or do i need to stop

I think my biggest problem with so many people still trying to shoehorn “Ally” into the acronym (aside from people doing so explicitly to exclude ace, aro, and agender people)

is that somewhere along the way “Ally” stopped meaning “Straight parents and close friends of this individual queer person, I love my queer and I’m ready to take a bashing in their place”

and started meaning “anyone who took a high school sociology class and Feels Very Strongly that People Are People.”

Full offense but we don’t need those.

katie mcgrath/supercorp fans, we need to have a tiny chat.

i’m assuming (hoping, mostly) that the majority of fans that are doing this are young, but yall really need to cool it a bit with trying to speculate and dig into katie’s personal life. she is obviously a very private person, if her lack of social media, and her stating as such in interviews is anything to go by. and apart from that, it’s just… incredibly rude? and weird. and a boundary that needs not to be pushed. (this goes for all actors/musicians/etc. fyi, holy shit! it’s not a new concept.)

like, it’s great that more people are becoming fans of hers! but ho boy, some of the stuff yall are saying and doing just isn’t cool. just, relax a little. leave her personal life alone. it’s not that hard.

also, this isn’t actually a problem like digging into her personal life is, but can yall just cool it with the kashy mcgra thing? it’s how her name is pronounced. just, relax.

anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. You’re turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

Hey anon wanting to talk about LGBT representation in my work. I’d appreciate a bit more detail if you would. Whether it be sources you think will be helpful to me or examples of what exactly you find objectionable, if you will. I can’t do much with “stop writing until you understand.”

Guys, I don’t mind talking about what you think is lacking in my work. I’ll assert myself, of course, but I’ll listen and think about what I’m hearing. What I need from you is the ability to work with me. That means that you give me sources or recommendations beyond “stop” so that I can improve.

(Also, unless I find it helpful, it’s not getting published on my blog. So if you just want to give me a statement about what you think, do it off anon.)

I am always looking to improve. As long as you’re polite and constructive about it, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Strict sister type lmao. Just imagine when zen wants to unleash the beast mc is like," wait you're still not done throwing away the trash and clearing up on that scandal for valentines." And he's like," babe don't do this to me."

Man I love to see this kind of relationship. It is match him perfectly. I mean he need someone that will scold him but still be caring enough to make him melt lolol.👌

Blonde mc: Huh. You’re smoking again? I thought you stopped.
Zen: Babe. This is-
Blonde mc: *snatches the cigarette from his mouth*
Zen: Ah.. I can explain.
Blonde mc: No! You promised me you won’t smoke again. Did you forget?
Zen: I-I didn’t. I just- I’m sorry. *fall silent*
Blonde: *sigh* This isn’t like you. *reaches out her hand and caresses his hair* so.. what is the matter?
Zen: BABE ..! ❤

I cant vibe with people who ask questions for the sole purpose of making someone else look stupid. Rhetorical questions hold a purpose but when youre meeting someone new and youre starting off arrogant rhetoricals (like my new coworker did) Imma stop you. Like we were alone and I smiled and very calmly told him ‘do me a favor and stop talking to me about ___’ and his ass got real humble real quick. Its no hard feelings but he’s not about to talk to me any kinda way and now lil boy knows and acts accordingly

Stop That

Originally posted by thegalrakeith

Request: Can we request some Ethan fluff? Just plain old fluffiness <3

“You have to stop that.”

I turned to Ethan, surprised. We had been walking down the street, trying to take advantage of the beautiful day. It was silent for the most part as we soaked in the warm air and the comforting sound of the birds, and just the overwhelming content that came with being in each other’s company. It was a comfortable silence, I thought. 

“Stop what? I didn’t do anything.”

He looked at me for a couple seconds before he bit his lip and looked away. 

“Yes you are. You’re smiling that cute, little smile and your hand keeps brushing against mine when we walk. Your hair is falling around your face perfectly and you look so fucking beautiful. You need to stop doing things that make me want to kiss you.”

I was awestruck. That was the last thing I expected him to say. My face heated up and I could tell that it was turning bright red. I knew I had to say something because he was starting to shuffle his feet and I knew that he was feeling awkward now. I didn’t know what I was doing, but before I could stop it, the words fell out.

“Maybe I should keep doing them then.”

I couldn’t make eye contact with him. My face was so hot I thought it was going to burst into flames. My heart was beating so fast I was certain that it would jump out of my chest. 

“Maybe you should.”

