senders

1. So maybe I’m reading this wrong but Finnreyhardliner can send people sexually inappropriate things because they’re over 18? Like???? Uh what? No I didn’t ask for that and yes I’m an adult but I’m not entirely happy with someone telling me (a lesbian who had struggled A LOT with internalized homophobia) things like “Go jack off to Kylo Ren or telling me to get a Kylo blow up doll, etc etc.” It’s laughable but it also feels really sexist like when a male fan tried to tell me I only liked Kylo because I was only interested in fucking him. 

It’s still harassment.

2. I literally did not do anything to this person, they sent me hate first and I asked them for receipts on Reylo shippers who were not troll blogs or anons I could help call out but I was not provided with anything. We do well at calling out shit when it happens, at least on tumblr where its seen.

Hmm… I’ve debated about posting this, and the sender is lucky I’m a nicer person than them so I won’t reveal their name, but this is a message to him and anyone else who feels the need to send women messages like this…
*I’m resisting the urge to tell him/them to simply fuck off*

Seriously dude… what sort of disrespectful arsehat are you? Were you never taught that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?
If you don’t like the way someone looks, talks, behaves - that’s ok, you are absolutely entitled to your preferences and opinions, however, is it really necessary to say those sorts of things to someone?

Please, do us decent humans a solid and do not procreate 💫

anonymous asked:

Fluffiest Zaxina Headcanon?

Praxina sends Zack fanmail and she has sworn Mephisto to secrecy. It was Mephisto’s idea. It started when his band got a little bit of hate mail after a concert. She was so mad but promised Zack she wouldn’t “eradicate” it’s sender. She technically sends it anonymously but the letters are always sealed with her emblem like who else uses a black butterfly seal? Zack knows and Mephisto knows that he knows. Zack keeps them in a box and likes to read them when she’s not on earth or just needs a little love and reassurance.

Sometimes the customer is wrong for unrelated reasons.

Due to the well of my friends’ “def not an axe murderer” date recommendations drying up, I have turned to that most sacred of modern relationship institutions: online dating. As a very busy person trying to get it in with other very busy people, I prize honestly and directness above all else when it comes to profile creation. I include full body shots in my photos, try to minimize the use of MySpace angles in selfies, and write at the very top of the summary/caption/profile that I am fat. Not “curvy,” not “thick,” not “lots to love”–I’m f*cking fat. I’m not ashamed of it, but I also known that weight is a dealbreaker for lots of people. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.

About a year ago I met “Evan” via Tinder. We exchanged friendly messages for a few hours one night and agreed to meet up for drinks the following evening. I waited for a full hour past the designated time, and just as I was getting up to leave, the texts started rolling in.

“I can see you sweating from here.” “How long does it take you to roll out of bed every morning?” “Is there an earthquake or are you just getting up for more pretzels?”

Really idiotic, juvenile shit. Four separate numbers, commenting on things like my clothes, which clued me in that the senders were nearby. This went on for 15 minutes before I finally saw Evan, trying to hide in at a corner table and giggling with a group of buddies. I made eye contact, saw that he saw me, and then walked out. The texts kept up until I blocked the numbers a few hours later.

I ran into Evan about 3 weeks later. We got on the same elevator, and he tried really hard at being super interested in the emergency phone instructions. I just confronted him, and he admitted it was just some “game” that him and his friends play. He knew I was fat before agreeing to meet up; they all did, because that’s what they do. Match up with fat women, then either ghost them or “troll” them at the meet-up. It was also kinda obvious he’d never seen any consequences from this bullshit, as he was sweating pretty hard and looked more humiliated than I felt. I just said whatever and walked out, expecting to never see him again.

About a month ago, some local foodie wrote a great review of the restaurant I own, and we’ve been slammed ever since. In the past, I stayed mostly in the kitchen, but I’ve been doing more and more front-of-house stuff lately, and Valentine’s Day I was working a bit of a split between the two.

I saw Evan just as he was pushing in his date’s chair. My name isn’t on the restaurant, and he didn’t see me. I checked the section up at the hostess stand and saw that one of my favorite old-timers, Nan, was going to be his waitress. I went to the bar till, took out $400, put it in her hands, and said, “This is going to be your only table for the rest of the night. You are going to make this the worst date he has ever been on.”

She spilled every single thing she brought out to the table, all over him. I was waiting for him to blow up on Nan, but he bottled it up, obviously trying to make a good impression on his date. She seemed like a perfectly lovely lady; I told Nan to make sure everything was good for her and terrible for Evan.

