she could have done it again

Hey guys, I know my activity is shit and I am so sorry. But I’ve been exhausted. However, I am up early (only because the start time is weird af today) so will try to get some replies done before I have to get ready for work in an hour.

However, I will definitely be on after work today so like this post for a starter and you will get one in like ~~11 hours (could be longer if the delivery is late in the morning). It’s right when I get home. Please love me. I try real hard y’know.

there are two settings. the first is success, a crushing perfection that simmers below the surface, a gritted-teeth force that breaks down more often than it runs. it is relying on panic to wake you up, it is nightmares about numbers, it is being unable to stop shaking when the test comes back, it is empty scores, no flaws found but still feels sore. it is the appearance of self-assurance, top-of-the-class, always-in-yoga. nobody gets into the room when you’re sobbing over your gpa. they only smell the candles and not the burning.

the second is failure. it comes in the wake of the smallest thing. a shrug and “you could have done better” rather than a smile. that’s it. and then it’s time to destroy everything. she frowned at me once, we aren’t really her friend and we must never speak to her again. he didn’t want to get dinner, not only is he not interested but he finds us repulsive. it is realizing you are sixteen minutes late and just skipping class rather than showing up late. it’s refusing to study because you understand nothing. it’s taking something down before someone can rip it down for you. it’s isolating yourself so nothing can hurt you and it’s hurting because you’re isolated. it’s missed calls, never-at-work, always-too-drunk. 

that’s it. all or nothing.

Context to the story:

The girl cut her hair once so that she could have bangs. The mother disapproved and decided to cut off 15" of her hair as punishment. The girl later again decided to change her hair style and the above was the result; she shaved her daughters head.

Having a few personal experiences with this kind of invasive behaviour it really hurts to see someone go through these kinds of things, where the parent tries to live vicariously through their childs life, to attempt to shape them and make their decisions for them depending on what THEY would do and give their child NO independence or self expression.

Thankfully, this mother thought her actions were 100% justifiable and posted it to Facebook as a bit of a “haha, teach my kid a lesson” and has been hit with brutal recrimination from her community and has had visits from Child Protective Services.

For so many young (and older) girls their hair is their self expression, and in several months I hope this girl will have hers back.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: i am so proud of tsukishima kei. he's come so far. not only did he actually compliment kageyama, which he would have never done back in the first season, but he actually managed to stop ushijima's spike. more than that, he planned on at least stopping a few of them before the match even started, which means he believed enough in himself to think he could actually manage to block on of the top spikers in japan. tsukishima. believed. in himself. i'm literally crying about this? tsukishima's character development is so good. it's good and pure and
Onision’s Track Record: Underage Girls

In light of recent events, here is a post detailing Greg’s relationships with underage girls. Getting in trouble with the legal age of consent is nothing new to Greg and something he has a lot of experience defending himself for. I hope this sheds some light to the current situation with his forums and exploiting his underage fans.

Shiloh

Shiloh explicitly states that Greg violated the Mann Act, which is essentially a federal law claiming that it is illegal to transport women/girls across state lines for sexual acts. People are still prosecuted to this date for violating this law, a pastor was recently convicted in 2012 for transporting a minor to a state with a lower age of consent to have sex with her. Which is the exact same thing Greg had done multiple times with Shiloh.

In this screenshot, Shiloh recounts her abusive relationship with Greg again but with more details into his warped sexual fantasies. Near the end Shiloh mentions how young she was when she was taken advantage of and announces her fear that Taylor could experience the same abuse. She makes a point to mention her age being the same as Taylor’s when they began their relationship with Greg.

Taylor

Greg knowingly entered a relationship with Taylor while she was underage and attending high school. Greg met with lawyers frequently to confirm the legality of their relationship, while Taylor’s father objected that it was illegal in his opinion. The age of consent in New Mexico being 17. Greg and Taylor met only 10 days making contact online and had sex the first day they met in person. Greg obviously does not take issue with having sexual relationships with minors. Greg also married Taylor secretly from her parents only a month after turning 18! Which doesn’t seem totally underhanded and sketchy at all! /s

Side Note:

Billie joined their relationship in the end of 2015/early 2016 when she was 18 years old. Age of consent in Billie’s home state, Virginia, is 18. I find it curious that Greg seems to carefully check the laws before pursuing anything. He’s aware he is doing something morally wrong and knows he can get into some legal shit if he isn’t careful.

