now lets all agree

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fresh little unpleasantness has arisen. but i’ve spoken to your superiors & now we’re all such good friends, they’ve kindly agreed to let me keep the team together. ` ❫

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hot dresses AU/spyAU inspired by that incredi-drawing by gabzy + Neji is too floored by how killer Tenten looks to properly touch her (for a while, anyways). based off of convo with gabzilla-z & matchaball and

this AU is gonna be the death of me my god 

Um… I still can’t get over that bad ending with Rika…… huh… I um… I don’t like her……………… but that ending was um… still don’t agree with her actions— NOT AT ALL….. but that ending….???? I actually liked it……… like it was…. a satisfying bad ending…. or maybe I’m just weak to girls idk. Wow…

1967
  • John Lennon: What's your favorite idea? Mine is being creative.
  • Ringo Starr: How do you get that idea?
  • John: I just try to think creatively. Now, when you look at this apple, tell me, please: what do you see?
  • Paul McCartney: It's just a boring old apple.
  • John: Maybe to you, but not to me. I see a silly face!
  • Ringo: Woah!
  • John: Walking along and smiling at me.
  • Paul: I don't see what you mean.
  • John: 'Cause you're not thinking creatively! So take a look at my hair. I use my hair to express myself.
  • George Harrison: That sounds really boring.
  • John: I use my hair to express myself. Now, when you stare at the clouds in the sky, don't you find it exciting?
  • Threetles: No.
  • John: Come on, take another look!
  • Threetles: Oh wait! I can see a hat, I can see a cat, I can see a man with a baseball bat! I can see a dog, I can see a frog, I can see a ladder leaning on a log!
  • John: Think you're getting the hang of it now -- using your minds to have a good time.
  • Ringo: I might paint a picture of a clown.
  • John: Woah, there, friend. You might need to slow down.
  • John: Here's another good tip of how to be a creative whiz kid. Go and collect some leaves and sticks and arrange them into your favorite color.
  • George: Blue!
  • Paul: Red!
  • Ringo: Green!
  • John: Green is not a creative color. There's one more thing that you need to know, before you let your creativity flow. Listen to your heart, listen to the rain, listen to the voices in your brain. Come on guys, let's get creative!
  • Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band: *is created*
  • John Lennon: Now let's all agree to never be creative again.
Holiday Misfortunes - Part One

Pairing: Conor Maynard X Reader

Request: No

Fandom: Buttercream squad

Prompt: (Y/N) doesn’t get along with Conor, but she decides to go on a “lads” holiday with the guys.

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“I need to book your ticket, (Y/N), are you coming or not?” Josh asked, you had all gathered in the Maynard/Pieters flat to discuss holiday plans.

“Does, he have to come?” You said with pleading eyes looking towards Conor’s room.

“Yes, he does have to come. Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Joe asked, you sighed at his question.

“I don’t hate him, he just pisses me off. He’s annoying and always has to be the centre of attention.” You said, knowing he could hear you.

“You’re probably just being a girl.” Jack said, he’d tried in the past to get you to like Conor but something about him just didn’t sit right with you. The two of you clashed too much.

“Come on, maybe once you get to Barcelona you’ll see he’s not a bad guy.” Mikey pleaded with you.

“I’m not sure the county we’re in will change him, but sure. I’ll come.” You finally agreed, they all cheered causing Conor to come out of his room.

“What are we celebrating? Did Oli get a date?” He laughed, you bit your tongue at his remark refusing to laugh.

“Nah, (Y/N) is coming to Barcelona!” Oli smiled, Conor’s eyebrows raised.

“You are?” He asked you.

“Yup, see you there.” You smiled sweetly, but rolling your eyes.

“This is going to be a long ten days.” Caspar said.

“Well, now it’s all booked lets all have a drink?” Jack suggested. You all agreed and pulled whatever alcohol he had out of the fridge.

-

Last night was a clear mistake. You’d awoken back at the apartment you share with Joe and Caspar.

You couldn’t recall getting home, getting into bed or even changing out of your jeans. But somehow you managed, or no doubt Caspar put you to bed.

“Good morning sunshine, how are we today?” Joe smirked at you, coming into your room with two tablets and a glass of water.

“I’m fine, I’m just never drinking again.” You said, thankfully taking the tablets.

“Well, you better get used to hangovers if you’re going on holiday with us.” He laughed.

“Speaking of that, fuck I need to pack!” You said, realising you were leaving tomorrow.

“Oh fuck, Caspar are you packed?” Joe shouted through to Caspar’s room.

“Nope!” Caspar called back, making you both laugh.

“This is going to be a hectic day.” You sighed, getting up to make breakfast.

