sack man

Hey just a reminder that just because trump is a walking evil pumpkin you have no right to bully a 10 year old kid. Barron Trump is not to blame for being born to that evil empty ball sack of a man. If you see anyone coming for his kid online call them out. There’s enough to criticize about the orange baboon let’s not degrade ourselves to child bullying.

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Monster master list

- Abaddon
- Acheri
- Adlet
- Adze
- Agaliarept
- Agares
- Ahuizotl
- Akhlut
- Alicorn
- Al-Mi’raj
- Alp
- Amphiptere
- Amphisbaena
- Amy
- Andras
- Angel
- Ankou
- Aobōzu
- Archangel
- Asmodeus
- Astaroth
- Atikaya
- Atmospheric Beast
- Atomy
- Aži Dahāka
- Baba Yaga
- Bael
- Bahamut
- Baí Zé
- Bake-kujira
- Baku
- Balaur
- Bandersnatch
- Banshee
- Baobhan Sith
- Barbatos
- Barguest
- Basan
- Basilisk
- Bauk
- Baykok
- Beast of Bray Road
- Beast of the Earth
- Beast of the Sea
- Bebilith
- Beelzebub
- Behemoth
- Beholder
- Beithir
- Belial
- Betobeto-san
- Bhut
- Bifrons
- Bishop Fish
- Black Annis
- Black-Eyed Child
- Bloody Bones
- Blue Man of the Minch
- Bogle
- Boogeyman
- Botis
- Brownie
- Buggane
- Bunyip
- Camahueto
- Camazotz
- Cambion
- Capelobo
- Carbuncle
- Catoblepas
- Ceasg
- Cecaelia
- Cerberus
- Chamrosh
- Chaneque
- Changeling
- Cherub
- Cherufe
- Chimera
- Chinese Dragon
- Chōchin-obake
- Ch’ou T’i
- Chupacabra
- Church Grim
- Cipactli
- Cockatrice
- Coeurl
- Colour Out of Space
- Crocoduck
- Crocotta
- Cthulhu
- Cù-Sith
- Curupira
- Daemon
- Dame Blanche
- Dantalion
- Dearg-due
- Deep One
- Demogorgon
- Dhampir
- Dhole
- Div-e Sepid
- Djinni
- Dokkaebi
- Dominion
- Domovoi
- Doppelgänger
- Dragon Turtle
- Draugr
- Drop Bear
- Dryad
- Duergar
- Dullahan
- Dwarf
- Each-uisge
- Echidna
- Einherjar
- El Coco
- Elder Thing
- Elemental
- Elf
- Eligos
- Emela-ntouka
- Encantado
- Erlking
- European Dragon
- Eyeless Jack
- Fairy
- Fastachee
- Faun
- Fenrir
- Fext
- Flatwoods Monster
- Flying Head
- Flying Polyp
- Foo Dog
- Forneus
- Fossegrim
- Fouke Monster
- Four Horsemen
- Fresno Nightcrawler
- Fucanglong
- Funeral Mountain Terrashot
- Furcas
- Furfur
- Fury
- Futakuchi-onna
- Gamayun
- Gamigin
- Gargoyle
- Garuda
- Gashadokuro
- Gelatinous Cube
- Geryon
- Ghast
- Ghatotkacha
- Ghillie Dhu
- Ghost
- Ghoul
- Giant
- Gill-man
- Girallon
- Girtablilu
- Glaistig
- Glasya-Labolas
- Globster
- Gnoll
- Gnome
- Goblin
- Golem
- Gorgon
- Graeae
- Green Man
- Gremory
- Grendel
- Grey
- Grick
- Griffin
- Grig
- Grim Reaper
- Grindylow
- Grootslang
- Gug
- Guivre
- Haagenti
- Hag
- Halfling
- Halphas
- Hantu Gunung
- Harionago
- Harpy
- Hastur
- Hatuibwari
- H’chtelegoth
- Hedley Kow
- Hellhound
- Herne the Hunter
- Hidebehind
- Hippocampus
- Hippogriff
- Hobgoblin
- Hodag
- Hopkinsville Goblin
- Horla
- Hound of Tindalos
- Huldra
- Humbaba
- Hydra
- Hydrus
- Ichneumon
- Ichthyocentaur
- Ifrit
- Ijiraq
- Iku-Turso
- Imbunche
- Imp
- Incubus
- Indrajit
- Infected
- Ipos
- Isonade
- Ittan-momen
- Jabberwock
- Jack-o’-Lantern
- Jackalope
- Jawzahr
- Jenny Greenteeth
- Jenny Haniver
- Jersey Devil
- Jiangshi
- Jogah
- Jörmungandr
- Jorōgumo
- Jötunn
- Julunggul
- Kabandha
- Kaiju
