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BASICS

.name | Mordred Surana | birth-name “Morihiro”, changed by the Chantry sisters when he was given to Kinloch Hold as a newborn because they couldn’t be arsed to even try and let him keep a name that’s so un-Andrastian
.age | 27 by 9:41 Dragon, 31 Harvestmere
.gender | Male
.orientation | Aromantic + Asexual
.profession | Grey Warden of Ferelden, former Warden-Commander of Amaranthine, continues to be a Side Quest and Codex Entry Collector Enthusiast (he reads all your mail…NEVER DIE WITH UNDELIVERED MAIL ON YOUR PERSON!!!)

BACKGROUND: Mordred Surana was raised in Kinloch Circle, forfeited to it before he was ever old enough to know mother or father, or even the sound of his own name. Precocious from toddler-age, or as more direct Templar minders and Chantry sisters might say, troublesome, Mordred was nonetheless pity-rescued by Duncan of the Warden Order to fight the Blight because Duncan (or so he told Mordred) admired his courage and forwardness in defending Jowan from the botched runaway attempt. Mordred privately knew Duncan was bullshitting because Irving probably sold him that narrative to recycle a promising mage rather than lose him to Greagoir and the hideous Tranquil brand, but that’s neither here nor there.

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For You

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Words: 1168

Warnings: insults to my poor Sirius bby, it’s really nothing personal against Slytherins so if you feel insulted I apologize, swear words

Request: Could you please do a sirius black fanfic, where the slytherins say pretty nasty things about sirius and the reader gets furious and starts dueling them and sirius is just trying to get her back so that she doesn’t injure herself - for @kerouacbridge

A/N: I really loved this request!!! Hope you like it and try to ignor my crappy writing lol

PLEASE DON’T REPOST.

“-blood traitor, Black,” you heard as you walked down the hall, towards your Transfiguration class.

“Yeah, Black thinks he’s better than us, but he’s just another stupid Gryffindor,” another said.

You dropped your books, not really realizing until they hit the floor making a loud thud. Your vision went red from the rage you were feeling at the moment. Black?! Sirius Black?! Were they calling the most loyal and goofy (he didn’t admit it, though) boy you’ve ever met ‘stupid’ and 'blood traitor’?! They were not getting away with it. Not only did they deserve a good hex but how could you have heard that and do nothing? It hurt only to think about it.

“Hey!! you called for them, walking fast towards them. They were all wearing Slytherin ties and guess who were in the middle of the group, still talking nastily about your best friend. You guessed right: Snivellus and Malfoy. Life and soul of the Anonymous Assholes Private Party. "Stop talking bullshit about Sirius. You disgust me,” you said, gripping your wand beneath your robes with great tension. If you had to, you’d hex them all.

However, the Slytherin group did not look intimidated. They laughed, nudged each other’s arms like saying 'this little bitch thinks she can beat us’, and sent Malfoy as a representative of the group.

“What are you gonna do, little moddblood?” Malfoy said lowering his face to face you. Your height was not helping you at the moment.

“I’m gonna hex you all,” you replied not even flinching at the nickname. Pure-blood-obsessed students called you that way a few times, but it never got to you. What did they care if your parents were muggles? You were still a witch and, more importantly, a witch who could hex all their asses when you wanted. Your grip tightened around your wand.

Malfoy turned around and laughed at you along with the other Slytherins. “I see. Well, you may not be able to do so, but be my guest and try.” You saw how Malfoy took his wand out of the pocket of his impeccable robes and pointed it at you.

You were faster and already began throwing spells his way. You were top of your class, together with Lily Evans, in Charms so duelling was one of your favourite activities, even if it ended up in detention. Stupefy! Locomotor Mortis! Protego! Expelliarmus! Malfoy was good and defended himself from the spells you sent. Of course, you defended yourself from his too. Snivellus helped him, so it wasn’t fair. It made you feel more confident. You were better than two wizards. They couldn’t beat you even working together.

“Y/N!” Sirius said in a worried tone as he run towards you. Expelliarmus! Their wands flew to the ground and stayed there, unmoved.

Malfoy said something you couldn’t quite hear before his wand was sent away from his hands. A spell went right to your right arm, which began to bleed from wounds you didn’t have seconds before. You had to sit not to fall to the floor. The pain you felt was too much.

“No!” your best friend said angrily and, together with James who stood next to him, they both drove the whole Slytherin group away from you with some hexes you had never heard before. He crouched besides you “Y/N, are you okay? I’m gonna kill them. I’ll kill Snivellus first and then Malfoy,” said Sirius as he stood up, but you stopped him taking his wrist to stand up.

