same old shit but a different girl


“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I don’t know what the signals are like in your culture, but in mine, when you spend an evening helping someone take apart vibrators to smuggle into a foreign country, it’s a pretty good indication that it’s okay to get personal.”

Work Stress - Carl Gallagher

Request: Do you think you could do an imagine where the reader and Carl are getting suuuuper intimate (smut intended) and Carl is very dominant and possessive in bed. He likes using the phrases “baby girl” and “damn ma” (kinda like from his gangster phase).

Warnings: smutty, fluffy lil Carl, dominant Carl

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 1257

Note: This is my first smut imagine, so I’m sorry if it’s extremely cringy.


I had been at work all day and I was exhausted to my core, I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep but before I even got the chance to step out onto the curb of the street I got a message from Carl asking me to come over to his “crib”. He had been going through this gangster phase for a while now, although he acted tough he was still the same old Carl to me only with a different hairstyle. I had told him a countless amount of times to take his cornrows out but he never listened to me, he always just shrugged it off and told me that he liked them.

I had been working at one of the new coffee stores that had just been built in town, everyone had been giving me shit about it saying that I was ruining the south side. But a girls gotta work and they were hiring, so I guess I’m destroying the south side.

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Okay i just spent a 30 minute bath thinking about Muggleborn wizards and differences in UK/US wizarding schools so get ready for a long post y’all

I’d imagine American wizarding schools have a different setup than UK ones, like. They’d DEFINITELY shove american history down the students’ throats, and have more of a dress code than a uniform. Plus they probably wouldn’t stick a bunch of 11 year old kids in the same school as 17 year old wizarding adults (K-8 schools are bad enough as it is)
So they’d probably have separate schools/campuses for 11-14 year olds and 15-17 year olds because maturity differences. I’d imagine there’d also be AP programs for almost all the classes, because NOT EVERY 15 YEAR OLD HAS THE SAME LEARNING SKILLS YOU FUCKS

Imagine some American witch/wizard decides to do a study abroad during one of their final years, so they transfer over to Hogwarts and find out they have uniforms?? The fuck is this shit??? Why are the girls all wearing skirts???? Why are there 11 year old girls on campus wearing skirts????? Why are there 11 year olds at all???????????????? This is weird and they can’t tell if the skirts are mandatory, because all the girls wear them but nobody seems to be against them wearing pants so?

When they get their class schedule in the mail, they’re like “Why am I just in ‘Potions 6′? Is that advanced or something?? Is it the sixth level of Potions??? I was in AP Potions last year, what does it mean” and then they get to school to find that they’ve already taken this level class, but they definitely haven’t learned this shit in Transfiguration, and didn’t the school get their class records? Why didn’t they put them in the right level Transfiguration???

And then Professor Binns tries to tell the class that the Great Depression was caused by the near extinction of some magic animal, and this student gets in a 40 minute argument because no, haven’t you even heard of the stock market crash of the late 1920s, that was literally the main cause you buffoon, I spent a month learning about it okay we have stock regulations for a fucking reason

Meanwhile some Hogwarts student decides to try an American school, and when their letters of required supplies don’t have any uniforms on them they’re stumped. What do they wear?? Do they just wear whatever they want???? They pack their old uniforms just in case, only to show up and everyone’s wearing the latest in both Muggle and wizarding fashion, with long cloaks and shorts and crop tops and leggings and pointy hats all clashing together while looking like the epitome of fashion.

They’re told to show up a day or two early to take placement tests. Placement tests? they wonder, For what house I’ll be in??? Dont I just do that on my first day with all the first years?????? But no, they’re tested on their knowledge of literally everything. “Why can’t I just take classes with all the other sixth years?” they ask. “Because we don’t want you in a class that’s too high or too low level for you??? Duh?????”

