reblog this i put make up on man

dosendumbledore  asked:

Bcuz all ships with Lup are totally not for fun at all. Do you ship for gold? Honor? Also. Taako isn't in a canon relationship with Krav. (ttazz) Shipping is always about fun. Every ship is. And it's not like taagnus is taking the gay representation away from you, is it? Taako is gay that's a fact and that's great!!! And if you dislike it please just blacklist. Sorry I just don't get how the hell that stuff is supposed to hurt anyone.

NON-MLM: READ AND REBLOG THIS POST

i can’t believe y’all are making me put up with this shit on the day of a new episode. way to ruin the good vibes. i told you not to contact me about that post unless i had said something problematic. you have only messaged me to derail my point and insult me. let me, as a gay man, break down why this subject is hurtful to gay men, and i fully expect you to listen and take this into consideration, because you have a responsibility to:

  • taako is in a canon relationship with kravitz. if that much wasn’t clear for you then you’re clearly not paying attention. i also emailed justin and he explicitly confirmed their relationship (which i linked in the post you are referring to): http://goodraandyy.tumblr.com/post/159312691739/justin-confirming-taako-and-kravitzs-relationship so don’t you DARE try to take that represenation away from me. you have no idea what it means to me and thousands of other gay boys in the fandom.
  • most shipping is about fun and that’s the fucking problem. lup shipping is for representation, but taako shipping is for “fun.” gay people do not exist for your FUN. they don’t exist for your ENTERTAINMENT. we are not toys that you can play with based on what you find “hot!!!”. it’s grossly fetishistic of gay men and it’s been going on for far too long. that kind of yaoi-obsessed fandom attitude is fucking disgusting, and just because you think it’s normal/harmless fun, doesn’t mean it is, and doesn’t mean i don’t have the right to speak up about it.
  • taagnus IS taking away gay representation because it’s reducing a canon gay relationship (taako/kravitz) back down to just a “ship” - a hypothetical happenstance that may or may not be canon, and quite frankly? i’m fucking tired of that. i’m tired of shipping, i’m tired of daydreaming about the idea of boys being in love being considered a normal and acceptable thing in media. i want it to be canon, i want it to be confirmed and undeniable, i want gay boys to be normal and not just fun little accessories for fandom fun!!!!!
  • blacklisting does nothing to fix the problem at hand. me ignoring this problem isn’t going to make it magically disappear. me blacklisting gross ships isn’t going to make people stop fetishizing gay men.

you absolutely CANNOT read a post i made as a gay man expressing how i was upset with how gay men are treated in the fandom, and then go on to ask me how i could be upset about it, when i vividly explained it in the post before. honestly? i am absolutely exhausted from putting up with this attitude from this fandom. i’ve tried to be kind and patient and educate y’all but apparently your hawt yaoiz is more important to you than the safety and happiness of gay men. either listen to what i have to say or leave me the fuck alone.

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Eight years without any trouble from those bozos over at Stark Tower, and then this little bastard in red tights shows up, and he thinks he can tear down everything I’ve built. We’re gonna put ‘em outta business! We’re gonna take everything they got!

(x)

The amount of time I spent making this is ridiculous.

Hold On To Let Go Chapter 3

Chapter three has finally been written so here, take it. Please remember that I obsessively check to see if my works have gotten any feedback, so please comment and/or reblog if you liked it! It means a lot to me! Seriously, even just a bunch of random letters or words would make my heart soar.

Big thanks to @puns-and-fics for inspiring this, and @jamilton-central for putting up with my infrequent update schedule. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.


Thomas walked up the street, from the bus stop to the school courtyard. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his dark curls of hair, framing his obviously fake smile. At least, it seemed fake to Thomas. But that was because he knew. At least James couldn’t tell, the shorter man running up to him and grinning.

“Tommy!’ James exclaimed, elated at the sight of his friend. “You’re never gonna believe what happened earlier!”


“What is it, Jemmy?” Thomas asked, happy to leave behind his inner thoughts in exchange for one of James’s stories.