“I’m fine. Help me go to the Hospital Wing. I still don’t know how to cure these type of injures very well,” you explained.

Sirius looked at you, doubting, but decided he could kill them after you were better. Looking at you in that state. Bleeding. Injured. Sirius loved you, though you didn’t know that yet, and he’d do anything for you, so seeing how those bullies treated you made him feel sick. And furious. He answered with a small and simple 'okay’ and took you to the Hospital Wing.

You loved Sirius too. As much as he loved you. He didn’t know that yet.

After Madame Pomfrey did her magic, you were asked to rest for a few hours. James had already left, wishing you a good recovery and Sirius was sitting beside you, still worried. He didn’t leave your side at all.

“Why’d you do it? Those assholes never bothered you before, why now?” Sirius asked, caressing the back of your hand. It sent shivers down your spine every time.

You looked at him and smiled softly. “They weren’t talking about me. They were talking about you. Called you a blood traitor.”

Your best friend widened his eyes in surprised and then, trying to supress the huge smile that threatened to occupy half his face, Sirius said: “You know I don’t care about it either. And besides, you got hurt. Why?”

“For you. I couldn’t just stay there and do nothing,” you blushed slightly. He blushed too. It was cute.

“You didn’t have to,” Sirius replied, looking away to hide his bright red cheeks. “But thank you,” he added. The flustered boy leaned forward and kissed your cheek sweetly.

More blushing.

As you were separating, you did something you were both surprised about. You kissed him. First it was sloppy, but soon you synchronized and deepened the kiss.

“Wow,” Sirius whispered when you pulled away.

You hummed in response, biting your lip and smiling as dorkily as he did. He leaned and kissed you again.

“You better go to sleep now. After what those jerks did, you should rest,” said Sirius. He placed his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to, Sirius,” you complained.

Sirius stepped back abruptly. “Give me space, love,” he said pushing you to a side of the small bed. When you looked confused, Sirius chuckled and explained: “I’m not leaving you until you get better.”

You laughed and smiled at him, making as much space as he needed (which was a lot). You stared at each other and when you realized, you both laughed and blushed, looking away. Sirius pulled you closer and rested his chin on the crook of your neck. You embraced him with your arms and placed your head on his chest.

Neither could believe what was happening. It felt like a dream. One that could end at any time, both taking advantage of every second.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Sirius’ muffled voice said.

“Goodnight, Sirius.”

A few minutes after, the door of the Hospital Wing and two very familiar voices talking entered the room.

“I’m telling you, Moony, he won’t leave her side,” James whispered concerned.

“You know how Pads can be very protective of her,” Remus answered. He opened his mouth to continue but closed it at the sight of Sirius and you sleeping. Remus placed a finger on his lips signalling for James to be quiet and left the room tiptoeing.

You were going to be teased non-stop the next day.

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Report: Donald Trump Plans to Eliminate National Endowment for the Arts, Privatize Corporation for Public Broadcasting
Donald Trump's transition team is eyeing staggering cuts to the federal agencies that support the arts, humanities, and public broadcasting, the Hill reports. Under the team's plan, the non-profit Corporation for Public Broadcasting, which supports public television, public radio, and PBS, would be privatized. The National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) and the National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH), which offer grants for artistic and educational productions, exhibitions, research, and more, would be eliminated entirely. As The Hill points out, the proposed plan hews closely to a blueprint prepared by conservative think tank the Heritage Foundation, which has had an outsize influence on the staffing and direction of the new administration. Two transition team members reportedly discussing the cuts to arts funding, Russ Vought and John Gray, previously worked for the Heritage Foundation, and for vice president-elect Mike Pence. The U.S. has always trailed countries like Canada and

Everyone, everyone on this page should be blowing up phones and trying to shut this shit down. Not cutting military spending, no bail outs for corporations and major tax cuts. We’re saving money by shutting down the arts. And privatizing PBS.

This is absolute bullshit.

anonymous asked:

Josh may be a case in point that high IQ does not equate to success in life, love or relationships. I think his show pony status proves it. If it's "real" it's embarrassing; if it's faux it is even more embarrassing bc it's gone on past it's expiration date. Get a clue, Josh.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Where do I even start?

Josh isn’t stupid. He knows what he’s doing. He knows how his post and new trip to Spain is going to be received, but he does it anyway. 