Also here is a screenshot of Taylor patronizing Billie for her age even though she was even younger when she got with Greg.

Greg like to harp on to the fact that a lot of his criticizers seem to point out the fact that he’s been in multiple questionable relationships with minors, and still feels like he hasn’t done anything wrong. The fact that this has happened not once, but twice shows his true intentions when it comes to children. Greg likes to forget the fact that teenagers are still children.

His Audience in General

OnisionDrama made a great post outlining Greg’s target demographic and why YouTube analytics aren’t exactly a valid reference when trying to determine the average age of an Onision fan. I know personally I lied about my age online from the time I was 12-17, which is the exact age range of Greg’s followers. Here we have multiple polls from 2012-2016 showing the majority of fans are indeed minors. Which is why most of the girls featured in his “body positivity” videos are underage.

Here is a poll from Taylor as well, showing most of their shared demographic being under 16 years old.

Sarah

Sarah is a friend of Taylor’s. They began talking when she was 14. After her sixteenth birthday, Greg and Taylor started housing her officially. She moved in with them around Halloween 2016 and has been there since. The age of consent is 16 in Washington. Notice how once again, Greg calculated the perfect time to move her in after she became legal.

Miscellaneous  Notes

It’s been speculated that Greg privately emailed Robert Casio to defend his actions and offered verbal support. Robert Casio being a convicted sex criminal after impregnating a 13 year-old child. Casio uploaded this video thanking Greg for his kind words of encouragement, but only referred to him by his first name and not his online persona as to prevent public backlash.

AntiSouthernMovement being a well-known second alias of Greg, left this comment showing his support of a convicted sex felon. SG also did a video calling Greg out which has more details of the situation.

What I feel to be pretty damning against Onision’s case of “dindu nuffin wrong” was the email scandal that happened in 2013. Someone sent Greg an email claiming to be a model/actress that would like to collaborate sometime, she mentioned being 17 years old, and attached a topless photo. Greg then pursued and asked for her facebook for more pictures and to communicate further. After this came out to the public, Greg began the process of covering his own ass at first by saying “I didn’t see her age!” then later changing it to “I never opened the attachment!”.

Another piece of damning evidence is how much Greg has announced that he isn’t a therapist. He has no desire to help his followers. 

He never wanted to offer guidance to his audience. He dismissed and out right ignored any fans emailing him for help/advice. But now he has changed his tune since it’s more convenient for him to act like his videos are therapy for those who need it, rather than admitting he was asking for pictures of minors’ bodies.

It’s also important to note context. Greg says the photos are harmless and nothing you wouldn’t see in a public swimming pool. The context of underwear though is that is IS private. Swimwear serves an obvious purpose for being comfortable clothing specially to swim in. Underwear’s purpose is to protect your genitals, it is meant for privacy, to be worn underneath clothing. The hard difference between the two is obvious, swimwear is public, while underwear is private.

So understand that photos of underage girls alone in their room, posing in bra and panties, will always been seen in a sexual context. 

So what we can gather from all of the above is:

  1. Greg has no issues being in sexual relationships with minors. As long as it’s barely within the legal limits, he has no moral opposition to dating children.
  2. Greg invites minors into his life and supports relationships with minors even as young as 13.
  3. Greg is aware of his demographic’s age and takes advantage of their naivety for sexually themed photographs of minors.
  4. Greg never intended his “body positivity” videos to be helpful. Greg never had any intentions on helping his fans.
  5. Greg is not qualified to comment on the health of developing girls’ bodies. Greg has no medical certifications nor any experience in the medical field. This includes therapy.
  6. Greg somehow doesn’t understand that you legally can’t make money from minors’ images without parental consent. Minors cannot legally consent without their parents permission.
  7. No matter how many excuses Greg comes up with, there’s no way he can talk himself out of being a hebephile piece of trash.

