shivered at the hoarse tone of his voice, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.


He moaned, bringing a hand up to the back of my head and kissing me properly. His mouth effortlessly dominated mine, distracting me completely until a something cold and slicked pressed against my hole.

I jumped involuntarily, only helping to force the digit further past my rim when I landed. It felt… Weird. I experimentally rolled my hips back, trying to adjust to the intrusion, forgetting that I was being watched very carefully. Then I lifted my body up a bit and dropped down. Immediately heat shot up my spine, driving me to repeat the action until I was bouncing and moaning uncontrollably. Brought out of my daze by a gruff curse, Phil pressed another finger into me.

“That’s so hot,” he mumbled, curling his fingers so that they brushed a spot that made me jerk. “Your pretty little hole was just made for my fingers.” I couldn’t control my breathing, the intense electricity coursing through my veins was too distracting.

“Wh-nng… Where’d you g-get the lube?”

“The pocket of my jeans,” He smirked, and I blushed so hard that the room seemed to get a few degrees hotter. Phil’s fingers were still moving, and he pushed another one in slowly while I was distracted so that a weak mewl escaped my lips. “Bet you love this, letting me see how vulnerable you are, riding back on my fingers like that.”

He was right. It was exhilarating, knowing that he could see just how worked up I was. I could feel the wave building, threatening to crash down any second now. Letting my eyes flutter shut, I slowed my movements from a frenzy to a slow burn, getting closer, closer-

Phil pulled his fingers away, once again pinning my wrists so that I couldn’t move. I wanted to scream, or cry, or anything that would show how sexually frustrated I was feeling.

“Please… Daddy, please, please..” He tugged me down into another kiss, but this one was gentle and sweet as he moved me up to sit on his stomach instead of his hips. I was vaguely aware of some fumbling on his part, as well as a couple groans, but I was far too invested in rambling constant pleads against his lips. Abruptly, he broke away, instead moving to pant against my neck as the wet sound of skin on skin picked up from behind me.

The hypersensitive skin jumped to life under his heavy breathing, somehow turning me on even more than I already was. Which was ridiculous, considering that I was almost at my breaking point. Phil, always one step ahead of me, gave a quiet noise of pleasure as his other hand snuck back to my length.

“I wish… Wish I could just have m-my way with you here,” He gasped, twisting his hand in a way that made me choke on my own breathing. It was a few seconds before his words registered, my comprehensive skills sluggish from his touch. The coil of heat in my stomach tightened as I considered various images flashing through my mind.

“Do it,” I whimpered, bucking my hips forwards into his fist. He simply groaned and sped up his hands, pushing me towards my climax as fast as he could.

“Not now… Gotta be special for your first time,” He rambled weakly. I was about to protest, even beg if it came to it, when Phil simultaneously sucked the skin on the side of my neck into his mouth and slid his thumb through my slit.

I came with a mewl, spilling over his fingers, a constant stream of Daddy and Phil bursting from my lips. Sometime during when I was coming down from my high, my lower back was painted with streaks of white as Phil fell over the edge after me. Once my haziness had cleared, I was assaulted with overstimulation due to the fingers which were still working over me just as feverishly as before.

“N-n-no… Hnng- too much! T-too mu-uch…” I writhed in discomfort. Phil watched with a fascinated look for a few more seconds before he finally withdrew his fingers and let me collapse on top of him.

“Hot,” He whispered to himself, and I couldn’t help but blush. My eyelids felt heavy, my energy spent, and I hummed gratefully when he pulled a blanket up to cover our bodies. Pressing a tentative kiss to my forehead, he spoke again. “How was that? Okay?”

“I don’t think anything is supposed to feel that good. You’ve ruined sex forever, I bet.” I grumbled. “Why do you have to be so annoying, and hot. God, you make me wanna become a camboy just so I can watch you watch me tease myself.”

I didn’t even realize what my exhausted mind had said until Phil chuckled, pulling my body flush against his in a tight embrace. “You’d be into that?”

I was going to die of embarrassment, I was sure. “I… Maybe, I don’t know?” I squeaked. He rubbed comforting circles into my hips, likely noticing how mortified I felt.

“Mm… Kinky. Not sure if I could share you, though…” He mused. “What about a sexy Skype call? Would that satisfy you?” Was he actually serious? Arousal swirled between my legs, but I was too tired to actually think about a round two. But god, that’d be hot…

My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. “Yeah, wanna show you how hard you get me.” Phil’s fingers tightened on my hips, clearly visualizing what I might do. He huffed out a heavy breath.

“Saturday work for you?”

“Yeah.” I yawned, snuggling into his chest with a content sigh. Maybe I was tired, maybe it was post-orgasm Dan talking, but I couldn’t help adding one more thing. “Daddy?”

Phil’s breath caught in his throat. “Yes, sweetheart?” I smirked to myself, knowing exactly how to make him look forwards to this just as much as I already was.

