not gonna tag that other guy

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I'm not transphobic but there's no way the transgendered peter parker headcanon would work in the way of physical appearance, there's no way a trans guy could every achieve the muscles that are required of Spider-Man or any superhero. I'm not transphobic, but you trans guys will always have feminine builds and it isn't realistic for you to say that transgenders could look like buff superheroes or even just strong men. Sorry.

okay putting aside the fact that you are blatantly transphobic despite how much you say “i’m not transphobic” and also putting aside the fact that while peter parker does develop muscle definition he is still known for being very small and lean even after being bitten by the spider, let’s just take a look at some trans guys who will never be able to have the physique of superheroes or of strong men in general:

and that’s just a few of the many trans guys in this world, some of which are fat, or skinny, or curvy, or muscular as fuck – you know, like any other human being. can cis people stop acting like they know shit about what trans people look like.

hey guys, linh here, with a new tattoo. just like my other one, this really expresses how i feel and who i am.


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this has already been said regarding fanart but i’ve never seen someone say it about fanfiction so here i am

people who write fanfiction are people who choose to share FOR FREE something that takes a lot of time and effort to produce

they are also people who stress over putting their work out there for the world to see, because being confident with this kind of shit is really fucking hard

so when you make jokes such as “as soon as i see that the fanfiction is in the present tense i close it” just try to imagine what it feels like for someone who writes fanfiction in the present tense, or in first person, or characterxreader, or any other “type” of fic that yall apparently hate

imagine how it must feel like to give your all only for a bunch of shit people on tumblr who think every single fanfiction out there should be a fuckin literary masterpiece to say that its shit and that “no one stands fics like that”

seriously guys, i dont know if it ever crossed your tiny closed minds, but writers write for themselves. they write what they LIKE to write and heaven knows it takes so much mental energy to find the guts to share your work with other people. so for once, can yall stop degrading fanfiction writers and start giving them the credit they deserve?

okay listen since the beginning of 2017 i’ve been sensing something really different about dnp and it’s been strangely just .. open. they seem more open to their audience and are allowing us to see more of their lives and it’s adorable ok. shameless flirting left and right i don’t think i’ve ever third wheeled this hard . they’re so much more touchy on camera and have included many things and aspects in their videos that most likely would’ve been cut a few years ago and it’s so endearing that they’d trust us and just continue doing what their doing and having no shame in showing the public how much love and adoration and respect they have for each other. most internet friendships don’t last very long but look at dnp over here defying the odds. very soon it’ll be 10 YEARS of dan and phil together and creating content with each other. you’re gonna come here and tell me that it’ll be 10 years of them being together almost all the time and they’re not in love? i hear all this talk about how they’re best friends so it should be okay blah blah i understand HOWEVER how many best guy friends do you see acting as loving as dan and phil?

tl;dr / dnp are in love and it’s making me emotional

  • Me, scrolling through the Hiveswap tag: Wow! So much art and positivity for the game! Oh what's thi-
  • Me, clicking out of the Hiveswap tag: What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck its only been one act what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

I just remembered a dream I had like three years ago where me and Billie Joe were sitting on a bench outside this barbecue place and suddenly my phone started lighting up and buzzing because Pennywise, the clown from It, was commenting mean and scary things on all my instagram posts and I started screaming and crying and freaking out and Billie Joe was like “bitch calm down… just block him omfg,,, look I’ll do it for you boop” and he blocked him for me and saved my life

Make You Feel Good

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 2674
This is the first smut I’ve done in a long time. Be gentle, please.

Warning: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), squirting, unprotected sex (be safe people)

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

Dean’s Point Of View

           Y/N rarely brought a guy back to her motel room. I probably girls back too often. Sam had his nights here and there. But Y/N wasn’t one to have one-night stands. So, when I heard the guys’ voice in her room on the other side of mine, I was a little curious.

           And then I heard the words that sent me into a storm of rage.

           “You’re gonna take it you filthy fat cow.”

           “Get out,” Y/N’s voice was broken. I could hear her tears, “Please.”          

           “Not until I get what I came for. Not like you’re going to get it from anyone else. I’m doing you a favor.”

           I didn’t remember leaving my room or busting in to Y/N’s. But there I was, physically making that guy leave her room. With more threats to kill him, castrate him, and humiliate him if he ever came near her again.

           “Dean?” Y/N was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a sheet.

           I rushed to her, “He’s an idiot. He’s such an idiot. You’re beautiful and perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

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Doubt (reader x Bucky Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: A competition about who loves the other more reveals a deeper, sadder truth. 

