not a creep at all

anonymous asked:

"and may even hurt more women than it does men" i'd *love* to hear you explain this one.

a ton of people have gone over this, but the obvious example is if a woman is trapped in an abusive relationship and you tell her oh honey all men are like that, exactly how does that help her by normalising her situation

not to mention if you’re trying to call a guy out for being an asshole and he’s like what are you one of those feminists who think all men are creeps or what

when did “boys will be boys” become a helpful framing??

Iced Coffee

Today, her hair was styled a little differently than normal. Instead of her hair being loose and fluffy, it was neatly tied back in a little ponytail. Well, it was only natural that she would change her hairstyle especially since it’s gotten so hot lately, but it was unfair on how she could look even cuter than before!  

“Sir?” she called out, facing him with a curious look.

“Y-Yes?” Crap, was he staring? Did she catch him? Oh, what if she bans him from coming here because she’s so creeped out by him looking at all the time?

She gave him a polite smile and asked, “How’s the coffee?”

“Delicious as always!” Should he tell a pun or did she not like puns? Were there people who didn’t like puns?  

“Would you like anything else? Perhaps a refill?” she offered.  

Haise glanced over at his watch. Shoot, his break’s almost over. “No thank you, but may I have 5 iced coffees to go? And the bill?”

“Of course. I’ll have that right out for you.” Should he say something? Would it be weird for him to compliment her? “Here you are. Thank you very much for your patronage.”  

“Your hair is very cute today,” he blurted out.  

“I’m sorry?”

He could feel his ears heat up from that comment.

Before he could further embarrass himself, he grabbed the coffee tray and shouted,“Thanks again!” And he rushed out before the waitress could even get a word out. 

That was so embarrassing! Oh, why did he say something like that? Now how’s he going to face her next time?

The way I see it, Prince Lotor could either be a great opportunity for serious drama or just an absolute Team Rocket-style shitty villain, and either way I am 110% ready to see Voltron dropkick him into space.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws are known for their extremely dry humor, and they are almost always the ones that crack the extremely sarcastic jokes and everyone around them stops and stares at them for a moment to try and figure out if they were serious or not.

You seem to really be hitting off with a new friend. In the course of casual conversation, a sense of unease begins to creep in as you slowly realized that the two of you share all the same opinions. Every. Single. One.

Aftermath

Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.


“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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It hits you in the simplest of ways.
How precious life is.
Did mothers kiss their babies goodbye?
Not knowing it was the final goodbye?
Did friends take pictures?
Not knowing it was their final one?
It creeps in on you.
The stillness of it all.
The finality.
That nothing matters.
22 (babies) dead.
Not so soon.
Not again.
Humanity filled with dread.
No place safe.
Not concerts.
Not schools.
Not theatres.
Not clubs.
Living in a 21st century bloodbath.
It creeps in on you.
The stillness of it all.
Time and time again.
Humanity.
Pushed to the brink.
Yet.
You realize.
Life is precious.
We must hold every moment with care.
And rise and rise again (with love).
We must hold each other with care.
And rise and rise again (with love).
—  The world cries with you, Manchester // @abillionlittlethoughts
#ManchesterStrong
We’re all Basket Cases...!

Sometimes I give myself the creeps: Scorpio, Taurus, Aries, Capricorn 

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me: Gemini, Virgo, Libra, Cancer

Am I just paranoid, or am I just stoned?: Pisces, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Leo

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You can’t bring me down!!!

Hah, you guys I finally finished!  Hope it’s worth the wait. 

anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.