not really ambiguous

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It’ll all work out in the end, I won’t leave your side

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I love how some people seems to think Ephemera is secretly evil-succumb to darkness-related to Xehanort -type of character just because he have a silver hair lol. Can’t blame you, I thought the same when the first time seeing Ephemer, silver hair character are always look suspicious in every kingdom hearts xD

thank god he’s still a nice character (at least for now)

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“Better luck next time.”


Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

I realized too late that this wasn’t exactly what you meant by your prompt, sorry about that, but I hope it’s still okay!

The rest of my mini-fic/headcanons/ramblings about this AU are below the cut:

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If eremin became canon
  • Some of you: ew that doesn't make sense!! they're just friends!! well whatever I'm sure it'll just be a fling, everyone knows Eren will end up with Levi eventually 😍
  • The rest of you: omg so revolutionary!! i shipped it allll along
  • Me, a steadfast eremin shipper since chapter 5: oh goodness
  • Me:
  • Me: I'm sorry, my memory must be failing, I don't remember seeing you at the meetings
  • Me: my apologies, I must've imagined the snk fandom's complete and utter lack of support for eremin
  • Me: but sure
  • Me: yes quite revolutionary who could've seen it coming

I wonder if ToppDogg’s Hansol coming out as an person with a sexuality different to heterosexuality will lead to any idols coming out as well. What he did was brave and might spark discussion with Korean music and actual sexuality in regards to LGBTQIA+ for idols.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Eighteen

Summary:  You talk through the idea of being adopted by the Ackles’ with Jared and Gen. Jared has reservations, but realising the reasoning behind it helps all of you make your decision.
Words: 3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Kim, Briana
Warnings: uncomfortable conversations, mild angst
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Jensen escorted you to the Padalecki house despite your insistence that you could walk over on your own.

The incident with your mom in the airport was still fresh in his mind, it seemed.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Bendy I gotta ask..... Do you have a crush on India? 🖤

“To answer your question though, no, a’course not. I actually like India. We’re pals. You don’t sh*t where you eat.” -BTDD

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Where, oh where could Jackaboy be?

                                                              ͝W̸h̕y, ̀o̴h͝ ͜why can̛'t҉ we͟ ́s͘eé?

T̶h̵e ̵bo̡y,̕ t͜h̶e̡ c͟hild,̕ he͝ ́c̴a̷m͝e̶ b̶àc̴k̢ to̕ ̧li͝fe                                                 

             ,͏̱A҉̖f̞͓̗̭͇̰t͉̥͍̪͕̥͍èr̗̺͉̮͖̀ ̺͖t̴̮̰̟̱͉̞h̩͓̲͉͍̼̪͢ey̡ ͍̝̘g͎̳̬͉͢o̭̼͚͢ͅuge̺̟̤̗͕̪d͓̗͎̻̬̹ ͈̖̯h͔̖i̟̞͇̰͇s̳͔̪ ̘ț̵̙h̘̳̦̻͞r͙̮̼͇̲o̱̘͈a̴̗t͜ wi̙̺̠̞t͍̣̯ḫ̸̭̬͇̯̼ ҉̗͕͓̣͇ͅa͇̪̣̮ ̻̪̱̙k̙͔̮n̟̜̖̳͜i̕ͅf̱è

̠̙̼̥                              ̵͐̔͌ͥ͂̚I̛̿̉ͤt̛ͦ̐ ̔͑͛ͤ̋҉ç̽a̢͋̐́̇ͫn͆̽'̸̋̃ͯͩt̡ ̾ͯ́bͪ̎̍̌ͩ̀e͋̎̒ͥ ̵ͫ̆͊h́e̴ ̉̍i͠n̈̈́͛̏ͯͨ ͮ̕t̊͗͝h̚ẻ͗͑͗ͨ̚ ͐ͣ̋ͩ͝thi͛́nͧ̆̌̈͗ͤ͌g̒̍s̎̍̅ͧ͛̀ ͂̿̍wͬͤe̷͐͌ͣ̄ ̾ͩ̊ͧ͢sͥ̓͆ͦ̒e̡͂͌̽eͮͩ,́