-N

  • What she says: I'm about to watch Yuri on Ice, again, starting from episode 1
  • What she means: OMG IVE GOT TO REWATCH THIS WHOLE SERIES AND ANALYZE VICTOR AND WHAT HE DOES SAYS AND THINKS ABOUT YURI UNTIL I CAN ACCEPT THE REALITY THAT VICTOR HAS LOVED YURI THIS WHOLE SERIES AND EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE HAS BEEN WITH THE PURPOSE TO BE CLOSE AND PROTECT AND LOVE YURI AND THIS WHOLE TIME THEYRE FEELINGS HAVE BEEN SUBCONSCIOUSLY MuTUaL, AND THAT VICTOR WAS ALWAYS SECRETLY WISHING THEY COULD HAVE A TALK ABOUT "THAT" NIGHT!
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OH MY GOD ok so dearsheroozle was sick and requested a Sweaty Engineering!Asami and Flustered!Korra drawing and I as usual made this way harder and more complicated than it needed to be and didn’t plan it out very well at all and had to just sort of make it work and anyway here it is 

SHEREE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BYE

To people who are doubting the kiss

First, there’s this line that suggests Viktor is more than open to kissing Yuri (and becoming his boyfriend, don’t forget). This honestly goes beyond ‘just queerbaiting’ because Q-baits usually are never so straightforward.

When you want to just hug someone, there’s literally no reason to include so much detail into the lips.

That arm placement is strategic as hell, it’s the perfect censor.

THEIR REACTIONS. For typical hugging, they look way too shocked/surprised. Just look at Minako. I’m pretty sure she’s seen them hugging a million times, so this should not be so surprising. And his parents! His mom’s got such a cute expression like ‘ooh, I’m going to get a son-in-law!’. The triplets have the ‘LEWD!’ face going on.

This is the most important part. Again, Viktor and Yuri are touching 24/7 so hugging is the least surprising thing he could have done.

THIS IS THE LOOK OF PURE LOVE. THIS IS NOT HOW TO LOOK AT SOMEONE WHO IS ‘JUST A FRIEND’. 

Rescued

Word Count: 1426

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Torture, PTSD sorta, some graphic descriptions of injuries, angst

A/N: Written for @iwantthedean ‘s quickie challenge. Write at least a 1000 word story with no dialogue. It ain’t easy. I based it off of this GIF blurb I wrote. You may wanna read that first. It kinda follows directly off of it. 

Also this is entirely unedited. I might edit it later so any major fuckups…my bad. 


I’d never forget the night I found Y/N and brought her back. After I convinced her that I was me by telling her the first time she told me she loved me she was talking in her sleep, she broke. She wouldn’t stop crying all the way back to the bunker. I couldn’t blame her. The British Men of Letters held her captive for two months. There was no telling what those bastards could have done to her in that time. I did know one thing. They’d never hurt her again.

I held her close while she cried and tossed Sam the keys, pulling her out to the Impala. I got her in, careful to avoid any injuries. I hadn’t been able to really look at her yet. They definitely hadn’t fed her well. I could feel her bones as I ran my hand along her back.

As soon as Sam pulled into the garage I lifted her out of the car and got her into the bathroom. I peeled her clothes off, letting her know what I was doing every step of the way. As soon as I got a look at her back I had to stop. There were whip marks, old and new, all across her back. Damn near every inch of skin was slashed. She stepped out of her jeans and I looked up her legs, seeing the backs of her thighs slashed. I turned her to face me. They spared the front of her, save for bruises, burns, cuts, and stabs.

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Imagine being Dean and Sam’s little sister and Amara bringing you back instead of Mary.

Dean couldn’t understand what Amara meant by saying that she was going to give him what he wanted most. He hadn’t understood it then nor the days after that but then again he didn’t find it in himself to care when he had to look for Sam. He was already worried enough about his little brother to think about what could have possibly happened. And quite honestly it didn’t seem to him like she had done anything in the first place so he willed himself to not think about ‘what if’s… much less what it was that he really wanted and she could give.

But then it all changed and Dean realized everything the moment those were spoken.