They have a History of the United States class. Who the fuck is Aaron Burr? What do you mean the Great Depression was caused by the stock markets, it was caused by the near extinction of the Jubilee Bird?? Why do you all have the Pledge of Alliegence memorized??? Why is there an American flag in every single classroom?????? What is happening 

Feel free to add more or send in asks about this okay i am on a Roll here

Hey Bartender pt. 1 (Alex Summers x Reader)

I started this a month ago and ended up being really long so i’m splitting it up into two parts just so I can get it out there and still not have it finished so yeah.

The bar was filled with drunk men and scantily clad girls. You sat behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who thought they were gonna get lucky tonight and the women they paid to do it.

The place was a dive and you couldn’t help but wish you were somewhere else every time you came in for work. It’s a living and you’d rather be doing this than dancing on a pole in the strip club nextdoor.

It’s not all bad you thought as you watched the handsome blonde boy at the end of the bar finish off his second glass of whiskey. He raised the glass, silently asking for another. You grabbed the large bottle of golden colored alcohol and brought it to the man, giving him a small smile as you poured.

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No but real talk, there was shit I noticed this time around that I didn’t when I was younger and it’s hilarious to me.

- Nobody on the police (who are regularly warned in advance about Dark’s thefts) appears to show any sort of worry or fear about the nigh-immortal Phantom Thief that keeps showing up every forty years to rob the museums, art galleries and other assorted art spots, showing off magical powers, and then flying off with wings that come from nowhere.

- Granted, Hiwatari sees most of this shit himself, and his dear old dad is the police commissioner so it would be kept hush hush for the most part, BUT EVERYONE’S GONNA SEE THE PHANTOM THIEF FLYING AWAY ON GIANT BLACK WINGS.

- Not to mention he’s literally the same dude every forty years. There’s records on him. Can’t remember where because my head’s bouncing between fandoms, but I remember Saehara mentioning it to Daisuke and the police commissioner mentioning, and just general people going, “Oh hey its Dark, the Phantom Thief, he’s back!” You know. Indicating they’ve got records on him.

- I imagine by this point he’s like the cryptid, except not because you can expect to see him around the same amount of time like a fucking migration and a sudden upswing in lost art sales (thanks Dark), but he’s literally the same guy all the time, he hasn’t aged, what the everloving fuck Dark.

- I just really like imagining the police rookies betting what higher being Dark sold his soul to to attain such power and good looks. Or lower being, in the case of it being Satan.

- Saehara’s line just being So Completely Done with Dark, like grandpa Saehara being like “Yeah he shows up every 40 years for a short time, fucks shit up, then vanishes until it’s the next 40 years, nobody knows why, just roll with it.”

- You can’t tell me Risa/Riku’s grandmother who Dark fell in love with didn’t keep a journal that basically amounted to, “Yeah so this really handsome thief came by and I kind of fell in love with him and this is what he looks like and this is his name.” YOU CAN’T TELL ME THE GIRLS WON’T LOOK BACK AND GO ‘WAIT WHAT’.

I just really like the idea of everyone looking back, realizing Dark isn’t a bunch of different successors from the original Phantom Thief, but the original Phantom Thief himself and just collectively losing their shit, because holy fuckballs, the guy looks the same as he did eighty years ago what the shit.

Also, the idea of  Risa being horrified because she dated an old man and Riku being even more horrified because THAT CREEP FUCKING KISSED HER.

So yeah. I love D.N. Angel, but not for the reasons I did back then. It’s still cute, but it was not nearly as entertaining as it is now. (I just wish the fandom were bigger. Or still alive.)

I can’t believe how far y'all can fucking reach,for real.

The bathtub scene was clearly a visual interpretation of the things she said about her “Blank Space” persona. How she is a rich woman manipulating guys and trapping “them in her mansion and then she’s crying in her marble bathtub surrounded by pearls.” It is literally exactly that. She isn’t making fun of Kim Kardashian’s trauma. She isn’t that low.
I mean,in case you didn’t realize,the whole concept of the song and video is representing what the media said about her. "Look what you made me do” isn’t her putting the blame for her actions on others. It’s showing the roles other people made her play in their own little stories. “The bitch”,“the slut”,“the snake”.