- Kallikantzaros
- Kamaitachi
- Kappa
- Kapre
- Karkadann
- Kasa-obake
- Kawa-akago
- Kelpie
- Kikimora
- Kinnara
- Kirmira
- Kishi
- Kitsune
- Kobold
- Kodama
- Kongamato 
- Korrigan
- Koschei
- Kraken
- Krampus
- Kudan
- Kumakatok
- Kumbhakarna
- La Llorona
- Ladon
- Lamashtu
- Lamassu
- Lamia
- Lampad
- Langsuir
- Leanan Sídhe
- Lechies
- Leng Spider
- Leonard
- Leraje
- Leshy
- Leviathan
- Lich
- Likho
- Lindworm
- Lizardfolk
- Lloigor
- Locathah
- Loch Ness Monster
- Longma
- Loogaroo
- Lou Carcolh
- Loveland Frog
- Lukwata
- Lusca
- Malebranche
- Malphas
- Mammon
- Man in Black
- Manananggal
- Mandragora
- Manticore
- Mapinguari
- Mara
- Marbas
- Marchosias
- Mare of Diomedes
- Megaprimatus
- Melchom
- Melon Head
- Menehune
- Mephistopheles
- Merfolk
- Mi-go
- Midnight Man
- Mind Flayer
- Minotaur
- Mngwa
- Moddey Dhoo
- Mokèlé-mbèmbé
- Monaciello
- Mongolian Death Worm
- Moon-Beast
- Morax
- Morlock
- Moroi
- Mothman
- Mr. Hyde
- Muhuru
- Mummy
- Murmur
- Myrmecoleon
- Naberius
- Nachzehrer
- Nāga
- Nalusa Falaya
- Nameless Thing of Berkeley Square
- Nemean Lion
- Nephilim
- Nereid
- Nightgaunt
- Nightmarcher
- Ningen
- Ningyo
- Nixie
- Noppera-bō
- Northfield Pigman
- Nozuchi
- Nuckelavee
- Nue
- Nuppeppō
- Nyarlathotep
- Nybbas
- Ogopogo
- Ogre
- Oni
- Onibi
- Onza
- Oorn
- Ophanim
- Ophiotaurus
- Orang Pendek
- Orang-bati
- Orias
- Ose
- Otoroshi
- Otyugh
- Ovinnik
- Owlbear
- Paimon
- Pard
- Patupaiarehe
- Paulding Light
- Pazuzu
- Pegasus
- Peluda
- Penanggalan
- Peri
- Peryton
- Peuchen
- Phoenix
- Pishacha
- Pishtaco
- Pixie
- Pixiu
- Polong
- Poltergeist
- Pontianak
- Poroniec
- Possessed Doll
- Power
- Prahasta
- Preta
- Principality
- Psoglav
- Púca
- Puck
- Pukwudgie
- Purson
- Qalupalik
- Qilin
- Radande
- Rake
- Ramidreju
- Räum
- Ravana
- Redcap
- Reptilian
- Roc
- Rokurokubi
- Rusalka
- Saaitii
- Sabnock
- Saci
- Sack Man
- Salamander
- Sallos
- Sandman
- Santelmo
- Sânziene
- Sarlacc
- Sasquatch
- Satan
- Satyrus
- Sayona
- Scarecrow
- Scitalis
- Scylla
- Seere
- Selkie
- Seps
- Seraph
- Shadow Person
- Shantak
- Shellycoat
- Shen
- Shikigami
- Shirime
- Shōjō
- Shub-Niggurath
- Sigbin
- Simurgh
- Siren
- Sitri
- Skeleton
- Skinwalker
- Skunk Ape
- Skyfish
- Sleipnir
- Slenderman
- Sluagh
- Snallygaster
- Snoligoster
- Spartoi
- Sphinx
- Spring-Heeled Jack
- Squonk
- Stolas
- Strigoi
- Strix
- Subahu
- Succubus
- Şüräle
- Surtur
- Susuwatari
- Swan Maiden
- Sylph
- Taniwha
- Tanuki
- Tarasque
- Tatzelwurm
- Tengu
- Tenome
- Thoqqua
- Thunderbird
- Tiangou
- Tibicena
- Tiefling
- Tikbalang
- Titan
- Tiyanak
- Tizheruk
- Treant
- Troll
- Tsathoggua
- Tsuchigumo
- Tupilaq
- Turul
- Tuyul
- Tylwyth Teg
- Typhon
- Tzitzimitl
- Uchchaihshravas
- Umibōzu
- Undine
- Unicorn
- U’tlun’ta
- Valefar
- Valkyrie
- Valravn
- Vampire
- Vargouille
- Vassago
- Ved
- Vegetable Lamb of Tartary
- Vibhishana
- Vila
- Virtue 
- Vodyanoy
- Wandjina
- Water Leaper
- Wawel Dragon
- Wendigo
- Werewolf
- West Virginia Vegetable Man
- Wight
- Will-o’-Wisp
- Wolliped
- Wolpertinger
- Wulver
- Wyvern
- Xenomorph
- Yaksha
- Yale
- Yara-ma-yha-who
- Yeth Hound
- Yeti
- Yithian
- Yowie
- Yuki-onna
- Ziz
- Zmey Gorynych
- Zombie

