people are going to be so mad at me

anonymous asked:

I belong to MPC and I am frustrated. Any criticism of Sam is shot down angrily by so many in that group. You'd think that man is Jesus at the rate people are going. So frustrating. I commented on his flight carelessness and people got mad at me. I am thinking of leaving the group.

Join MPC if you are a Sam worshipper. Better yet park yourself in the private group because everyone there is waiting for special information that only members get and I just realized how stupid I have been. I should just go join weight watchers and still lose weight without all the added confusion and drama.

MPC member and I am happy to be a member. But they women in the fb group are Sam obsessed and pounce on any hint of negative opinion of Sam. So tiring.

Did Sam think him missing the flight is cute? It dread so much anxiety for MPC ,embers and we paid a lot of money to go to Scotland. It’s not professional of him not to take this seriously. I am no longer renewing my subscription to MPC.

Some women join MPC to get a taste of Sam. I was one of those. After this whole almost missed-the-Gala Sam, I am done with MPC. Good workout plan and nutritional ideas but not worth the hero-worship that goes on there. Women think he is G-od. Pathetic.

Never breath a bad word agains Sam Heughan or MPC Sam-fanatics will pounce on you like nothing you ever experience. Brutal in there. I used to be a member. 


I have not been on Tumblr after I posted SH’s pic and I did not even get to watch the 3rd episode because of a family emergency. I came back to so many messages about MPC gala and Sam airport debacle. I don’t know what is going on and don’t have the time to scroll through Tumblr leisurely today, so I am compiling a few examples of the messages that are similar in tone - MPC members or former members who seemed frustrated about how they were not able to voice any criticism of SH in the private MPC group. 

Disclaimer: I am not MPC member and as you know, anyone can send in messages as anon. So take these with a grain of salt. But one aspect seems consistent with these messages - criticism of Sam is prohibited and frowned upon - similar to what is happening here in fandom. As far as I am concern, such level of mindless devotion seems to be a bit on the unhealthy side but to each their own. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm the anon who told you about the kids at my school. Well today someone asked me again "Hey, you should draw me something." As soon as I said I would have to charge them (Didn't even say how much) They immediately got mad. So I tested this out. I asked about 10 people if a quarter was expensive. They all said no but the majority did say that charging someone for art is stingy. Because of this, I have decided not to draw anything for kids at my school & only draw for friends/people online.

CHARGING SOMEONE FOR ART IS STINGY ARE YOU KIDDING ME LMAOOOO. Holy shit a quarter barely counts as paying for art, what kind of fucks do you go to school with. I am so baffled. Drawing takes time and effort, and you need MONEY for SUPPLIES WHOA WHAT A CONCEPT.

Yeah seriously only draw for people you wanna draw for if everyone’s gonna act like that. A fucking quarter. People are sayin you’re being stingy over a fucking quarter I’m LOSING MY MIND.

anonymous asked:

Why does it go against everything Kaneki has been saying? He said the expedition needed to go on by all means cause they were starving, not that HE had to be present there, they can continue without him. Now, how he found the others in 24th is another matter, but there were so many 'coincidental encounters' in this arc this one wouldn't ruffle me at all. I'm just surprised that THIS is what it took the fandom to blow up after EVERYTHING in previous chapters like Fur/uta being there, Ur/ie, Hi/de

Mod K:

Fandom really wants women to die and since they aren’t dying to suit their tragedy boner people are mad.

Two weeks ago everyone was mad Ken decided to keep going. Now they’re mad that he returned.

DON’T ATTACK ME PLEASE

But isnt some of the stuff going on during the n//sp concerts getting a little out of hand???


Like for example some people STILL aren’t listening to the no throwing bras/other items onstage…..


I don’t know if this is true either but the cheek kiss apparently made Dan uncomfortable….again, I was not there so if this information is wrong then I apologize.


Don’t get mad please, I don’t mean to start a discourse or anything but it’s just my opinion

THIS IS A GREAT TAG!!! I don’t think I’ve ever discussed my fav music here so here we go!! Thanks for tagging @yesgay-briel !! <33

Write 10 songs you love and tag 10 people!

1. She Used to Be Mine ~ Waitress

2. The Movie in My Mind ~ Miss Saigon

3. Journey to the Past ~ Anastasia

4. Lies ~ Once

5. For the First Time ~ The Script

6. Pulled ~ The Addams Family

7. Secret for the Mad ~ dodie

8. La Ciel Dans Un Chambre

9. Moon River ~ Breakfast at Tiffany’s

10. Goodbye ~ Catch Me if You Can

Feel free not to do this if you don’t want to!!

@ambulancemcclain @403secret @godhelpthesickies @elsiemcclay @toosicktoocare @caramelfuzz @appynation @write–your–life–away @sickysaf @whumpingwillow

Tag game #23904

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

I was tagged by: @exo-trashbean I’M SOOOO SORRY it tok me so long but i i had a lot of school work>< please don’t be mad

Let’s go!

LAST:

Last drink: ice americano

Last phone call: via kakao talk to my whole family

Last text message: also via kakao talk: hahahahaXD i can’t wait to hear all about it^^ (to a friend)

Last song you listened to?: crush u; exo cbx

Last time I cried: damn idkXD a few months ago?