         W̋ͧ͑̑́ͬ̚͟h̭̝͍̬̗̊̈́ͭ̈ë́̄̋͗̈ͭr̤̹̦̳̟̝̘e̙̯̜̮͒ͪͯ̄,̧ ̴͚̖̫͉͔̙̪o̴͈̻̓ͭ̎̅͌ͧh̫̖͍͚̭͙͡ ͍͎͆̆͑ͭ͝w̰̲̥̘͚͒h̛͇͕̟̼̗͕̓ͅe̴̯͌̅̈́̏̃ͥ̈rͩͨͦ͗ͨͩȩ̟̹̤̟̼̜̜̈ ̓̒͋̋͌ͅc͇̻͚̝̼̬̗ȃ͈̟̺ͫ͊n͖̼̝͇͈͔̜͂ͩ̇ͮ̐̚ ̙̞͍͋ͤͣͤ̑ͧh̠̖̘͍ͦ̊̃͌e̘̜̾ͪ͆ ̷̠͉̫̔b̮͎̆ͦ̇̚ē̪̾͌̊̚ͅ?̠̿̓ͧ̎ͪ̀

̵̐̄͋ͫͬͬTͯ̉̒̌́ͤ͑̓͡h̊̓̂̾́̒͗͜ȩ̸͒̎ͧ̈̏ͯ̀ ̵̒ͨ͝͠t̿ͩ̏ͥͣ̔̾̕͠͡ḩ̨ͩi̵̢ͤͧ̈́̌́͒̒͡n̨ͮ͋̽̔͋̌͐̈́gͫ̄̾͐̕ ̶̌ͬ̐̋̔̾̄̎͞ï̸̋ͮn̢͐͐̎̈́ͧͤ̀ͦ͘ ̊͞fͪͣ̉̽͜r̵͂ͤ͆̋̂͘oͩ̄̂̅̎̎̎ňͧ͂͆ͦ́t̓̀͜͝ ̧̍ͯ́̓͒ͫ̈͘ơ͒ͬ̄͋f̵̀ ̛̂͑u̡̎̊̏̚͠͡sͣ̈́ ̷͒̈́͂͛ͧ̄ͪ̍͟w̎̽ͭ̓̅̉͏ę̨̢̄ͫ̿͑ͦ͊̂ ̸̡ͯ̔̈ẁͭ̌̎̇ḯ̀ͥ͐̂̚͝҉t̵̒̽̌̆ͯͭ͂͞͏ń̾͌ͯ͂ͦ͋ͣ̀e̶̢ͫͥͧ́ͮ̄s̢̔̇̉ͤ̉ͬ̄͠s̶̓ͭ̿͗̑,̎ͥ̚