Warnings: some fluff, then the angst. Sorry. 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but my brain wanted some late-night angst, so here you go. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on past relationships and their pitfalls late at night. Hm…

Originally posted by gliceria


You paused for a moment, tangled in an impossible dress that Natasha insisted you try on. Where the hell were the sleeves in this thing?!? Defeated, you decided to pull the dress off over your head and reassess the sleeves/neck hole/straps situation. Only Nat would find interest in such a complicated article of clothing.


Freed from the cloth, you smoothed down your hair and took another look at the dress.


“If you don’t answer that damn phone, I’m gonna smash it,” the redhead bellowed from the changing room next door.

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•dimple kisses
•don’t fight me on this like its a tradition to wake him up by kissing his dimples and he won’t wake up if you don’t do it
•then again you give him dimple kisses everywhere
•who wouldn’t???
•in return he gives you nose kisses
•he’ll give them to you whenever you’re done giving him dimple kisses
•a bunch of food dates
•doesn’t matter what type of food or if you’re on a diet
•if there’s a new place you’re gonna be there with or without him
•when you’re without him then you’ll probably have to tease him by sending pictures but he’ll eventually get you to crack and bring him some take out later that day
•sometimes the other members tag along depending on what it is
•like Winwin and Taeyong tag along to new ice cream places
•Doyoung goes to bbq places with you guys
•Johnny and Mark join you whenever there’s pizza involved
•but other times it will mostly be a cute romantic date
•'get ready, I’m coming in 10 minutes’
•'why, it’s 1 in the fucking morning?’
•'new noodle place and I’m gonna leave you if you’re not ready’
•'I’m always ready for food’
•cooking together is also a thing
•well it was a thing until you messed up Taeyoung’s kitchen so now you only cook at your place
•which is fine but he’s usually there at night and you hate cleaning at night
•better than having Taeyong scold you tho
•you spend most of your days at the dorms with the other boys tho
•rarely spend the night there because of Johnny snoring and complaining
•'ew stop making out, it’s like 2 in the morning’
•'shut up Johnny, you’re just jealous you don’t have anyone to make out with’
•you call him Jeff sometimes just to see his dimples when he smiles at you
•he calls you sweetheart or something cliche because he’s Jung Jaehyun but you don’t really mind
•cheesy pickup lines all day everyday
•'if you were a vegetable you would be a cutecumber’
•'do you have a bandaid because I scraped my knee falling for you’
•'I love you with all my butt. I would say my heart but my butt is bigger’
•'Jaehyun, we’re already dating’
•binge watching shows on Netflix together when you’re not out eating or cooking
•it’s just you, Jaehyun, the blanket and your laptop
•and snacks of course
•kinda like Netflix and Chill but you guys are actually chilling
•most of the times anyways
•now moving onto PDA
•idk I feel like Jaehyun wouldn’t actually do that much until you’re in the dorms or at the privacy of your home
•like he’ll just have his arm over your shoulder if you’re out where strangers can see him
•an occasional kiss whenever he’s feeling extra affectionate
•everything is else is a strict no
•but he’ll attack you with hugs and kisses at the dorms no hesitation
•sometimes if he’s ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) then he’ll stick his hand in your shirt
•like just so he can like draw patterns on your stomach or sides but no where else because he’s a respectable person
•actually I take that back
•very rarely he has his hands on your boob when you sleep but not much you can do about it since he’s fast asleep
•doesn’t really hold hands because he just pulls you in for a hug / cuddle anyways so what’s the point?
•'hey Yoonoh, sing me a song’
•'which one?’
•'never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and dessert you’

When you have a lull in finals and this is what you decide to draw :D

EDIT: btw guys, I drew Pidge, not Keith.  Sorry if there’s been any confusion!

Riverdale’s Romeo & Juliet Part II - Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

A/N: WHOAAAA! Was not expecting such a response to my last post. Thank you so much for all of the love! <3 I am flooded with requests, followers (I’m gonna follow back!), and just so much positivity. If you guys want to be included in the tag list, let me know! I, unfortunately, won’t be writing/taking other requests because senior year of high school sucks (:P) and I want to focus on writing this first before I venture to other topics. 

I hope I don’t disappoint with part two. You guys are amazing. Sorry that it’s shorter (I’ll make part 3 longer). Based on my schedule I most likely will be doing weekly posts/updates.

Thanks once again, sorry for the long A/N hehe.

Part I

Word Count: 888

Warnings: None



“What’s a Northsider doing here? Did your fancy little GPS in daddy’s favorite car get you lost?”