“Stay away from my boys!” your voice echoed through the dark place and both Dean and Sam froze in place, just as did the British woman of letters.

It was at that moment everything fell in place. It was the moment you came into view and Dean got to see the little girl, well not so little, but to him you always were that, that he lost all those years ago to the very things he hunted. He blamed himself more than Sam did, because more or less they both felt responsible for not doing something more to save you.

And now, both he and Sam were staring at you like you were going to burst. You ate happily on your pie “Man death got me more hungry than I thought.” you laughed and Dean and Sam chuckled softly at the words that gave away how much of a Winchester you were. You chewed happily on your food before stopping and raising an eyebrow at them “Everything alright?”you asked through a mouth full and Dean grinned widely.

“Nah” he shrugged, sharing a look with Sam “Just remembered that we’ll have to buy double the pies from now on.”

“Oh hell yeah you will!” you grinned after swallowing “And I am definitely getting a room of my own in this huge place, which you till have to tell me how you got by the way.”

“Don’t worry kiddo.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder “We’ll fill you up on everything.”

“As long as you are willing to stay.” Sam said softly and you gave him a smile.

“Sammy I ain’t going anywhere, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Yeah you better.” Dean clenched his jaw and you gave him a look. You were the youngest one, yes, but you always were the one to support your brothers and be their rock.

“I meant being more careful, not giving up my life for you. That I would do again and again and all over again as long as you two are alright.”

“Yeah well-” Sam sighed, looking at Dean for a moment “We weren’t really.” he confessed and you sighed, dropping your fork.

“I know you weren’t. And I understand but these holes- we can fill them, the way we always had. The Winchester way.” you placed a hand on each of their own.

“And we got plenty of them, don’t we?” Dean muttered and you squeezed his hand, knowing you were quite responsible for it. You could only begin to imagine how they would feel at having to burn your body. Hell even carry to burn it.

“Well- truth is that- having you here?” Sam gave you a weak smile “It feels in the biggest hole.”

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A three+ year evolution of my hair (and my face, and my fashion sense, and my makeup skills, and the effects of HRT, and…). There were many occasions where I abruptly shortened my hair length, and this was always to rebalance it as varying parts grew faster or slower than others. It could be much longer now if I hadn’t, but it wouldn’t look nearly this nice today. Think “slow and steady wins the race”. From day one, the decisions made were guided by my stylist based on my long term goals, with the objective of maximizing current appearance without sacrificing the long game. Despite the shifting sands that my goals have been (“I want to grow it out long,” “I want a wedge now,” “I want to grow it long again…”) she has done a fantastic job of keeping me looking my best and teaching me how to style it.

I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: If you’re transitioning, having a great hairstylist on your team from the start is going to make a huge difference. Don’t go it alone any more than you should with your HRT, or learning makeup, or mastering fashion. Let people who know what they’re doing help you to fast track your development. It’s crazy not to.

Happy Thursday everyone!
Kaydee 💕

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“Why are you so sad?”
“My daughter, was so kind. She didn’t even go on a school trip so she could help her mom. The doctor told me it would be a simple surgery.. If I had known that she would never wake up again, I should’ve done everything for her. I should’ve sent her on that trip by force. I should’ve bought her a lot of pretty clothes. I should have told her to play around instead of working part-time jobs. Because I keep thinking about the things I haven’t been able to do for her, I can’t sleep and I can’t eat.”

I’m rewatching the Supercorp scenes (again) and Supercorp has SO MANY cute scenes but this one is absolutely one of my faves.. 

Lena “I wanted to invide you to my party” Luthor is trying to convice Supergirl to attend her gala and Supergirl is trying to convice Lena to cancel the whole thing because it’s “definitely going to be a target for this gang” and then Lena is like “well that’s why I need you there to protect it” and she knows that with supergirl there she will be “safe” (she already trusts Supergirl so much, but I mean she did save her in that helicopter in 2x01) and then “well, you can’t live in fear” and “time and again you risk everything to see justice done. is it so hard to believe that I feel the same way?” Soulmates or what?! And Kara can’t say no to her because seriously, who could? And then Lena’s face!! Have you seen how happy she looks at that, I mean that’s one of her biggest smiles we’ve seen so far. It looks a lot like fangirling to me.. I mean I would be happy too if I had Supergirl (AND Kara Danvers) as guests at my party 

And then Kara leaves and Lena just kinda followes her and watches her with awe on her face? She’s so amazed by the hero, seriously I can’t with these two. It’s like they were made for each other <3

“And have you spoken to Molly Hooper? Since that day?”