She poured ice water on his d*ck. She smacked the back of his head with the edge of a tray. Spilled soup on his shirt. Dropped every fork he asked for. I personally oversalted his food, used the shit liquor for his drinks, used flour instead of sugar on his dessert. To be honest, I don’t know why he didn’t just walk out. He must have really wanted to f*ck this woman.

Finally, he cracked. Demanded Nan find the manager and bring her out. I was only too happy to emerge from the kitchen with my chef’s coat and say what, I’m not ashamed to admit, I’d been planning out all night.

“I would have said hi earlier, but I didn’t want the earthquake to disturb your dinner.”

I will savor the look on Evan’s face for the rest of my life.

He was a little too flummoxed to explain, so I pulled a chair up to the table and introduced myself to his date, Amanda. Told her how I met Evan. Showed her some fun old messages. Then I told gave her a voucher for a free meal on her next visit and told Evan to get the f*ck out and never come back.

He deleted his Tinder profile.

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general ☕

potions 101  ✧  coffee magic  ✧  hot chocolate magic   ✧  infused water magic  ✧  general tea magic  ✧ floral tea magic  ✧  herbal tea magic  ✧ fruit tea magic   ✧ smoothie Potions   ✧ milkshake magic  ✧

tea potion recipes! ☕

harry potter potions! ☕

bioshock potions! ☕

  • murder of crows vigor potion -  a potion to summon fowl forces to protect you 
  • possession vigor potion -  a potion that distracts your enemies from you, and brings their ill-attention to one another instead 
  • charge vigor potion -  a potion that helps with those you tend to knock heads with, a magical aid to keep them at bay, or arm’s length. 
  • undertow vigor potion -  a potion that helps shift power of advantages to you, whether in magical or mundane issues, offers you tactical advantages 
  • shock jockey vigor potion -  a potion to stun enemies, and make them more susceptible to baneful magic with lightning elementals involved 
  • return to sender vigor potion -  a potion to help shield the drinker, and return any harm that is sent your way 
  • bucking bronco vigor potion -  a potion to help throw people off your back, and keep them away for some time
  • devil’s kiss vigor potion -  a potion that allows the drinker to cast a fire elemental on someone else (particularly a spurned lover)

anonymous asked:

Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)

“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?

Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.” 

“’Most of the time’?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”

He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it. 

“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…

Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.

“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.

“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.

If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.

It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.  

Dear Victor,

You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”

The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Hmm?”

Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”

He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”

The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man. 

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.

anonymous asked:

Call me terrible, but aces who like and seek out sex make me, a sex repulsed ace, feel invalid. They are almost no different from anyone else, yet they ace like they're so ace. How can their asexuality be so important if it hides under how they're "normal"? Why are we so protective of these aces when they're at best almost allos(I don't mean to insult allos in any way), or at worst exclusionists? It just appalls me how we act like they're hated when really, they're treated so normally.

I really debated just deleting this and blocking the sender because it is so utterly antithetical to everything this blog stands for, but I think it needs to be addressed, because attitudes like this are a warning sign to me that history may be poised to repeat itself, and that will happen over my dead body.

I’ve been around a long time. Like, before tumblr, before AVEN, before aces had anything like the community we have today, before we even had a consistent word for ourselves. That means I remember some of the early politics that Kids These Days weren’t around for, have no way of really knowing–including the downright ugly fights that dominated the mailing list days about how to define asexuality. There was a contingent of people, you see, that held that the only way to be Truly Asexual was to completely lack any sort of libido, and to abstain from sex entirely. These people were. Not nice people. They were the exclusionists of their time, and I mean that very seriously. Nearly every hateful, cruel, and self-spiting tactic you see in REGs on tumblr today was also levied by nonlibidoists and antisexuals at the time. They were absolutely vicious toward not only anybody within ace circles who wanted a broader definition of asexuality [the one we use today, eventually] but also toward non-aces or anyone who wasn’t celibate by choice, which resulted, among other things, in exactly the sort of homophobia and sex shaming that REGs accuse us of to this day.

We, as a community, fought tooth and nail against defining ourselves in this way, and against both the ugly infighting it produced and the abhorrent behaviour it encouraged. We have been fighting tooth and nail ever since to move past that stain on our history, to define ourselves in a way that is safe and welcoming to all aces, and to ensure that we conduct ourselves in a way that aligns with the ethics of the communities we ally ourselves with, and to what we have decided is the ethical core of our own community. It sickens me to the core to be hearing views like this espoused again from inside our community. I will not stand for it. We will not stand for it. We didn’t then, and we won’t now. 