After quickly making yourself, Caspar and Joe some bacon sandwiches, you brewed yourself a coffee and took your breakfast to your room.

“Don’t interrupt me today, I will not be happy to see you.” You warned the guys, they just nodded and continued watching the TV.

Playing some music you finally started packing, you’d woken up around 11am so it was now 1pm. Grabbing your suitcase from you wardrobe you opened it up and started raiding your wardrobe and draws.

You threw in two bikinis and a one piece swimsuit, four dresses, three jumpsuits, a few baggy shirts, shorts, light coloured halter neck tops, a few little tank tops and some dresses for clubbing as well as underwear and other essentials.

Adding in some sandals, converse, a few heels, some vans, suncream, your hair straighteners and curlers, and everything else that came to mind.

Eventually you’d finished packing around 4pm, so you gathered up everything else you’d pack in your bag tomorrow morning and arranged them on your bedside table.

“(Y/N)! We got pizza!” Joe called, you suddenly felt your hunger hit you and followed the delicious smell of pizza to the two boys on the couch.

“Thank god, I don’t think I could be bothered to cook!” You smiled, thankfully taking a pizza box and digging in.

“Play nice tomorrow, yeah? Conor really doesn’t want to ruin the holiday with arguing and I’m sure you don’t either so let’s just play nice?” Joe asked, you signed but nodded in agreement.

“I promise.” You smiled, taking another bite of the pizza.

You finished your pizza and settled into bed on your laptop, but unfortunately you found yourself on the internet a little bit too long. It was 3am when you finally got to sleep.

Your alarm pieced your ears as it whined at you to get up at 6am, you cursed yourself for staying up but judging by the looks on Joe and Caspar’s faces they did exactly the same. You threw on some jeans and a baggy shirt, brushing through your hair and applying your makeup before grabbing your suitcase to meet the guys.

“Car just arrived, look how punctual we are.” Caspar laughed as you walked outside, locking up the door.

“Barcelona, here we come!” You smiled, happy you’d decided to come, despite Conor.

Once you arrived at the airport you met up with everyone else and made your way through all of security before you were sat waiting for your flight to be called.

“I need to buy new earphones!” You suddenly remembered, you had about an hour before the flight was due.

“Yeah, actually I need to buy some too.” Conor said shyly. You couldn’t help but want to tell him to piss off, but you promised Joe.

“Okay, anyone else need anything?” You said with begging eyes.

“You’ve just reminded me actually I’ve forgotten mine too! Bloody hell how unprepared are we.” Oli laughed, you gave him a thankful look before you all walked to one of the shops in the airport.

Once you’d gotten your earphones, and Conor’s brownie that he couldn’t resist, you all made your way back to the guys.

“I’m so exited!” You beamed to Oli.

“Girl, you ain’t ever partied like you’ll party over the next ten days!” Conor laughed doing a silly accent. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he had brownie crumbs all over his face.

“Bloody hell, did you just laugh at something Conor said?” Oli spoke, shocked.

“No, I’m laughing at how ridiculous he looks.” You said sternly before checking your phone.

“Let’s go, quickly before the guys leave without us.” You said, beginning to walk quicker.

“Well thank goodness you made it, our flights been called.” Josh smiled, you picked up your suitcases and walked to the plane.

Settling down between Josh and Caspar you pulled out your earphones before plugging them into your phone.

You found yourself drifting into a light sleep, but before you knew it you were passed out, your head falling to rest on Josh’s chest.

Once you’d landed everything was a blur, you got off the plane, gathered your suitcases and got into taxis before you arrived at your hotel.

“Right, now everyone is here this is how the rooms have been organised. It’s me and Caspar, Jack and Mikey, Oli and Josh and..” Joe started, you glared at him.

“(Y/N) and Conor.” He finished. You could have slapped him, in fact you felt your hand jerk but you fought it.

“Okay, well I said I wouldn’t argue. Let’s not argue. It’s fine.” You smiled, all eyes were on you as shocked expressions filled everyone’s faces.

“But don’t fucking expect me to actually stay in that room. I’ll come stay in your room Joe.” You finished coldly.

“There’s the (Y/N) we know and love.” Jack spoke trying to lighten the mood but in all honesty you couldn’t believe Joe had put you in a room with Conor, you wanted nothing more than to strangle him.

-
Feel free to leave feedback guys!! Part one was so much fun to write and I can’t wait to continue this imagine!! Have a wonderful day/night!!

anonymous asked:

consider this: it's sadly common for cis people to murder their trans partners when they find out their partner is trans. we can probably all agree that's transphobia. now let's take murder out of it: if you're attracted to someone UNTIL YOU FIND OUT THEY'RE TRANS, that's still transphobia. now, since you can't necessarily tell on sight if someone's trans/nb, saying "I'm not attracted to trans people" is really saying you're turned off by the IDEA of trans ppl, which is STILL transphobia.