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: never have dated:/

Been cheated on: No

Kissed someone and regretted it: yup

Lost someone special: i lost a few people who used to be special

Been depressed: looking back-just the regular teenage stuff but nothing serious

Been drunk and thrown up: o yes…too many times

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: yup

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: i think so

Met someone who changed you: not in the last year

Found out who your true friends are: not this year… i think i always knew

Found out someone was talking about you: hahah yes but that was nothing surprising

GENERAL:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: 7?

Do you have any pets?: my family has a dog (not mine tho)

Do you want to change your name?: neh

What time did you wake up this morning?: 8:12?

What were you doing last night?: homework-.-

Name something you cannot wait for: the time i can say i’m fluent in both japanese and korean

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:  yes i have

What’s getting on your nerves rn?: hair on the floor and on the table and EVERYWHERE

Blood type: don’t know…. guess i’ll dieXD

Nickname: eomma

Relationship status: freeee

Zodiac sign: Aries

Pronouns: she/her

Favorite tv show: supernatural

College: yea? going good?

Hair colour: something?idk i’m trying to grow my natural hair (light brown/blonde)

Do you have a crush on someone: no….*sigh*

What do you like about yourself: i crack myself up all the timeXD i’m so funny

FIRSTS:

First surgery: does getting stitches count? i was 4 i think (nothing after that)

First piercing: idk when… ears-they grew back tho so i had to redo them twice

First sport you joined: kindergarden dance class

First vacation: croatia

First pair of sneakers: how am i supposed to knowXD

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: nothing

Drinking: also nothing

I’m about to: do this tumblr tag and one other one

Listening to: 하.니.뿐.: 2pm

Want kids: nooo….if the guy will reaaaallly want them i’m willing to adopt maybe

Get married: yea that’s fine

Career: teacher/translator/something else goodXD

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: maybe eyes

Hugs or kisses: hugs when i’m not all sweaty

Shorter or taller: i don’t really careXD

Older or younger: slightly older (meaning i don’t like old people)

Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous!!!

Sensitive or loud: loudXD

Hook up or relationship: relationship!! no question

Troublemaker or hesitant: can i say neither? but i really can’t stand hesitant so maybe troublemaker?

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: mhm

Drank hard liquor: yes

Lost glasses/contacts: no

Sex on first date: hahaha fuck no

Broken someone’s heart: i don’t think so

Been arrested: No

Turned someone down: yes

Fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In yourself: yeah i guess

Miracles: i belive in destiny and luck….some may call those lucky moments miracles

Love at first sight: hahaha sorry no

Heaven: mmmm no

Santa Claus: watXD no….sorry?

I Tag: @kpop-kdramas-aka-my-life @taetaesbandana @kingxiukitten @enbywankenobi if you guys have too much time feel free to do it^^’

lisajimene6  asked:

seriously wat was the point of having them all come back and fight together if they were going to be a bigger pack wats the point of going after monroe again with half the people tht fought with them against her before and also theo fought wih them and was nice and everything he ended up caring about people they shouldve let him be in the pack all tht saving liam and them crap and fighting with them for wat

Ugh tell me about it I’m so mad that theo wasn’t in the ending

So I’m already seeing people play a game of telephone with Dream Daddy discourse

There’s people who are citing those who have been told by a friend of a friend who may or may not have played the game why it’s SUPER HOMOPHOBIC and how disappointed they are that they cannot buy it now etc all up in my gaming circles rn and it’s making me slowly lean my head against the wall and hum “Mad World” to myself, tbqh.

And not naming any names but there’s also half-truths and hyperbole going around from people who seem to mostly just not… like the game. Like, I’ve seen people say “it MUST be queerbaiting, bc I thought the game felt soulless, so they clearly don’t care about gay couples!” Like no, you just didn’t like the damn game.

So let’s clear up a couple things.

  • Multiple people, including at least one writer, who worked on this game in important capacities are LGBT. This was not made by an “all cishet team”.
  • There is no “cult ending”. There is a maybe-happening-maybe-not Halloween DLC (as confirmed by an artist who worked on the game, albeit not through official channels) that isn’t accessible in game at the moment but was found by data mining. Even if you think a parody ending involving jokey violence is inherently homophobic (spoiler: I think that’s stupid and limiting to LGBT media, go away), the context of it being halloween themed DLC puts a different framing on that altogether. HALLOWEEN IS THE GAYEST FUCKIN HOLIDAY GUYS PLZ
  • It’s not canon. Seriously. DD has no “bizarre twist”. It has an unused side-route that was horror themed.
  • Any and all humour in the premise is just Dad jokes. There’s no goddamn gay jokes, guys. “It’s funny and gay and therefore homophobic!” is obnoxious as shit, sorry not every Big Ol’ Queer wants to live a pious, humourless existence. I’ve played through most of this game by now and it’s not got fucking gay jokes (or trans jokes) in it.
  • There’s legit a good discussion to be had about the way Joseph’s ending plays into some uncomfortable tropes, but I’m gonna be honest, “never allow for anything except a 100% happy ending, for any character” is not a useful mindset to enter that discussion with. “It sucks that the character resembling some real-life experiences around being a closeted religious figure is the one who doesn’t get a ‘good ending’“ is closer to a good jumping off point.
  • (Also, I see u all telling trans fans, fans of colour, etc not to get a game where they get treated decently bc you think the blonde Christian got the short end of the stick.)
  • It’s short because it’s an £11 indie game not because They Don’t Care About The Gays or w/e jesus christ chill.