“Well, you know how in Mr.Franklin’s class we have that research and debate project coming up, the one where you have partners?” James inquired hurriedly, talking a mile a minute. “Well, you got paired up with Alexandwhore!” He exclaimed, laughing slightly at the title they’d made up for the scrawny nerd during Freshman year.

“Why is that a good thing, Jemmy?” Thomas muttered, trying to hide the look of pain on his face. He would have to work with Alexander, who was the boy he’d been harrassing for years, and simultaneously the boy he’d been falling in lo- the boy who was his platonic soulmate.

“Because,” James answered smugly. “It gives us the perfect opportunity for what I would like to consider the perfect prank!”

Thomas eyed James suspiciously. “Your pranks usually end with someone in the emergency room, Jemmy.”


“Well, it’s only Alexandwhore, so it won’t matter where he ends up. Do you remember last year when it was a fairly bad storm outside, and that loser could barely speak?”

Thomas remembered that day faintly. It had been last spring, near the end of winter. Alexander had been a shivering mess, asking to leave the class as soon as the first bolt of lightning struck miles away. “Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I did some research- it’s surprising what you can find on the internet- and I think I know why he was like that. Turns out that on Nevis, or wherever it is he’s from, there was a hurricane when he was a kid. So now he can’t stand storms or something. That’s where my plan comes in. RIght before you do your presentation, we play some storm noises, dim the lights, and make it seem like a horrible storm is happening. Then, once Alexandwhore is terrified, we force him to go do the presentation in front of everyone.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“You have to admit that it’d work. All you have to do is get him in the right place at the right time so that I can do my technical stuff.”

“And Burr? What does Aaron know of this?”

“He said something about a code of honor, and how he needed to remain impartial on the situation of Hamilton- basically, Aaron’s a buzzkill, but he won’t tell anyone if we go through with it. So…you in?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thomas felt his heart sink at the idea of doing such a thing to his soulmate. Even if Thomas didn’t love the other teen, this would be a cruel thing to do to his ‘other half’. But this wasn’t his soulmate. Nobody knew except him. Not even Alexander. And Thomas knew that he wouldn’t think twice before doing such a thing to a bastard, orphan, whore’s son, undeserving, smartass-

“I’m in.”


Click, click, click, went the linoleum tile beneath Alexander’s feet. His arm was covered in dark green scribbles, and the scribbles were covering up his- he didn’t need to think about that. Not at all. His sleeves were down, and it was a particularly cold day, so wouldn’t have to worry about someone accidentally seeing the marks on his wrists. Not at all.

Locker doors slammed open and shut carelessly down the hall, the metallic clangs melding together with the dozens of conversations happening at once, a few words stringing together each time he passed a group of people. One moment it was ‘she smells wine and cheap’ and the next it was a simple ‘cooler than a vintage cassette’, as if people still used those.

He kept his head down, denying himself the ability to see exactly who was around him. It was more in an effort to remain inconspicuous than to block his eyesight, but Alexander was willing to use either excuse while trapped in his thoughts. The world was quiet, but a strange sense of quiet. The type of quiet one can only find in the midst of a crowd of teenagers and the air thick with gossip.

Eventually, he reached his first class of the day, U.S. History. It wasn’t his favorite, per say, but he was smarter than to call it his most hated subject. After all, in this class, the only member of his group of tormentors that was here was Jefferson, and he sat across the room. That was as good as it would get.

Rushing in through the open door, he scurried away from the pressing crowd of his peers and walked into the artificially-lit room. There was Mr.Franklin, smiling at him politely, and the classroom half-full of people who simply wanted to avoid the noise and pressure of the halls before the first class of the day, and, of course, the memo board. It was typically bare, save for the crumpled flyer for a musical that the school had put on years ago, but today was different. Today, a neon green piece of paper was tacked to the board.

Walking over to it, he furrowed his brow at the list of names before reading the title of the page. ‘Group assignments’, it said, in overly curvy font which Mr.Franklin had most likely chosen for no reason other than the fact that it seemed amusing at the time, as most his choices appeared to be.

Scanning the page, Alexander’s heart stopped beating for just a moment when he read the words next to his own name.