You could feel your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as he stares you down. You’re a person with average height, but his towering build easily makes you feel like a dwarf. As your eyes quickly flit to his crossed leather-clad arms, you notice the numerous rings adorning his fingers and can’t help but think how much your face would hurt if he punched you right now.

Then you see it, as he cocks his head slightly to the right. The mark on the left side of his neck is undeniably distinguishable, resulting in your eyes widening in shock.

Crap, of course, your mind registers as you process the infamous tattoo. They’re Serpents!

However, your heart isn’t racing because you’re scared, although you do admit that you’re slightly frightened. You haven’t feel this alert in days, a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through your body and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. During these past weeks of experiencing Riverdale everyone you’ve met seems dead…lifeless…

Except him.

“Cat got your tongue, Northsider?” His lips tug into a lopsided smirk, totally aware that the amount of time you’ve spent staring at him far exceeds the normal limit.

You fold your arms defensively and roll your eyes, attempting to dispel his smug tone while also trying to ignore the shivers you got when he smirked at you. “I’m here to talk to Jughead, not you.”

He raises an eyebrow again, slightly surprised that you actually responded. “Well, he’s not in the mood, Northsider.” He turns to a silent Jughead, whose lips are set in a hard straight line as he intently watches the scene in front of him. “Right, Jones? I’m curious though…how many girlfriends did you leave behind?”

The tall boy’s eyes meet yours again as he quickly glances at you from tip to toe, a devilish, challenging glint to them as they await your next reaction. “She’s definitely different from your other chick.”

“Sweet Pea, leave the girl alone,” interjects the pink-haired girl, exasperation evident in her face and voice.

But you certainly won’t let him off that easily. His last words make your blood boil, and you feel the need to accept his challenge. In fact, you welcome it. “Sweet Pea, huh? Is this your ‘sweet’ way of treating other girls? Wouldn’t be surprised that you’re just some lonely, jealous perv.”

You didn’t think it was possible but suddenly the boy closes the small gap between the two of you, to the point where you lose your footing while stepping back and almost fall down. His face flashes with annoyance, and you wonder just how in the hell such a short-tempered person got paired with an innocent nickname.

“Jesus, you’re all the same! Privileged snobs who think you’re all better than––”

“SP, stop!” yell Jughead and the other girl, using brute force to push him back.

You step further away, suddenly aware of the fact that everyone else has stopped their activities to see the scene unravel before them. How does nobody hear your heart beating out of your chest? Because you certainly do.

“You’re insane!” you exclaim at the trio in front of you, your finger pointing exactly at the raven-haired boy.

“Well, the feeling’s mutual,” Sweet Pea retorts back, bangs covering his pissed-off face as his fists clench so tightly. He’s never punched a girl before but you sure were asking for it, and boy, was it tempting.

“Y/n, leave. Now.”

You blink at Jughead’s order, taken aback at his words. His response was quite the opposite of how he had treated you before; when you, Archie, and him were younger and someone had broken something or taken another person’s toy, he always defended you, even if you were the culprit or in the wrong.

And at this moment, you are so in the wrong.

If it were any other time you would be feeling embarrassed, but it’s rather the opposite. Your body is a confused mess of anger, curiosity, and excitement. This Sweet Pea has your interest piqued, even if he’s currently annoying you. The electricity that coursed through you earlier is still present, if not amplified.

You’d never act like this, even if provoked. You don’t know if it’s because of the place you’re in, or him, but you definitely aren’t yourself.

What is wrong with me?

With that question nagging your brain, you and Jug exchange one last look before you curtly nod and turn away, beginning the walk back to your car.

“Yeah, go back home Northsider! Better not see you again!” Although you had only met him less than ten minutes ago, that voice unmistakably belongs to Sweet Pea.

Yet you can’t help but laugh at it. Because it no longer sounds angry––rather, it sounds as if he’s challenging you once again. Like he knows this won’t be the last time he sees you.

As you begin to enter the parking lot you raise your hand high enough in the air and proudly flip him off.

Because you know you’re bound to cross paths again. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re excited for the moment that you do.

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candiestudyblr  asked:

Based on the pride ficlet, but Richie always carrying Eddie, like whether it be bridal style, on his shoulders, a piggyback ride he's almost always carrying the boy (he's so smol how could he not?)

Eddie had been playing outside in the schoolyard with Bill when his friend introduced him to Richie Tozier and Stanley Uris. They were both ten like Bill and himself. And as a group they decided to play tag within the small time they had during recess.