Next thing I know, Ethan’s hands are gripping the sides of my face and he’s pressing his lips to mine. it takes a few seconds to comprehend what’s happening but once I do I don’t hesitate to tangle my fingers through his hair. We stayed like that for a while until he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. 

“You should definitely keep doing them.”


In another part of the city

“That’s what you’re wearing?” 

I look down at my outfit, the small smile I was wearing falling from my face,”Yeah, why what’s wrong with it?” 

“Nothing” Cam’s being gruff and short with me, he has his arms crossed over his chest, all clear signs he’s ready for a fight. 

But I’m not, I’m tired of arguing. I just want to go out, have some drinks and dance. A sigh slips out before I can stop it, “You’re always telling me how much you love my legs.” 

“I do, but do you really need everyone else to be all over them too?” 

I can feel my eyes prickling with tears, “Fine I’ll change,” I move past him to leave the room because he already won, I refuse to cry in front of him too. 

Book Thoughts at 2pm...

I get it.. it costs money to publish a book, and not every book needs to be on every shelf, year after year after year. I get that. I do.


What I don’t get is how a publisher and author can allow a book, a historically important book, a book that captures a specific time and place in a way no other book can or does… like the first hand account of a Pulitzer prize winning journalists experiences during the early years of the Vietnam war culminating in his photographic capture of the protest by self-immolating Buddhist monk in Saigon … to just stop being published and lost to time!

My solution is simple…. if you don’t want to publish the book anymore, and I get that, books are expensive to print and bind… make them available as ebooks!!!!

I don’t care if you use amazon, or throw it up on overdrive or smashwords, just allow the book to be accessible!

In fact, if I was overdrive.. or wanted to be a competitor, I’d add that as a contract stipulation… any time you have a book you no longer want to publish in print, give it to us so libraries can still offer it to their patrons! Talk about a way of preserving knowledge and history and stories!

I have almost 400 books in my collection that are no longer in print. But not just that, these 398 books are almost impossible to find used in a condition better than average or “good” (which isnt good at all ). Even these acceptable books that I paid 6 bucks or less for in the 90s, now fetch between 30-60 bucks each and that’s just wrong. These are important books and should be accessible to many and ebooks are the way to allow that, I feel.

Print on demand would also be good but I don’t know i that has the scale-ability that overdrive does just yet.


Crafting with Bts:

A/N: Literally what the title says, how crafting with bts will go like. *Istg Dan’s “don’t cry, craft!” Is stuck in my head on loop*


Originally posted by syubbie

He’s so down to it he already bought everything you do and don’t need. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually pushed you away at the glitter part.


Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Remember when he sat down and wrote all those messages to the fans and he was so concentrated and dedicated? This case won’t be any different. Sure he groaned at first but once he’s into it, there’s no stopping him.


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

If you’ve been procrastinating then doing with with hobi will change your mind. He obviously would never say no and it turns out to be the best hours of your life. Hoseok is sunshine. Do I need to say anymore? Plus he helps with cleaning the after mess so another bonus point.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by joonjuly

At first Namjoon judged you so hard like you want me to do what? But he won’t be able to resist your pout, dragging himself away from his comfort zone. Btw this turns out to be the worst idea ever because he’ll eventually wreck something.


Originally posted by itschiminie

Getting him to concentrate on something is easier said than done. Jimin said okay at first but after too much goofing around with the material you started losing your temper. Good thing he sat down and actually helped before you burst at him.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

Another Hoseok here, except he won’t clean the mess afterwards. In fact he will cause so much mess, littering the table and floor, you’ll have no space to walk. But hey, at least you laughed for straight on two hours, whether you have paint on your face or not. So much cuddling too.


Originally posted by aegyojimin

You might as well leave it up for him to finish himself because he won’t let you do anything. Kookie put on soft music and shushed you whenever you tried to help or give advice. But you obviously can’t take any of his perfect shit and that’s why you have over 50 pics of memekook on your camera roll.

anonymous asked:

Ally, do I really need to eat 3000 calories to recover from anorexia? Will it not be okay if I just have 2000 and slowly gain the weight? I'm afraid I won't stop gaining if I have that much. And no one eats that much anyway it's not even possible without supplement shakes!! Is there actual evidence that this much is needed or is that just your opinion? I just want this to end. I want to be healthy now but I'm so scared😰