I keep coming back to the stupid “cult ending” bullshit bc it’s like, my guy, “lgbt people are often demonized so doing a joke route where someone is literally possessed is Bad” is allowed to be taken in a slightly different context when the followup is “also nobody important in this game is goddamn heterosexual and the actual content of the game is totally different to this”. Criticism of media isn’t supposed to be a binary checklist of “does or does not have [x]”, you’re supposed to engage with it using the context of the work. Can you- and lbr, a lot of this is coming from cishet allies- just CHILL and let us have a sense of HUMOUR once in a while.

anyway i played a trans dude dad and gay dated and gay fucked some dudes and had a blast, it was SWEET, dd is a fun game

seeing that “notes =/= my art’s value but if you spent 6 hours on a cake for a party and no one ate it you’d be disappointed too” post floating around and it exasperates me a bit

i’ve had art i spent loads of time on sit at 5 notes. for years. until, one day, without any warning, one person reblogs it and the next thing i know, the note count jumps up into the hundreds. it is a crapshoot, guys.

i see a lot of people saying that getting no notes makes them want to quit. i know it’s disheartening, to be proud of something and find out seemingly no one appreciates it. that sucks. i get it!

now i’ve had friends not only disregard my art, but make fun of it. art i’d drawn for them as a gift. if you think feeling like no one likes your art sucks, you’re preaching to the choir. my art was mocked. i was told i wasn’t as good as other artists. i didn’t keep drawing for these people or their approval - i kept drawing for me. i looked for my own improvement and took small victories, and over time, i let go of the cruel things people had said and learned to believe in myself again

when my art started to get positive attention, i’d screenshot every nice comment or tag anyone ever left on my art and save it to a “motivation” folder. they were blessings, not something i felt entitled to. even the tiniest remarks meant so much to me.

at one point, one of my friends admitted they were mad at me - because my art would receive more notes. a friend whose art i would regularly admire, someone who i encouraged and believed in, as if my appreciation somehow meant less than numbers on a website. it really sucked, guys!

your art and the time you put into it is invaluable and you should be proud of yourself above all else. to receive no recognition and to create in spite of that is admirable! it’s heart and passion, and it’s going to stay with you a lot longer than a handful of notes. cherish kindness no matter where it comes from - family, friends, strangers - it’s all genuine, i promise, and while there’s no guarantee your art will become popular, you can be the first person who believes in yourself. hang on tight to friends who recognize your hard work, and if you haven’t found any yet, you will

tl;dr recognition can come in many forms, and notes certainly don’t hurt, but they aren’t your only validation. be proud of yourself, keep going, and cherish each and every person who believes in you. every time you post art, it’s a gamble, but personal growth is a constant. someday you’ll be glad you didn’t give up.

I gotta tell y'all, living out in the country I have seen one too many dogs get left behind because people think pets are expendable, that they can just go get another one….and now with this hurricane people are just dropping their dogs off almost right on my parents porch….I gotta say, when shit hits the fan people will abandon things that really don’t mean that much to them. My parents neighbor took off for Chicago and asked them to go over and feed his dog….honestly what the fuck??? My dad got mad and just took the dog in. These animals depend on us, they didn’t ask for any of this and don’t understand what’s happening. So please, if anyone follows me lives or knows anyone who lives by the gulf coast, Texas, Louisiana, if they are even considering leaving their animals behind then definitely go and kick their asses into sense because its not right. I made the mistake of letting my dog off the leash and watched him get hit straight on by a car and to this day I have a hard time forgiving myself. And haven’t considered getting another dog….I loved him. He was a good boy.

As someone who wants to go into the mental health field as a mentally ill person themselves...

Split is gonna be an amazing movie.

Hell my Psychological Adaptations teacher BADLY wants to take a small group of kids to go see it with her. We watched the trailer in class and kids who knew nothing about mental illness asked questions on how DID affected someone.

We’ve watched Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, read the book it’s based on and even watched Bates Motel. We’ve gone into the nitty gritty of what kind of trauma it takes to get to this level. And let me tell you the kids in this class LOVE breaking down why the human brain deals with trauma like this. Kids who all(except for the few mentally ill in the room) had an ableist point of view when it came to mental illness

(I stated I was bipolar during a discussion and immediately got looks but they all did ask for me to explain it more and they realized they were misinformed)

They’ve managed to understand that this is purely fiction IN LITERALLY THE EQUIVALENT OF 3 HOURS.

HIGH.SCHOOL.STUDENTS.UNDERSTAND.THAT.THIS.IS.FICTION.

THE GENERAL PUBLIC UNDERSTANDS THAT THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE PORTRAYAL.

For fucks sake my final paper is even gonna be about if Anthony Perkins(Norman Bates in Psycho)is accurately portraying the body language of someone who has DID according to the DSM-5. Mind you THE MOVIE WAS MADE IN LIKE THE 60’S.