There is no right way to be asexual. There is no wrong way to be asexual. There is nothing at all wrong with aces who have, want, or seek out sex. There is nothing wrong with aces who are so repulsed by sex that they can’t even think about it. There is nothing wrong with aces who have no feelings about sex whatsoever. There is nothing wrong with aces who never have or will feel attraction. There is nothing wrong with aces who do occasionally feel attraction but still feel that ace identities best represent their experiences or that the ace community best addresses their needs. Asexuality is not behaviour. Asexuality cannot be hidden under behaviour, or opted out of through behaviour, and if some people feel like they need to try to do that, that is a reflection of an aphobic society pressuring people into closeting or otherwise denying themselves in an attempt to escape that oppression, not proof that they’re “normal” [also, feel free to never juxtapose “ace” and “normal” again, that’s gross].

And, finally, this frankly drips of exactly the kind of sex-shaming we’re so often accused of, no matter how hard you try to hide it behind “no insult to allos.” It’s gross. Don’t do it. 

This is one of the most unsavoury asks I have seen in my time on this blog. Everything about this sentiment is unwelcome on this blog; keep it out of our inbox and keep it out of our community. Our gates are open. Our arms are open. Every ace is welcome, every ace is valid, every ace experience is a genuine ace experience, one worthy of consideration, protection, and acknowledgement. We have worked hard to build this community into what it is today. The gatekeepers of the past removed themselves from the rest of us and faded into oblivion and that is where I want their sentiments to stay.

I’m not going to call you terrible, because I stand for a community where every ace is welcome and finds the resources they need to navigate their life and identity. But that cannot, will not, come at the expense of others.

-Dew

After 32 years in the House of Representatives, here is my advice on how people opposed to President Donald Trump’s assault on our basic values — a majority of those who voted last November — can best influence members of Congress. 

Done the right way, communications from citizens can have a significant impact on legislators, even when they claim to be immune to “pressure.” (“Pressure,” in legislative jargon, is the expression of views with which legislators disagree, as opposed to “public opinion” — the term used for sentiments that reinforce their own.)

The key to doing it right is being clear about the goal, which is to persuade the Senator or Representative receiving the communication that how he or she votes on the issue in question will affect how the sender will vote the next time the legislator is on the ballot.

This means the following:

Make sure you’re registered to vote — lawmakers check.

Many office holders will check this, especially for people who write to them frequently. Elected officials pay as much attention to those who are not registered to vote as butchers do to the food preferences of vegetarians.

Lawmakers don’t care about people outside of their district.

You can only have an impact on legislators for or against whom you will have a chance to vote the next time they run. In almost all cases, this means only people in whose state or district you live. Senators or representatives whose names will not be on the ballot you cast are immune to your pressure. There is a small set of exceptions — representatives who want to run for a statewide office in the next election will be sensitives of voters throughout their states.

Your signature — physical or electronic — on a mass petition will mean little.

You are trying to persuade the recipient of your communication that you care enough about an issue for it to motivate your voting behavior. Simply agreeing to put your name on a list does not convey this. I have had several experiences of writing back to the signer of a petition to give my view on an issue only to be answered by someone who wondered why I thought he or she cared.

The communication must be individual. It can be an email, physical letter, a phone call or an office visit. It need not be elaborate or eloquent — it is an opinion to be counted, not an essay. But it will not have an impact unless it shows some individual initiative.

Know where your representative stands. 

If you have contact with an organization that is working on this issue, try to learn if the recipient of your opinion has taken a position on it. When I received letters from people urging me to vote for a bill of which I was the prominent main sponsor, I was skeptical that the writer would be watching how I voted.

Communicate — even if you and your representative disagree.

On the other hand, even where you are represented by people whom you know oppose you on an issue, communicate anyway. Legislators do not simply vote yes or no on every issue. If enough people in a legislator’s voting constituency express strong opposition to a measure to which that legislator is ideologically or politically committed, it might lead him or her to ask the relevant leadership not to bring the bill up. Conflict avoidance is a cherished goal of many elected officials.

Say “thank you.”

If your Representative and Senators are committed to your causes, you should write or call to thank them — not frequently, but enough for them to feel reinforced.

Enlist the help of friends in other districts.

Your direct communication with legislators outside your voting area will have no impact. But you do have friends, relatives, associates etc. Find out who the potentially influenceable legislators are on issues of prime importance to you, think about people you may know in their constituencies, and ask those who share your views to communicate with those who represent them. On an extremely important issue, get out the list to who you mail holidays cards or important invitations and ask them to communicate with their legislators.

To repeat the essence of point 5, if a legislator who you might have expected to vote differently — e.g. a Republican who votes no on a Trump priority — votes as you have urged, send a thank you. 

— Barney Frank, former Democratic representative for Massachusetts. Read more

Platonic Affections Meme

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair
Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle
Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you
Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses
Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub
Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify
Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps
Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours
Send me a • to share headphones with my muse
Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc
Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand
Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play with my muse’s hair
Send me a ▪ to help my muse with a project, mission, something routine around the house, etc

accidentally?

Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”

yup.

(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…

Anyway.

“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

Keep reading

the purpose:

the roleplay community can be a nasty place at times, rumors spread and lies thrown about like they’re gospel. because of this, something must be done to counter such negativity. my goal ( as well as those that decide to participate ) is to make sure people know they aren’t alone. if you’re simply feeling down and need encouragement, or you’re truly struggling with life and need help, this campaign is for you. we’re a shoulder to cry on or just a friendly voice to keep your spirits lifted; whatever you need. within reason, of course, for though we may try, we cannot work miracles.

no one should feel left out, disliked, or unwanted, and the goal of the kindness campaign is to make sure none of that happens. you are loved and you are wanted, and very much so.

the plan:

if you wish to participate in this campaign, aka be a sender / messenger of positivity and love, REBLOG this post. it let’s people know that you are a safe haven. if you’re in a bad place or just want to hear kind words, be it about your writing or otherwise, LIKE this post. you will get at least one message, if not more, depending on who all is able to respond. and feel free to like this post more than once. what i mean by this is that if you’re ever feeling down / not yourself, like this post. if you feel that way again a day or a week or a month later, like this post again. someone will come to you and tell you just how amazing you are. i want to emphasize, however, that this is NOT a campaign meant to boost your ego. do not abuse what we will all be giving / contributing just so you can boast about it later. while we want everyone happy in any / every way, keep in mind the purpose of this campaign.

to recap: REBLOG to join ( and to spread the word to others ), LIKE for kind words.

let’s spread love and positivity to any and everyone we can. it’s the kindest thing we can do despite it seeming so small and insignificant. i promise you, just a few kind words can go a long way for the person receiving them. not only that, but those that will participate will know they are making a difference in someone’s world. we can make this a big thing if we really try, so spread the word!! let everyone know that they’re not alone and that they are loved! fight hate and negativity with love and positivity! and remember: 

                           no war in anger was ever won.

NOUNS
der Absender - sender [male]
die Absenderin (Absenderinnen) - sender [female]
die Adresse (Adressen) - address
der Aufkleber - sticker
der Brief (Briefe) - letter
der Brieffreund (Brieffreunde) - penpal [male]
die Brieffreundin (Brieffreundinnen) - penpal [female]
der Briefkasten (Briefkästen) - postbox/letter box/mailbox
die Briefmarke (Briefmarken) - stamp
das Briefpapier (Briefpapiere) - writing paper
der Briefträger - postman/mailman
die Briefträgerin (Briefträgerinnen) - postwoman
der Briefwechsel - correspondence
die Handschrift - handwriting
die Karte (Karten) - card
das Klebeband - sticky tape
der Klebstoff - glue
die Korrespondenz (Korrespondenzen) - correspondence
die Lieferung (Lieferungen) - delivery
das Paket (Pakete) - package/parcel
das Porto - postage
die Post (Posten) - post office/post/mail
der Postbote (-n) (Postboten) - postman/mailman
die Postbotin (Postbotinnen) - postwoman
der Postdienst (Postdienste) - postal service
die Postkarte (Postkarten) - postcard
die Postleitzahl (Postleitzahlen) - postcode/zip code
die Schneckenpost - snail mail
der Stift (Stifte) - pen/pencil
der Teebeutel - teabag
der Tesafilm - Sellotape/Scotch Tape
der Umschlag (Umschläge) - envelope

VERBS
ablecken - to lick
auf dem Postweg verloren gehen - to get lost in the post/mail
auf einen Brief antworten - to write an reply to a letter
eine Briefmarke auf einen Briefumschlag kleben - to stick a stamp on an envelope
einem Brief etwas beilegen - to enclose something in a letter
empfangen - to receive
in die Schweiz senden - to send to Switzerland
ins Ausland senden - to send overseas
jemandem einen Brief schreiben - to write someone a letter
liefern - to deliver
mit der Post senden - to send by post/in the mail
nach Deutschland senden - to send to Germany
öffnen - to open
schicken - to send
senden - to send
zukleben - to seal
zurückschreiben - to write back

ADJECTIVES
beigelegt - enclosed

dekoriert - decorated
handgemacht - handmade
selbstgemacht - handmade
selbstklebend - self adhesive
ungeöffnet - unopened
verloren - lost

PHRASES
Lieber/Liebe… - Dear…
Danke für deinen Brief! - Thank you for your letter!
Ich freue mich auf deine Antwort! - I’m looking forward to your reply!
Viele Grüße aus Deutschland! - Greetings from Germany!
Dein/Deine… - Yours…