not tagging so i don't get shit

Honestly, it’s my own fault getting pro-Trump rhetoric on yesterday’s post for having tagged it “Trump” as a warning to my followers, so as much as I think the people responding to it are shit I understand that they have nothing better to do with their sad, pathetic lives than troll the tag. I’m ignoring most of the other replies, because I know any other reply will delight them and prompt yet another round of “LOL triggered liberals” or whatever.

But I am fucking FURIOUS at the accusation of antisemitism.

It is abhorrent to me, as a Jewish woman, to see one of my people’s most holy places being visited by a man who endorses the worst and least-holy behaviors as a matter of daily course, who routinely defends actual antisemites in his cabinet, and who tacitly endorses racist and antisemitic behavior from his followers. Because the Wall actually means something to me- something I don’t expect a man who planned to spend 15 minutes at a Holocaust memorial before cowing to public pressure to understand, never mind his supporters.

To accuse anyone (but again ESPECIALLY A JEWISH PERSON) of antisemitism for this is, in and of itself, an act of antisemitic violence.

(Warning to my followers: Before you click over, please know this person’s blog has a NSFW sidebar of a naked older woman, and their posts are nothing but extremist conservative talking points and porn.)

someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so


sisters so beautiful they reduce the self esteem of everyone who meets them

controversial woso asks

for the record I already regret this but i’m a hoe for drama so

  1. Do you think Jill Ellis should be fired?
  2. Do you think Carli Lloyd should be the captain?
  3. do you think Carli Lloyd should be a starter?
  4. If not Carli and Becky, who should be the captains?
  5. If they could play the 3 back exclusively or not at all, which would you pick?
  6. If possible, which journalist would you ban from twitter? (pick only one)
  7. Do you think Press and Alex have chemistry? (on the pitch, shippers)
  8. Who do you think should be the starting forwards? (in a 4-4-2)
  9. Who do you think would win in the hypothetical grudge match, PTFC or OL?
  10. Who do you think should be the USWNT’s #1 keeper?
  11. Do you think Ashlyn is Bernie Sanders and Alyssa is Hillary?
  12. What did you think about the Ashlyn/Marta comments from after NCC vs Pride?
  13. Would you bring Hope back?
  14. Dirtiest team in the NWSL?
  15. Most underrated team in the NWSL?
  16. Do you think Mal is worth the hype?
  17. What should Mal do for Mal’s sake?
  18. Do you think shipping is okay?
  19. Do you think reading/writing fanfic is okay?
  20. Youtube or Go90?
  21. What city should the Barca team go to?
  22. Worst owner in the league?
  23. Worst owner in the league besides Lynch?
  24. Should the NWSL have salary caps?
  25. Should Div 1 Feminine have salary caps?
  26. What do you think is the best league in the world?
  27. Who do you think is the best player in the world?
  28. Which country would win the World Cup if held today?
  29. Which team would win this year in a ‘women’s world league’?
  30. If you could pick the next 5 (NWSL) expansion teams, when would you allow them to join and where would they play?
Honeymooners Pt 6

Haha, I lied, ideas were had.

A number of heads swiveled as you and Loki passed, hand in hand. You kept one arm over your chest, trying to maintain some modicum of decency but it really didn’t matter. You couldn’t tell, with your back to him, but Loki had his gaze fixated on you the entire time, watching the sway of your hips and just protectively scanning for any who might ogle too long.

“I don’t think I ever want to see another naked person after this.” You muttered softly, passing by a couple making out.

Loki chuckled, “Not the voyeur then, are you?”

You raised your eyebrow and glanced behind you, “Are you?”

Loki shook his head, “Not particularly, though still, your modesty amuses me.”

At long last, your feet hit the water’s edge and you smiled, pleased that it was warm. Immediately you heard someone calling your name, followed shortly by Loki’s, “Hey! Hey you guys!”

You scanned the water and finally spotted Clara and Toran a short distance away. “C’mon.” You muttered at Loki, tugging him closer.

The couple were standing a short distance in the water, about waist high depth, each waving at you and Loki.

“Hey Clara! Toran!” You called beaming at them, finally reaching them both in the water.

