not glue to the tv

So apparently Mike is leaving Suits at the same time as Rachel.

I…….. cannot convey how not on board with this I am. Suits without Mike is like Merlin without Arthur. Sherlock without John. Friggin’ Achilles without Patroclus, even.

I honestly do not know how this show is gonna work without the Mike and Harvey element.

5

- Tell that little girl she’s ugly.

- I don’t want to.

-Tell that little girl she’s an embarrassment and worthless and useless. Because that’s what you do every single day when you say that to yourself.

Well, Don’t you think she’s ugly?

- No.

- No? Or fat?

- No.

- No? Or an embarrassment? Or horrible or worthless?

- Just stop it! No!

- Want do you want to say to that little girl?

-That she’s fine. That she’s perfect.

Then that’s what you need to tell yourself.

How not to be offensive this Halloween!

I keep seeing people complain about not knowing what’s offensive and not offensive for Halloween anymore ( when I damn well know y'all do know but y'all just wanna make a slippery slope argument so you don’t have to actually be respectful to other people)

So here’s a list of awesome non-offensive Halloween costumes to choose from ( so y'all can stop making excuses). Showing you that omg!!! You totally have so many options to wear. And that omg what?!? Marginalized cultures and communities are like a few out of the thousands of costume ideas possible that we ask you to not wear! So why do something that harms oppressed groups when you can do something way more fun and creative and not hurt anyone in the process ( except maybe yourself, fuck hot glue)

Let’s start!:

Horror Film/Tv characters ( Chucky, jigsaw, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Ghostface, Leatherface, Pin-head, Samhain, Ash, Dr. Loomis, Hannibal Lecter, Dean and Sam Winchester, Vanessa Ives, ect.)

Fantasy film/tv characters examples ( Hobbits, Princess Buttercup,

Harry Potter, John snow, Galavant, Buffy, Jack Sparrow, Indiana Jones, etc)

Basic stuff like; Pirates, ghosts, vampires, werewolves,mermaids, witches( minus the big nose because that was anti-Jewish), a wizard, trolls, fairies, mummy’s, a motherfucking dragon!

Sci-fi film/tv show characters examples: ( Doc Brown, Ripley, Spock, The Doctor, A Jedi, Men in Black, Bill and Ted, etc.)

Super Heros and Villans( Superman, Spider-Man, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Scarecrow, The Joker, Harley Quinn, Thanos, Squirrel Girl, Misty Knight, Martin Manhunter, Gamora, Iron man, etc)

Inanimate objects: a tv, a toilet, spoon and fork, a cellphone, a game boy, a lamp ( possibly with a fishnet leg in high heels), a teapot, etc.

Professions; ( nurse, doctor, lawyer, firefighter, teacher, etc)

Animals ( there are so many comfy ass kigus available online of all different types of animals)

Most anime characters.

Legitimately anything fucking Tim Burton.


Okay so y'all want sexy costumes?

Aight I fucking got you fam!

Sexy-up legitimately anything in the above list, go ahead figure out how to be a sexy Hobbit. Be a sexy turtle (maybe even a ninja one) for all I care. You do you boo boo.

Sexy Cryptids yo. Haven’t seen that yet. Make mothman sexy, fucking do it. I dare you.


Okay but what about Disney stuff? Can we do that?

Fuck yeah you can. Disney princesses, Disney princes, and Disney villains. Disney bounds. Fuck just Disney characters for the most part. Do it! Do almost all the Disney (Execpt for Pocahontas as the film is incredibly divisive and while there are many who are okay with it, there are still many who are not okay with it. And then many that aren’t are still just as important as the many who are. And while Disneys film is a very loose account and portrayal she was still a real person and not a fictional character.(This is directed to non-natives.) )

Oh but aren’t some of those Disney characters people of color?

Why yes thanks for asking. Some of them certainly are! But because this is in the fictional Disney universe and they are specifically for animated characters it’s different.

Say you want to be

Tiana from the Disney film Princess and the Frog, that’s extremely different than dressing up like a caricature of a black person.

Why?!? because you are specifically that one character as designed by Disney and for Disney that is only representing that character in Disney not anything else other than Disney’s Princess and the Frog; as opposed to dressing as a culture and caricature of real human beings that are still alive and kicking and representing them in a negative way while appropriating precious things about their culture.

It’s fine to dress up as fictional characters that aren’t the same race as you, as long as you aren’t changing your skintone to do it.


Now things you shouldn’t dress up as:

Caricatures of Native Americans, African Americans, Latinos/Hispanics, Middle Easterners, Asians, disabled people and LGBTQ (don’t be a Trans person whatsoever).


No black face, yellow face, brown face ect. Don’t fucking do it. Just don’t.


Don’t dress up as things that make fun of people with mental illnesses. That’s hella lame and just not cool.

Don’t dress up as things that make fun of people’s body types ( aka don’t buy fat people costumes)

Don’t dress up from closed Religions. By that I mean shamans, witch doctors, Voodoo priestess or priest, etc. Close religions are religions that are only passed on and open to people of that culture and heritage. Things like Jesus, Nuns and Priests, Greek gods and goddesses, Egyptian gods and goddesses, are fine because they are open religions and their religions don’t state that you can’t have physical representation of said figures faces.


Wow look how small this list is in comparison to the first list of all the things you can dress up as without offending anyone. Amazing I know right?

Now if you still end up dressing up as any of the stuff that is extremely offensive after reading this. No excuses, you’re just an uncreative asshole.

So instead of being disrespectful to others this Halloween, why not have fun while being excellent to each other instead!

my mouth tastes like booze and bad decisions (Tuckington, AU, NSFW mentioned, 1.7k)

i’m sick as fuck, here’s some unedited fluff. take it and leave me here to die.