“Wait until you see my lace.”

anonymous asked:

This highly appropriate Tay quote just appeared on my dash lol "Being right, proving a point, or confronting someone who has hurt me doesn’t matter me to very much. I’d so much rather let them take their shots at me and regret it later in their own lives. As trite as that sounds, I try to be a lady about things. Some people love to walk up to you, say something bratty, and walk away before you can respond. I’m not naming names. There are girls out there who like doing that to other girls."

Very appropriate.

Lowkey thinking about a Fantastic Beasts!Dirk Gently AU because Dirk is the literal personification of “my philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice”.

Magical Dirk arriving in Prohibition-era New York with his bizarre shark-kitten and a range of other magical creatures, meeting beleaguered bellhop Todd and his sister Amanda who (unbeknownst to Todd) works in an underground bar selling bootleg liquor to magical and non-magical gangsters, including the Rowdy 3. Farah as an Auror who just wants to find out what’s been terrorizing her city and kidnapping children (including Lydia).

Dirk spending the entire time trying to recover his lost pets, trying to convince Todd that magic is real and something to be cherished and not feared, trying to help Farah find Lydia, and trying desperately to stay out of the clutches of the Magical Congress of the United States of America (who can tell that there’s something new and different about his magic and would very much like him to come in for questioning).

Also, Dirk in Newt’s blue coat for completely aesthetic reasons.

a lot of the time i find myself in a rp whit a shit load of potential, but dying for no reason. everyone has a lot of muse, everyone is saying how they “hate how this is dying like how can this be happening”, everyone obviously logged on, yet there are only a couple people who dare to actually attempt to keep it alive. i wish i can say this has only happened once but lately i find myself in this position a lot, and by all the complaining in the rpt tags i know i am not alone on this. so, i decided to make a little rp helpers guide or whatever cause some people obviously need this. 

so here is:


  1. don’t complain about the rp dying

i always see this and it always gets on my nerves. i’m not talking about those who post a starter and in the tags say “where is everyone at?” cause even though there is some complaining  involved in that, they are still doing more to try to keep it alive, actually posting a starter. i’m talking those who are obviously on the dash cause you see them post an ooc saying “this is dying i’m so sad :( :( :( “. that is not being active, thats just complaining, and being annoying (well a least for me. and if you really were so sad you would actually do something about it, maybe reply to a starter, then make one of your own, or something. DON’T BE THE COMPLAINER, THEY ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM.

       2. don’t blame the admins

although it is an admins job to run a rp, rarely is it ever actually an admins fault that a rp dies. keep in mind that along with running it, they also have parts in the rp, and like all of us do, they have lives outside the internet. if the main isn’t active for a day or two, so what? that doesn’t mean that the rp is dead, it means that the admins may have something else in their lives going on, or maybe even, that are participating in the rp, and doing their part to keep it alive? 

      3. don’t only reblog muse shit

in the past year or so, muse blogs have really made a difference in the rpc. now, we have a place to find things that can relate to our character, or a plot that they currently have with another character, and reblog them, giving people more of an in-depth sense of our chracters, from more then just statistics or a bio. i would be lying is i didn’t admit my love for this, cause it truly has made a difference. but, i cannot tell you how many times i have seen a rp slowly dying and there is that one person or in some cases, multiple people, who you know are on the dash, cause they are reblogging stuff, but instead of reblogging starters and replies, they are reblogging musings, or pictures. has this ever happened to you? you post a starter, and you worked hard on it, thinking of starters that are original is pretty hard, but you finally do it. how ever long after you see that little one thing on the tumblr refresh thing, telling you that there is something new on the dash. excited, you go, click on that refresh button, and when your dash reloads, its a quote, a picture, a gif set, something along those lines. now knowing someone is on the dash, you wait for that response, but it never comes. instead, your starter gets buried. #stopburyingstarterswithmusingshit2016. i’m not saying stop reblogging muse shit, please, if i did, that would make me a hypocrite. but mayb,e while your on the dash, and you happen to see a reply, or you happen to see a starter, or you see how no ones made a new starter in a day or two, why not make make posting actual rp stuff your priority?

     4. do be active 

this one is kind of a given, but i fee. as though lately, some people need a reminder. in order to keep a rp alive, you must simply be active! i know, i know, its hard to if no one else is on the dash, but, if your not gonna be the one to break the dead rp ice with a starter, then who is? what i have found out over my time in the rpc  is that activity is almost like a chain reaction. most of us are on at the same time, or at least once a day, yet for some reason everyone seems scared to post a starter, or even a reply, no one wants to be first. its like at a buffet or something, no one wants to be first in line, yet everyone wants to eat. so what can you do? be the first in line! start the activity up again! when it seems as though no ones on the dash, who cares? just post a starter, and reply to your other replies, and i’m sure the rest of the rp will start to be active again.