The release date is also tied to “Blank Space”. It’s continuing the theme of addressing the myths media has been spreading about her,that she presented in the song which also came out on November 10. The feud wasn’t even on back then. She had no reason to release it on the same date when Donda West died in 2014. And I don’t think she would have done this now either.

And stop saying she lied about the lyrics because she wanted to profit from institutionalized racism,and that she knew her voice would be believed over the voice of a black man. It was literally proven that the song demo was different,and that Taylor didn’t actually lie about that. But no one gave a shit.

And,as a 19 yo girl,even the thought of being bullied by a 32 year old man makes me extremely angry. And Taylor forgave Kanye back then. But the image of seeing a way to realistic wax figure next to him in the video of a song where the same man,this time 39,degrades her and takes credit for her accomplishments must have been awful,invasive,and even traumatic. Taylor isn’t being immature. She’s being rationally angry and hurt. And don’t give me that thing about how she’s already 27 and she should have better things to do than diss people. No one said that to Kanye last year. And he was fucking 39.

So please give Taylor a break. I know you would go any distance to find a reason to hate her. But she is still a young adult and she is receiving tons of abuse of pressure from anyone for the stupidest reasons. No one asking you to like her,but at least give her a chance to grow and become better.

On the topic of Paying for Writing

This came to me after that whole discussion about paying for someone writing and that “anyone” can write. Needless to stay this stoked my ire. Then a sense of deja vu hit me. 

Who got paid to write? I did. 

I grew in a third world country, and this was back in the day you had no internet and no texting blah blah blah. Anyway, I was 12, I was in high school (because there is no such thing as middle school where I came from), also I started school early and nobody questioned it. 

I was the target of bullying, because, hey, weird fat kid with big glasses right? They picked on me, called me names, whatever. Bullies, what’s new? I went to a private high school so these were rich kids bullying middle class nerd. Long story short they chose to nitpick on me.

Of course in high school you had all these goddamn freaking essays they made you write. What I did in the Summer. What happened in School Today. We had creative writing class. When I was 10 my English teacher discovered I had a knack for writing. I competed. I won. So when I hit 12 and these writing assignments came, it was easy for me. I wrote what came naturally. I was a star! I can deal out a 1000-word essay and not break a sweat.

Then the bullies noticed.

They said, “Hey nerd you wanna make these essays for us?”

I blinked. Without a second thought. “Okay. But you have to pay me.”

I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the entrepreneur my mother instilled in me since I was 8. 

They were stumped for a bit. But between their lousy grammar and laziness they decided. “How much?”

“Five pesos per piece.”

These were spoiled rich brats. Between making their homework and paying the talented nerd in class they decided on the latter.

So I wrote. I got paid. I didn’t give them their homework (which they had to rewrite so it’s in their penmanship) until I got my cash. No, they can’t stiff me because I would snitch on them. I could say they bullied me into writing their stupid homework. 

Also, we had different teachers for different Creative Writing classes, so if I reiterated one essay, they wouldn’t notice. I would reuse old material if I knew they had a different teacher. Did we get caught? No. I did minor changes but sometimes gave the same essay to different idiots. I threw words around, changed a paragraph here and there.

One other thing I made money on? Love letters. Like I said, back in the day, you didn’t have texting/email/whatever. Also it was a conservative Catholic school, No crazy shit allowed. Girls were immediately smitten with a goddamn, well-written love letter. What did I do? I penned them, for 10 pesos a piece, altered my penmanship for every one, modified words here and there. We were dumb teenagers, they took the bait. They would think Casanova wrote it. And if I didn’t like the asshole who commissioned me? I told the girl he liked that I got paid to write it. 

It honed my writing, it got me extra cash, and the bullies left me alone because they needed my expertise.

Of course my shtick only lasted for maybe two years. I eventually got tired of it. Sorry dudes, you gotta do your own homework now. 

 Anyone can write? I dunno about that. I wrote pretty damn good back in the day, good enough to make girls swoon and rich brats to pay me to do their shit.

And I loved every second of it. 

