so here are your favorite men

alright kids gather round for a lesson from your favorite tumblr art teacher on the difference between “animation style” and “sexist character design”

I know this comparison has been done to death but thats because its a good one so let’s look at some Ghibli couples

this, my friends, is an example of an animation style. yes, all the women have pretty much the same craniofacial structure. but look at who also does: the men!!!

now, here are some examples of animation that certainly has distinct style, but is still guilty of sexist character design

how can I tell, you ask? let’s break it down.

1. all lead Disney women fit into the exact same big-eyed tiny-nosed heart-shaped craniofacial structure

2. all the lead Disney men don;t

there all done its that simple

in case this is still not making sense for some of you I have created a fun visual guide to help

thanks for reading & have a great day

Dinner

credit to original owner for gif

Genre: pure smut

Words: 2,115

summary: you looked like a full course meal – and jeon sure as hell was starving


Smiling, you looked into the mirror and admired your reflection. Your black body con dress hugged you in all the right ways and your heels gave you that extra height that you’ve always wanted, despite still being shorter than your boyfriend. Tying a diamond choker around your neck, you applied a generous amount of makeup: subtle smoky eyes, mascara, lipstick, and a dash of brown eyeliner. You looked more than beautiful, instead of going for a cute look, you unknowingly went for sexy and stunning. You weren’t ever sure if the person staring back at in the mirror was really you. Tonight, you were going out to a private celebratory dinner with the boys as a congratulations for their Billboards award. By private, you meant only the boys and you. 7 boys and 1 girl, what could possibly go wrong?

Glancing at the clock, you remembered that the boys were waiting for you downstairs. You were currently at your home, but they decided that they should go all together since it’s more convenient. You were just thankful that you didn’t have to drive and use up your gas. Checking your appearance once more, you tucked a small strand of hair out of your face, smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles on your dress, and headed down the stairs. Upon your beauteous descendant, the sound of cameras going off instantly caught your attention.

“This is going to be my new background.” V unintentionally spoke aloud.

“You know… Jungkook is to your left, right?” Jimin whispered in his ear, trying to warn him.

Eyes widening, V’s body turned stiff as his head slowly turned to face Jungkook, wincing as his eyes fell upon his cold gaze. 

“I was joking!” V tried defending himself, but it was too late.

Jungkook was possessive of you, everyone knew that. If someone were messing with you and Jungkook felt as though you were threatened, he would rush to your aid. There was a time when he almost punched Jimin because he playfully hit you, but Junkook thought it was much more. Knowing this, the boys were very cautious when Jungkook was around, but once he left, they were free to mess around with you as much as they wanted. You loved being around them, despite Jungkook being like a second mother to you. They were all so caring and fun to be around, so you enjoyed every second with them and of course, Jungkook was right besides you. He wasn’t one of those clingy boyfriends, just the ones that tend to look out for you, even when it’s unnecessary. According to him “A king should always be protective over his queen. Without a queen, there is no king.” He was a good boyfriend and you made sure he knew that by flattering him everyday. 

“Oh god, Jungkook…” You began.

“What’s wrong? Is he bothering yo-”

“You look so damn good in that suit.” you praised, smirking as you checked him out from head to toe. “All of you look very handsome tonight.”

“I think I should leave you at home.” Jungkook glared as he proposed, watching your eyes trail all over his members.

Instantly refuting, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook, leaning in to give him a kiss, completely forgetting that you two were not the only ones in the room.

“I think we should leave both of you at home.” Namjoon scoffed, interrupting ‘the moment’.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Jin said, looking at Namjoon and shaking his head.

“Let’s go already. I’m hungry.” Yoongi whined as he pouted.

Agreeing with his complaint, you all filed out the door and transferred into the car. The car ride to the extravagant restaurant was filled with off key singing and imitations of one another.

“You guys remember how Namjoon danced during Blood Sweat and Tears, right?” V mentioned, bursting into laughter as Namjoon’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“I did the same choreography you guys did!” Namjoon defended.