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It takes Washington a good minute of lazy wakefulness, crushed under the gentle weight of layers of blankets and pleasant fading dreams, to realize he’s not alone in bed. A few seconds after that, and a deep inhale of sheets that smell like sex and unfamiliar detergent, and he realizes it’s not even his own bed.

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Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.

A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X

Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.

“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”

“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.

“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”

“Great, do you-”

“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.

“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.

“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”

Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.

“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.

“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.

“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.

“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.

“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.

Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”

“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”

“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”

“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”

“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”

“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.

“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”

“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.

“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.

In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.

“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”


Here’s Part 2 and Part 3

2

Nobody has been maimed this week.

Nobody has lost a finger on kitchen duty.

Nobody has had their brains beaten to a pulp by a carelessly unattended mop
bucket. 

Nobody has been squirted with modelling glue in the TV room, and had lit matches flicked at them until they were engulfed by tiny screaming flames.

It has been a very good and fortunate week so far, reflects Raj. And the fact that Mia is coming to see him tomorrow might make it one of the best weeks he has ever had.

♡3:00 AM♡

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Hoseok (bts)

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smut

ϟSummaryϟ

Your best friends, Bts, come over and spend the night. You had to wake to feed your fatass dog, who just has to be fed in the middle of the night. While doing so, you were surprised to see a sleepy Hoseok sitting on you couch and playing video games.

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Early morning sex; fucking while the boys are sleeping; being friends with Hoseok but you’re close enough to do…things; fingering (y/n receiving); oral (y/n receiving); riding Hoseok

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It was 3:00am. You were half awake when you felt your dog jump onto you bed and start licking your hand. You had forgotten about how they just had to be fed so many times in a day. You got up and walked into the kitchen to put food in their bowl. Afterwards, you went into the bathroom to pee and wash off the dog saliva from your hand.

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Silver (Lams)

AN: this is day 4 of 31 days of Halloween and could definitely be better

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Prompt: this post

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 836

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John made his way inside from the car with enough groceries to justify multiple trips, the bags weighing his arms down. He stopped on his way to the kitchen when he saw that the house was in exactly the same state it had been in when he left and noticed how quiet it was. Alex was supposed to stay home and clean but apparently couldn’t be bothered, even though he knew how long of a week John had had. All John had asked him to do was clean. He could have done that before he left.

The groceries were put away with plenty of huffing and door slamming even though Alex wasn’t there. As soon as he was done, John went upstairs and hunted down the jewelry he had kept stowed away since he started dating Alex for his comfort. He went to the bathroom to put in several earrings that he hadn’t used since his edgier phase in college, as well as a few simple bracelets. Once he was satisfied with his work, he curled up in bed and watched tv while he waited for Alex to get home from wherever he had gone. A few hours later, the bedroom door opened slowly and silently.

“Hey,” Alex smiled sheepishly. “Mind if I join?”

John didn’t acknowledge him even when he hissed after trying to step into the room.

“What the fuck?” Alex asked, more confused than angry.

John simply brushed his hair away to expose his piercing-lined ear and crossed his arms to show the bracelets. He settled further down into the bed, keeping his eyes glues to the television screen as Alex made a few more attempts to enter the room.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?” Alex sighed.

“Nothing,” John shrugged. “I’m making Italian for dinner because it sounds good, so you might want to go back to the office.”

“John,” Alex raised a brow and leaned against the doorframe.

“Alex.”

“You only do that when you’re mad at me. You don’t like being alone when you’re upset otherwise. What happened?”

“I already told you. Nothing,” John repeated with another shrug and pulled the covers further up. “That’s the problem.”

“How is that the problem?” Alex furrowed his brow.

John rolled over onto his side, facing away from Alex. “You’re pretty stupid for a man who has the life experience you do,” he mumbled.

“Can you just tell me so that I can fix it?” Alex struggled to keep frustration out of his voice. “I’m not in the mood for childish behavior.”

“Is that so?” John hummed and stood up, walking towards the door, forcing Alex back. He shut the door in his face and hung a bracelet on the door knob. “Fuck you,” he growled and curled back up in bed, leaving Alex confused in the hallway. “I asked you to do one thing. One thing after I worked late every night this week and spent all day running errands, most of which were for you. So just leave me alone,” John muttered, knowing Alex would hear him no matter how quiet he was. When there was no answer, he scoffed and pulled a pillow over his head, listening to the muffled sounds of the tv as he drifted off, not quite asleep but not exactly awake.

A while later, John was roused by the smell of chocolate chip cookies that his rumbling stomach couldn’t ignore even though he knew this was Alex’s way to try and end an argument. He took his time taking the jewelry off and tucking it away again, not quite so quick to forgive but definitely hungry. Sure enough, when he got to the kitchen, he was greeted by a reserved Alexander and a plate of cookies on the table.

“I’m sorry, baby. I got caught up in what I was doing and completely forgot. But I cleaned everything except the bedroom and started the laundry. I called in some favors and we both have a long weekend that’s going to be all about you. I also ate so that you don’t have to worry about it. All about you,” Alex ghosted over to John and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I’m really sorry. What would you like to do?”

John didn’t take long to think, though he did ignore the apology. “Some of those in bed. Carry me?” he looked up at Alex, who nodded and bent down to kiss him gently.

John pulled away to grab two of the cookies before going back to Alex. “Let’s go.”

Alex scooped him up and carried him back to bed, sitting with him curled up in his lap. John turned the tv back on and settled back into him. They sat in silence as John ate and it wasn’t long after he was finished that he started to doze off. Alex laid back to make him more comfortable and adjusted the blankets to make sure that he wouldn’t get cold as he slept.

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on ao3

im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa​ for the title <3

enjoy!


Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

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