Sick Of Losing Soulmates (Biadore) Chapter 1

Hey guys!! This is my first time posting a fic on here so I hope you like it. It’s based off of the song sick of losing soulmates by dodie clark, and the concept is inspired by the fic say you won’t let go by fucking awful, which you should check out!! Don’t worry the plot is completely different, it’s just the song thing, lol. This should be a few parts, not sure how long tho. The bold  is the lyrics. Thanks for reading if you do!!

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no BS

sorry, but not sorry, sasuke’s mission started when she’s pregnant. Karin corroborates that, and that ombilical stuff did the same.

So, this memory of sarada is fake.

Sasuke has been away for that much time.

Or are you admitting that Sasuke managed to go back with sakura and lived with her for a while, but never has been visiting his family afterward, even though it was possible for him? Do you admit that he was never interested in taking family’s picture with them? 

Or Naruto didn’t visit his bestfriend/brother enough to reassure his daugther about the whole trial? For real? The same Naruto who leaves so easily the village for the same best friend, instead of sending ninjas, putting the village in a compromising situation?

Sorry but why does sakura has an old foto of team taka? So old, it doesn’t match the last movie and the novels time’s frame? I guess she gave the ombilical cord to Karin in order to get the only picture of sasuke she could get, managing to let that poor karin believes they were friends, since sasuke didn’t even wait enough for her to deliver the baby.

Or was he there when she delivered the baby but she couldn’t ask an actual picture and she just kept that pitifully old one?

The more I delve into it, the moreI discover how fucked-up this shit is.

Way to go CANON.

Why is sasuke’s girl so stupid that she get frustrated because a woman wears the same glass as hers? Why sakura suddenly has problem with fainting like Hinata FROM THE FILLERS? 

The only romantic thing SS gets from the canon (0 to 700) -in part I, not only it’s not romantic but he considered her like a sis (CANON)- is the family in different panels and part of the worlds. Prior to this chapter, kishi depicts yet again another brotherly gesture -THE POOOOKE-. Now we get gaiden, that depicts nothing good, just a picture of a stoic sasuke, and the two other.

A fucking picture even a crack-shipper can draw for their own crackship. 


Apparently it’s NOT so common for a male  teammate to catch or help their female teammate.

SS is sooooo unique, lol.


[[ Request: imagine where you’re Happy’s old lady &a part of the club,you have to go to a different charter(to pick something up for samcro) with Tig & when you come back tig jokes around about you getting some side action,happy doesn’t find it funny ]] 

“You take care of my girl?” Happy asked, giving Tig a nod. 

Tig glanced over at you and smirked. “Oh, yes, I did.” 

Happy’s jaw tightened at the way Tig was looking you up and down, eyes full of lust. You were Happy’s old lady, but you were also a member of SAMCRO. That meant you had to do all the same shit for the club that Happy had to do, including going on runs. Jax had asked you and Tig to go to the Indian Hills charter to pick up something for the club. Happy didn’t usually mind when you handled that sort of club business. It was safe. It was the dangerous shit that made him worry. He knew you would be fine, especially with Tig tagging along. But now that you and Tig were back, he was questioning his own judgment. The way Tig was looking at you pissed him off in the most irrational ways.

You pursed your lips and gave Tig a look. He was trying to make Happy angry, make him think that something had happened between the two of you while you were in Indian Hills. Of course, it didn’t. Happy knew that. But his anger usually clouded his judgment and got the best of him. You knew Tig was pushing his luck, and he knew it too. Tig was always looking for ways to entertain himself, and this was just the most recent. You turned back to Happy, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction in an attempt to make Tig drop it. “I’m just glad that shit’s over,” you sighed. “Longest ride of my life.” 

“Tell me about it,” Tig agreed. He rubbed the insides of his thighs. “I’m feelin’ kind of sore.” He looked you up and down and grinned mischievously. “You sore, Y/N?” 

