not like any of you don't know this

Ok so

I don’t have the full story and I refuse to pry further because that just spreads possible misinformation but from what I understand

A player has potentially (I say potentially because the name is not going around, but that doesn’t make it any less severe) been outed as queer by a partner

This. Is. So. Fucked.

Period. End of sentence.

Like I don’t care if you think “well they were on x dating app, they had to see this as a possibility”

No.

Sharing any sort of information from any sexual partner on social media is disgusting, disrespectful, and wrong. I don’t care if they’re it’s a regular person, a pro-athlete, or the fuckin Queen of England. Posting anything online that you have not been given explicit consent, by every party involved, to post is wrong and straight up illegal.

This is not me defending whatever player this is. This is me defending the fucking personal privacy of another human being.

If you think anything to the contrary or think that this was okay on even a microscopic level you can fuck right off

sherlock-sparkles  asked:

Umm... okie dokie, umm let's see how I can explain this without going all 18+, ummm...Ok, so a 'mate' is like a significant other, like umm, you know how when umm two monsters love each other, and they uh, they do that thing that makes babies? Umm, basically your body wants you to do that thing that makes babies Ara, if that uhh, makes any sort of sense? (But seriously don't do the thing that makes babies you are hecking 8 hhhHH--)

he doesn’t know where ‘normal’ babies come from or how they’re made-

my fave parts in beauty and the beast:

  • gaston dragging agathe in front of the whole town and then just going like ‘no offense agathe’
  • when lefou asked gaston whether he seriously wanted to be part of belle’s family
  • “is that fair?” - “i don’t care”
  • when gaston told belle that she just had to find the right man and she was all like ‘it’s a small village i’ve met everyone’ like what kind of savage
  • “BE FREE!” iconic
  • lefou spelling gaston’s name
  • beast dragging belle for her taste in shakespeare
  • belle holding back tears when she’s in the library for the first time honestly same
  • lefou’s smile upon realizing that maurice was still alive
  • “there’s a beast running wild, there’s no question, but i fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • maestro cadenza going “ouch” when gaston ditches lefou
  • when chip apologized to maurice for moving and maurice was just like ‘it’s alright’ and then he fucking bolted
  • luke evans singing
  • EVERMORE
  • “too much?” - “…yep”
  • belle teaching that little girl how to read
  • “i didn’t think she would say yes!”
  • when everyone was changed back
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Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…

Aight so everyone that knows the Fake AH Crew knows of their frontman, the Golden Boy. People in the city never really questioned when Gavino Free joined, because for as long as they can remember, he’s been associated with them. In reality, he has. It just wasn’t in the concrete way it is now.

Gavin Free admired the Fake AH Crew from the second he heard about them, at 17 arriving bright eyed and eager in the heart of Los Santos. They hadn’t yet reached the legendary status they once would, but they were up and coming and certainly the talk of the city. A brilliant strategist, skilled pilot, eagle eyed sniper, rage in the flesh, and the devil himself being a black skull mask,They were dangerous. Efficient. Powerful. Rich.

It wasn’t easy making a living in the city. The underground was cutthroat and teeming with competitors that were eager to drop their opponents as they struggled to stay afloat. Little Gavin Free didn’t have much, a worn duffle bag and a stolen gun, but he had his brain and he had his charm. Gavin wasn’t bulky, he wasn’t a fighter. What Gavin was good at was people, twisting their perceptions, tricking them with pretty words and slight of hand. 

Thugs didn’t always stop to listen to what you had to say. Not unless you made am impression. Gavin did that with his appearance. His golden rings, necklace, shades, the sharply pressed collard shirts, the wild hair and the breezy smile. He didn’t have combat skills and an arsenal of weapons. He had an image. If that didn’t stop them, his reputation of being a Fake did.

Only that he wasn’t. Not at first. You see, it’s much easier to make someone listen to you if they’re terrified of what forces you have at your fingertips. Gavin used the name, the brand, to sow his seeds. Whispers of a newcomer with incredible talents, hand picked by Geoff Ramsey himself. The boy was pure talent. Ruthlessly efficient and as deadly as his smile was lovely. Thugs on the street had second thoughts about messing with a Fake, more willing to listen, much easier to bend and break to Gavin’s will. They saw rich and powerful Gavino Free, not the broke, scrawny, kid from England that was still bumming in  a shitty apartment building his assets.