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Names for the Boogeyman From Around the World

Afghanistan - Bala, “the crazy person”
Bahamas - “Small Man”
Brazil - Homem do saco “The bag man”
Canada/Quebec - Bohomme Sept-Heures “The Seven O’Clock Man”
China - Yao-muo “monster, ugly, hideous”
Congo - Dongola Miso “Creature With Scary Eyes”
Czech Republic - Bubák
Denmark - Bømanden “The Boo Man”
EgyptAbu Rigl Maslukha "Man With Burnt/Skinned Leg"
GermanyDer Schwarze Mann “The Black Man”
Haiti Mètminwi “Master of Midnight” 
Iceland - Gryla 
ItalyL'uomo neron “The Black Man”
Japan - Namahage 
LebanonAbu l Kees “Father Sack”
MexicoRobaniños “Kidnapper of Kids”
PakistanBhoot or Jin Baba
Portugal - Papão
Russia - Babayi
Slovakia - Strašidlo
Trinidad and Tobago - Jumbie “The Babbooman”
TurkeyGulyabani 
Vietnam - Ông Ba Bị
Zimbabwe - Tokolosh “Short Boogeyman”

Update 4/6/16: This post is still getting a lot of shares and a lot of comments! If you notice something misrepresented from your country or would like your countries “boogeyman” included in the list please message me! I’m more than happy to make edits and additions to share the proper/most information possible!

@thestereotypebuster GUESS WHO FOUND PICTURES OF THE KEANU REEVES HAMLET?!?! THIS BITCH!!!!

AND THEIR ALL JUST AS AMAZING AS YOU WOULD IMAGINE

So first off, you have the poster, clearly directly targeting the demographic of ‘mlm who had a big ol crush on Keanu in B&T or The Matrix’.

Then you have this slightly more action-y promo pic of Keanu looking like an angry store brand Dracula.

Next you have Keanu/Hamlet in what I assume is the ‘Get thee to a nunnery’ scene, talking to an Ophelia who is either waaay to young or unfortunately short.

Here’s a picture of Keanu/Hamlet really going hard w the 'Ann Rice sexually ambiguous but definitively pretentious vampire’ look…

…contrasted w this photo, wherein he just looks like a sad burlap sack man.

This shirt is 50 different kinds of confusing and amazing. Like, even Keanu looks confused here (admit it, you can totally hear him saying 'woah’ rn).

Also, there is no ambiguity here; someone (I would argue several people) have DEFINITELY masturbated to this picture.