You smiled and shook your head, trying to brush Tig off. If he kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before Happy had enough and put him in his place. And you didn’t really feel like dealing with a fist fight today. “You guys want a beer?” you asked, turning towards the bar. Tig threw an arm around your shoulders and walked with you to the bar. Happy watched in silence. His mouth hung open slightly, and he had a toothpick between his lips. His eyes were narrowed as he watched you and Tig. You could see the muscles in his jaw twitching. He was pissed. That much was obvious. 

You shrugged Tig’s arm from around your shoulders and walked behind the bar, grabbing three beers and placing one on the bar for Tig. You walked to Happy and handed him a beer. You had to think of something to cool him off before it was too late. Once Happy got going, there was no stopping his rage. He took the beer, but he continued to stare at Tig, his entire body rigid. He looked like he could kill Tig with his bare hands, which truthfully, wasn’t an unlikely possibility. A noticeable scowl was etched on Happy’s face. “You alright, Hap?” 

He tossed the toothpick to the other side of his mouth and wrapped an arm tightly around your waist. “Good trip?” he asked, his eyes still glued to Tig. 

“Yeah. I mean, it was alri - “

Great trip.” Tig smirked. “Y/N here couldn’t help herself. Had to get a little action on the side.” His smirk grew. “Ain’t that right, baby?” 

Happy’s jaw clenched tighter. He knew you would never do that. You were his. Had been for years. But that didn’t mean the thought of you with Tig didn’t piss him off. Tig was just trying to get a reaction for his own entertainment. It would have been funny if it weren’t for the fact that you knew Happy might actually kill him. Tig was playing with fire, and he was about to seriously get burned.

“Your girl’s,” Tig closed his eyes and sighed, “a wild one, Hap.” 

Happy pulled a gun from his belt suddenly and held it up. “You know I’d have to kill you if you touched my woman.” An evil smirk played at his lips. “Right, Trager?” 

Tig grinned. “Huh.” He rubbed at his mustache and glanced down at his boots. “Yeah.” He sniffed. “Pretty aware of that.” 

Happy cocked the gun. “You ever look at her like that again,” he shrugged, then his face hardened again. His eyes narrowed and he stared hard at Tig. “Who knows what crazy shit I’ll do.” 

Tig cleared his throat, a triumphant smile spreading on his face. “My bad, man.” He had accomplished exactly what he was after. He had pissed Happy off in less than five minutes. It had to be a new record. He winked at you and walked away, officially satisfied with himself.

Happy whipped his head around to look at you. He furrowed his eyebrows. “He was joking, right?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Just take me to your room, Hap.”

He grinned. “Oh, yes, I will.” 

I really don’t get why people always write Artemis as running away from her problems… LITERALLY. Like, dropping her shit and just up and leaving. Usually Wally.

Like… wtf? This is the same girl that at like, eight fucking years old said to her older sister that was bailing, “Someone needs to be here when mom gets out.” This is the same girl that rightfully panicked and almost thought about saving herself in Homefront, but ultimately said fuck that and “I found a new family. And around here, we’re all for one and– (one for all!)”.

There’s a big difference between being closed off and then literally running away from your problems. And tbh, Artemis wasn’t even THAT closed off, the only thing she was closed off about was her family BECAUSE SHE WAS TERRIFIED HER NEW FAMILY WOULD FUCKING DITCH HER AND THAT WALLY WOULD HATE HER. 

“Artemis, it’s not a sign of weakness to open up to your friends.” “I know that.” 

Artemis doesn’t run away.

anonymous asked:

man. in america ppl find unacceptable anyone over 20 dating teenagers. here in brazil, famous 40yo singer marries a 14yo and no one cares. female teacher flirst with 13yo student, boy doesn't want to go to school anymore because of it, over 30 comments and literally not a SINGLE one condemning the teacher and most calling the boy a "gay". and my friend's ex, 35, publicly dates 14~16 girls and is considered by others as immature AT WORST. cultural differences, holy shiiiiit.

That sounds absolutely horrific, but, as a note, the second one, about the female teacher and the thirteen-year-old? Yeah, people do that same ugly shit here in America, because boys always want it, even if they’re incapable of consent. That’s how people view us, we can’t be raped, especially not by women, even if those women are twice, three times our age and in authoritative positions over us.