A lot of kids are doing a creative writing piece about Normal Bates seeing a psychologist and are going to be graded on if it is a normal sensible piece.

My teacher (who has a masters in Psychology a masters in English and is working on a PHD and is also mentally ill) is so excited about this movie she’s patiently waiting for the DVD so she can base a whole class around it like she did with Psycho(and is doing Lolita in three weeks I’m so mad I don’t need more English credit after this)

Anyhow.

Instead of yelling why this is ableist, take a moment to ask the person if they know any facts about DID. If not kindly explain that this is a work of fiction instead of yelling at them.

I never rant about anything on tumblr but I can’t stand all this “boycott” bullshit.

Edit: A vague call out by someone who blocked me immediately afterward is now a thing. Funny. Edit 2: I have officially gotten my first “kill yourself” anon. Thank you for your compassion.

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

Wait what's the story about half the boys in your grade getting your class kicked out of Disney world?

Okay, if anyone is going to read this story, you are legally required to listen to the song “Turbulence” first. Nothing will truly make sense without it. You sit your ass through the entire damn song, if you try to skimp out on it the Elder’s will find you. It’s completely vital to the full experience of this stupid ass story. This ENTIRE story exasperates me

Now, okay, so my high school senior class….was relatively a group of good kids. It was a larger grade then I was used to growing up, so I obviously didn’t know everyone in the school personally, but I could pretty much recognize everyone in my grade, and like okay, there were a lot of class clowns and trouble makers™, but for the most part, no one was really a dick and everyone was generally a Decent Person.

Then, for some ungodly reason, the song ‘turbulence’ gets released. 

Now, I think the song actually came out in like, 2011 or something, but it caused Notable Problems with my grade in particular. It was deemed our ‘CLASS SONG’, and every time it played at an event or someone just played it for fun on their phone or something, every single kid in my age group just unexplainably went crazy. You never really knew what was going to happen, and it got worse each and every year- making senior year the year of Worried Faculty, and not without reason. 

Senior Year alone, before this Disney incident happened, the song ‘turbulence’ lead directly to the slightly-violent concussion of an unwillingly crowd surfing teacher and a few freshmen at homecoming, and it was also being blasted on a blue tooth speaker when a couple of boys in my class Lowkey Very Politely High-Jacked The Plane We Were On, so, when we got to Disney World, the chaperones made sure to contact whoever was in charge of our party and told them under no circumstances was this song to be played.

Anyway.

So the school does a Disney trip for the seniors every year- they stay in a cheap hotel and shove four or five withering and hormonal teens in a room, they go to the parks during the day, one night they walk through Universal and see the Blue Man Group in concert, and one night they usually have a big dinner and dance party for the kids, usually held in Sea World. 

But, you know what came out when they were planning the Disney trip? Blackfish. So, the school board (and a lot of the students) were like “UMM-” and that left them scrambling to find a new location for the party. 

The Disney workers, being Disney workers, were super helpful when the school mentioned this issue when they called to make reservations, though. They were like, “Oh, this is great timing! Your school always brings such well-behaved kids every year, and we’ve been thinking about opening up our Fantasia Gardens golf course as a party location! You guys could be our first official party!” and the school was super flattered so they agreed. Disney was providing a dance floor, food, a DJ, and everything else, and it wasn’t going to really cost anything extra, so the faculty was like, Super Excited about it. They thought this was gonna be a great thing, they were the experiment to see if they would try this with other schools, it was an honor, and it meant that they had a great reputation in Disney’s opinion, so maybe they’d be open to providing the school with free/new stuff/opportunities in future years.

Now, let me tell you something- I was Kinda Fucking Miserable for most of this trip. The first day was fine, but the second day saw my friends abandoning me in Magic Kingdom with barely any explanation, so I spent all day roaming MK and Epicot alone, save for occasionally standing next to acquaintances and talking to my different-school friends in a group chat on my phone, and then later that night my friend since third grade like, got a school official and cried to her about how I had instigated a fight and that’s why I was alone all day, which is literally such bullshit and not what happened, it‘s been 3 years and I still cannot believe she actually pulled this fuckery, so even though we made up later in the week I was still pissed the fuck off for the rest of my life the trip. All of my roommates (the deserters) were walking on eggshells around me, except this one control-freak girl who tried to micromanage everything I did (even though literally none of it affected her)  and none of us realized how pissed off I was until I apparently physically threw her out of the bed while I was in a deep sleep, multiple times, and also stole her pillow. So the only person who I wasn’t Fully Done with was this tiny girl from a writing class, but she was potentially Half-Hamster, exclusively wore clothes made for seven year olds, couldn’t go on half of the rides because of her glass eye, and 99% of her conversation points was talking about all the plans she had to hang out with one of the other girls I was rooming with (who didn’t actually wanna hang out with her/got mad at me the third day there because the boy she liked was flirting with me), so like…she was sweet but I also wanna go on rides and not hear how great the girls I’m lowkey in a Blood Feud with are, you know? She wasn’t exactly prime hang out material here. So by the time we get to this party at Fantasia Gardens, we’re all lowkey pretending like everything’s fine but like. It wasn’t hard to tell there was fighting going on. And you could just look at all the other students around you and see there was also fighting going on. Shoving so many kids in hot rooms is never a good idea, like YIKE. 