True story: this photo of Laertes and Hamlet made me laugh so hard that I had to leave the room. Holy shit. H o l y shit. First off, congrats to Keanu/Hamlet for just saying 'fuck it’ and going full gay vampire. But waaaaay more importantly…Laertes. Holy fuck.

He looks like what would happen if you somehow managed to cross breed Chip Zien and Fabio. He looks like a man w a truly embarrassing collection of 'manly shit’ in his garage that are TOTALLY not him trying to compensate for anything. He looks like he REALLY does want to avenge the death of his father, but he’s gotta do it quick, because his cover band has a gig playing Saint Elmo’s Fire 17 times in a row at a shitty dive bar that he’s gotta get to.

Then, you’ve got this (waaay more low quality) photo of Keanu/Hamlet trying to do that 'girls on comic book covers’ twist where he shows both t&a at the same time. Gertrude’s sleeves are magnificent. NEXT.

Finally, there’s this marvelous picture of Keanu/Hamlet, looking like if that really nice Christmas decoration you’re grandma doesn’t let you touch was a man. On top of that, he’s making the dumbest fucking face of all time. Like, I’m sure the photographer just caught him at a bad time, it happens. But he’s literally making the B&T stupid face. He looks amazing and ridiculous. I hope you’re satisfied.

Romance Cliches to Avoid: Whether it’s in your plot or subplot

Hello, it is I, the frenchiest fry.

So here’s a small list of cliches to avoid when writing up that romance bit of your novel, whether it’s on the front plan or on the sidelines eating cheetos.

  • Evil other woman: attacks heroine for getting too close to the hero. Also, always there to contrast the “good” heroine because readers can’t tell who’s good or bad unless you deliberately put a character that embodies it. A+.
  • Evil mother: usually the rich one that opposes the relationship (for my K-Drama fans, think every damn chaebol drama out there I’m looking at you Boys Over Flowers)
  • City woman ends up in the country, meets very hunky tanned muscled country boy who can’t stand city girls because they’re too pristine (contrast Hannah Montana the movie and Under The Tuscan Sun (the good example is the latter))
  • Virginal naive heroine gets paired with the male slut and relationship expert. Male also leaves behind is womanizer ways to be with this naive virginal woman. Because she changed him. Somehow. ?????
  • Matched up via will of a dead relative (a personal favourite. don’t do it.)
  • Misunderstandings that can be resolved in 1 minute. I didn’t sleep with her, pinky swear.
  • Bad boy no redeeming qualities + good girl, no personality = ???????????????????????? a pile of horse shit that’s what bad boys are called bad for a reason. would you eat bad eggs? no. they’re bad for you, they’re rotten. goodbye.
  • Heroine can’t form a sentence in front of hot guy and blurts out the randomest thing like “OATMEAL” and runs away. It aint cute honey just don’t talk to him. Awkward conversation is acceptable.
  • Nothing consensual (ulless of course you’re going for that, but don’t GLORIFY IT FOR FUCKS SAKE) which means no surprise kiss, or sleeping kiss.
  • glasses make a woman automatically ugly and she needs an entire chapter dedicated to a makeover. but when men wear glasses all women become hoes
  • mysteriously your hero is always at the right place at the right time to swoop in and save the heroine. that doesn’t happen in real life. how many times was i stuck in the rain without an umbrella? WHERE WAS MY KDRAMA LEAD WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST- ahem
  • perfect guy falls for boring girl (low self esteem, struggling)
    Disclaimer: i’m not saying that because you have a low self esteem and are struggling in life that you’re boring. but it seems that authors put it that way, and they also can’t write for their life that someone is struggling. There’s a difference between a complex validly struggling character and the boring struggling character.
  • Love at firs sight: y’all. Unless it’s unexpected and the greatest example is this: remember in Princess Diaries, Mia had this thing for that backstreet looking boy with the blond hair and tanned skin that hung with the cliche blonde bitch (collective sigh) and he was perfect in her eyes and she was always day dreaming but once she got her makeover, he was a huge dick? Like major ew?
  • Heroine’s issues are magically solved by the hero. Depression? What depression? I can watch him take his shirt off to chop wood every morning and hot damn do I need a bath. Poverty? What poverty? Father in jail? What? DID YOU SEE THOSE PECKS????
  • “I DON’T NEED A MAN TO SAVE ME- Oh hey let’s get together after I clearly tossed you to the side like a sack of potatoes”
  • The man always runs his fingers through his hair. At every occasion. Happy? Fingers to hair. Sad? Fingers through hair. Angry? How is his hair still silky and bouncy and not at all greasy.
  • Ah so having a thin waist, big boobs, and being a virgin is the recipe for low self esteem? Even after the author clearly describes you in ways that would never make you as plain as you put yourself to be? What’s your secret, need me some of that.
  • Only the hero sees how beautiful she is, what about the others around her?