You’d be shocked how many people victim blame young male victims of sexual abuse and rape. For a long time, “made to penetrate” wasn’t even considered rape, so boys who were raped by women who forced them to have vaginal sex with them? Not considered rape victims, by law. It was only rape if the woman sodomized them.

I ‘dunno if the law’s changed in recent times, I’d have to look into it. But, yeah, that’s not just a Brazil thing. ;;

Short Stuff part 3 (Nate Maloley)

Nate’s POV

Y/N looked like she was in heaven when we got in the house. I can tell, it’s been a while since she’s smoked. She’s beautiful, especially when she smiles. Derek pissed me off though. He’s been getting on my nerves lately, and flirting with y/n didn’t make it any better. That’s why I sat on the love seat with her. As soon as she finished her first blunt, I handed her another. She needed it. From what I can tell, she gets tired when she’s high. It’s pretty damn adorable too. She fights it, and forces her eyes to stay open. She scooted towards me, and sat on my lap, her back leaning against the arm of the chair, and my arm resting behind her.

“Dude, when you gon’ release another song?” Swazz asked, and I opened my mouth to say something, when I felt something drop on my shoulder. Glancing over, it’s y/n’s head. I laugh, and shift to make us both comfortable, while she finishes her blunt.

“Bruh I’m still workin’ on it. The beats got lost and we have to re-record everything. Low-key pissed me off.” I hear a yawn, and feel more weight against me. “You tired ma? Go ahead and go to sleep. I got you.” She immediately closes her eyes, her head resting in my neck. Her breathing slows down, and I know she’s already asleep.

“Where did you meet her?” Derek asks.

“I accidentally ran her over on the sidewalk. She’s a feisty lil’ thing. Turned around and started to bitch me out as soon as she could. It was pretty funny, I’ll be honest. I apologized and she said she could kick my ass, after I scared her again by accident. I didn’t believe her-”

“And she knocked him on his ass.” Gilinsky laughed.

“Yeah, pretty much. We talked, or, she yelled some more, and she ended up apologizing to me, and I invited her to get high with us.”

“How old is she? She looks like she could be twelve, she’s so damn small.” Derek said. I grinned.

“Talking shit about her size is what made her kick my ass man. Be careful. But she’s legal. And she’s different.” It gets quiet.

*cough* “Whipped.” *cough* I heard from Swazz.

“Shut the hell up man.” I tell him. Y/n curls into me, getting as close as she physically can. I wrap my arms around her torso, and gently move her into a more comfortable spot. “I don’t know why, but she’s different. I don’t feel the same way about her as I do about other girls.” I hear her sigh, in content, and smile. She’s beautiful.

This is probably really crappy but I wanted to get another part out. Love you all! Send me in requests, and I’ll also do ships if you give me a brief description of yourself. Also need to know which fandom.

val & dylan part 2 (2/6/16)

so if you have followed my blog at all you know that i started talking to dylan on instagram over the summer and that he now recognizes me during warm-ups at every game i’ve been to and today was no different… actually, it was a little different.


i told myself (as i do before every game) that maybe him recognizing me the last 13 games were all coincidences. so when the boys skated on, dylan was on the opposite side of the ice doing some stretches he doesn’t normally do so at that point i told myself maybe he was done interacting with me at warm-up’s but i was way wrong. after he was done stretching he got up and skated around doing drills and when he got to my side of the ice, he slammed himself into me and laughed. this continued multiple times and then when he was over that game he decided to make me scream by shooting the puck at my face or hitting me with his stick… this happened so many times that the 50 year old man next to me turns to me and goes, “I think someone has a crush on you.” and I just smiled and turned away politely and that’s basically how warm-ups ended. same old shit but a different day.