“No, you didn’t.” All the members said in unison, causing Namjoon to sulk in his chair.

“Leave him alone, you dorks. I believe he did just fine!” you spoke up.

“Did you just call us a dork?” Hoseok playfully questioned, “You’re the youngest one here!” 

The seven men erupted in fits of laughter upon hearing this fact. It was true, you were younger, but only by a month. Jungkook was older by a month and yet although he dislikes the word ‘oppa’, he loved the way the syllable rolled off your tongue. The members would tease him about it, but he paid them no mind, only ever keeping his attention on you and only you. Once you had arrived, you all walked into the table out by on the balcony. This was your favorite kind of spot, so they made sure to book the entire area. The horizon was plastered with lovely strokes of blue and black, the moonlight contrasting your simple yet astounding makeup. But there was a problem. The servers had miscounted the chairs and you were the only one without a seat. 

“Excuse me!”, Jin called out, “We reserved a table for 8, not 7.”

The waiter’s expression instantly became apologetic as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, but we’re completely booked tonight. We don’t have any more chairs to spare.”

“That’s not our fault, you -” 

“It’s okay!” you chirped, “I’m sure we can figure something out.” 

Bowing as an apology, the waiter quickly walked away, flooding the scene.

“Do they want to see my wrath? How could they miscount?” Jin scolded.

You shook your head, slightly laughing at Jin’s remarks as you crossed your arms. “Seriously, it’s oka-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook pulled you on top of his lap and wrapped his arms around the waist. The men at the table instantly praised him for his manliness while your cheeks instantly heated up.

“Jungkook! This isn’t necessary, come o-”

“Babe, it’s fine.” Jungkook interrupted, preventing any further discussion. 

Clearly defeated, you sighed and continues to sit on his lap. Momentarily after ordering, you reached over to grab your glass of water. Upon doing so, you just so happened to roughly brush your ass on his crotch, causing him to choke on his steak.

“You better not be doing that on purpose.” Jungkook warned, releasing a low growl in your ear which sent chills down your spine.

“That was an accident.” you said before returning to drinking your water.

At first, it was unintentional, but you loved the way Jungkook got aroused. He was always teasing you in bed, so it’s not unfair to do it back, now is it? Dropping your napkin on purpose, you bent over the table to reach for it, going painfully slow as you rubbed against him. He choked back a loud moan as he gripped your thigh. 

“So that’s how you want to play, huh?” You didn’t have to look back to know that he was smirking.

You pretended to not hear him as you continued to binge on the side dishes, but the moment you felt his hands slithering under the thin fabric of your dress, you knew the night was going to be agonizingly long. Acting as if his actions had not phased you, you began to talk to Yoongi about his music.

“Is it safe to suspect a second mixtape being released soon?” you playfully asked him, putting your hand over Jungkook’s as you attempted to stop his hands from sliding into your panties. But it was too late.

Softly, yet roughly, playing with your clit, you harshly swallowed a sound of pleasure as you gripped onto his wrists, unable to stop his movements.

“I would believe so. I’m working on a new track with Jimin and it’s going very well.” Yoong said,  praising the younger one in which Jimin smiled shyly in response. 


As the men talked amongst themselves, Jungkook took this as an opportunity to slip two fingers in between your wet folds. Eyes widening, you nearly hit the table in shock. Luckily for the both of you, you were seated at the edge of the table. Not only that, the table cloth covered his hands under your dress and Jungkook’s tailored black suit prevented anyone from seeing his movements.

“Don’t you think this is a little too far?” you said, speaking loud enough for only Jungkook to hear.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He feigned innocence as he began leaving butterfly kisses down your back.

Curling his fingers, you bit your lip painfully hard as you clenched the table. Picking up the pace, his fingers pumped in and out of you, your wetness drenching his fingers whole. When your walls began to clench around his digits, he smirked and pulled his fingers out, causing you to release a small whine as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Lift your ass up a bit.” Jungkook softly demanded.