This is exactly what I was trying to articulate, thank you

The signs as quotes from my math teacher
  • aries: "what the fuck were these mathematicians on when they wrote this"
  • taurus: "you always remind me of a heroin addict"
  • gemini: "do your meth, kids"
  • cancer: "but was that a REAL experience?"
  • leo: "my head is one big marble"
  • virgo: ”I don't like their step we are not going to use it”
  • libra: "for the purpose of this conversation, let's all agree that the universe exists"
  • scorpio: "now this is the REAL calculus"
  • sagittarius: "shit."
  • capricorn: "no one cares about you except for when theyre obligated to"
  • aquarius: "the book is wrong"
  • pisces: "wisdom comes from suffering"
"On the Spot" Starters
  • There are NO words that start with J.
  • Up until now I thought you were a normal person, now? Not so much.
  • Let's all agree that sports are dumb and move on with our lives.
  • I didn't know how long my balls were.
  • I was thinking it, but you were the one who said it.
  • You are so salty now.
  • It's kind of funny because it sounds like cunnilingus.
  • That's my whole life story, stories of shitting myself.
  • You wanna make sure you're not that guy.
  • *claps aggressively*
  • He died for the raptor sins.
  • Raptor Jesus is coming for you.
  • It's about ignoring science all together.
  • Nowhere in the bible does it say Jesus wasn't a raptor.
  • We get them to sign a legal document so they can't sue us.
  • I can't help but swear every 7th word.
  • Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
  • Swearing is a little bit like having a stroke.
  • We've discovered a new fetish.
  • I enjoy smoking grass. Not weed. Just grass.
  • Do you like... Ball pits?
  • I caused 4 forest fires last year.
  • There's no joke there, just arson.
  • You dumb fucks!
  • For life, bitch.
  • It sounds like a boy band name.
  • I can breathe more air than you can!
  • And that's how it's done.
  • Pokéchu?!
  • I call bullshit.
  • Help me, I'm desperate.

i’ve said this before but i just really fuckin *clenches fist* love the jacksepticeye community because y’all are so nice and sweet and talented and if anyone ever gives you grief just drop me a message and i’ll fuck them up and if you have bad friends then screw them because i’m your friend now, and if your parents are mean then i’ve adopted you and you are now my child, sorry i don’t make the rules

you are all beautiful people and my gay, overly-emotional ass appreciates every single one of u

Lets all agree right now

If there’s dipcifica evidence in the final we won’t rub it in the mabcfica shippers faces

if there’s mabcifica evidence you wont rub it in our faces

lets all be civil here

anonymous asked:

Soooo with my previous boyfriend, I was heavily relying on sex work. I didn't think much of it, I needed an income. We are still friends and I told him. He was pissed. He's very far left and it wasn't the sex work that bothered him. He said that he wasn't okay with the risk that comes with it. I told him I always used condoms and got tested, but he still felt bad. Idk I feel like I'm going to lose him as a friend for not letting him know now. And I think we can all agree there is a health risk

A friend who doesn’t understand why you made the choice to the support yourself in the best way available to you is not a friend you need.  A friend who is “okay with sex work because he’s very far left” might be hurt that his partner didn’t feel comfortable sharing a part of their life with him, but would also understand the myriad reasons that disclosing sex work is scary and dangerous, instead of proving that he was not, in fact, a safe person to entrust with this information. 

There is risk that comes with all sexual activity involving another person. If that is something that is unacceptable to your boyfriend, he should refrain from having sex with other people.  The idea of full and perfect disclosure is (maybe) a nice one, but frankly, in a world that so heavily polices sexual behavior (and, more relevantly, makes being a  known sex worker such a dangerous thing to be) that’s not actually a reasonable expectation.  Part of the way you get honesty from your partners is by making yourself a safe space in which they can be honest.  You can’t do it backwards – you can’t say “tell me everything, and then I’ll see if I can be reasonable about it.” Part of being that reasonable person is understanding the reasons that protecting yourself is sometimes at odds with disclosure.  

I mean, that’s why civilians are ultimately way more likely to spread STIs than sex workers (under decriminalization) – we don’t expect our sex partners to be monogamous, to tell us everything, or even to accurately know their STI status, and so act on that basis, rather than assuming and insisting that everything someone does is our business because we happened to bump uglies with them. Instead, our sexual health is our responsibility, and we safeguard it with our actions and decisions.  Civilians would do well to take the same approach.