Originally posted by maths-and-books

This honestly made me angry, but y’all feel free to add your own cliches!!

anonymous asked:

From JAWW, "But seriously, the video Sam made and shared while he was in LA and she was in NY saying he missed her greatly…. There is NO explaining that away. That was a woebegone lovesick sad sack of a man if ever there was one. Someone should post that again. It’s been awhile." Come on Jess, you're the SamCait encyclopedia, can you repost this? 😘

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Part 1

Despite the night before feeling like a dream, you knew that you’d wake up eventually. Your room seemed small to most, but you appreciated it in the morning. Especially when you thought about the stranger that you had danced with. Was it possible he could be seen with you and still be proud? He was different from anyone in the town, but you worried that your social status would affect how he sees you. You knew it would, so why not enjoy the night? 

The town was seemingly deserted as you walked through, fetching things for the household. Once you were almost finished, the crowd appeared and you wished that you woke up earlier. There was a much larger amount of people than usual, probably due to the festivities. You just kept your head down and focused on getting home. What you didn’t see was the majestic horses in the center of the crowd.

After spending the rest of the festival asking the King and Queen, Prince Thomas was granted the ability to visit some of the towns of the kingdom. He told his parents that he wanted to get to know the land, but his ulterior motive was to see if perhaps he was able to spot you again. A guard, Harrison, accompanied him to protect him, but he was more of a friend to Tom. He was slightly suspicious about Tom’s motives, but Harrison agreed to go with him.

Once the townspeople heard about the prince visiting, the congregation got rather congested.  Tom’s smile faded slightly when he didn’t see the beautiful lady he was dancing with immediately, but he reminded himself that it was only the first town. Tom turned to Harrison to comment that they should move on, but a great commotion distracted both of them.

You were getting away from the crowd when you ran into someone accidentally. Prepared to just apologize, you looked up to see the old lady from the day before. The one who said that your life would be changed drastically. “You?” you whispered. 

Her eyes sparkled mischievously just as they did yesterday. Suddenly, a burlap sack was thrown into your hands and she stated with absolute certainty, “I believe you lost this.” Before you could respond, the elderly woman walked into the crowd with ease and disappeared from sight. Immediately, you tried to follow her, but a stocky body moved suddenly, causing you to run into the man. The sack never left your hand, but you heard a metallic sound as it hit the ground with you.

The man you bumped into looked at you with a look of disgust. He obviously recognized you and spat, “Insolent child. Have you ever had even the slightest lesson about manners?” You stood up shakily with a bowed head. His meaty hand was on your shoulder, shoving you into the bustling crowd. You couldn’t stand properly since the moment you found stability, another person, trying to get closer, would shove you out of the way. 

Tom looked into the crowd and saw a woman getting pushed around. She kept trying to leave, but it seemed like she was rather disoriented. He took his foot out of the stirrup, but Harrison held his hand up and got off the horse. “I’ll handle this. Stay on the horse.” He approached the woman and the crowd stopped pushing in any way. You were breathing heavily and stayed on the ground to calm your racing heart. 

Approaching the first man you bumped into, Harrison asked respectfully, “Sir, might I ask why this woman was being pushed?” You didn’t look like a proper lady, but even servants were not usually manhandled in public by anyone besides their employers.

The man stood up straighter. “The orphan was in the way of the others and they were trying to shove the despicable thing away.”

Harrison glanced at you, still on the ground, not looking up. He returned his stare to the man and stated firmly, “Well, I see that she wishes to leave as well. Perhaps we should let her walk out.” He walked over to you and held his hand out. The crowd was holding its breath, wondering if anyone would tell the guard. The man cleared his throat, “Sir, she is believed to be illegitimate.” You bowed your head even lower at the mention. 