Obeying his orders, you heard the sound of his dressed pants slowly unzipping. Oozing with wetness, you could only think of the pleasure that was bound to follow.Two hand on your waist lowering you down, you gently grasped his erection between your hands, placing it at your entrance. Without any warning, Jungkook shoved you down on him, causing you to accidentally release a loud moan as he shut his eyes in pleasure and rested his head on your back, unable to look his members due to embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked, concern washing over his defined features.

You profusely shook your head, “I bit my tongue really hard.” 

Laughing at your silliness, they continued carrying on with their conversation, completely oblivious about the scene that was playing right before they very own eyes. 

“You got to be quiet, baby. We don’t want them to find out, now do we?” Jungkook whispered into your ears as he played with your clit.

“N-No.” you whispered.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook teased, clearly enjoying how you were so sexually frustrated.

“No.” you repeated more confidently, earning a sexy chuckle from him.

Slowly moving up and down, you had created enough friction to satisfy the both of you. With your hands over Jungkook’s, he continuously fondled you as he thrusted in and out. It was nearly impossible to be ‘quiet’ seeing as to how his thrusts were small, yet so powerful. His penetration had you completely filled, every movement was pure bliss. The night was ending and everyone was exhausted, clearly bloated from all they had eaten. Splitting the check evenly, the men started to rise from their seats, causing you both to halt your little performance. 

“You guys go first, I need to talk to her privately.” Jungkook said with respect, despite being balls deep in your pussy. 

Unaware of the situation, they quietly left you guys alone while closing the door as well as the balcony curtains. Conveniently enough, you sighed in relief which only lasted momentarily before Jungkook pulled out quickly as he stood up from his chair, bending you over the table. 

“You’ve been quite naughty tonight, haven’t you?” Jungkook said, rubbing his dick inbetween your folds, but refusing to put it in.

“Yes.”

“You need to be punished.”

“Please, punish me.” You begged as you put both hands on your ass, giving him a better view of your exposed body. 

Without a second thought, he thrusted into you, causing you to moan. You could be as loud as you want since everybody had left and the music was being blasted in the main room. No security cameras. No waiters. Nothing. Nothing but you and Jungkook.

Grasping your boob with one hand and the other gently on your throat, Jungkook’s thrust became more and more deep which means that your moans became louder, completely filling the air of the still night. Clenching around him, he gave you one last hard penetration as you both came simultaneously. Fortunately, you were on birth control which Jungkook highly appreciated. Standing up, you sat on the table as you faced him.

“I meant to say it earlier, but you looked amazing tonight.” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile.

“So did you.” you retorted, “but I wish I had eaten more. The food was pretty good.”

Sliding a single digit between your folds, he brought his finger up to lips, seductively licking them clean.

“I’m pretty full.” 

For The Pack; Part Two

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Roman Reigns/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Who’s thirsty?! I’ve missed you guys! Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes, KING CAPTAIN @hardcorewwetrash and the leading authority on A/B/O, @writergrrrl29. Enjoy!


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Check to the Heart (Part 6/?)

Bucky x Reader

Modern day Hockey AU

SUMMARY: You are the daughter of one of the greatest hockey players to ever play the game, now as owner of the Avengers, he is bringing your childhood crush Bucky Barnes to the team.  The minute he sees you in your father’s office, you can tell by the smirk on his face he hadn’t forgot about your crush either.  This is going to be fun.

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The night after the bake sale, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.  Peggy’s words filled your mind and you knew she was right.   You assumed Bucky had some sort of feelings for you.  At least he did in the past according to Steve.  Why would he make so much effort to get back in your good graces if he didn’t feel something for you.   Plus he kissed you yesterday, just on the cheek, but still.  It had to mean something right?

You were set to meet up with the guys after their morning skate to wish them luck.  You would be sitting in your father’s box to watch the game.  Most of the spouses only showed up for a game every once in awhile but you were there every game.  Partly because it was your job, and partly because you loved the game so much.