It all worked well, using his imaginary crew to pull off heists, gather a small working of minions, build a tiny fortune. He was safe and the Fakes were none the wiser. Not until a heavily tattooed man approached him at the bar and ordered them drinks, a knowing smile on his face and careful, measured movements. Gavin knew exactly who was sitting across from him and he knew that he probably had exactly two minutes to explain before he was dead on the floor. Only surprise was when the man introduced himself as Geoff Ramsey and asked if he’d like an official invite into the crew rather than playing pretend, said that he’d been watching Gavin for weeks and was impressed. Gavin was more concerned that the Fakes had been watching him for weeks and hadn’t killed him than the fact he’d been studied. After the two shook hands, the history of the Fake AH Crew had been written, only the inner workings of the group knowing the amended version of it.

Gavin Free, Golden boy of the Fakes and the Kingpin’s silver tongued negotiator had been with the crew for as long as the city can remember, and only a scrawny, cocky little Brit knew that histories weren’t always so clean cut.

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Looks like staying up too late to draw bakushimanari comics that make sense only to me is becoming an ill advised habit

Making Sense

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

There was flour fucking everywhere.

“Did any of the flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour drifting across the kitchen.

“Shut up,” Simon grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers.  “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”

“We already did double what the recipe called for.”

“I know, but I want there to be cherries -”

“In every bite,” Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow furrowing involuntarily.  Baz loved that furrow.  That furrow was only one of countless things Baz loved about Simon.

Simon turned to meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter.  Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be able to look at them.  It was like trying to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.

Oblivious little fuck.

“Should I roll it thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts.  Not that it mattered, the thoughts would carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.

“It looks fine,” Baz shook his head.  “I wonder though, should we add something to them?  Like peppermint extract or something?”

“Why would we do that?”

“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”

“So we’ll make Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones, they’re perfect as they are.”

Baz got an idea.  “How about we cut them with Christmas cutters?”

Simon laughed.  “The scones?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.”

They dipped their cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men.  They worked in silence, side by side, Baz trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon.  He still found it hard to believe that after all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.

They both reached into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing.  It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.

The second their hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back.  He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the snatching.

Baz peeked at Simon’s face.  The boy was staring down at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…

Don’t overthink it, he told himself. You mean nothing to him, not like that.

But there was that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping.  What if you do?

“Ready for the oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple question, especially with Baz right beside him.

“Sure,” Baz replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan, sliding it into the oven and setting the timer. Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon.  “Now we wait.”

Simon had an odd expression on his face.  He stared sort of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz.  “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon murmured.

“Well,” Baz watched Simon’s face, puzzled.  “We could start to clean up, I guess.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed.  “We could, yeah.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Suddenly Simon’s eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away.  He returned the gaze as coolly as he could, feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by.  “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.

“No,” Simon murmured, not looking away.  “Nothing’s wrong.  In fact, something’s right.  Everything’s right.”  He took a deep breath.  “Everything is… making sense.”

“R-really?”

Simon took a step towards Baz, then another.  His gaze was so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go, he was already backed against the counter. “Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”

“There’s…” Simon cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away.  “There’s flour on your face.”  He reached a hand up to brush his thumb across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch.  Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears, louder and louder and…

And then Simon reached up…

And Baz’s heart went silent.

Because Simon was kissing him.  Shyly.  On the mouth.

Baz’s eyes scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.

Simon dropped away from Baz’s mouth.  When Baz opened his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again.  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Baz had to take a couple of breaths before he found his voice. “W-what for?”

Simon’s eyes were blurring up.  “I thought I’d figured it out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I thought that you wanted… that. I guess not.”

“Did… did you want that?”

Simon squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“Simon,” Baz rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the gesture.  “I need to know.”

For once, it was Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes.  “Yes, alright?  I wanted it, but clearly you didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.”  His voice was hitching as he fought back tears, his breath becoming ragged.

Baz didn’t know it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically giddy.  Without letting himself think about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his lips linger a second longer than they needed to.  He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in surprise.  When he met Simon’s eyes, neither of them looked away.  “Wait,” Simon breathed, “did you want that?”

Baz could barely whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth again.  This time there was no hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.  

Simon’s mouth tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the entire time.  Baz’s hands went from Simon’s face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck.  Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop, Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might faint.  Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face, still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards, the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction.  His world was nothing but Simon, and he couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with his own.  

It wasn’t until much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that they realized they’d sat in the flour.