    5. if you don’t have muse, either try to get some or just leave the rp

i know some of us get very attached to some of our characters, and feel as though we can play them forever, yet, there always those times where are use just isn’t as high as it was before. it happens to the best of us. but, that doesn’t really give you an excuse to just abandon the rp. in my eyes, there are two ways to go about solving this problem. 1) you take a day or two, make an ooc saying that you just need a day or two but you promise to come back soon, let the admins know, and take that day or two, and try to develop your muse again. whether is that just taking that time to be off the dash, in the real world, looking through muse blogs, making photoshop shit for them, plotting with more people, i don’t know! but if you want to stay in the rp, with muse, i recommend doing this.  2) if you have attempted this last step and it just didn’t work, or you really just want out of the rp, just leave then. simple! i’m sure all the admins would understand, plus, i’m sure there is someone out there who will be more then happy to fill your role in the rp with whatever muse they have. 

    6. don’t ignore starters

this may seem like common sense, but i have seen this happen way too many times, where someone pot a starter, and then the complainer comes on, or the muse reblog person, orrr those people who mean well, do replies, but just for some reason don’t reply to start starter, instead make one of their own. part of keeping an rp active is being inclusive! sure, that person may not be your favorite, or you just don’t get their chara, or your muses don’t get along well, so what? if you want to keep the rp alive, your going to have to include everyone, thats just how it goes.

    7. promote!

this one may seem like it should only be reserved  for the admins, but it is not! promoting the rp to your friends or the rpc, either by talking about it, posting a link on your aim updates, posting a link to it on your rph/rpc, reblogging a main promote post on your rpt/rph, the list is endless. this way, your friends can join, people you met on aim yet don’t talk to anymore for whatever reason can jojn, those who are too lazy to go through the tags and just look at the rpt or rph tag for some reason can join, anyone can really! 

    8. try to get online

i know we all have outside lives from the rpc, but joining a rp, you are making a commitment to stay active. if something happens and you need some time off, thats when you ask the admins for a hiatus, and i’m sure they will understand and let you have some time off. but, if you find yourself bored, the dash slow, why not get involved, be active!

i know i’m going to get a message or two once i post this saying “ugh this is so annoying, this is all common sense blah blah blah,” but, lately from my own experience and from what i have seen people complaining about on the tags, i feel as though people need this reminder. also if majority of the rpc follows these tips, i’m sure rps would last a solid amount of time, and people can stop complaining. also, if anyone has any more tips, feel free to reblog and add them, or message me them!

lets talk about 520 spoilers stravaganza shall we?

After what felt like eons we finally started to get Olicity spoilers for 5x20 (love me some parallels) I almost forgot what being hyped felt like in this fandom!

Originally posted by beanpolefucker

Most of the spoilers are comig from “the other side” of the fandom, which make the experience funny af. also kinda reliable info if you ask me. Their pain is our gain, fam!

Originally posted by timetravelersloth

so lets see what we got so far:

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anonymous asked:

(1/6) as a kl shipper, i wanna say from the bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you. so many times i've wanted to shout stuff like "why do yall hate k/eith so much" and "you guys never cared abt s/hiro or a/llura, let alone s/hallura" and "why do you want so bad for this writer/artist to be a p/dophile godDAMN" like, holy shit. u beautiful salty jem of a pearl at the bottom of this tumultuous fandom ocean. -

- (2/6) even your blog title is golden, bc it feels like so many people are so deluded, trying to make a ship, something you’re supposed to sit back and enjoy, into a sort of spiteful activist bullshit-filled “movement” like what??? and telling folks to unfollow if they ship s/haladin bc they’re “cleaning out they’re blog”, like, fuck off??? sorry but here’s a salt-filled rant and i don’t know where else to put it so here! -

- (3/6) side note, i’m rly trying to get across to you that i’m NOT being sarcastic abt how much i want you to keep doing your thing, bc now they’re trying to tackle RACISM. in grosser and grosser ways every day! calling some of the only asian rep i see in media “white-passing” and saying that l/ance can’t have a last name that isn’t 1000% authentically cuban, whatever that means, buncha hypocritical racists. i have never been so angry and ashamed of a fandom. -

- (4/6) it’s gotten to the point where i, someone who ships kl and NOT sk (just my personal tastes), am rly happy to see any sk on my dash bc that poster must have been so brave! to post something as simple as sk hugging or smooching or whateverthefuck, i don’t care! you do you! fuck all these nasty haters, THEY’RE the toxic ones who just want someone to hate! yall deserve props! -

- (5/6) also, my compliments to the chef regarding that pining k/eith theory, it’s So Good, like i ghostwrote it somehow. the whole “projecting onto l/ance” thing (which is being done to a painful degree, i can testify) tries so hard to remove or overvalidate his flaws that it’s laughable. making lance into an insecure martyr angst-sponge hybrid with no agency and no room for personal growth, it’s sooo bad. -

- (6/6) and villainizing everyone else! reminds me of that jaden smith tweet: “when i die, then you will realize” shit he wrote when he was like 14. transparent af, like we get it, you’re insecure. and sometimes i WANT to hop aboard the black paladin lance train, but it’s always this idealized version of him that’s almost unrecognizable, and it’s at the expense of better black paladin candidates. goddamn ok, that was all my salt for the time being! much love, thank you and goodnight!