The bottom line is that Josh seems perfectly fine with being used like a dancing monkey to get attention for Claudia’s and her mother’s projects. And make no mistake, the boy has been in Spain since Sunday but no pics or major sightings occurred until a few hours before Rosa’s book signing.  He was profiled to get attention for her and get people to go to the signing with the hope of seeing Josh. And he was perfectly okay with that. 

So yeah Josh - you’re a hypocrite claiming to want privacy. Your “girlfriend” uses you and you use your fans to help her and her mother make a buck.

Congratulations Josh. You should just go ahead and move to your “second home” and really just “go all in” - go ahead and man-up and post a pic of the two of you and how happy you are together. This whole story about being private is bullshit and everyone knows it.  If you’re going to do this - than fucking do it. Stop half-assing everything in your life. 

No one respects you anyway so you might as well just commit to this bullshit. 

And by the way, tell your “girlfriend” to stop giving dirty looks to the few fans you have left. You’re out there being whored to get the girl attention.  The least she can do is not be a bitch to your fans - again. 

Shit My Drill Sergeant Said

SHOWERING IS NOT OPTIONAL … My drill sergeant was doing a routine inspection when suddenly I hear: “WHAT THE UNHOLY FUCK IS THAT SMELL, PRIVATES?! IT SMELLS LIKE Y’ALL DECIDED TO USE YOUR GODDAMNED WALL LOCKERS AS SHITTERS!” He continues on, and not two seconds later I hear: “ALL RIGHT, SERIOUSLY, PRIVATES, NO MORE BULLSHITTING, THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?” A PRIVATE SAYS, “DRILL SERGEANT, PRIVATE X DOESN’T PERFORM PERSONAL HYGIENE, DRILL SERGEANT!”

DS: THE FUCK DID YOU SAY? So the drill sergeant walks up to the now freshly named Private Shower and says: “YOU NASTY LITTLE FUCK! YOU SMELL WORSE THAN A THAI HOOKER ON TWO-FOR-ONE NIGHT! I MEAN, HOLY HELL, PRIVATE, I HAVE BEEN IN SHIT, AND I’D RATHER BE KNEE-DEEP IN IT THAN SMELL YOUR UNSANITARY, INHUMAN, UNWORTHY, REPULSIVE ASS! FROM NOW ON, PRIVATE, WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A SIGN-IN SHEET BY THE SHOWERS, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO SHOWER WITH EVERY OTHER PISS-FOR-BRAIN PRIVATE HERE. YOUR NAME WILL BE FIRST EVERY FUCKING NIGHT FOR THE REST OF THE CYCLE OR I SWEAR TO WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN I WILL HAVE YOU DOING LOW CRAWLS IN THE PIT UNTIL YOU SHIT MOTOR OIL!”

anonymous asked:

Why did he talk about frauddie again?😐

Hi anon :) 

Because they made him. You can literally see the guy interviewing him looking at his cue card and then asking about it. 

What do you expect? Not once have they let something fly by without any sort of heavy private life oriented stunt bullshit, and it’s pretty clear that if they can, they absolutely will force that in up until the last moment. 

They know it doesn’t help him, it’s just punishment. As long as F publicly remains his child, he’ll be asked about it. 

Next Door Neighbor Pt. 5- Calum Hood

Originally posted by itslukehemmings

FIRST OFF HOLY SHIT! Sorry for the language but OMFG THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE NOTES AND MESSAGES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. Sorry if this is shit but omg  thanks so much xx

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Secrets Should Stay Secrets

warning >> some serious daniel sharman smut & language

- (Y/BF/N) > your best friends name -

“Oh and (Y/BF/N) completely threw us under the bus and told everyone about what happened at dinner like two weeks ago.”

“Why would you tell her?” Daniel laughed making me groan in annoyance.

“She’s my best friend she knows everything!”
“Everything? Even about our sex life?” He asked a laugh in his tone.

“Yeah….”
“Babe! That’s private! That’s the whole point of intimacy its just between us!” He laughed shaking his head.
“Oh shut the fuck up!” I laughed “You tell Max everything! Literally everything! He asked me if I was pregnant like three months ago because you told him that I was switching pills yet we still fucked so don’t give me that its private bullshit!” I exclaimed tears literally streaming down my face from laughter, as well as him.

“I apologized for that after you made me sleep on the couch for it! So I guess you’re sleeping on the couch tonight” He smirked and I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.
“Really?” I asked sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in a black lace push up bra. His eyes widened and he shook his head quickly.
“Nope no not really I was joking, completely joking.” Daniel promised his eyes not leaving my cleavage. “But-“ He started sitting up and crawling over to me “That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” He smirked grabbing onto my hips and pulling me under him causing me to squeal in shock.