Links to playlists of some MX shows

The original, the one that formed MX, No Mercy. Be ready for second hand embarrassment, laughter, and a lot of tears. 

Deokspatch was the next thing they did. Classic moments that should not be missed. Truly shows what dorks they are. 

Right Now they filmed last year. My bestie and I have watched this through twice, and you can learn a lot about these kids.

A few random things I have saved in a playlist for some reason. 

There is a ton on VLive as well, they have shows all the time. Those playlists above are the roots of the group, though. It’s a lot to watch, a lot of hours, but you find out a lot about the boys, so it’s worth your time.

Monsta X is one of THE most hardest working groups out there. I stan a lot of groups (like all the boy groups) but I still feel like MX is at the top of the list of groups dedicated to their fans and busting their asses for their performances. They are talented and worth every effort to get to know. 

Imagine Woozi getting all shy when the boys jokingly bring up your name during their conversations, just to tease him.

“I don’t see color” when referring to race is not good. You shouldn’t mush all races and ethnicities together in a big blurry ball. You should acknowledge their differences. Acknowledge that poc face unique problems. Acknowledge white privilege. Acknowledge that the US oppresses poc. “I don’t see color” doesn’t mean you’re not racist, it means you’re ignorant.

Sabrina’s Icon Tutorial

So you wanna learn how to make simple icons, and make them fast? This is the post FOR YOU. I constantly brag about my 1,500 icons for each of my muses, all simply edited and edited fast with minimal effort on my end.
(Note, this tutorial ISN’T how I edit my icons, but how I make editing them easier on myself.)

For this tutorial, you will need:
Photoshop! I use CS6 and while these features might be in earlier versions, I suggest getting CS6 to make things easier on yourself!
Icons to edit! Make sure you’re allowed to edit your icons if you download them from someone else’s icon set. 

If you are cropping your icons yourself, try to save the image with the artist’s URL- that way, you can credit the artist if someone asks for it, and you can delete the icon if the artist comes and asks you not to use their art.
If you didn’t crop your icons yourself, don’t worry about it, but please remember to be respectful if an artist approaches you and asks you to stop using a certain icon that uses their art! If they say to stop, stop using the icon and delete it like they asked you to.

That said, let’s get right into this! If a part has confused you, please don’t be afraid to head to my inbox and ask me for clarification!
Also note that this is MY METHOD of making icons- there is no Right or Wrong way to make icons. This is simply how I do them, and how I edit 1,500+ icons in a matter of 10 minutes.

Image-Heavy tutorial below the cut!

Keep reading

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Imma open the ask box, but first I wanna (kinda) reply to everyone who sent these nice things go before I closed it! I don’t have art block anymore, so I have no excuse to leave it closed :,D Anyways thanks to all of you great people who support this blog! It takes a lot of time and energy to run, and I’m really happy to make the content that I do!

I do apologize for having the ask box closed for so long, so it was hard to contact me ;-; If my box is ever closed and you guys still want to send nice words, @loveforfnafblogs is pretty much an entire blog dedicated to giving fnaf blogs love! So check it out if ya want, or contact me on my main blog. Either way, shortly after posting this, the box will be open, so have fun!

PSA: Don’t ‘ship’ idols and sexualise every thing two males do together if you don’t actually support the LGBTQ+ community. Don’t. You can’t have it both ways, you can’t use our sexuality as a means of entertainment and to get yourself off, but then turn round and not care about REAL people in these situations.

The amount of bullshit I’ve seen excusing what Jaebum said on Celebrity Bromance is fucking ridiculous. Here’s some words from an Actual LGBT Person: It was homophobic. There’s no misconstruing or people overreacting. Saying you would beat someone up for wanting to take a guy out somewhere is homophobic. I don’t care if he was nervous or it was a joke or you show me a picture of him holding hands with a guy once. It. Was. Homophobic.

If you excuse people’s comments as not serious or just jokes instead of actually calling people out just because you like them as singers, you are being homophobic too. Listen to actual LGBTQ+ people who are telling you this was wrong of him to say instead of taking it as just a part of his personality or his culture because you don’t want ‘drama’. There are real fans who must feel fucking heartbroken at someone they love using threatening language about LGBTQ+ people. It’s not people overreacting. It’s people hearing an idol say something that we hear time and time again out of the mouths of homphobes, and we have every right in the world to be upset and call him out.

If you shrug it off or actively defend him, you don’t support LGBTQ+ people and you can unfollow me right now, and take your shitty attitude and your love of fanfic with you.