Anyway, I needed something at this party to be fun. I needed to be released at this point. 

I walk into the place and immediately realize I’m a fucking outlier amongst the girls- every single girl had opted for a sundress, whilst I thought a black skirt and a nice blouse would be enough. This should not have been a problem, but hey. High School. What can ya do. (it just made me more stressed) At this point I was like, this is it, this is it, I hate literally everyone in my high school. There’s nothing holding me back. Graduation take me the fuck away. But I had to make it through this party and then one more day in Disney. 

The room was like, a barn, kind off? Or at the very least it had been decorated like one. There was barbecue food, a dance floor, a lake outside, and a mini-golf course that we were told we were allowed to use at any part of the night. The DJ was playing relatively normal dance/club music. After about an hour of strobe lights and watching people dancing, My Friend Who Hath Betrayed Me and I decided to head down to the mini-golf course. 

There were these two guys there, and I didn’t really know them but they were clearly those ‘All Our Classmates Are Beneath Us Because We’re Alternative And Like Anime And Heavy Metal Music’ types of guys. They took one look at my ass in a tight black mini-skirt and immediately started flirting with me, and on any other occasion I would have shot them down, but 1) They were both actively focused on me over my friend, who I was still mad at and 2) I was frustrated - so I started flirting back even though I wasn’t interested in the slightest (and I had petty reasoning, of course, but I was 18, it was a bad week, it was 100 degrees, give me a break. I promise 99% of the time I’m not Awful). So anyway, we get caught up in a game of mini-golf with these anti-establishment boys, who spend the entire time dissing our classmates for, like, dancing, and looking for excuses to show off in front of me/touch me. We missed like half the dance because of this. 

Right when we were finishing our game, we were contemplating going to the other golf course (I was looking for an excuse to head back to the party tbh we were literally the only four people outside it was starting to feel like the set up to a horror movie) when a girl came up and told us to head back in because the boys™ had busted out the alcohol and we only had a limited amount of time before the chaperones noticed. 

(They sold alcohol at our hotel, a bunch of people had fake id’s made before the trip for this very reason). Me and my friend didn’t actually feel like drinking but we took the excuse and the boys followed us back inside (we lost them on the dance floor and I only saw them once again that night). Anyway, we arrived to what we thought was Chaos, but was truly only the Beginning of Chaos

Right off the bat, I noticed the boys from my Gov class and the boys I knew from detention were huddled around each other, muttering under the music. That, I knew, was not gonna lead to anything good. They see me, and they’re like “Javert! Javert people trust you! Go request that the DJ play turbulence!” and I’m like. No. What are you fucking planning??? But they just keep pressing me. They would not drop it oh my God. One of my roommates overhears this, the one who’s mad at me because her crush she never talks to was slightly flirting with me earlier, and she’s in a petty™ mood so she asks why they want it to play but they still won’t tell her, just keep insisting that it has to happening. So she’s all, ‘I can get it to play’ and struts off to the DJ booth with an exaggerated ponytail snap. I’m left with these boys like. For fucks sake please don’t get anyone killed. 

A few boys break off to go tap people and let them know what’s going on. The smell of alcohol is strong. Boys are starting to discreetly take off their shoes and any valuables and hide them under the tables. The chaperones aren‘t noticing any of this. 

I broke away from the dance floor to get a soda, and one of the teachers sees me looking mildly distressed and asks if something’s wrong. And I know. I know that I have the power to kill whatever the hell is about to happen. I’m the sole person in this room that’s clued in who’s not whispering in excitement and waiting for the song to play. I still don’t even know what they’re all planning on doing, but I could end this so fast, just say the words ‘turbulence’ or ‘the boys’ or ‘senior prank’, and this would be nipped in the bud immediately. This could be over before it ever started, all because of me.

And then I reflect on how shitty my weeks been going, how I was frustrated with most of the people in the room, how I needed something fun to happen at this party to release me from hell. 

I tell the chaperone I’m fine, just getting a little tired, and they drop it and head back to the buffet line. 

I head back to the dance floor. Everyone is grinding with baited breath. 

The DJ’s voice comes over the microphone: “I hear it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow! Let’s play her favorite song!”

Turbulence begins to play.

The class goes wild, wilder than they’ve ever been before. The building may as well be shaking from all the noise and music. 

The teachers are trying to get the DJ’s attention to cut the song. He can’t hear them. 

The bass drops

Almost every boy on the dance floor screams, runs outside, rips off their shirts and jumps into the fucking lake

It was absolute PANDEMONIUM. This wasn’t even the funniest thing they could have come up with but everyone left on the dance floor was loosing their minds cracking up. The teachers and Disney workers were screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to haul boys back onto the land. 

Then the manager of Fantasia Gardens starts screaming that there are alligators in the fucking lake

Like. FUCKING. IT’S FLORIDA. HOW DID NO ONE THINK THERE WAS GONNA BE AN ALLIGATOR PROBLEM. F L O R I D A. 

THESE DUMBASS BOYS JUMPED INTO A FUCKING ALLIGATOR INFESTED LAKE.

A L L I G A T O R S. 

FUCK.