̡̛̠̞̫̣̤̗̍ͩ̆͊O̷̟̩̟̜͇̮̐̏̓ͦͨ̾ͧͫụ̫͚͖̰̘͎́̉͌ͨͯ̋̌ͭ͜r̟ͩͧ͐̒͂͑̍ͣ͟͡ͅ ̬̖̤̘̫ͪ̋͊ͧ̓ͣͩ͝p̴̡͉̠̪͍̳̦̐͒̎͛̓͛́a̷̷̟̩̩̭ͮ̀̓͗ͭ͐ȉ̡͙̝̭̬́ǹ̴̮̺̭̥̣͍̃̚̕,̶̦̠̳̩̿̍̓͠ ̢̗̭͓͊͌̉̈̎ͨ̚o̸̸͚͔ͫ́̿̎͘uͦ̔ͪ҉͏̤̭̭̜̲̣̩̻ṟ̤̟̖͐ͩͫ̊͐̇̎͋͢͠ ̧͋̾̃̍͛͏̧̤̗̼̬t͚̦̣̗̭͇̪́̃ͮͥͯͦͤ̚ȅ̵̝̯͖̗͈͇̞̹̇̓́a̷̡͕͇ͩͩ͗̏ͅr̻̺͚͓̙͗̇͡ș̡͖̠̪̣̳ͤ̇̑̿ͣͯ̽͐͡,̈́͐̀͛̉͏̼̦̟̭̪̹͉̲̗́ ̻̺̝͍͉͚̂̓́͘i̴ͫͪ̐͑́̽͠҉̱̗͓̪t̗͚̰̱̪ͦ͑̆̃͐͐̒͛͋ ̴̧̛̭͔̺̈̒ͥ̀͗͒ͮģ̺̼͎͖̩̗̒͗ͮͧ̑ͥͅȓ̡̥̠̦̥̯̜̞̗̑̅̈́̊̀̄͝͝ỏ̙̫͔̣̥̰̳͑ͦ͗̈́w̆͋̋̓ͯ͏̜͖͍̱͔̖s̡̺͚͛̒͗͆ͫ̋ͦͨ̀ ̶͈͖̣ͤ̍̀̾͊̑s͚̠͙̗̝̠̫̮͈̒͊̓̈́ͩ̽t̸̸̖̭̦̗̞̥͒͋ͯ̈́̀̿͠r̡̖͚͚͙ͯ̀̓ͦͬͭo̧̙̠̺̗͉͉ͧ̉ͦͬ̊́n̸̰̱͍̰͙ͪ̐̉͆̃͛̑͘͟ǵ̏͏҉͇ ͔̫ͦ̇̑ẅ̬͈̬̗i̸̙͇̟̟̰͕͐́ͨ̄̂́͗͠ͅt̵̡̗̩̦̟̖̯̯̃̿ͭ̍̏ͤ̿h͒̋̅ͯͫ҉͖͖̖̹͕̤̠ ̡̩͇̣͔̪̖̘͒͋̇͑ͪ͂̊ͪͅt̹̗ͬͪ̀ͪ̈́ͧ͢͟h͊ͦͥ͏̫̼͚͘i̢͔̮̦͔͕̥̝̍̆͋͌ͯ̍ͫ̓͜s̼̗ͯ͡͝.̵̛̣͇̳̜͔̌̃̑̾ͮ͂́