This is one of those asks that I’d love to keep in my inbox forever, but I’ve spent the last three days trying to come up with a response because you deserve one.

I think we’re all aware that tumblr is an explictly shitty place when it comes to “activism”. There’s this black-white-mentality that anything and anyone needs to be put in a box based on whether they agree with someone’s world views. Everything needs to conform to a specific label too, fiction is only allowed to be healthy, you condone what you enjoy etc., and the #1 argument by people on this site, also widely used by antis, is “Think about the children” but also “Expect everyone else to take care of you”.

People actively go into tags of pairings they hate and then yell about how triggered they are. Really? I’ve been repeatedly told to kill myself because I liked something they didn’t (and I’m talking about my 99.5% discourse-free main blog, not this one where I passively seek out conflict). You either conform to the popular way of thinking (shipping, in this case) or you’re irredeemable trash and a threat to the public. Any shit you get over having your own opinion will be justified because you deserve to be punished for thinking on your own. Tumblr mentality is the modern equivalent to medieval politics.

Fandom always has a terrible side - I know - but the Vo/tron fandom has become a place where people tear each other down rather than block the content they don’t want to see. Converting people to one’s own thinking has becume such an essential part of “activism” to the point where people forming their own opinions and learning about an issue on their own pose a threat.

In the Vo/tron fandom you see this toxic mentality with K/ance, rabid L/ance stans, anti Sha/adins and so on. You said everything I’ve been trying to say since I made this blog, and it saddens me that people can only safely voice their opinions and concerns when hidden behind the Anon feature.

Fandom isn’t always fun, but the Voltron fandom has become a place where people are too scared of posting their art or speaking up because they’ll legit receive death threats over liking a fictional ship. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job at pushing back against the anti side or if I’m just making it worse at this point. But salt, spite and messages like yours keep me going. 

Overanalyzing Jimin’s playlist

I just wanted to say I noticed some people are kinda over-analyzing? Like, I’m the first person to go and be like “wow Jiminie, you go, you smexi beast” over that playlist. And also, I honestly believe there are meanings behind certain songs about Jimin’s life and JiKook (actually I have this small “wondering-about-it” post unfinished, I will publish it tomorrow).

Because I simply love how songs can sometimes tell the story or feelings when we’re not able to do so. Whether the words, or the title, or the tune – sometimes one piano track can scream your feelings louder than hundreds of words.

Yes, the fact is that Jimin’s playlist is stuffed with “making out” material, deep electronic sounds, r’n’b, with sexual undertone and lyrics about sex. But I never, even for a second, thought that every song of this particular playlist is trying to tell us something (hell, I refuse to admit it sometimes, but maybe none of the songs are ‘trying’ to tell us something, but I’m too deep so that won’t be the case for me, ever :D).

It tells us Jimin likes this kind of music, sensual, it’s his favourite making-out music, but I don’t think there’s really need to go and break every single word of those songs in tiny pieces. I feel like those slower, calmer ones are those that may be telling us something. But I honestly think Jimin loves this kind of music – he can perfectly dance to it, just like we saw so many times, hip thrusting, body rolls, biting lips, his hand in his hair—


I almost got carried away. But the point is, I’m not saying that some of those “more heated” songs are not carrying something more in them, but to focus on it?

In past 24 hours I saw countless asks all over my dash and in JiKook tag.

Is Jimin having sex so he can forget Jungkook? He is probably straight, after all. Jimin is hurting so much, IT’S SO OBVIOUS. Jimin [insert problem] with Jungkook.

I know we all tend to overthink, like :D, I’m the queen of overthinking. But at the same time I try to be a realist and I always scold myself when my mind is trying to analyze silly things. Also, I do a lot of research if I want to claim this or that.

I’m not trying to be rude towards anyone – we all have our opinions, it’s okay! But it just makes me kinda sad to see so many people overanalyzing some sexy-songs, like everything had to have a meaning and that meaning is connected to JiKook and mostly, it’s about Jimin’s unhappiness. Like, I have tons of songs on my phone that I listen to on a daily basis, I love the lyrics – but just like 30% connects to my current, daily situation. Some songs remind me of past, some of them help me to picture the future. Some of them have beautiful beat and just make me happy.