All the boys eventually make it back onto land- no one had been bitten or killed or anything, although a few apparently did see ‘shapes moving’ (it was late at night, so nothing clear), and one kid got kicked in the head and knocked out for a few moments and almost drowned, but everyone was intact. 

DISNEY WORLD WAS FURIOUS

And like, you can’t fucking blame them. I’m sure when they were making the principal sign liability papers, they didn’t think to include ‘late night gator attacks in a lake’ on the list, they could’ve been put in serious trouble if something had happened omfg. But there was a LOT of yelling/ranting/cursing. NEVER before have they seen such inappropriate behavior, the school would not be allowed to step foot in the Fantasia Gardens EVER again, yadayada, that sort of thing. The more boys I found soaking wet, the more ridiculous this got- I knew which of them had planned it of course, but this was most of the grade. There were like, geeks and nerds and Good Kids™ who I never expected to do something like wild like this standing around half naked looking torn between proud and about-to-cry omfg.

Every single boy who participated got suspended for three days, but they had to space out which boys were suspended which days because they didn’t trust them to not throw a giant party on the days they weren’t there. 

The school is still allowed in Disney World every year, but are banned from Fantasia Gardens and received a fine. 

Turbulence’ was absolutely banned from being played at senior prom. 

voltron paladins fannon vs cannon

fannon lance: SHAKIRA IS MY QUEEN and i can’t go five minutes without speaking in spanish or talking about skin care

canon lance: *is smart and great with on the spot strategy* *saved slav with his incredible sniping skills* “You ever notice how far the planets are from each other, Coran?”

fannon keith: MAN i’m just SO GAY and EMO have you heard the news MOTHMAN is my HUSBAND and the moon landing was faKED

canon keith: “I AM YOUR PALADIN!” *literally runs headfirst into everything and hardly thinks before he acts* i don’t think this kid could get any more awkward

fannon pidge: i’m a horrible gremlin who can ruin your entire life with nothing but my cellphone and outdated memes

cannon pidge: *bulit a set of equipment capable of picking up frequencies as far as a moon of pluto* she is willing to do whatever it takes to find her family and she is really going through so much pain right now

fannon shiro: man i’m just so soft i could never genuinely get mad at my team they are so important to me they are my space kids and i am their space daddy

cannon shiro: *flips out on slav like six times* *continuously makes jokes while he thinks he’s going to die* “Blam, blam, blam!”

fannon hunk: i just ;; love food so much;;; it’s like beautiful art made for your taste buds and it is the only thing i ever think about

cannon hunk: this boy would not rest until he saved shay and her people and he fucking gordon ramsay’d his way out of restaurant slavery

Animal Crossing Starters:
  • “I figured you must be blackmailing that poor girl to have lunch with you.”
  • “I think it’s fair to say that I’m pretty sexy.”
  • “I don’t want to live in a world where I have to eat sugar free sugar cookies.”
  • “I remembered today was your birthday so I thought I’d say hi.”
  • “You have nothing to lose except your lonely loser status.”
  • “Shut it, you faker!”
  • “I sure am tired from all that relaxing I did today.”
  • “Then I can spend my entire allowance on comic books and video games and no one can stop me.”
  • “When you listen to pop music, you often hear them saying ‘shawty.’”
  • “[NAME] made fun of me because I say 'poot’ all the time.”
  • “I waited and waited because I really wanted to see you.”
  • “Tell papa/mama what’s up.”
  • “It hurts my face just looking at you.”
  • “Marry me.”
  • “I look forward to seeing what you’re gonna do with my butt.”
  • “A trash bin..? Is this a clue to your true identity?”
  • “I’m beautiful, but I’m also deadly.”
  • “I hope you go to jail.”
  • “What did you do to my body?”
  • “Stick to chocolate and comic books. You’re too young for love anyway.”
  • “I’m sorry.. please don’t be too mad at me.”
  • “I have a big favor to ask you.”
  • “Maybe I’ll just go home and lock myself in a closet.”
  • “I gotta admit, I really love that one show where all those people do the stuff and then something happens.”
  • “Here, touch my skin. It’s totally slimy right now.”
  • “I probably look in the mirror 24 times a day just to be sure I’m still so darned handsome/beautiful.”
  • “Guess what I’ve got in my pockets right now.”
  • “Better not catch you making goo-goo eyes at my wife/husband.”
  • “No one understands me. I’m hungry all the time and no one cares.”
  • “Are you suggesting my style is outdated?”
  • “Don’t play with stink bugs, especially when you’ve got a date coming up.”
  • “They don’t even care who wins. They just all flex their pecs.”
  • “Love means accepting that there will be times when you don’t get the last scallop.”
  • “Yeah exercise is totally hard and stuff. I think I’m gonna go take a nap and read a book or whatever.”
  • “Today was the day my best friend in the whole wide world was born.”
  • “Whoa you look so weird. And not weird in a hip way. More like 'weird’ as in 'makes me want to barf.’”
  • “End my suffering.”
  • “Not to sound corny but I really like you.”
  • “I wonder how I can say 'swaggy ’ in the most grown up way possible.”
  • “Just because two people are good friends doesn’t mean they’d make a good couple.”
  • “Sorry, I was staring at your face because I don’t know you. Not because there’s something wrong with your face.”
  • “Would it surprise you if I said I’m pretty proud of my legs?”
  • “The truth is never free.. but sometimes it’s on sale.”
  • “I hear the sound of rap coming from somewhere.”
  • “They tell you to sleep on a problem. But what if your problem is insomnia?”
  • “I’ll just observe your friends from the shadows.”
  • “I heard allergies are caused by the government.”
  • “Watch out, 'cause I’ll compliment you until you puke.”
  • “So D.I.Y. stands for 'do it yourself’? Well, if these guys think I’m going to do my own manual labor, they’ve got another acronym coming.”
  • “I can smell your confidence. Smells like soup.”
  • “I’m gay.”
  • “You’re my hero.”
  • “Please don’t call on me.”
  • “I think I dropped my house key somewhere. That was my favorite key… it opened my house.”
  • “Do you want to hear the brutal truth? That outfit is a hot mess.”
  • “Oh, I get it! You’re playing it cool. Trying your best not to cry.”