“Uh huh” I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck playing with the ends of his curly hair.
“Don’t uh huh me” He smirked before pulling his own shirt off making me trail my fingers up his stomach and chest in adoration. He smirked down at me before slamming his lips against mine making me grab onto his neck to pull him as close to me as possible so I could buck my hips into his making him groan against my lips. My hands travelled down to his sweatpants to palm him through his pants but he quickly pulled my hands away, pinning my wrists together above my head. “Uh uh baby girl, I didn’t say you could touch,” He demanded making me whimper.

“Daniel” I whimpered as his lips sucked on my neck making sure to leave his mark. He lifted his head up to look at me a smirk on his face.
“You’re gonna go upstairs, strip and sit on the bed and if you’re not completely naked by the time I get up there I swear to god baby girl you will be in so much trouble.” He commanded making me whimper before nodding my head quickly. “Go” He said allowing me to get up from under him and run up the stairs pulling off my jeans quickly. I ran a hand through my hair before pulling down my thong and pulling off my bra straps before spinning my bra around to unhook but just as my fingers reached the hooks Daniel walked into the bedroom shaking his head at me setting whatever was in his hands on the top of the dresser.
“Aw baby girl, such a shame” He shook his head walking over to me pulling my bra off of my body and dropping it onto the floor. He turned me around so back was to him before pushing my chest down onto our bed leaving him with a perfect view of my ass. “Such a nice ass baby girl, and I’m about to wreck it” He whispered in my ear making me moan softly at his words, pushing my ass into his hands. I heard him laugh before his large hand came in contact with my soft skin making me moan loudly and jerk forward. “Count ‘em for me baby”
“1” I whimpered loving the pain and pleasure rushing through my veins. After ten more hits he pulled me up and around to face him placing pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss his tongue wasting no time to push its way into my mouth. His hands kneading my breasts using his thumb and index finger to roll and pinch on my nipples occasionally making a moan leave my mouth in satisfaction.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and obey me?” He asked biting onto my ear making me nod quickly as I pulled on his curly hair.

“Yes sir” I whispered in his ear making him groan into my neck before pushing me away from him slightly pulling his sweatpants down and kicking them off quickly leaving me to stare at the prominent outline of his erection in his boxer briefs. I looked at him with innocent eyes silently asking if I could suck him off.
“Let me fuck your pretty little mouth” He muttered in his sexy ass accent making me even wetter. I nodded smiling softly batting my eyelashes at him as I sunk down to my knees making him curse under his breath as my fingers danced over his constrained cock. “Don’t you fucking dare tease me,” He ordered pulling on my hair making me nod before pulling down his underwear his length slapping against his stomach. God he was huge, I’ve only ever been with five other guys before him and he was by far the largest, probably over nine inches when fully hard. I slowly licked up his shaft before wrapping my hand around him pumping a few times then wrapping my lips around his tip. “Fuck” He moaned throwing his head back making me moan at the sight of him with his lip between his teeth, his muscles flexing involuntarily, his head thrown back emphasizing his jaw line even more and his eyes squeezed tight. He grabbed onto the back of my head pushing his length farther into my mouth until he felt me gag slightly before pulling on my hair bobbing my head up and down on him as he bucked his hips into my face. I used my hand to pump what I couldn’t fit in my mouth and the other gently massaging his balls. I hallowed my cheeks when I felt him twitch in my mouth moving my head even faster and humming around his length in satisfaction loving the effect I have on him. “Shit babe, I’m so close” He moaned releasing his grip on my head instead just holding my hair out of my face so that I could pull back a bit and take his load in my mouth without choking. “Fuck (Y/F/N)” He nearly yelled as he came in my mouth, his chest rising and falling quickly trying to catch his breath as he rode out his high my own arousal dripping down my thighs. “Let me see it baby” He ordered making me open my mouth and show him his own cum “Fucking hell, swallow it baby girl” I quickly swallowed the salty substance before opening my mouth again to show him it was gone. “Such a good girl” He said gently pulling me to my feet and placing his lips against mine moaning as he tasted himself on my tongue. “I think you should get rewarded don’t you?” I nodded quickly causing him so smirk before he laid back on our bed. “Come here,” He smirked over at me so I moved so I was straddling his already semi-hard cock again. “Uh uh baby, up here,” He said motioning me to his face making my eyes widen. He’s eaten me out before but I’ve never ever ridden his face, or anyone’s for that matter. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he took my hand allowing me to crawl up to him so my heat was directly over his mouth. “Such a gorgeous pussy” He murmured against my core making me whimper and grab onto the head board. He smirked against me before attaching his lips to my clit sucking harshly on it making me gasp loudly and arch my back. He began kitten licking my core before sticking his tongue into my pussy.
“Fuck Daniel!” I yelled dropping one of my hands to grab onto his hair, running my fingers through it. Within about five minutes I felt my stomach tightening as his gently nipped at my clit. “I’m-“ I couldn’t even get out my sentence before I came all over his face yelling his name, along with any profanity that came to mind. I felt him wipe up every last drip of me before gently pulling me off of his face and placing his lips to mine flicking his tongue against mine so I could taste myself making me moan into his mouth. All of a sudden I felt him slam his entire length up into with absolutely no warning making me scream out in shock a stray tear falling down my face as he began thrusting up into me without giving me any time to adjust.
“Jesus how the fuck are you so tight?” He groaned with a smirk on his face before flipping us over so I was under him with one of my legs was over his shoulder as he pounded into me mercilessly.