So please, stop torturing your hearts with, I think not-too-necessary, analyses. Not everything has to have a meaning – and that’s coming from me, queen of overthinking and overanalyzing.

Instead, focus on what we saw in last days in those V-lives. I don’t think that after looking at domestic JiKook on Eat Jin or that stare someone’s capable of wondering if Jimin is having casual sex to forget about Jungkook.

That would be all.

Sorry for this monologue!

PS: I’m not trying to insult anybody; I just noticed those asks, for example at  mimibtsghost  tumblr, after she posted her playlist-related analysis (which I like very much, ramen :D!) and I had to kind of vent :/

dirtylevi  asked:

You and your blog give me lifeeee. Thank you for all the awesome content you grace my dash with everyday, for all you contribute to this fandom, and for being an all around amazing human-being ♡

(^^actual leaked footage of me opening my inbox to this)

I’m like…honestly shook and have had a dumb grin on my face for the past 5 min trying to figure out how to reply and I just….thank you?! so much?! like this seriously 100% made my day and I don’t deserve these kinds words dgsjdkasak especially from you like…you think my blog is great, have you looked at yours?! The epitome of must-follow in the SnK fandom no doubt^^ 

i find it funny (not) when some people say there’s no reason to be mad because evak were hardly seen this season…. it’s not about how much screen time they get, it’s about how much attention people pay to them instead of sana…. who… is….. the….. main….. or have i missed something?

these are the most popular posts from the MAIN tag…. . out of 10 posts, we have 3 that are sana related, which is, well, a bit odd because, again, she’s this season’s main. 

don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore evak, they’re the reason i discovered skam (just like many other people), but… this season is about sana. she’s magnificent and all her scenes are beautiful. people should just pay more attention to this amazing girl. 

also, absolutely no hate or whatever to the people making these posts, they are wonderful and the fact that they take time to make these beautiful gifs is great. (as far as i can tell, most of these blogs - if not all of them, i haven’t checked - make sana gifs as well) 

i really hate how internally worked up i get whenever i see anything unnecessarily extremely negative towards something i like, or someone i admire, or whatever. i probably twist it into some form of personal insult like “how dare you like this clearly awful person, how dare you like this disgusting abusive character, etc etc etc”

i just get this weird mixture of anger and anxiety for like, 24 hours and i hate it. obviously i never engage people, i purposefully never go into tags, and i’ve gotten my dash almost clear of all of it, but sometimes something slips through and i just…..AUGH i come online to try and escape reality and relax a little bit why can’t people just say “i don’t like this but that doesn’t mean you can’t” and get on with their own lives

Hello fandom,

I know this fandom is changing right now, the dynamic is changing, the way people post and the way people deal with it. Some are taking a step back, some are quitting all together and some are hanging on. As a result of this change I saw that I lost quite a few of followers.

That is totally okay, this is not a pity party from me over losing followers, I totally get it, I unfollowed a few myself because I am keeping out of the tag and I’m just on my dash and you have to do what you have to do to feel comfortable.

I am trying very hard to keep my blog positive and I know that is not for everyone at the moment. I did get quite a few asks last night about Rebecca and I know I have been negative there. And I will continue to be negative when it comes to Rebecca. I tag those posts #anti rebecca and #anti rebecca white.

Anyway, what I was wanting to say is this: If I ever post something that makes you feel uncomfortable and I didn’t tag it in order for you to avoid it please tell me! Just send me an ask saying “Could you please tag your posts about xy like this” and I will do it, no questions asked.

I am sad to see some of my favorite blogs unfollowing me, but I do get that people deal with this in different ways, and if my way is not for you then unfollowing is probably the best way to deal with it. I just wanted to say you could also always talk to me. Even if you don’t share my opinion. You can come and rant or come and tell me how you feel about something I posted.

Like I said the fandom is changing and this is not me saying: Please don’t unfollow me. This is me saying if I can do anything, and I mean anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I tag posts for you, I listen to your rant, I go into a discussion with you.

I feel like this is the actual saddest part about the turn of events that this little corner that we have built for ourselves is crumbling and falling down and changing. I’m staying though, hoping we will be able to pick ourselves up again and start to reform and rebuilt and maybe, hopefully, come out of it as an even stronger fandom.

I don’t know if this post even has a point, except maybe this one: I’m here if you need me.