After a lot of thought, you decided Peggy was right and you were going to take a chance.  You look at the jersey you were wearing taking in the Avengers logo, you’d hoped this would be enough of a hint for Bucky as to your feelings.   Wearing Bucky’s jersey would make a statement, not only to him but everyone else.  You hadn’t been this nervous in a long time.

Sitting at your desk you pick at your fingernails, the boys would be here any minute.   A soft knock on the door tells you that you were right.  “Come in”

Your two favorite men came in wearing matching grins.  They both plop down on the plush couch you kept in your office. “Well sweetheart, tell me how awesome I am so I can win this game.”

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Quiet Village

Gaston x Reader

This is the second addition to my little series. Here is the first.

Thank you all for your positive feedback, this is now my second imagine I’ve ever written I hope you all enjoy. 

I’m also accepting requests so don’t be shy. Please be patient with me for I am busy with work and other social commitments, Part 3 should be out around tomorrow night (maybe). 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,280

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mcmasque  asked:

Hello love! Can I ask for your favorite/literally any and all Musichetta hcs? Thank you!

Whoop Whoop here I go!

  • 6′2′’, she’s so tall, so beautiful. She’s been told so many times tall girls shouldn’t wear heels because “Men don’t like it when girls are taller than them”. Musichetta will crush them under her heel, if you think she cares.
  • Cameroonian from her father and Italian from her mother. They both met in France and stayed there ever since.
  • Food puritan. Good food takes TIME. Good food is slow cooked for 4 hours with fresh products and a sprinkle of love.
  • When she hosts, she’s one of those people who are like: “Oh it’s okay I made something simple to nibble on” *gestures towards 50 party sized dishes*
  • Gold ink tattoos. She has a trinity symbol on her wrist to symbolise Joly, Bossuet and herself
  • Rock climber extraordinaire. Goes on rock climbing hikes with Combeferre and Feuilly sometimes. Could crush a watermelon with her biceps
  • Teaches self-defense voluntarily in a Parisian university
  • So many crop tops
  • The Mom Friend™ , but not the “sweet and overbearing” mom friend, she’s the “will call you out on your bullshit and help you grow” mom friend

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite things about bellamy (and also bob)

OK here are a few because I could really truly honestly write a trilogy on what I love about these two men!!!

Bellamy Blake

1. he has the purest soul and the best intentions

2. he doesn’t realise how beautiful he is

3. his shoulders. don’t touch me if you don’t think Bellamy’s shoulders/collarbones/neck are the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen like they’re so perfect leave me alone

4. how passionate he is, how willing he is to fight for what he believes in

5. his love for mythology. what an intellectual, I’m so in love

6. not something that makes me happy but: his inner battle between subconscious and conscious. his fight between what he wants to do and what he doesn’t ultimately let himself do. the Bellamy he presents to us is refined, repressed and a product of self-conditioning and it’s very sad to see

7. his sense of humour, it’s so sardonic and sarcastic I love him

8. his power strut. the way he walks and runs is quite majestic

Bob Morley

1. he’s the total opposite of Bellamy and that’s hilarious

2. how passionate he is about raising awareness for mental health! the man got a damn tattoo for the cause, that’s absolutely beautiful!

3. his acting abilities floor me. the time and effort and blood and sweat and tears he puts into playing Bellamy is so impressive

4. he’s so sweet to fans! he really engages with everyone he meets

5. he gets so sheepish when people compliment him and he can’t seem to take a compliment it’s so cute

6. his laugh!!!!! is perhaps the greatest thing I’ve ever heard to date

7. his answers to con questions about Bellamy are very well-spoken and he really does seem to understand Bellamy in a way I have not seen in other actors

8. his building skills – excellent. wish he would build me a chair

Daddy Poly! McHanzo Chapter 1

Life had always been pretty good for you, giving you enough to be content with life. Your family loved you dearly, just as you loved them, and you had some amazing friends. Working at the diner kind of sucked sometimes because you had to deal with hungry, crabby people during lunch rush but most people were nice and regular’s always gave you great tips. More than enough for you to have a nice place with your best friend and no limits on your cell phone. Since life had been good to you, you weren’t a very wary person.