And Eddie had been it when he came across a problem. As he was chasing his new found friend, one who was missing one of his front teeth, he skidded to a stop at the sight of a huge mud river. Richie looked at him from across it with a cheeky grin, missing tooth showing in glory. “Aren’t ya gonna tag me, Eds?”

Eddie glared daggers at him, crossing his arms. “Don’t call me that. Do you have any idea how many germs are waiting for me in that disgusting sludge?” Eddie pointed fiercely, contradicting his small baby voice with a very adult set of worries. Richie frowned.

“The games no fun when you’re not playing.” Richie trudged back through the sludge and stood in front of Eddie with a small smirk. The pit of Eddies stomach churned and he gazed at the other boy wondering just what he was thinking.

“I’m gonna help you out so you can go tag Bill or Stan but you gotta promise not to tag me, ok?” Richie asked with a grin, Eddie nodded numbly. “Hands in the air, wise guy.” Richie pointed his finger and Eddie raised his hands like he was surrendering.

Richie abruptly picked the smaller boy up in his arms, bridal style and started carrying the boy over to the other side. Once they reached the other side, he set Eddie down and pat his shoulders.

Eddie stared up at him, Richie frowned and waited for him to say something. But Eddie suddenly broke out into a grin. “Tag!” Eddie slapped his shoulder and ran off, as fast as the wind. Richie stood with his mouth agape before smiling.

“Oh you’re gonna get it, Eds!”

They’d been walking for what felt like miles now. It had been Bev’s idea to hitch hike their way through the forestry area of the town to get to the large open field. They suspected something had happened at home, maybe she just needed out of there for a while. So they all agreed.

But now, Eddie was beginning to regret it. He was dead tired and at a loss for breath. He reached into his fanny pack but found nothing, he went to panic. “Huh-shit-I-huh.” Eddie clambered for air as his friends started to panic. He saw guilt in Bevs eyes. But before anything more could escalate, Richie tore something from his backpack, an inhaler and shoved it into Eddies mouth, shooting it.

“Hey….w-w-why do you h-ha-have one?” Bill asked as he stepped closer to them. Richie shrugged.

“I keep an extra one just in case…you remember how buggy he got that time he forgot it when we were out playing in the barrens.” Richie justified and everyone smiled, returning to their walk.

Eddie kept his pace the same as Richie’s and tapped his shoulder. “Thanks Rich.”

Richie shrugged. “No problem… how tired are you anyway?”

“Dead tired.” Eddie chuckled as Richie stopped and kicked at the ground.

“Well I don’t want you have an asthma attack on me….c'mon.” Richie tilted his head and gestured for Eddie to come closer. Eddie quirked his brow. “I’ll give ya a piggyback ride, free of charge.”

Eddie shrugged and came over and allowed Richie to help lift him onto his back. He curled his arms around Richie’s neck and immediately recoiled a little. “God, you’re sweaty.” He scrunched his nose up as Richie bounced him slightly and started to catch up to everyone else.

“What do you expect Eds? We’ve been walking in 100 degree heat.” Richie hopped a little and Eddie smacked his head.

Eddie slammed his locker shut as he made conversation with Bill. “S-s-so Richie ask you to h-homecoming y-y-yet?”

Eddie frowned. “No. I don’t know what the ass is waiting for.” He frowned and Bill laughed. It was true, Richie was taking his sweet ol’ time.

“By the time he asks me I’ll be-”

Eddie was cut off as someone thundered down the hall and swept Eddie right off his feet. Eddie shrieked and looked Richie Tozier dead in the eye, tying his legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

“Drop me Tozier and you’ll see what happens!”

Richie stopped running and held them still, pressing their foreheads together. “Will you come to homecoming with me?”

Eddie frowned for a second and flicked Richie’s nose. “Yes, but next time you don’t have to carry me through the whole school to do so.”

“Mmmm I’ll think about it.” Richie rubbed their noses together.

They met at a dog park.

Which is weird in and of itself because a) Dean hates driving dogs in his baby; b) it’s not even his dog; and c) He’s still pissed at Sam for skipping out on him and their dad only to come back with a dog sized golden retriever he named Bones of all things. Jesus, Sam, you’d think you’re have a little more imagination considering you hid from one of the best damn trackers for two weeks only to name a dog after something we see every day. 

Dean sighed to himself. All that and he still has somehow found himself on pooch duty in some dog park in the middle of Illinois of all things. 

“He is limping.” Dean turned to the sound of a gruff voice coming from right behind in. 

“Yeah well, he’s old.” His comeback was coming out before he got a good look at the guy he was talking to. 

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