Typed neatly on the paper in a font that Alexander had never even seen before was the name Alexander Hamilton, with a line attaching it to another name he knew all too well.

Thomas Jefferson.

Fails - Peter Parker x Reader

So, I failed a major music exam a few weeks back and I am still wallowing in sadness over it. This is what come of all of this sadness seeing as I have seen Spiderman Homecoming twice now and I kind of want him all to myself… 

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Masterlist 

Originally posted by sddonald22

You sat there with that letter in your hand. You had worked for months and months towards this one day and you had apparently messed it all up. You had failed the one exam you really needed to pass and on the subject you normally excelled at.

When you had left that examination room you didn’t think you had done as well as you could and you had repeatedly said to your parents and Peter that you thought you had failed. You didn’t mean it. You thought, hoped, that you were wrong. That you would pass by a few marks or even better fly through it and be excellent all over again. But not this time.

The thin paper in your had contained that harsh, automatic scripted writing with all the apologetic crap about not having been successful this time but there was an opportunity next year. Yeah, right. You couldn’t help it. The tears soon cascaded down your face. You needed this exam to get into one of the best schools you could ever hope for and now you had no chance, no matter how much you were liked by teachers or how your reputation preceded you, you couldn’t sneak your way around this one and you didn’t know what to do. Your parents knew which meant you would get the silent disappointment treatment for a few hours if you were lucky. You needed to tell Peter, get his disappointment out the way do you could wallow in your grief.

As if on cue, there was light tapping against your window, Peter was stood on your fire escape pointing to the lock on your window and reluctantly, wanting to hide your tears, you unlocked it letting him open it himself as you laid back on your bed not facing him, “so, what did the letter say? How did it go?!” His voice was so happy and hopeful but as you looked up at him at last and handed him the letter. He knew, even without reading that you had, inevitably been right all along and his heart broke a little as he looked at you with pity. He hated that you had to go through this. Still he read through them scripted words that hundreds of examinees had probably received. He hadn’t spoken since he had asked you the original question and you could almost guess what he would say next, imagine the disappointment that was about to drip from his words. “I’m so sorry, darling.” He mumbled and pulled you into his side wrapping his arm around you and tossing the letter to one side as he shucked your crying.

“I really messed up this time didn’t I?” You laughed humourlessly and dryly as you went to wipe away your tears but Peter had beaten you to it and his thumbs slid over your now wet and hot cheeks,

“No, no you didn’t not at all,” he insisted, “this is a minor setback! Just like the letter said you can re-enter again next year and you will smash it.” He was trying his best to console you but he knew that he wasn’t doing too good of a job,

“I worked so hard, Pete. We worked so hard and I let you down.” You pulled away from his embrace as you thought back on all them nights Peter had ignored all of his own exams and had stopped being Spider-Man for a few hours just to help you study and practise but you had let him down. Like all them nights were nothing,

“Don’t you ever say that you have let me down again!” His voice had got a little louder, as if reprimanding you a little, “(y/n), you will never, ever let me down in anything! You would never be able too. Look, I know this stings and it’s rough but you can try again next year. You’re just 15 - we are both just 15, we have so much time to get into these schools and besides there is one good thing about all of this.” You looked at him confused. You had pretty much just broken your own dreams and he found some kind of positive,

“Go on then, Parker what could possibly be good about any of this?” You looked at him dumbfounded.

“Well,” he stammered a little nervous that you hadn’t thought of it, “you get to spend another year with me. We get another year together before you ship off to this amazing school and become famous for your work or something.” He smiled a little helplessly at you and your heart twinges a little,

“Well I suppose that is the silver lining.” You smiled weakly at him and his smile brightened up,

“I’ll get to have one more full year of pestering you for cuddles and having you patch me up at random 3ams and you’ll have another year of me bringing you free food and as many kisses as you want.” He laid on your bed and pulled you into his side, picking up the letter again as he did so. “And if wanted, more quizzes so that you ace this test in a years time and eventually have to leave me.” His voice grew audibly sadder with this last part and you did too. You had never thought of the leaving Peter part,