Clara giggled, as Toran wrapped his arms around her protectively. Loki’s eyes narrowed as Toran’s gaze lingered a moment too long on your bare breasts. Stepping forward, Loki pressed his chest to your back, arm wrapping around you as his forearm covered one breast, his large hand cupping the other and blocking you from view. You grit your teeth, trying not to gasp in shock but saw that Toran stood in a similar pose to Clara and figured Loki was merely mimicking him.

Loki rested his chin on your shoulder, staring imperiously down at Toran, eyes darkened as he tried to hide his scowl. Toran quickly looked away from you, turning his attention back to his wife.

As you and Clara talked, you could sense Loki growing bored with the conversation, his hands starting to fidget, apparently night even realizing where they rested. His right arm was wrapped around your chest, fingers idly moving along as he spaced out from the conversation, managing a supportive nod or grunt from time to time but mostly he seemed lost in thought. Unfortunately, this included his fingers sliding along the swell of your breast and you could feel your nipple growing hard at his touch. At one particular movement, he managed to find a sensitive spot and you had to grit your teeth, faking a cough to suppress the moan that threatened to draw from deep within you.

“This water is just lovely, isn’t it?” Clara asked, hands moving down to splash around.

Toran watched her hands move to the water, his gaze fixated on you. However, when Clara moved her hands back up to cup his arms, Toran’s gaze remained.

Loki’s eyes flashed, noting the clarity of the water and moved to rest protectively on your stomach, slowly easing down to block your womanhood. You gasped gently at his touch and Clara looked back at you concerned.

“I thought I saw a dolphin.” You managed to choke out.

Loki’s chin still rested on your shoulder, his long hair tickling you each time he drew breath.

“Really? I didn’t think there were dolphins this close to land?” Clara asked, scanning the surrounding waters.

“Must’ve been a trick of the waves, my bad.” You forced a smile, not entirely sure what Loki was playing at. Finally you saw Toran look away from you, his lascivious and wandering eye once more returning to his own wife.

“No look, I think I see a stingray over there!” Clara pointed at the water excitedly.

“You two wait here, we’re going to check it out.” You snaked out of Loki’s protective grip, realizing that if you didn’t move away soon, you wouldn’t be able to hide your growing arousal. Loki blinked, frowning as he felt you move away from him.

“Very well, love, do be careful.” He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it.

You and Clara waded deeper into the water, the waves lapping at you as you moved.

Toran sighed, folding his arms as he watched you and Clara wade through the water. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same.” Loki murmured, watching you.

“You know, Clara always said she was open to this, but never found a couple that I thought it would work on.” Loki jerked his head to the side, eyes darkened in annoyance as Toran continued, “I know it’s our honeymoon but like, you know what swinging is, right?”

“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term.” Loki replied, his voice dangerously low.

Toran raised his eyebrow, missing the warning in Loki’s tone. “Really? Good looking guy like you, I’m surprised. Well, it’s when two married couples, you know… exchange spouses for the night. Your wife is smoking and Clara obviously finds you attractive.”

“Don’t insult me.” Loki snarled, “I would never do that to the woman I love, certainly not with the likes of you, as if that pathetic needle you call a cock could satisfy her, let alone your own wife.”

Toran’s mouth fell open, an angry flush rising on his cheeks, “What the hell man?”

Loki sneered, “Speak of this again and I’ll gut you like a pig.”

Toran sputtered for a response when you and Clara returned.

“Clara says the owner is really nice, and they ran into him at one of the shops.” You started to say but were interrupted as Loki’s hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. You moaned softly as his lips moved along yours, mouth falling open as his tongue snaked inside. Loki dominated the kiss possessively as Clara looked on in awe, glancing back at Toran. Toran’s arms were crossed, fuming as he watched your eyes flutter shut as you sank into the kiss, reaching up to grip Loki’s shoulders.

“C’mon love, let’s put that enclosure to use.” Loki growled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style. “I’m not waiting to get back to the room to have you.”

You merely gasped, skin flushed as you wrapped your arms around Loki trying to steady yourself while he carried you off. “I’ll, err, see you around Clara!”

Clara laughed, waving as the two of you left, “We’ll be at the shops later today, if you’re up for it!”

“Sure thing!”