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Our Kind Of Love (Part 6/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

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an “I gotta kiss you before you leave” kind of love

Steve was having an off morning.  Like way off.  He just couldn’t figure out why the hell everything was going wrong.  His morning started off like any other, he woke to you in his arms, followed by a good morning kiss and coffee.  Then you had left earlier than normal after an emergency call from the hospital.

Steve decided since the weather was so beautiful, he would take his motorcycle to the tower.  It was a great idea till it started raining exactly two minutes after he left the apartment.   Steve cursed his luck but it was a short trip and a little water wouldn’t hurt him.  That was until the bike made an awful rumble noise and puttered to a stop.  Steve was only a mile from the tower, and he was a super soldier, so he decided to push his bike the rest of the way.

Once his bike was safely in the tower garage, he headed to get changed for his training session with Bucky and Sam.  After he had changed into his workout gear he started his workout routine.  He always started his regime by stretching.  He rolled his shoulders back, stretched each arm over his head, and cracked his neck.  Just as Bucky and Sam walked into the gym, Steve bent down to touch his toes.

A loud ripping noise stopped all three men, Steve looked to the sky as if he was willing a higher power to strike him down.  His pants had ripped and his underwear was on show for Sam and Bucky.  While his two (ex) best friends had doubled over with laughter, Steve had groaned and marched back to the lockers to change again.

When he returned the gym floor he sat on one of the benches going over his morning trying desperately to figure out what had caused his morning to be awful.

“You okay man? You seem off today.” Sam sat next to steve on the bench placing a hand on his shoulder.

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And the She-Wolf Fell for the Lion...

((SORRY ANON…but I couldn’t fit the reader going with him to KL when Cat frees him. This is going to take a few parts to completely answer your prompt because…..well….with Stark x Lannister, it would have be a more slow burning love right?))

Word Count: 2,075

Warning: NSFW SMUT BUTTTT only at the way end and like…..three lines lol

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Monsta X reaction to seeing their s/o being flirted by two men who speaks their language during a date

cont: and while he’s away (like buying something or idk)

requested by anon~

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Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Shownu; Shownu couldn’t believe what he was seeing, especially when he just went to throw his bottle. There were two young men who were already closing in and it was completely written all over your face that you weren’t interested in them and was about to leave when one of the guys took a hold of your hand, which Shownu finally had enough of. Making his way towards you, he’d actually clear his throat and slap away the hands of the man, giving him that look on the gif. When the men didn’t seem to budge, Shownu would actually crack his knuckles and ask if they have any problem and when finally noticed that Shownu was serious, they’d run off and leave the two of you, leaving Shownu slightly pissed but in a happy mood since you’ve wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for saving you from those creeps.

Oh, where are you going little kitty? *smirks at you while the grip around your wrists tightens, making you wince in pain*”

“Let go off me–” “*clears his throat and smacks the man’s hand away, making him remove his hands off of you* What the heck are you doing?”

“*scoffs and steps up, eyeing Shownu from head to toe* Who might you be–”

“*cracks his knuckles and glares at the man* Do you have any problem? I guess you want to take this problem outside– *the two men dashes away* Tss.”

Originally posted by kihqun

Wonho; The last thing Wonho would expect to see once he comes back from ordering both your drinks was seeing two men flirting with his girl. Wonho had already noticed these men before the two of you even chose your seats and he knew they were trouble. He would angrily chew on his gum with the number on his hands, making his way back to you with his eyes never leaving the men who were now trying to take hold of your hand. He would loom over the man who really tried to touch you and would literally speak up behind him, making the man jump and look back to see Wonho’s strong arms going past through his face as he places the number on the table. A smirk would be found on Wonho’s face as he brings his arms back, looking down at the man with an eyebrow raised. He may look friendly but the tone of his voice would be icy cold and he wouldn’t really think twice and let the men know that you’re his and they have to piss off before they could even regret walking up to you and flirt with you. And to your surprise, Wonho would be all smiles when the men bowed and apologized for what they’ve done and it’d be as if nothing really happened.