“Like a certain superhero wouldn’t be soon spotted near the campus at all after that moment.” You laughed and he scoffed. Every since he had told you his secret you had admired him more than anything but you had loved to make the odd joke. “Peter, what if this was a sign I am not made for all of this?” you asked and in simple reply he ripped up the darned letter he had been holding,

“We both know it doesn’t mean that. It means that you will go back next year and be even more amazing. We all have set backs. I fail at something almost every day but I still put that suit on and go out, I still carry on and you can too. You just have to go for it. I think you know that deep down and by next week, you will be back to your happy workaholic ways and I will be that wondering if I am made to deal with you.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm at the final part, “you know I love you really, darling.” He laughed as he threw all of the tiny torn up shreds at you, just for you to blow them back into his face causing his nose to scrunch up adorably, making you giggle with hysterics. A state he managed to put you in no matter what.

“What am I going to do with you, Peter Parker?”

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Lammas Playlist


Admit it.

You skip Lughnasadah. And hey man I ain’t saying you don’t have good reasons. This holiday gets more skipped than Ostara. This unpronounceable second summer holiday has some hard themes to build a sabbat party around, and is a hard holiday for people new to the wheel to crack into. First, it’s about sacrifice, grain, and harvest. Lugh is about the labor of harvest. So here are some tracks to put on while you and your coven-mates rip off your shirts and get down to the communal labors of making bread, pouring beer, building a wicker man, and reenacting the labors of Lugh.

Also, I can’t know all music so reblog with suggestions please. 

Lughnasadh - Damh The Bard
Blue Oyster Cult: Harvest Moon 
Village People - Macho Man
Mulan - i’ll make a man out of you
TÝR - Hold The Heathen Hammer High 
ALESTORM - Drink 
TURISAS - Stand Up And Fight
Aloe Blacc- The Man
Overly Manly Man theme song by Ian Chapman
Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son
Lords of Acid - Mister Machoman 
Blue Scholars - Still Got Love
Blue Scholars - Loyalty
PUSCIFER -  CUNTRY BONER
Cameron Ember - Fireworks 
Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero
Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike
Metallica- Harvester of Sorrow
The Mills Brothers - Bringing in the Sheaves
Steve Winwood // Traffic - John Barleycorn (Must Die)
Everything I Own - Bread
Spirits Of Fire Chant
Blue Oyster Cult: Burnin’ For You
Lughnasadh by Damh the Bard
Old Hornie by Inkubus Sukkubus 
Dolores Keane - The Wind That Shakes the Barley
Space Worms by future folk 
Wreck of a Modern Pagan by Murphey’s Midnight Rounders
Steven Universe - Be wherever you are 
Cryhavoc Cryscythe the original video
Inkubus sukkubus - Witches
Inkubus Sukkubus - Pagan Born
Wine And Beer by Erang Dungeon
Fire in Cairo-The Cure
Rocky Horror Picture Show - I Can Make You A Man
Spiral Dance- Faerie Tale
Skiltron- By Sword and Shield
Excelsis - Standing Stone
Serenity - Reduced to Nothingness
Folkodia thus a viking dies 
TURISAS - Battle Metal 2008 
Iron Maiden - The Wicker Man 
Zella Day - Sacrifice
 If You’ve Only Got a Moustache - A Million Ways To Die In The West 
Heather Alexander - Laddie Are Ya Workin’
Inkubus Sukkubus Corn King 
Cernunnos - Kate West
Lisa Thiel - Lammas Song
Fiddle And Jugby Strawfoot
Heartbeat of Harvest | CERNUNNOS RISING
Fun.: Some Nights
Deity by Wendy Rule
Green And Grey by Damh the Bard 
Blue Scholars - “Back Home" 
Thimble Island - Rasputina
Dancing In the Moonlight by King Harvest
Even Gods Do by Thea Gilmore
The Ripe & Bearded Barley by Coyote Run
Them’s Fightin’ Words by Coyote Run
Harvest Season - Heather Alexander
Kellianna - The Ancient Ones
Freysblót - Hymir’s Kettle
Blood And Bones by The Rowan Amber Mill
Scarborough Fayre - Mediaevil Baebes
Sting - Fields of gold
Big Country - Harvest Home 
The Woman In White:Act One:Lammastide 
Joe Jackson - Real Men

Eyeliner!