me normally: its cool, characters with no explicit mention of their gender or sexuality can be headcanoned any way you want, just don’t be mean to other people about their headcanons and everyone can play this awesome game and relate to these characters :)

me after seeing this shit: actually you know what fuck you Blanche is totally agender now, Candela is a trans woman and her and Blanche are FUCKING MARRIED and Sporky my son is a bisexual trans boy FUCKING  F I G H T  M E

mobbed - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You comfort an upset Tom after he’s mobbed at the airport.


He’d only been gone for three days, but you still smiled happily to yourself when you heard your boyfriend close the door to your apartment from where you were sitting in your bed reading. You looked up when the sound of his footsteps alerted you to his presence in the doorway of the bedroom. Your face fell a bit when you saw the tired, upset look on his face.

“Hey,” you said gingerly, unsure of what was wrong.

“Hey,” he responded, giving you a half-hearted smile as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor.

You put down your book and watched tentatively as he took off the suit jacket and pants he’d flown in, throwing on a still-warm freshly washed t-shirt out of the laundry basket on your floor and climbing into bed next to you under the covers in his boxers. He scooched over to your side of the bed and lay half on top of you, his head resting near your right collarbone. He let out a big exhale as his hand slid under the big sweatshirt of his you were wearing to grasp at your hip, his thumb rubbing your left side gently.

Not wanting to pry, you just let him lay with you. You ran your left hand slowly up and down his forearm strewn across you. The fingertips of your right hand brushed along the ridges of his ear before sliding into his hair and rubbing his head soothingly.

A couple minutes later, just as you thought to yourself that he may have fallen asleep, he muttered, “I had a bad day.”

“What happened?” you coaxed.

“At the airport this morning…there were so many people asking me to sign stuff when we were going in. I was so tired, and they kept shoving cameras in my face and things to sign and it put me in a bad mood, and I was trying to be accommodating but I couldn’t get to them all. I knew people were going to think I was being an ass if I started ignoring them, but…I just didn’t want to be there anymore. I just wanted to be by myself and no one would leave me alone.” A deep sigh. “And now I feel guilty and I’m mad that these people can make me feel guilty when they’re the ones intruding on my life.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“S’okay. Just makes me feel shitty.”

It was far from the first time something like this had happened. It made you sad to see how much it affected him each time, but there was no changing it - people would always do as they pleased, and this was his life.

“I wish there was something I could do to help you,” you said softly, your fingers still massaging his head and roaming his arm and shoulder.

“You’re doing it,” he murmured simply, and turned his head to press his lips to your skin.

You were glad your presence could comfort him in some small way, and also baffled by how the simplest of words from him still managed to give you butterflies.You squeezed his bicep in acknowledgement and sunk down a bit farther in the bed, and he re-nuzzled himself against you, all cozy.

Several minutes later you were still caressing his hair and staring at the ceiling when Tom rolled to the side off you a tiny bit, just enough so he had room to prop up his elbow and rest his head on his fist, looking at you.

“You look really pretty today,” he said, twirling a stray strand of your hair around his index finger. “I meant to tell you that when I walked in.”

You laughed softly. “Thanks.”

He let the hair strand fall and put his hand back on your side, sighing. “Coming home to you…..I’m just really grateful to be able to do that.”

You reached your hand to his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone. “I feel pretty lucky every time you do.”

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so we feel bad about the ordeal this morning for Tom’s sake but it provided some solid writing inspo sooooo

xoxo, L & A

Hey Voltron Fandom, what the fuck?

I’m going to get straight to the point, you guys are self-destructive and are going to kill the fandom over your petty arguments and stupid self-entitlement. There hasn’t been a day since the beginning of the fandom that everything has just been peaceful for once (and I’ve been here since it’s birth) You all should be ashamed of yourselves, fighting online and hurting real people over fiction (this is not specifically towards ships btw) And I’m putting my foot down at all of this bullshit and trying to stop it

This is pretty lengthy so everything is under the cut

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“It took me about two years to get to this place of peace and joy. I was so scared to let go of a “love” that I knew was the “one”. I’m finally in a place of trusting God when he says to let something go. I was certainly going back and forth with God like “are you serious?”. I was mad and saying things like “all of my friends are wives and mothers so Lord I need you to fix this”. I believe he laughed at me! I’m saying all of this to say that I now trust that the things and people that are for me are closer than further.“ - Michelle Williams

porygons  asked:

Why do you think it's ok to use queer as a blanket term? As a bi trans person I find it incredibly hurtful and offensive

Do you really want to know my answer? Like seriously, are you actually open to listening to what my answer may be and absorbing any new information I may offer on the topic?