“You’re so big oh my god” I cried out my back arching off the bed.

“That’s it baby, take my big fucking cock,” He groaned into my neck making me moan in response.

“If I’m so tight you should fuck me more often then,” I whimpered praying for it not to sound too much like a moan.

“Oh I will babe, next time I go to film somewhere you’re coming with me even if its just for a couple of days,” He moaned loudly slamming his hips down into me even harder.

“Daniel I-I” I pleaded constant whimpers and moans leaving my mouth. He could feel my walls tightening around him automatically knowing I was close.

“Hold it,” He commanded making me whimper and grab onto his hair tightly.

“I-I can’t- Daniel please I can’t-“
“Yes you can baby just wait” He promised kissing me deeply once again before pulling away and nodding at me. “Cum for me baby girl” He whispered and with a shrill moan of his name I came all over his cock and shortly after I felt him come inside me as well. He slowed down allowing both of us to ride out our highs before gently kissing my forehead. “I love you” He smiled down at me.

“I love you too” I smiled back blinking a couple times waking myself up again. He gently pulled my leg off of him and pulled out of me before lying down next to me in bed. Pulling me closer to him placing soft kisses across my face making me laugh loudly, happy and completely contempt being here with him.

I’m seriously confused because one of the constituting constants of my life has always been that the school where I got my secondary education was some private bourgeois bullshit pool of rich kids and those that needed extra attention (anyone know what Hochbegabt means?) and that it was basically hell and now it turns out that that same school in the 70s employed lots of teachers who were victims of Berufsverbote (state employment bans) because they were associated by the state with Communist organisations and now I don’t know what to think of that anymore

bangyamumladesh-deactivated2016  asked:

my point is brown ppl are told that they should buy toilets because we use different ones - proven to be better for bowels, i've also found new stereotypes where we're assumed to shit in rivers. :).........but white ppl dont clean their asses w/ water (answer privately please.)

Yeah, I’m not going to answer this privately because it’s a bullshit way to try and connect what you said in your post.

I’m going to have to agree with mints: you’re just a troll.

darkcityfourthstreet  asked:

Shannon please, don't fall into the Zoe drama.

Look, I’m not famous enough to attract negative attention too much for stating my opinions, nor am I famous enough to budge too many people’s views either. But I will say that other men not standing up when bro-dudes are being shitty is part of the problem with so many subcultures I’m part of. It needs to stop.

I don’t know Zoe Quinn, I’ve never played a game she’s made, I don’t  give a shit about what her supposed (total bullshit, btw) private and professional transgressions are. NOTHING could ever justify the amount of harassment she’s enduring.  That an immature person couldn’t handle his fee-fees without turning to the internet and launching this campaign gets me REALLY MAD. This coupled with the Anita Sarkeesian harassment in the SAME GODDAMN WEEK has me even MADDER. Coming hot off the heels of Ferguson, I am just about ready to hand in my straight white guy card.

I don’t, though, because renouncing my privilege doesn’t help anyone. Staying quiet doesn’t help anyone. Sometimes standing up for justice means you have to endure some lack of popularity. I don’t look to stick my nose where is doesn’t belong very often. But this is bigger than ‘drama.’ This is about addressing a subculture that in many quarters is filled with pain and fear and sickness in its heart. Nothing will get better without that being confronted with clear eyes.