I’m growing weaker and weaker to weird ass crackships-
Let me list some bc I’m really dizzy and maybe this settles my head

Last one has mild sex references

~Cheese Sandwich x Twilight: Cute, goofy, weird pony being socially awkward around the almighty Princess of Friendship~ He makes cheesy (crackles) romantic songs to her, cheesy poems of love and stuff like that~ She just loves him back so much.
When they get together they’re very snuggly and affectionate. Damn does Twi love that fluffy mess of a mane-

Ember x Rarity: “d-dragons don’t DO fashion!!!” Super awkward and silly ‘I’m trying my best’ Ember who can’t get her Shit together around fashion horse~ Rarity was also incredibly attracted to the dragon lord ever since gauntlet of fire, she’s just so pretty and those m u s c l e s……. Their relationship is a long distance, only supported by letters one but when they meet they’re total trashy girlfriends. Rarity likes to make her wear stuff she pretends to hate but damn does she love those frilly silly dresses…


Applejack x King Sombra: mostly because of a clopfic but that’s another story alright
Just… love to think about Sombra trying to be spoopy and dark and flirty but he genuinely can’t bc AJ cuts his bullshit by the roots. She just pulls him down and says something to the likes of “Dumb old king, if ya wanna bang just say it gosh~”. Extremely sexual, do I have to mention that.

The end, not any less dizzy but this was fun

I a m n o t w e l l

about ‘life isn’t fair’

…I’ve seen some Discourse on my dash about the phrase ‘life isn’t fair’. And my mind keeps circling back to Wesley and Jareth. Both fictional characters because that’s how my brain works. 

Wesley doesn’t quite say 'life isn’t fair’, the exact quote is 'Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something.’  But the sentiment’s the same. 

Wesley needs to believe- at this point, anyway- that life isn’t fair. The love of his life has dumped him and run off with the most terrible handsome prince in history. It’s not fair that that happened, it’s not fair that he was captured by pirates and forced to work for unreasonable masters for years, and telling him that it is would probably give him the right to smack you across the face. 

And… he’s not entirely wrong. Life is painful. Going ‘everything happens for a reason ^_^’ can make that pain worse. And a lot of the people who want to sell you something use ‘life can be fair!’ as a way to control you and get your money. The Secret and associated ick have made their authors a kajillion dollars, after all. 

 But at the same time…  I keep coming back to Jareth.

Jareth, for reference*, is the King of the Goblins from Labyrinth, he’s played by David Bowie in tight leather pants. He’s basically a folklore fae, but in a sexy, not-eldritch way. 

Originally posted by veritasduchess

In the movie, he’s taken away a teenage girl’s baby brother, because in a moment of frustration she asked the goblins to. The girl- her name’s Sarah- wants her brother back, for the obvious reasons. So Jareth makes her go through his Labyrinth- a nasty maze full of deathtraps and puzzles- to get her brother back. (With every intention of not only keeping the baby, but also making Sarah his Goblin Queen.) 

The thing about Jareth is- he cheats. He cheats like mad. He keeps changing the rules on her, messing with her head, misdirecting her, lying to her, setting up deliberately broken challenges she can’t win. Early on in the movie, Sarah calls him on this. She tells him this isn’t fair.

Jareth more or less tells her 'life isn’t fair; now you’re wasting even more time. :^)‘ …and the thing is, that scene’s supposed to show that Sarah is a petulant teenager. (’Cos she really is, at the beginning of the movie.) But… whenever the Life Is/Isn’t/Should Be fair discourse comes up, a part of my mind goes back to Jareth. 

…Sometimes people tell you life isn’t fair because they want to sell you something. They don’t just mean 'sometimes bad things happen that you can’t do anything about.’ They mean 'I have power over you, you can’t do anything about this, and that’s the way it should be. Now let me set the rules. Love me, fear me, do everything I say, and I will be your slave*.’

They want to control you. They’re using the unfairness of life as a tool of control. Because abusers can and will use anything they can get their hands on to manipulate you and mess with your head. 

…I think everyone has run into a shitty teacher or a shitty parent or a shitty Person In Power who says 'life isn’t fair, ergo you shouldn’t protest when I hurt you’. And that’s why a lot of people have an allergic reaction to that phrase.

…it’s important to distinguish between ‘sometimes bad things happen to good people, they’re not in anyone’s control’ and ‘sometimes power differentials exist and people use them to hurt other people’. Because, like… there’s a difference between having to tell people “no, I don’t have a yoga and positive thinking deficiency, life just isn’t fair” and telling people “yes, you need to stay with your abuser, life just isn’t fair.” 

IDK. Sorry for the dash stretcher. Not sorry for putting in pictures of an Evil Crush Object, though. 

*(Sorry for making everyone who knows the plot of the movie read this. There are people who haven’t seen Labyrinth and in this case the context is important.)

*Jareth!Bowie: the face that launched a thousand kinks.     

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking for the past year that the things that upset me the most about the stunt/closet/bearding situation is (apart from Louis and Harry's happiness obviously) the reaction from antis, media and even my dash. We're just always in a circle of negativity. When something "bad" happen, the media does an het article, larries talk about it, antis say things about us or send us message, we talk about it. and it's always like that we let the media and antis entering our space --> ugliness

Agreed 100%. The fandom itself is the hardest part of fandom. It’s tearing itself apart. That’s why I had to reevaluate things and try to only focus on the good stuff. Or at least find SOME sort of joy in the bad. I can’t COMPLETELY ignore everything that’s happening because that’s just not the person I am, but I can at least try to find something good within a situation. Because to me the good still does outweigh the bad.