“Miss, let me help you up.” The town center became so quiet when the guard ignored what the man said. You finally looked up and took his hand to stand up. Seeing everyone staring at you with distasteful glances made you embarrassed that you were drawing so much attention. “Sorry, sir,” you said quickly before you quickly left for the house with the sack still in your hand.

“What was that about?” Tom asked curiously. He didn’t see the woman clearly and now that she was gone, the crowd was a rowdy as it was before.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Harrison stated honestly, “A woman was trying to get out, but couldn’t find her way out of the crowd.” He glanced around the area before suggesting, “Perhaps we should move on.”

In the safety of your room, you looked through the sack that the old lady gave you. The only thing was a small circle of silver. Upon closer inspection, you could see it was a tiara for a princess, but judging by the size, it must have been a young girl. It felt weird holding something as exquisite and you thought about what the elderly woman told you. She said that you had lost it so you searched your memory for the tiara.

A vague memory of darkness and hands pulling at your hair resurfaced. You remember how you were told in the orphanage that it must have been a nightmare that you confused with a memory. You looked at the small circle of silver, thinking that, instead of pulling your hair, the hands were taking something off. 

A shrill bell went off, making you throw the tiara on your bed. Someone in the house needed you so you placed the item under the bed so no one would find it. It’s nice to dream, but real life was no place for such fanciful dreams of being a princess. Dancing with the handsome stranger was the only thing you thought about for the day and the forgotten tiara sat under your bed.

The day went by and you waited until the house was empty once more to put on the dress that you hid in your room. Wearing the same dress would show a low social status, but any social status was better than the one you possess. The mysterious driver didn’t answer any of your questions as he took you to the second night of the festival. 

The festival had started about an hour ago and Tom had almost given up hope that he would see you again. There was no sign of you in any of the towns he and Harrison visited and he started to believe that you might have been traveling and decided to stay for one night of the festival. Just as he decided it was pointless to look anymore, Tom noticed a flash of color that matched yours exactly. 

It was hard to navigate through the mass of people, but Tom was determined to find you. Finally, he saw you, seemingly lost in the crowd of people. A confident smile appeared on his face as he took your hand and stepped in front of you so you could see him. “I had thought that you might not be coming,” Tom admitted to the beautiful maiden before him.

Your eyes sparkled under the candlelight. “And miss such a social event?” you said with a smile, delighted to have found who she was looking for, “I wouldn’t dare.”

The two of you began where you ended the night before, dancing together for hours. Tom had thought about what he would have asked when he saw you again, but he enjoyed the conversation with you too much to ask questions and possibly ruin the ignorant bliss between the two of you. It was a romantic idea, but Tom reasoned that there was still another night. There was another day for telling you of his true lineage.

At least, that’s what he thought. Upon his father’s request, Harrison managed to find him and noticed that he was not wearing his cloak. Knowing how the King and Queen would react, he located the cloak so Tom would not be reprimanded. The prince was dancing with an unknown lady, yet Harrison still approached him. “Your Highness?”

Tom looked at his friend with wide eyes. Of course, he wasn’t aware of the secret he had just revealed. Why would the Crowned Prince hide his status around a woman if he wished to court her in any way. He felt you stiffen slightly and glanced at you with hopefully reassuring eyes. You looked terribly shocked. “Yes, Harrison?”

“The King and Queen request your presence.” He handed the cloak to Tom, who put it on reluctantly. 

“I will join you in a moment,” he stated. When the guard left the two of you, Tom looked at you, trying to gauge your feelings. Your eyes were wide at the revelation, so he interpreted how entirely shocked you were at the moment. He gently grabbed your hand, almost to make sure you won’t disappear as you did last night. “I understand your confusion,” Tom started, “I must excuse myself briefly.” He kissed your hand softly. “I’ll be back soon.” With that, he disappeared in the crowd so Harrison could lead him to his parents.

The discussion consisted of his parents reminding him to interact with the princesses that were invited. As they spoke about each, his mind wandered to you and how this might change everything. He wondered if you would even stay. Once the conversation ended, Tom hurried to where he left you. Like the night before, you vanished in thin air.

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