̺͍̗͎̼̝ͤ̿ͩͪ͊ͬͥͬT̫͔̦̗͓̓̅̐̔̒ͮ̔͆̇͊͒̏͂̀͆h̪̳͓̤̯̖̖͎̩̯̻̥͓͗̏̓͐̅̉̎̄̽̔͌̋͑ͩ̚e̙̞̗͚̯͔̺̯͕̫̓ͫ̈̏ͮ̄̒̌̔ͫ̀̌̄͂̎̚y̥̥͉͕̲̪̝͓̤̤̬̹͇ͬ́ͭ̌̇̿ ̰̤̖̙͚͚̻̮̱̭̟͖̜̣ͥ͆ͣ̊́́ͩͪ̑̇̚̚ͅt͉̭͚͚̺̣̦̟̹̻̹̟̪̙ͪ͊ͬͮ̌ͣ͛̈̆̍ͨ̽͋̚̚ȏ̳̱̹̍͛ͬ̂ͯ̈͊͆̌͗͋ö̬̮̭͓͔̞͉̬̰̂͛̂́͂ͤ̉ͦk̯̬͉̰͙͇͙̤̠͔̅͋ͤ͑͋ͣͭͧ͑̓ͬͯ͂ͫ ͈̘̲̪̱ͭ̉ͩ̆̾ĥ̙͚̭̗̮͍̭͖̮͎̩͉͙̪͎͒̉ͪ̽̂̎̍́ͫ̿ͩͤ͌̈́̾̌ỉ̟͉̳̱̖͕̲͍̥͉̘̳ͯͯͥͤ͑̇̀̿ͥ̑ͫ́s͕̱͙̙͓͕ͤ̊ͥ̆͂̃͋̿͋̄̇ͭ̽͆́̆̊ͪ̎ͅ ͔̘̞͍̬͙̜͇͇͔̝͓̝̃̐̂͗͒̈̆̈̔͆b͔͚̙̗̟̳̱͔̭̼̭̗͙͎̮͂ͨͭͤ̅ͭͪ̈́o̯͔̮̟̩̥̯̳̞̩̥̞͎͙̔̒̉̊̌̂ͣ̈̓̓ͭ̽͋ͫ̎̀̌̀ͩͅd͚͓̩̗͖̟͙̟̜͔̥̬̺̻͊͊̓̈ͩͧ̇͗͌̇͋͛̍̂͛̍ͯy̠̹͍̥͈̐̆ͤ͑̒͆̐͊ͧ̀͌̅̍̆ ͕͍̦̯̼̘̮̞̯͓͓͉̼̟̌͒̀̋̏b̳̻͉̯̮̣̮̝͈̬̠̭͎͖̯̽ͦ̈ͬͮ͗̈̎̐ͅy̫̟̞̰̒̏̊ͧͨ̊͂̆ͫ͒͛ ̪͎̬̹̫̮̮̼̲̭͍͍̘̮̈́ͯͫ͊̈́̿̈́ͅṫ̟̟̲̘̺͎̠̺̲̰͓̪̯̹͈͙̜͛̐̔̂͐ͣ̂̆h͚̳̲̗̫͚͈̫͉̳̱̠̩̲̞ͬ̐̈̿͐e̘̞͙͓̗̜ͭ͗ͪ̀ͮ͛͗ͪ͂̓͌ ͓̜͎̮̝̥͆͊̾̾̑̈́͒̏̑̌̏͑ṙ͓̻̟̤͔̮̝̤̩̣̩̖ͯ͑ͨͦ̿͊͋̓̔ͯͤ̍̉ͮͫ͊̔́ͅͅe͍͇̞͙̠̼̣ͮ̓̇ͥ͗̉ͬͤ̽̆͋̅͊̅̈́́̓̽ͪi̝̫̯̣͕̣͖̥͙͖͑́ͤ̽̒ͧ̃͌͑ͅg̭͙̻͎̝̻̳̥̼̻͓̙̩̖̫͉̘̣̃ͤ̔̂ͨn̝͚̜͖̫̬̦ͦ͗͋ͥś̹̩̝̂ͤ̾̈̑ͧ,͈͖͍̠̲̦͈̘̭͖͖̳̰̳̹͈̍ͨ͆̋͋̍̾͆͑͌ͦ̓̓̋ͧ͗̓ͩ̚ ̮͚̳̠̠͕̝͖̬ͫ̌͂̅ͥ̓̐̈́ẏ̤͙̘̘̟͕ͬ̍ͫ̽ͩͨo̥̱̞̳̣̪̗̻͇̖̘̬̥͓̹̟̯͒ͭ̽̓̉ͭ͋ͅú̘̰̩̹̱̹̑ͮͣ ̮̖̫͈̘͍̖͈̟̟͑́ͨͫ̄͂s̜̯̹̘̪̩̹͖̮̙̙͎̫̯̖ͫ̔̾ͪ͊ͫ̐͐̽̚e̯͉͙͗̈́̍ͮ̔̌̔ͣ̚e̙̬̗͍̪̥̲̜̗̖̯̮̩̬̪͈̫͍͒̊̇̿ͯ̀̆̌̚ͅ,͈͚̹̥̲̖̭̖͖̥͓ͣ̔͑ͤ