Loki stalked back in silence, still carrying you. You could tell he was angry, and figured it was not best to provoke him while you were in such a vulnerable state. In no time at all, the two of you were back on the enclosure and Loki had set you down gently, reaching for a towel to help pat you dry.

“Loki…” You started slowly, “what was that about?”

Loki focused on the task at hand, furiously intent on making sure you dried off. If he hadn’t been so angry looking, you might’ve felt embarrassed that you were still naked. As it was, he reminded you of a cat with its ears back flat on its head, ready to claw at the first person who provoked it.

“Loki, hey, look at me.” You gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at your face. Loki was kneeling down so you knew he had a good look of your breasts, and again, in normal circumstances you would have been embarrassed. But right now, this was your partner and he was clearly upset about something. “Talk to me, what happened?”

Loki finally sighed and straightened up, reaching for your bikini and handing it to you before pulling on his own trunks. “That wretched excuse for a man wanted me to trade you for his pathetic quim.”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, I uh.”

“Offered to be ‘swingers’,” he sneered, shaking his head in disgust.

“Well, for swingers, it’s not permanent, just like a one night thing.”

Loki was adjusting his bottoms and looked at you in surprise, “You’re entertaining the thought?”

You quickly shook your head, “No of course not, I just didn’t know if you might because Clara is very pretty and I mean, we’re on a mission but like, if you found information from her somehow.”

“I would never do that to my wife on my honeymoon.” Loki growled, looking aghast. Slowly he sighed and looked away, “Even as it is, it seems wrong for the nature of the mission, you deserve better than being forced to spend time with that wretch.”

You smiled and touched his cheek gently, “Aren’t you the gentleman.”

Loki cupped your hand with his, tilting his head and sighed, “You are my partner, after all, I will keep you safe from any harm.”

You wrapped your arms around Loki and pulled him in for a gentle hug, “Thanks Loki, I appreciate it.”

You quickly finished dressing and replaced your wrap around your torso. Glancing at the sky, you noted that the sun was no longer directly overhead but slightly further past: probably around one.

“What do you say we soak up the sun some, say we had our afternoon roll in the hay and take a nap, you know, to kill some time.”

Loki nodded slowly, sinking down onto the pile of cushions. “Very well, apologies for my reaction.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “You’re protective, I appreciate it.”

“Foolishly protective, trying to understand the finer parts of Midgard’s customs.” Loki shook his head, “And I thought I had most of them.”

“We always find new ways to trip you up, don’t we?”

“I fear you’re making them up as you go just to keep me perpetually confused.” Loki sighed.

You shook your head, “Not that one, it’s pretty old. We’ll take a quick nap, get some sun, then see if we can’t meet that elusive owner finally, it’d be neat to check out the shops, see if there’s any cute outfits to get.”

“If it pleases my wife.” Loki smirked.

“It pleases her, and your partner. This is my vacation after all.”

Loki laughed, “Very well, I will follow your lead.”

You laid down beside him, resting your head on his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart. Slowly you closed your eyes, the rhythmic sound sending you off to sleep. Loki watched you for a moment longer, his hand stroking through your hair, toying with it before stroking your shoulders thoughtfully. He sighed sadly, then noticed you were completely asleep and a soft smile touched the corners of his mouth. You looked so peaceful, he noted, heart aching as he watched you, but this was a mission of course. He too, soon fell asleep.

I saw Rebecca’s latest sketch and instantly knew what I had to do

This is what happens if you let me listen to “Shut up and dance” on repeat for at least 4 hours straight

anonymous asked:

In your /tagged/about_me you say you're male with a question mark but since you refer to yourself as a boy and you've said your pronouns are he/him so it's pretty clear that you're cis. This whole "wow don't call me cis you don't know what's in my pants" stuff is you trying to be clever or whatever but it's fucking stupid. This along with the "I wouldn't really date a boy but who's to say I'm straight" shit is just getting old you dumb fuck

Can I offer you some serious advice?