the game:

so for today’s game i managed to get a glass seat directly behind our goalie… when the boys skated out i didn’t realize that dylan was skating towards me while i was dancing to a song by panic at the disco, when i looked up, dylan was smiling the biggest smile at me and he chuckled and gave me a thumbs up. at that point i didn’t want to believe that i had just made my favorite person smile, but then i turned to the girl that i was at the game with and she goes, “yes, that did just happen and yes, i saw the whole thing.” after that, i could not stop smiling. the entire game we kept making subtle eye contact with each other because we knew where each other were and after he got his first assist of the night, he smiled at me and i smiled right back.

i know that this doesn’t mean anything to anyone and that a lot of fans have interactions with their favorite players, but i had to share because it made me the happiest person on the entire planet. he makes me the happiest person ever. watching him go from college hockey a year ago to the NHL now and everything in between has meant the world to me and i wouldn’t trade it for the world. forever&always 71. ❤️

OK so I’m the modern AU anon (sorry, I’m shy) and oh my god. What you did with my headcanon was so brilliant I loved it and the response was so great, and I kept thinking and thinking about it and I was gonna go on anon again but I had so much more to add so I just said “fuck it” because:

- back when they were just friends whenever one of them felt sad in the middle of the night they would call then they both would sit by their windows so they were facing each other, because Todd is terrible at sneaking out
- a lot of times Todd just comes over to Viola’s house and chills while she does homework. He just entertains himself any way he can
- Todd finds an old record player in his basement and gives it to Viola on her birthday. She listens to it constantly.
- Viola never really played video games when she was younger so Todd introduced her to some of his favorites and now she’s better than him at all of them
- after her parents die, Viola sleeps over at his house a lot. Nothing physical ever really happens, she just crawls into his bed and they hold each other. Todd tends to have really bad nightmares so he doesn’t mind her presence one bit
- Ben and Cillian LOVE her and bake her a cake on her birthday and invite her to their house for dinner all the time and give her a standing ovation for her valedictorian speech, which is naturally all about the importance of girls’ education. She discusses foreign politics and existentialist literature with them and always compliments their cooking, even when Todd tells her not to touch it because it smells like sulfur
- They volunteer together on weekends washing dogs and cats at the local animal shelter
- Todd’s car is beat-up old piece of shit but he loves it so much and when he finally wrecks it for good, they hold a funeral for it at a junkyard
- they once both had detention at the same time for telling off two different teachers on two separate occasions
- Todd is awesome at catching food in his mouth and Viola is constantly throwing goldfish and things at him from different angles at random times to try and get him to embarrass himself but he catches it every time
- Todd goes to a party and has way too much to drink and leaves Viola 50+ messages saying dumb shit and she has to come pick him up and makes fun of him for it for weeks until Viola accidentally eats a pot brownie and Todd has to take HER home
- the first time Todd tells her he loves her, they’re sitting on the hood of his car in the hospital parking lot at midnight while her parents are inside. She starts crying uncontrollably and pulls away from his touch and he doesn’t know what else to say so he just says the truth: “i love you”

This is so dumb but I love it and this AU is giving me so many feelings so feel free to post stuff from this/add to it because I am just not over them. You’re the greatest.