                                                        ̠̺̘̣̩̉̒͌̈ͥͣͩ̾̇ͭ̚̚S̜̝̖̮̗͎͖͍̫̖̹̱̝͒ͣ́̈̍ͫͫ̆ͧo̬͚͎̫͙̘̥̟̖̖̮͙̳͖̫͒ͩͮͧ̈́͑ͬ̒̋̓́ͭ ̮̙͓̖̫̰̻̫͖̼̖̌ͭ̾́̑̑̉̑̾͒́̐ͭͬ͌̿̓̚j̲̩͍̰̫̣͚̠̗̞̪̬̦̰̪̻͌̊̆͋͆ͮͯͣ̂̍͗͊̀ͣͅͅṷ̙̫͖̳̗̟͈̼̦͇̰ͤ̽̇̂s͎͕͕̺̑ͯ̾͗̈́̽͂ͪͣt͈͚̫͎̩̦̯͚̠̖̝͕͔̥̥̟̱̏̋̿̂͌̊́̍̓ͭͯ͛ͮ̑ͬ͆ͯ̈ ̞͙͕̻̹͍̤̘͔̰̜̞̑͒ͫ͛̈ͯͧ̊ͅk̦̳̟͕̦̓͊̾͌̍͊̈ͅe͍̞̠̦̥̞͍̘͖̮͔͉̲͓̖̼̮̠̫͑ͯ̎ͮ͒̑̇̐͛e̱͈̠͖̠͈̙͈͕̒̅̒͛p̗̬̩͕̺͊̿ͩ͐͌ͨ͊̄ͩͭ̓͒͊͗̐̎̓ ̫̟̻̤̠̂̈ͧ̈͂͛͒̎̇͆̆̇͑ͤͩͯ̃͋̈i̝͇͕̥̞̺͍̳̘̹̫̥̿̓̆̐͌͂̑ͮ̆ͣ́̐ͮ̚ͅn͎͇̫͖̣̱͉ͯ̾̒ͭ̋ ̪͚͔̭͙̠̰̻͇͕͚̭̩̟͓̣ͮ̈́ͩ̄́ͧ̚ṃ̖̲͕̱̲̱̯̹̞͈͎̼̪̤̭͚͓͗̐̅̇ͧͬi̟͖̜̩̲̹͕͕͎̳̳̻̙̼͍̟͍̥͊́ͫ̉ͮ̏̒͋̎̊ͅn͇̯͇̥̯̭͍͑ͧͯ͒̍ͩ͗͑ͬ̽̑̋d̺̻̙̟̠͇͕̖̪͚̠̹̭͔͓͓̞̒ͭͩͦ̉̉́̐̎̄ͤ ͖̺̟̳̩̼̦͙̦̣̘̦͚̣͍̙̀͊ͨ̆͑ͧ̇͌͆͆ͮͭͨͩ̐͂̑t͇͔͖̻̦͎͈̯̻̯̯͍̹̳̪̦͙̝͋ͣ̒̇̓͛̾́͒̈̓ͭ̐̃ͫh̜̞̣͚̮͉̥̩ͫ̒́̆ͦͩ̚a̙͈̩̰͎̝̯̥̞̰͚̠͔̦̱̣̬̺̣̋ͦͩ͛̿̈́͒̂ͦ̀̚t̜̭̗͓̯ͨ̾ͥ̇ͪͣ͊͒͐̉̋ͭ̃ͤ ̭̘̺̘̻͖͙̦̮̳̼̙͍̻̲̋ͤ̒̽̾ͮ̒ͭͮ̅̚h͈̯͖̖̤̬͇͈̖͉̫̤̪͕͍͇͈̆̋͗̏ͥͣ̒͆̎ͧ̉ͫͭ͆̊̊ͮ̄̐ě̘͚͕̯̗͔͈̖̦̮͈̥̙͚̝͂ͫͧ̂ ͇͇̪̳͔̗̣̭̓̈ͮͦ͒ī̱̱̞̭̫̠͖̼̾ͨ͗̽̎͊͌ͩ̿ͪ̇̇͒ͨ͗̚s̯̹̩̝̭̝̫̥͎͈͚̅͆ͩ̓͌ͣ̓̍́͆͐͐ͬ̚̚ń̗͕̣͔̺̼ͥ̂ͧ̅̑̄ͯ̑͒͂̍̊͊ͬͅ'͔̝̺̙̩̫ͪ̊ͨ̇̔̽ͨͥ͆ͩ͂͊́̚t̫̘͚̤͚͎͎̖͕̬̜̄̓͗̔ͯ̍̇̌̉͐̆͂ͨ̿ͥ ͍̻͕̼̖̠͉̘̪̺̦͈̞̞̈́̂ͣ͑ͩͥͮͭ͋̌̆̇ͦ̂ͣͅĥ̦̘̘̰̱͇̟̥̦͚̫̺͉͙̤͚̓̒͛̚e̪̩̩̣̝͈͇͍͕͔̫̦̥͙͂ͣ̑̌.͉̗̝͉̮̭̥͕̬͚̼̼̙̙͂̉́̏̓