Sherlock stopped again before opening the door. He turned to face his brother again. “What do you care?”

Mycroft shrugged. “Call it curiosity I suppose. I wondered if perhaps there was more damage than what was done to that ill fated coffin.”

Sherlock’s lips were set in a hard line and his eyes were tired. “Let’s put it this way- that was the last call of mine that she’s answered. And when I’ve seen her in passing, she is indifferent at best. I imagine that I could more easily piece together that stupid coffin than anything resembling a friendship with Molly Hooper.” He smiled wryly at his brother. “Thank you for asking.”

With that, Sherlock took his leave. Mycroft sat there silently for a moment, alone with his thoughts. But finally, he pressed the intercom on his phone.

“Anthea, would you come in here for a moment? I have a small but urgent delivery that I’d like for you to arrange.”

—  Complicated Little Emotions by writingwife83 
Porpentina Scamander nee Goldstein.

She took care of her sister after their parents died. She obviously didnt let that responsibility fall into the hands of the wrong people. She had to grow up at a young age and be strong for Queenie. She became an Auror- a dark wizard catcher. She isnt afraid to run into the face of danger instead of away from it. She followed Newt when she KNEW it could end in death. She held her own in a duel against Grendelwald. Not something many wizards can probably claim to have done. Except maybe - the GREAT Albus Dumbledore. She has a heart of gold but a stone cold resolve in bettering wizardkind and proving herself time and time again worthy of the term - heroine. Tell me again how Porpentina Goldstein is not a strong, badass, independent woman. Dont worry, I’ll wait.

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Caffeine Challenge

Prompt: Something to do with the shadows

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We had a Swiss au pair when I was about eight. Her name was Ursula and she was training to be a teacher at the same time, so we used to walk to school together. I was used to cycling, and I was used to going by myself, but I liked Ursula so I didn’t resent the blow to my independence the way I might have done.

It was two miles to school.

One day, she used the walk to teach me my 4-times table. I had a block about it, for some reason. I could do my 3-times tables, and my 5-times table, and my 9-times table, but my brain seemed to judder on anything multiplied by four. We tried ‘double it and then double it again’ but it took too long. So then we beat it into submission via repetition. Four times three. Four times eight. Four times seven. Twelve times four. Over and over again, for two miles.

I can still multiply by four at the click of a finger.

One crisp February morning, it began to snow.

Ursula, being Swiss, was not impressed. She didn’t mind the snow, but she was baffled by the announcements of school closures on the radio and the people who refused to go to work because they didn’t want to drive in the millimetre of white dust. We walked to school as usual and she pointed at the snow falling around us. They must have been tiny, but in my memory they are round, fluffy balls, like cotton wool.

“You know, every snowflake is unique.”

“I know,” I said. I was too busy pretending to be a dragon to pay much attention. “They look different under a microscope.”

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Nᴏɪʀ (Cɪɴᴇᴍᴀ Vᴇʀ.pt2)

KILLER: Beauty and revenge are words that shouldn’t be together. Which is the price of the beauty? Is the revenge enough to fix yourself? Hey little girl, what happened to the shy person who you was? Your beauty is hurting me. Even if this is a joke, let me have you just for a night.(Kill Bill inspired)

I GUEES I NEED YOU: Day 1: She smiled to me… she is gorgeous. Why I can’t even share a word with her? … Day20: Finally I could enter to the sanctuary where this goddess is governing my heart, I couldn’t talk to her again, but I left her a note: “Hope you can see me tonight, because I’ve already done it… you’re so hot when you sleep, please, let me hug you just one night. Forever yours, Jung Daehyun”