Oh my god dude yes

  • They’re both way too into chocolate cookies and bring them to each others houses whenever it’s a cold day and they’re a little lonely. Viola called it Cookie Time and though it’s super lame, somehow it stuck
  • Ben, Cillian and Viola planning Todd a surprise birthday party and arguing about what colour the streamers should be for at least half an hour before Todd pokes his head around the corner and suggests that he wouldn’t mind orange
  • Todd saving up all his money from christmas and birthdays and buying a lame ass motorbike when he’s 17 that he loves way too much. 
  • Viola getting the call the night before the graduation assembly and getting told she’s valedictorian. Her principal tells her to say nothing to no one, under no circumstances, but she runs across the street and yells it at Todd as soon as she hangs up the phone. Todd bakes a cake all secret like while she lies on his couch that night, and when she wakes the next morning there it is, on her doorstep with ‘congrats’ written in stupid, uneven icing.
  • Viola eats the whole thing on the way to school.
  • Viola doesn’t say I love you back, not right away, not with her parents barely holding on. But she does tell him, a year later, on the eve of the anniversary of her parents death. They’re listening to a band Todd discovered and she’s just realising, as if she hadn’t known it before, how utterly and completely she’s fallen for him.
  • After Viola’s parents die, her grandmother moves in. She’s worried that her very proper, very strict grandmother wouldn’t let her spend time out of the house, let alone with a ~boy~. But the day after Viola helps her move all her stuff in, Todd arrives at the door in Ben’s best suit, carrying a frozen Lasagne he made himself.
  • Viola’s nightmares are filled with screeching tires and semi-trailers veering off the road. Todd’s are filled with a man’s cruel smirk and fists against bone. Neither dream of anything when they sleep near each other.
  • They don’t go to the same college. Viola studies Liberal Arts somewhere progressive, and Todd majors in engineering. They see each other every weekend.
  • It starts to patter off a bit towards the end of the second semester though. Right up until Viola appears on the doorstep of his dorm, dripping wet one windy Thursday, and tells him that he better get ready to commit, Bucko, because she’s been planning on the long haul.
  • Cillian and Viola really hit it off. Cillian has always been a major supporter of lgbt+ groups, actually meeting Ben at a march. Whenever Viola would come over he’d steal her for a bit with a phrase like ‘you’ll never believe what those asshole 1%ers have done’
  • For a while there, Viola had a dartboard in her room with nothing but Davy Prentiss Jr.’s face on it. She’d hide the well worn photo whenever Todd came over, but the memory of how horrible he’d been to her and her best friend ignited something deep and angry within her. 
  • That one time Todd got drunk (super drunk) and Viola had to get him, he left a heap of cooing voicemails on her phone. Most of them were like ‘Viola, this party’s rockin’ but some were more ‘you smell really good all the time and i think you’re so pretty did you know that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?’ Viola shows him a few months after they’d started dating and Todd goes all red.

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I am a 15-year-old girl and recently directed for the first time

On shooting day everyone was mucking around.  I started to get mad and was told to, “chill out.”

A male friend of mine stepped in to help film (the actual Camera Operator was sick of me telling him what to do).  My friend then told the crew the exact same thing I had said earlier (and in the same way I had said it). Everyone shut up and listened to him.  

I’m 15 and already being told that I should be directing differently (or not at all) just cause I’m girl.

  • #ftm #lesbian
  • #ftm #cosplay
  • truscum making people with existing dysphoria feel like they should not only feel dysphoria but also FEEL ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES FOR BEIN SUCH a FreAK. 
  • “u are not trans if u like penetration”
  • “u can’t be gay if ur a trans man that makes u straight??”
  • people who think pre-surgery bodies are disgusting, pornographic, and should not be in the ftm tag
  • people who think top surgery scars shouldn’t be seen in case it outs other trans guys. people who get top surgery not being allowed to be topless?????
  • stealth shaming????
  • white-passing male-passing trans fuckboys having an opinion on literally everything, especially feminism, sexism, transwomen, and SUPER ESPECIALLY RACISM????
  • actual females who are like 14 in full make up with long pretty hair and dresses LIKE “jennifer. 14. elf prince. he/him” or some shit in the ftm tag like tHIS IS NOT A GAME.

Thanks for your email.
You clearly haven’t got any idea what is in the program. If you did, then you would be worried about your children being exposed to unhealthy ideas at such an early age.

Give it a go and get your five year old a book called The Gender Fairy and let him experiment with being a girl. It was written by the same people as the SSC program and is ‘suitable for four year olds’.
Then when he is 15 he can just use the girls change room whilst using the links provided on the information website to find more about bondage clubs and adult sex toys.

This is what the safe schools materials encourage.
If you think this is ok then I worry for your children.

Inform yourself properly and then get back to me. Your opinion will carry more weight then.


—  Cory Bernardi literally sent this email to a mother about safe schools holy shit. The only difference between him and some backwards MRA activist is that he wears a suit instead of a fedora.