Home again Jerome X Reader

I held her weak pale hand in mine. It had been a year, four months, eleven days, 5 hours and 21 seconds since I saw her last. When she saw me her pink lips muttered something like “Jerome I can-” I shushed her by putting my finger on her lips taking in how odd it felt to move my fingers and said “I’m back baby” then WHAM she was out like a light. 


I was walking a crossed the street to get into mt apartment. He was standing there smiling widely his arms stretched out. My heart did a somersault in my chest- he was real in front of me. Pale skin, red hair, dashing smile. I tried to say something but my mouth jumbled around trying to say what it’s wanted to say for a year now. Then he touched his finger to my lips , his sweet voice flooding my auditory canal, it felt like I was  in.. heaven.. my skin shivered but unfortunately my mortal body couldn’t handle it and I passed out. I awoke in his arms still in the cold wet streets welcomed by his warm smile. “Hey there” he said I relished in the sound of his voice replying weakly. “Hey” My eyes studied him, his face was seemingly being held in place by staples having been cut off my some wanna-be, at least that was the last I heard.. “Did ya miss me?” he said breaking my concentration. “ Not even a little bit” I said holding back pathetic tears. He smiled at my answer seeming to be pleased. Never would he dare say ‘I missed you too’ back to me but I could tell by the way his eyes mapped over my face and body over and over again just as I was doing to him, taking in every detail like it would the last time they would be seen. Our eyes met and I took the opportunity to lean forward and connect our lips. At first his excitement got the best of him and he began to move his lips quickly underneath mine, his heart beating one million miles an hour 

“Uh boss?” a nervous man said. Jerome looked up at him with a snarl. “Uh what? Can’t you see that I am busy here?” I looked up at the voice. He was a young thug wearing a grey beeny his nervous brown eyes darting back and forth. “Here’s all the info on Bruce Wayne can I go?” Jerome looked down at me smiling. “I’m sorry my dear this is embarrassing.” he stood up ripping the paper out of the man’s hand. The guy jumped back nervously being met by Jerome’s glare. “Now scram” The guy nodded frantically taking off down the trashed streets of Gotham “How charming are you?” I said standing up feeling little shivers run up and down my spine it had been raining for the past three days, an unusual weather pattern for the city. Jerome smiled skipping happily to my side. “Very. Shall we go?” he stuck out his hands motioning to my apartment. I intertwined our fingers glad to have him back. I looked at him as we walked, even though his face was hanging on by a thread… well a few staples and his smile was a little tight around his mouth he looked great, maybe even a little better than before he looked more- “Stop staring at me creep” I heard him say. 

Embarrassed I looked away focusing on getting to the door before him. “I mean don’t get me wrong I’m flattered” He quickened his pace in attempt to keep up with me tripping on the curb on the sidewalk, falling nicely into a puddle of dirty rain water. I smiled fishing my keys out of my back pocket. “What were you saying hot-shot?” I yelled back at him. Behind me I could hear the squish of his water filled shoes. Laughing I unlocked the three deadbolts on the door pushing it open. “Yeah yeah yeah. Laugh it up” he growled. stepping into my darkened studio. Curiously he wandered around leaving little puddles of water on the wood floor, flicking the various cactus I had placed around.  I had gotten it a little after Jerome had… died? In an attempt at a normal life, even going as far as to painting the walls a nice blue along with buying all new furniture and decorations.. It had been a very sad year. 

The lonely feeling I had before crept back into my mind and I was plagued with memories of crying myself to sleep at night and staring blankly at the wall in the shower the alarm on my phone wailing. I shook my head setting my keys on the kitchen counter. Jerome had wandered into the bathroom and was toying with my night light. Slowly I walked into the bathroom afraid he wouldn’t be there. “Why the long face doll??” I smiled relieved to see his face. “Nothing” I smiled “I’m going to shower.. Do you want to join?”  He looked at me his green eyes blinking blankly. “Oh yeah I forgot” I said my cheeks turning red. I opened the orange shower curtain starting up the water. “You forgot what?” He said oddly. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him confused sticking my hand under the beam of water. “Your face Jerome” Everything went quiet for a second like he was in deep thought. “My face?” he looked into the mirror jumping back suddenly. “Oh my god my face!” Startled by his reaction my mind began to race trying to comprehend how he hadn’t noticed the staples sticking into his head. “You didn’t know?!?” I blurted out “How could you not have noticed?” He dropped his head into his hands making a low whining noise like he was… sobbing? I stroked his back gently a little weirded out that he was crying. “I’m sorry Jerome I didn’t know” 

He looked up at me suddenly a shit- eating grin a crossed his face. “I’m just kidding doll” He chuckled. I stared at him in disbelief “Wha-” he shushed me putting his hands over my lips. “So about that shower?” he said walking around me to test the water with his hand. Pleased he looked back at me. “Hey why are your clothes still on?” I laughed taking my shirt off and undoing my bra knowing I should be used to his tricks. His eyes widened with his smile . I made a disgusted face at him taking off my pants and shoving them in his face. “What are you looking at creep” echoing his own words back to him. Smoothly I dropped my panties at his feet, he took my pants off of his head and looked down at the lacey pink fabric then to me. I winked at him getting into the shower. “God it’s good to be alive.” he said before mauling me with kisses.