Do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER become a detective.

an andreil fic rec bc I'm trash

( my personal favorite, more nathaniel centric than anything else but still ♡ )

( well it’s the unofficial fourth book, we can’t forget about this )

( this is shit is soul healing seriously )

( this for me will always be the fic of “when did I get this fucking slow at reading” bc I misread the wordcount and thought it was 2k instead of 20k, but still, it’s good™ )

( MY SON ANDREW HERE MAKES ME C R Y it’s…. so…… s o f t )


( light & funny )

( a kid fic I still have feels about, seriously )

( one of my absolute favorites. it will chew your heart, spit it out and then manage to stomp it out )

( honestly I’m in love with one (1) scene from this fic so maybe I’m a little bit biased but it’s good™ )

( Andrew + )

( special mention bc it’s a wip but IT’S THE BEST RAVEN!NEIL FIC OUT THERE )

half Ndn Pharah headcanons bc we are lacking in those:

  • occasionally says “Not even” and “ever sick” bc her dad says it a lot
  • she’s got a lil bit of a bannock bum let’s be real
  • has semi-serious arguments with Jesse about Canadian vs American frybread and Bannock and which tastes better
  • likes gettin her hair braided, of course. She does it herself, and she can do french braids pretty good too
  • she’s that type of person who feeds the rez dogs out of sympathy
  • she’s that person who has a hoarded collection of beaded earrings that she bought from one of her plains native friends
  • Also has a ton of Haida Jewellery
  • has convinced Mercy her Indian name is “Dances with Salmon”. Mercy 100% believes her. 
  • She and Jesse were bffs as ndn kids. They messed around with Morrison a lot. He does not know who “Victor” is, but he’s mentioned a lot by them, and it’s something of a meme/inside joke to them now. They jokingly call each other “cousin” 

anonymous asked:

CHALLENGE: post the most ''embarrassing'', ''self-indulgent'' thing you've made in the past moth! (that's not smut, if you're embarrassed about that!) (but it could be smut) (pleasebemucklespleasebemuckles)


WELL OKAY I NEVER RUN SHORT OF EMBARRASSING SELF-INDULGENT STUFF.      SO.  I was thinking about Motorcity and Disney movies and I saw Atlantis on Hulu or Netflix or something and I was like……………………


I’m going to go lie on the floor how dare you make me do this GOD


J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.

Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.

Word count: 4,267

A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.

You glanced at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.

You were so focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table, making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up to your mouth.

“Thank you Hobi.” you murmured.

He put the other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?

“Hobiii… that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.

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Oc prompt: ROADTRIPS

-who refuses to eat anything that isn’t beef jerky because ‘this is a road trip’

-Who hates every song on the radio

-who tries to fall asleep because they hate everyone there

-who has to use the bathroom every five minutes

-who’s the driver that cant go five minutes without cursing

-who’s overly happy

-who refuses to give up the aux cord and only plays shit songs

-who plays ‘we are number one’ when they get the aux cord

- who spends the entire time on their phone

- who takes pictures of everything

-who only came for the free ride

-who wants to go home the second they get in the car

-who took up all the storage space with their luggage

-who sings along to every song on the radio

Bonus: the person that only ate beef jerky vomits as soon as they stop for the night

Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)

But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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From the Waxing Table

harry stripped in the behind the album vid and i… got some feels about it… so enjoy harry’s pain kink mixed with a bit of waxing :)

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V, at cheritz: yeah can I get uhhhhhhh…. one love and affection?

cheritz, handing an order of love and affection to another character: love and affection machine broke


I should have posted this earlier but I’ve been busy with hmm stupid stuff (lots of stupid stuff) and we’ve passed the 2000 for a little while now but ANYWAYS

Thank you so much to all of you for your support and your messages and your tags and everything ! I wish I could tag everybody in this post but it would take an eternity pls forgive me. I’d just like to make a special mention for some people who have been a precious help for me and this blog :

@akashikuroko It’s been one year now and I’m still very grateful to you for organizing AkaKuro Week and helping the KnB side of this blog getting more attention !

@gintamajustaway Thank you so much for reblogging every single Gintama post of this blog, it was a great help for me. And also for making the Gintama community on tumblr so pleasant !

@rinrinsamurai Yooo, just thought you deserved a special mention here~ Thank you for supporting my bullshit and for being you Uniscar ✨

I’d really like to put everyone names here but this post is getting too long already. I’ll keep trying to improve and draw better things (it will still be 80% of stupid shit haha) in the future, so pls continue to support me ! ♡