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm taking Spanish right now in school and I've noticed that every other word is either feminine or masculine, so my question is if there is any way to make these words or pronouns gender neutral, so that way I don't offend anyone. I tried asking my teacher in a discrete way "What if you just met someone and couldn't tell their gender?" "You can tell just by looking at them" "but what if they look really ambiguous" "you'll just have to make a judgement call" -_- <--mfw

There is no official way to be gender neutral in Spanish, sorry dude but that’s how the language works.

i still get so mad when i think about how much these really abstract and unrealistic ideas about queerness contributed to my abuse. like, if you ever wanna know why i’m so bitter towards post-modern queer theory (aside from the more surface level stuff, like…fuckin’ ace discourse and who’s allowed at the pride parade or whatever) this is it. it’s real and it’s common and it’s happening to more women than anyone wants to admit.

you have these predatory, pseudo-leftist, pseudo-feminist men finding ways to claim queer identity, and then using this self-ascribed status to more effectively prey on women. and let’s be real here, they’re usually lesbians. but because “queer” has become this ambiguous term that can literally mean anything, we’re taking away women’s agency to name their own abuse and we’re pretending that these inherent power structures no longer exist as soon as a man finds a way to identify into queerness.

my abuser literally changed nothing about himself. he still used male pronouns, still dressed the same way he’d always dressed, still only dated other women, and still functioned as a man in the world at large. but because he told me that he was queer and non-binary, and because i was so fucking entrenched in these immaterial and abstract ideas about queerness, he abused the shit out of me for a year and i wasn’t allowed to talk about it or confront him about it or stand up for myself, because he wasn’t *really* a man and i wasn’t *really* a woman. 

he convinced me that, because i have masculine features, i wasn’t actually a woman, so if anything, i was posited as the bad guy for being the one who was actively displaying and embracing masculinity, whereas he supposedly didn’t possess any masculinity. 

but let’s be real here. i was a woman, he was a man, and i was being abused in the same way that men have been abusing women since the beginning of fucking time. and i know i’m just being an evil, gatekeeping dyke or whatever, but it’s so fucking frustrating to feel like i’m the bad guy for wanting us to be cautious in our use of the word “queer” so as to avoid this really ambiguous term that allows for the concealment of abuse and manipulation. 

i still feel like i’m not even allowed to talk about this, because i’m doing something wrong by questioning his identity or whatever. but i know what i experienced, i know what other women have experienced, and it’s so fucking immaterial to keep acting like this isn’t something that can and does happen.

hemnalini  asked:

babes could you write fs going maternity clothes shopping? you're so effing fabulous! <333

Well of course I can! Thanks <333

(Ao3)

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With a muffled groan of exertion, Jemma tugged on either side of her shirt, trying to force them close enough to do up the buttons over her growing stomach. But, the material simply refused to give anymore, leaving an inch of bare skin still exposed down the center of her torso.

“I think it’s time to admit defeat, Jem.”

Huffing out a breath, Jemma finally gave up on the shirt and allowed it to settle around the soft curve of her baby bump. Turning to face her amused husband where he was leaning up against the doorframe of their bedroom and had obviously been watching her struggle, she sighed, “I suppose you’re right – but, at least I made it almost five months before I had to buy new clothes.”

“How you can even make being pregnant competitive, I’ll never know.” Fitz shook his head, an unbearably fond smile tugging at his lips that Jemma couldn’t help but return. “Alright, see if you can find something that still fits, and we’ll head out right now and pick you up some new things before you have no options left.”

“Well, I’ll always have the option of not wearing a shirt,” Jemma shot back teasingly, even as she threw a contemplative look at her side of their opened closet.

“Much as I’d love that, I don’t think it’s appropriate in most social situations.”

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morally-ambiguous-llama  asked:

do you think junko's happiness at being executed was because of experiencing despair like she claimed, or because she knew she had at least two AI versions of herself made and that she was still basically a god to a whole bunch of despair-ified cult members? maybe both?

So I haven’t answered this ask because it required time on my part, so since I’m sitting here waiting for the next Exile Election video to finish encoding so I can upload it, let me take a crack at it.

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