Because from here it doesn’t seem like you are. 

Let’s be honest with each other, you started out with the phrase “why do you think it’s ok” which is aggressive language, and then you justified your disagreement with your identity. Which I always found to be an interesting tactic, because when this clarification exists in an argument it assumes that by having this particular set of identities you are somehow more qualified to discuss this problem than someone else, while at the same time personalizing you so it is harder for anyone to disagree with you.

You then use the words hurtful, and then offensive. Both button words that illicit a certain type of response, hurtful in how inarguable it is. That is your feeling and I would never argue what a stranger is feeling to them. Then there is offensive, which is a word that is very well used in the LGBT+ community to discuss important issues surrounding our dehumanization. 

I don’t think that this message was a carefully crafted masterpiece of debate and trickery that you spent hour figuring out the direct phrasing of obviously, but I do think you had an intent when you wrote this message and the words you chose make that intent clear. 

You don’t want to talk to me. Hell I doubt you even follow me. I have anonymous turned off on my ask box, but I am almost 100% sure that if I didn’t you would be sending this under the little sunglasses wearing icon.

Also if you checked my FAQ you would have found a helpful little link explaining to you my views on the queer discourse. You may have noticed that I have my own reasons why I decide to use that word, and my own history with it. You probably also would have seen my post saying that I don’t mind people disagreeing with me. Or you could have seen that I have a link set up that blocks the word from all my content so no one has to see it if they don’t want to, and they can still have access to the history that I give insight into. 

But you didn’t care about that did you? Because you aren’t actually interested in what I have to say, if you were you would have already seen all of this and you would have seen my request for people to stop asking me to drag out my arguments for why I use the word again and again. You probably would have realized that either A) it is a lost cause so why bother B) that I have nothing left to say on the matter that I haven’t already said and you may have respected my professional boundaries enough to leave it alone.  

But here we are, you uninformed and angry, and me annoyed and tired. We aren’t going to have a good dialogue, and I am near certain you wouldn’t have accepted one if I offered it. You are not here to change my mind, because I have to assume that you at least did a basic check to see that my entire project has the word queer in it and it is pretty clear that isn’t changing. And you are also not here to have your mind changed. 

And to be honest I have no desire to change your mind. I don’t mind people disagreeing with me on this. It actually isn’t that big of a deal to me if someone doesn’t agree with my viewpoints all the time. 

I have read a lot of arguments in favour of removing the word from our lexicon completely. I disagree, but I understand them. As I have said before, this isn’t a huge dividing point for me. 

I have given people access to my work without the word queer in it, and that is the extent of what I am going to do here. 

So why are you sending this in? Nothing is going to change from it, and honestly it is a pretty boring message so I can’t believe you thought something would.

I think the sole reason you sent this was performative. 

You wanted to show that you tried to convince that big mean queer person without actually trying to convince them. Maybe this was a performance; for your followers, maybe you will screenshot my response and share them in a group chat. Or it is also possible this is a performance for yourself, maybe you want to convince yourself that you are doing something. 

Maybe you feel ineffective or like you need to make a difference so you are sending this message to me to feel proud of yourself for trying to change something that you don’t like. 

But you aren’t doing this to actually do the hard work of changing something. 

And it is fine if you aren’t able to do that work for any reason, but leave other people out of your sense of inadequacy. I am not here to be your punching bag that you hit so you can feel big and strong.  

I am tired, and I am bored of people sending me this performative garbage.

Which of course lends itself to the question, why am I answering this publicly?

I will admit there is a little bit of performance from my side as well, I want people to see how right I am and how much this behavior sucks. I want people to see me destroying this ask, and I am not going to lie I am totally going to send screenshots to the group chat.

What makes us different, is that I didn’t seek this performance out. I clearly did not send this to myself, and I haven’t made a post about the queer discourse in months. Which means, this person had to search for me so that they could get mad at me. Whereas I just had to check my inbox this morning and respond to what was there.

But outside of the performance of it all, I want my answer to sit with you for a couple of days. I don’t care if I change your mind about the queer discourse because honestly I do not care about the queer discourse. But I do want to change something. I want you to stop sending asks like these, because this doesn’t seem like it is your first. 

And if you were just sending them to me I would be fine with it. I can delete asks, and they roll off my back if I decide to let them. But not everyone is like that. 

I could now give a rant about the little baby queers I am protecting, but it is not just about them. It is about all of the people you send this kind of thing to (who almost certainly don’t deserve hate mail), whether they are affected deeply by it or not it doesn’t make what you are doing any better. 

And if me writing this long message publicly makes it less likely for you to send something like this again, then it is worth the five minutes I have spent crafting it. Because if you are a little more self conscious about doing something like this again, then hopefully I will have spared a couple of people the annoyance of having to deal with this kind of garbage message. 

Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)

Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.

-

“Peter”

“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.

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[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.