You will gain the same amount regardless,(it’s up to your body, not you) it’s just a matter of whether you properly heal or not. 2000 calories will restore your weight, but 3000 will heal your organs, return your period, strengthen your nails and hair, fix every element of internal damage caused by starvation, help heal your mind (the most important part) and speed up your metabolism.
If you restore your body on as little as 2000, once you’re done healing you would have to restrict to maintain, of that makes sense. By working your way up and giving yourself more energy, the amount needed to make up for the hundreds of thousands of calories it was deprived of, you will be able to simply honour your hunger in the future and restore all mental and physical functions. At this point your hunger cues are still probably shot, so seeing your doctor for a meal plan or having someone help you out to make sure you get enough will help until you can eat intuitively again. Take it slowly, but make sure you’re getting in a little more each day. 💛

2000 calories will not help you recover, it will only help you restore superficial weight. Eating enough is what will help you overcome everything else xx

If Calvin’s content isn’t to your standard then simply don’t watch it, you can still support him. I understand it’s getting to the point where too many people are annoyed but yet you still continue to watch his videos and complain. I know some people stopped watching his videos yet complain but how would you know it’s getting worse if you haven’t watched it in a month. This whole content situation is half bandwagon half genuine concern. I do think Calvin needs to focus on his content but maybe we should stop trying to change him. He is human too not a puppet. We are a dying fandom at this point instead of being negative shouldn’t we spread positive vibes ?

anonymous asked:

do u workout everyday? ever since the semester started my gym days have stopped :( i just don't have time anymore or i guess i'm not good at managing the time i have

I work out about 5-6 days a week. I really have to for the mental health reasons. For spending almost 10 hours a week in the gym I should look better. I need to step up my intensity

Soap Box: everyone is busy and I don’t want to devalue the barriers some people face…but…I am in class 15 hours a week. I got to job 1 15-20 hours a week. I go to job 2 10 hours a week. I do homework 10-20 hours a week. I meal prep. And I go to the gym 10 hours a week. Gym is priority to me for mental health. What makes fitness a priority for you?

‘Rough Day’

Request: could I please request a Raphael x Reader? Maybe like where he leaves Hickies on the readers neck when he’s had a rough day and needs reassuring, or if he gets jealous or to distract her/get her attention.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Warning:A little swearing!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                              Note:This imagine was also for monday but lucky for you I had a enough time to write it so I hope that you’re going to like it and if you do let me know..:))) Sorry if it’s short.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 It was a awful day today,the rain wouldn’t stop and I didn’t have the will to leave my bed..I closed my eyes listening the raindrops,but then I heard my door closing with a loud sound and I instantly jumped…I saw Raphael standing there with a angry expression on his face ‘What hell Raphael you scare the shit out of me?’ He didn’t said anything,he just walked toward me and the in the next moment he pinned me down to the bed and started kissing me..He kissed me all over my face and then he started kissing my neck..I closed my eyes enjoying,but then I felt a sharp pain on the place he was kissing me..I instantly opened my and pushed him away..I got up  from bed walking straight to the mirror..On my neck was a huge hickie..’Seriously Santiago?!’I turned around he had a smirk on his face but I was irritated..I gave him a death stare and he walked closer to me ‘It’s just a little hickie..’                                                       ‘Yeah easy for you to say,you’re the one who can’t get one.’ I looked down but he put his hands on my cheeks and I looked back at him..’I’m sorry Amor,it’s just that I had a bad day and I couldn’t wait to see you..’ I smiled softly at him..’You’re lucky I love you..’He smiled back at me..’I love you too cariño.’Then he kissed  me and I couldn’t help but  smile even wider through the kiss.. We pulled away..’Next time you have a bad day,just talk to me..’ He smiled ‘I will,I promise.’ I smiled back and then he kissed me again with so much love..        

whistyrose  asked:

Yuri on Ice! need i say more! without your blog i'd have no idea what was going on in the fandom or what Kubo was saying!!! Keep it up!

oh wow who would have thought yoi had something to do with it! :D

thank you for following me! i will keep it up, i’m way in too deep to stop!


Days ago I send my messages via ask box to @shithoshisays (cannot tag her thou :/) three times. GOT THAT?! 3 FREAKING TIMES ALREADY ASK HER TO DELETE HER HAECHAN SMUT POST! Today she was replying me and what??? SHE EVEN WON’T LISTEN TO MY PLEA AND I WAS SHOOK!


If she won’t ever listen…I am going to get my revenge…and choke her out and then I will tear her hair out and also I will do a🖕🏻for her. Sorry if this rude but it was true. We all need to report her and delete her blog.