There are many important people here for me… Every note, wheter a reblog or a like it’s important to me.

But well I’d like to dedicate this to clinteastwoocl because her art and blog inspire me to draw more Wells xD

And for that I thank you

//when u wanna reblog the memes but none of ted’s friends are active

anonymous asked:

Hi! There's this fic that I read that I can't find and I was wondering if you have read it and now the name? Peter and reader broke up but they had this thing where for as long as Peter loved her, he's put some webbing up at a certain spot? And even though they broke up, he still does it? If that makes sense and you know the fic, please tell me! Thanks! Love your writing btw!

oh man, I feel like I’ve read this fic? but I don’t remember the name or author, ugh, I’m so sorry! if you do find it, let me know because I think I’ve read it before and I’d like to reblog it so I can add it to my fic rec list :D

anonymous asked:

Not being rude but why do you go on about women all the time? Why are you a feminist? It's 2014... You can vote and work and wear trousers.

Short answer: Because I’m woman.

Long answer:

Because misogyny is real and can be fatal.
Because it’s common for people to question every inch of a woman’s life when she reports a rape or sexual assault (what were you wearing? how much did you drink? was it dark out? were you alone? did you know the guy liked you? why didn’t you go home? did you not say no?)
Because in many countries, women are forced to marry their rapist, carry their baby, live a life of non-consensual sex.
Because people ask if my boyfriend minds that I earn more than him.
Because women who have kids and work are called bad mothers and women who have kids and stay at home are lazy or benefit scroungers.
Because when I go out to bars I frequently get touched inappropriately and laughed at when I protest.
Because I can’t walk alone in the dark without fearing for my safety and knowing I’m not being irrational.
Because I get asked “do you actually like Star Wars or are you just into it to look cool?”
Because ‘girl’ and ‘weakness’ are synonymous to so many people.
Because if I like sex, I’m a slut, and if I don’t, I’m a prude.
Because when I grew out my body hair, people gave me dirty looks and made nasty comments.
Because so many jokes involve misogyny, tired stereotypes, and a complete lack of respect for women and girls.
Because jobs that are traditionally seen as “women’s work” are paid much less (childcare, cleaning, catering).
Because there is a pay gap between men and women (in the UK, women earn on average £5k less).
Because when I’m assertive, I’m a bitch. A man is just assertive.
Because when I’m emotional I’m PMSing, I’m irrational, I’m hysterical. A man is passionate.
Because when women are victims of domestic violence people say, ‘if they stay, they deserve it’.
Because a man being called a girl is supposed to be an insult.
Because men get attacked for dressing like women.
Because I read an article today about teenage mothers and how they “lack self-respect”.
Because I know people who have been fired for taking time off after a miscarriage.
Because going on maternity leave can cost you your job.
Because every time I tag a post on here with ‘feminism’, a man reblogs it and tries to tear it apart.
Because in many countries girls do not have the same access to education that boys do.
Because I get compliments that end with “… For a girl” (I can run fast for a girl, I can punch hard for a girl, I’m smart for a girl…)
Because the way the media portray women is hugely skewed from reality.
Because women are expected to shave and wax and exfoliate and put on make up and dye their hair and style their hair and never look tired or old or fat and smell like a fresh garden of flowers and smile and giggle.
Because a fat woman is disgusting but a fat man enjoys his food.
Because I should be happy with being able to vote and work and wear trousers and ignore the inequality I experience in my life and that occurs the world over.

Because this list is never ending.
Because feminism is a dirty word.

Because women do not have the same right and privileges available to them as men.


And because I continue to get questions like this.