Originally posted by cameronxxjv

Thanks for reading :) More to come Same-Bat-Time Same Bat-Channel. Also just a reminder if you have a problem with things not being cannon, in my fanfictions as well as others shut your mouth and deal with it. It’s a fanfiction the author has the freedom to write whatever they want in their stories also a majority of the stories aren’t technically cannon to begin with. It’s really annoying to me as well as other writers to have their work criticized (Criticism is good when it’s CONSTRUCTIVE)  by some know-it-all who is only doing it to be hurtful. We work hard on our pieces so bring your negativity elsewhere. 


I’m happy to see all this ty and kit stuff on my dash <3 , but no ones pointed out yet that they might know each other ??? Like kit says he felt a shock of recognition when he saw ty for the first time and then Emma says that ty is looking at kit like he’s remembering something-What does that mean?? Have they met before ?

Katie gave a interview I haven’t seen about Lena and obviously the Superc*rp shippers are happy. And let them be happy. I always said antis and superc*rp shippers are different entities. Obviously there are haters in there, but they are suffering as well, they are unable to go through their own dash because of the hate and Katie “jokes”. So now that I’m not that pissed, I want to say something. My aunt died while sleeping are the the age of 36 years old. My mom has a very serious heart condition and I’m terrified about her health issues. My point is: life is short. We are all here, trying to make it through it. Some might have a harder path - with depression, anxiety, mental disorders, abuse -, some may never have lived those experiences. We might not have the same religion, the same gender, sexuality, the same language. We might have different stories, different points of view. Yes we do. You ship Superc*rp, she ships kar*lsen, we might ship Karamel. But we have something in common here people. We all suffered. A great person once told me that is in pain we know our true friends, that in pain we unit and fight. We are broken people trying to fix themselves. We can’t do that alone. Sometimes words hurt more than physical aggression. So for my Karamel fam: please know your pain is valid, your stories matter, that I’m here for whoever needs it. Whenever you need it. You matter and your story is worth it. For the peaceful Superc*rp shippers: your fight is valid. Trying to break a prejudicial, heternormative society is a very worthy fight. What you’ve been through being from the LGBT community is worth it. For both: Don’t change who you are. Never change what you believe in for anyone, ever. Reach out, take the anonymous off, tell your stories because I can assure your stories might be very similar. Many of us are from the LGBT community. And I not saying go as a shipper. I say go as a human. Take the shipper persona off, listen to people, help them regardless from that. Don’t be what people told you to be, be who you are. And any Superc*rp shipper can always talk to me about Lena. I would love too. Tagging @emarasmoak, @kelbottumbles, @anaveragegirl15, @winelover1989, @starcrossed-comets, @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain, @facepalming-since-chernobyl, and @lena-lipbite-luthor (if you want to reblog it be my guest)

Originally posted by badoca

Agents Don't Fall In Love

Originally posted by asterocky

Requested: Yes/No

Genre: Fluff
Summary: Training to be a special agent isn’t always easy, but you somehow manage. Obviously you have other hobbies, but you really didn’t expect this situation.
Word Count:  2328 (it really doesn’t feel that long to me idk why)
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I panted, my chest heaving up and down, and my heart beating fast. “A minute and forty two seconds,” A voice called out behind me. As soon as I heard the time, I sighed in disappointment and let my head drop to my chest. “Honestly Agent Cyanide, how are you supposed to be placed number one when your score for the obstacle course is in tenth place?” The voice scolded me. I rolled my eyes.

“Frick off Zero. You’re just bitter that you’re in 54th place,” I joked with a grin. He glared at me angrily, a pout forming. “Shut up, it was a rainy day.” That just fueled my laughter, making him push me over. Rain was no excuse to the Top Dog (our boss) and we both knew it. I just felt bad for the lad that was last and had to tell the Boss that.

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I swear to God I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve been scrolling for over an hour on my dash trying to find some robron content and all I’ve seen in that hour is a couple who yodels and raps, some guy enthusiastically playing the sax and general hate towards the guy who actually won this…contest?? Is it even a contest? Idk. I don’t know what the hell is going on in Europe ATM but they seem to be having a good time.