CHIQUITA: Ladies and Gentlemans, are you ready? For the show that could save or change lifestyles. ‘Chiquita’ is coming. She doesn’t promise make disasters. She’ll destroy all the things that impede her to continue her way even If she has to kill you, but don’t worry this could be the second act. Welcome everyone to this musical. (Chicago inspired)

WALK: I walk all the nights with the hope that I’ll find you again but wipe clean the memories that are countless like the stars . I want to go back to the start, when I didn’t know you. The day I first met you I want to avoid that coincidence…we’ve never met, we’ve never loved. I know it’s difficult, but you’ve gone and I need to let you go. Love you, Yoo Youngjae. ‘Are you sure to send this message?’

NOW: How many years have to pass to forget a second? You aren’t here anymore, should told you how important you were for me. Where are you? I also forgot how you look like, I only have you in my memory, in my paintings. I’m sorry I promised you that I’ll be okay, but I can’t, when I took the brush my mind only want to return to the moment I painted you the first time. I loved you, I love you and I’ll love you forever. -Draft No. 267 of Moon Jongup.

KINGDOM: What would you be able of doing to have the absolute power? What do you need? Power? Wisdom? Patience or Innovation? Do you kill your friends if you can fulfill your wish? Can you die for someone? This is the real life, you have to fight if you want to be someone or you die being a jeer.

Hey! Hey! For those people who read all of this post… THANK YOU. Please, wait for ‘Skydive’ Individual Poster… could be amazing ;) yes, as you can see I’m a Brown Eyed Girls’s fan…(alsoiamworkingonmyownversionoftheFF0000image)

Walking down the street to the public library on a windy day, Abby struggled with the stack of books she was carrying in one hand while the grocery in the other. It had been a long day and she was overly exhausted with all the efforts she was putting in at work and the extra shifts she was doing because one of her colleagues was on vacation.

The librarian was her friend and would have not minded her returning the books even on a later date but Abby was not the kind to go against set rules and regulations, nor did she like to seek favours even if it were from a friend.

She wanted to be done with today’s errands as soon as possible so that she could return home, soak in a hot bubble bath and then lay on her warm bed with eyes closed till she had to get up to go to work again at dawn. It was only Tuesday, but she already felt like she had done a whole week’s work in those two days. 

The library was only a 10 minutes walk from the grocery store but the pace at which she was walking would have taken her no less than 30 minutes to cover that not very long distance.She wanted to walk fast and all though she was a slim built, tall, middle aged woman but at the moment her body was too weary to even carry her own weight,.

With every step she could feel her boots getting heavier.

While she continued her walk with no enthusiasm, on her way, she met with 7-year-old boys who were giggling and cracking jokes about her stooped posture and her slow as a turtle pace. She wished to scream at those kids and scare them away but she was too tired to waste her energy on them and instead cussed in a low exasperated voice. 

Oh, how she always disliked kids and this incident didn’t make it any better.

Though, she always wanted to change that by having kids of her own but all her relationships had been a fail so far and now she had even lost hope of being into one ever again which would not turn out to be a disappointment like all the others.

She tried to divert her attention from the nasty remarks of those kids and glanced at the sky but the grey and gloomy clouds didn’t make her feel any better, rather she felt even more dejected.

To her, it felt like the worst day ever and she just wanted it to end.

After 30 long minutes, she finally reached the library and at the sight of its front door, she became teary-eyed as she had thought she would never get to it today. It felt like a great accomplishment. 

And just when she thought that this day could not get any worse and that the rest of it might be better, she received a last minute call from her office.They wanted her to get back in an hour for a night’s shift. Her voice choked as she answered the call and she fell to the ground at the library gate breaking down into tears.

She had thought the library to be her final stop before home but now home felt like a distant dream. And all she knew was that the night was yet not over and that it was going to be one long night.  

She no more had a final destination in sight as it seemed nearly impossible tonight.

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He didn’t have to say it twice, I don’t know if Molly believed him the first time, and I don’t know what she would’ve done, but he could have just begged her to say it back. He didn’t have to say it twice. And after he says it once, his expression changes, the franticness drops, his tone transforms, and he says it again, in a realization, “I love you.”