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Jfc, I finally decided to get up off of my lazy ass and finally work on this shit today. And look at this adorable Clear art. Hhhh, isn’t he cute?? Anyhow … let’s cut to the chase!
Man, I still can’t believe that over 300 people decided to click that follow button out of the blue one day! I mean, I don’t even do much more than just reblog random posts and pictures and still people apparently want to see what I do, wow. This honestly makes me really really happy, thank you all so very much!!
Just thank you so much for sticking with me the whole 8 month this blog’s existing now and for putting up with my stupid bullshit. I love you all to fucking bits, haha <33
Ok, the people below are listed in alphabetical order and are considered as friends, people I enjoy seeing on my dash and guys I greatly admire and look up to or stalk from afar hehe

# - A:

404lavinotfound | acrobatictitanprostitute | actual-cross | akasuna-artistakasxnaakatsukireunites | allen-walker-exorcistarcherofgod | asktheyullenpair

B - D:

bacon-of-hope | beastele | blamedorangeblanania | bookmans-lavi bring-the-noiz | canadreyarcleartastic | dakede | dimensionalwarriors | doubt-and-trust | dramaticalmango | dxrkmage

E - I:

every-chapterfading-into-nothingness | fairytaillucynatsu | fireybookmanfrosinalu | fushimiofannex4heartshaped-inkstain | histekia | historia-reiiss | hypolitan–basileaicantevenfindanurl | ichselbst95 | i-lost-my-password | im-not-even-gomen | itslaylaybitch

J - P:

kandayuu | kanotastic | kkinggavin | kuryuukia | lavibunlevysenpai | lucian-silvestris lucysenpaii | lyrium-spectre | madara-the-god-of-sex | meisterin-maka-albarn | melxody | memoryofredhomramikototheweedking | mind-shadow-223mr-shark-rin | mrseucliffex | narutohsgirl | neaxwalker | nekoaera | ohett | panviaplayful-sadism | power-to-choosepurgxtorium

R - S:

r4dgrlz | rboz | saekoxark | sassdorki | sch0ko-lade | shsl-dreamer | shikainoisthebest | silver-snow-77 | soulmunchingexorcistsousuke-no-waifu | spiritforthesand | suguelya

T - Z:

@tayoueucliffe | that-titan-has-a-nice-ass | the49thname | thecheezitfairy | the-no-filesthughiko | tropical-gothic | tunatsuna | yaushie | @yuudickbutt 

reblog with your favorite 2chainz lines

“And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off”

“givenchy, nigga god bless you”

“sold out arenas you can suck my penis”

“if you want a tan put some sand on your booty/used to have a tat of a man on the booty/till i covered it up with my hand on the booty”

psa to everyone who feels a little bit :/

you are perfect. no matter who you are, no matter what you look like, no matter what your partner looks like, no matter what the people around you look like, no matter what size you are, no matter where your fat is located on your body, no matter how big your boobs, ass, or dick are, no matter how dark, light, clear, red, or freckled your skin is, no matter how many bruises, scars, bumps, stretch marks, or wrinkles you have, no matter how muscled/toned you are, no matter what your hair looks like, no matter what gender you identify with, no matter who you love, no matter how many demons you are fighting in your head, no matter how happy or sad you appear on the outside, no matter how old you are, no matter what you wear, no matter what you have or don’t have, no matter what you know or how smart you are, no matter what school you go to, no matter who your friends are, no matter who your family is or where they come from, no matter what you do for a living or how much money you make, no matter what you’ve done, what you do, or what you will do, no matter what you love, no matter who you are. you are perfect no matter what

you are perfect and you should never change yourself. ever. don’t even think about the universal standard set by society. because if this standard drives people to the brink of insanity and obsession, it’s obviously fucked up. don’t let anyone tell you you’re not perfect because you don’t fit this man-made image. you’re good enough, no matter what. 

 xx marina riad

Tarot Network 
I realized a fair few people on the network had deleted and such so I thought it time to make another post. It’s a network where people are represented by tarot cards.

Rules

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Spaces open

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  • the high priestess
  • the empress
  • the hierophant
  • the chariot
  • the hermit
  • the wheel of fortune
  • justice
  • the hanged man
  • temperance
  • the star
  • the sun
  • the last judgement
  • princess of pentacles

You can message me your preferences here or you can choose not to but when accepted, I’ll be a doing a first come first serve on particular cards when I message people so if you’re really set on a particular card, it would in your best interest.
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