Excuse me, what the heck are you trying to do with my woman? *fake smile, eyes boring onto the man’s head*”

“What the heck— Oh…. *starts to sweat when he sees Wonho* U-uh, we’re just trying to make friends with her.”

“Oh? Really? You call ‘holding her hand’ as making friends? I don’t think so. I’ll count up to three, and if you’re still here, I wouldn’t hold back and break every single bone you have. 1….. 2…. *the two men starts to get up and bow, apologizing for ever going near you* How cute… *takes a seat right in front of you and smiles* I ordered your favorite.”

“What was that, Wonho?” “What’s what? *innocently blinks at you*”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk; It hasn’t been a minute when Minhyuk saw two men walking up to you while you waited for him as he volunteered to pay for both of your clothes. He wouldn’t be too happy when he sees the men closing up on you but he’d be pretty amused by how you flashed them your fakest smile and excused yourself, to which would have Minhyuk relieved and would turn his attention back to the line. But when it was already his turn, he took a quick glance at you and noticed how uncomfortable you’ve become when the two men decided to walk up to you again. Let’s just say Minhyuk quickly paid for the clothes and immediately slung an arm around your shoulder and smiled at you, acting like he doesn’t even notice the two men glaring at him. Minhyuk would also place emphasis on the endearments and would just pull you away from the boys and out of the place, only to have him whining the minute he steps foot out of the shop. Minhyuk would ramble about what happened and would ask you about it, like what did they tell you or did you know them and many more. But soon enough, he’d be distracted by the sight of puppies, asking you if you guys could adopt one.

Oh baby, I’m so sorry if it took me long enough to pay for our clothes for our honeymoon next week. *smiles lovingly at you and places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him*”

“*glares at Minhyuk and eyes him from head to toe*”

“*purposely hits the man on the face when he slings the bag on his shoulder* Let’s go baby! *pulls you out of the shop and his smile would be replaced with a pout* Baby, what was that? The nerve of those men, didn’t they see how uncomfortable you were when they approached you or something? *sighs* Baby, what did they tell you? I bet they asked you for your number or something… *sees puppies* BABE! PUPPIESSSSS!!!! *drags you towards the puppies* Can we adopt one?”

“No, babe.”

Originally posted by wullahs

Kihyun; It was just another picnic day for you and Kihyun and you were busy munching on some of the kimbap he made when he kindly excused himself as he badly needed to go to the bathroom. When he’s finally relieved, he goes out of the bathroom and sees two men ogling over you and was trying to flirt with you. He knows that you’re beautiful but he’d be utterly surprised to see two men going up to you. He wouldn’t be too happy about it and would immediately make his way back to you and would actually ask them if they need something or if they’re lost or something. But when the men would just snicker and ignore him, he’d actually tell them to piss off before everything get’s bloody hell and he wouldn’t really sugarcoat the insults that would leave his mouth. Thankfully, the men left without even apologizing, which would leave Kihyun in an awful mood that he’d be stuff a couple of kimbaps in his mouth and would look like an angry hamster. When you tried to comfort him, he’d just look at you and would ask you why you have to be so beautiful to attract random men.

Baby, are you sulking or what? *looks at Kihyun and sees him stuffing his face with some kimbap*”

“*glances towards your direction and back on the kimbap in front of him*”

“*Aww, baby, what’s wrong? *coos at him and pulls him into a hug, only to be surprised by his questions*”

“Why do have to be so beautiful to the point that you attract random men? *pouts*”

“I don’t know, ask your future mom&dad-in-law.”

Originally posted by faidream

Hyungwon; Hyungwon wouldn’t really mind at first since he was in the midst of ordering a couple of desserts and drinks for the two of you. But when he was waiting for the drinks and desserts at the counter, he wouldn’t be able to rip his eyes off of you and the two men, who were giving you such flirty smiles and stares, which kind of ticked Hyungwon off. When the orders were already complete, Hyungwon would be walking towards your table with an ominous aura emitting off from him and it’d only take the second guy to notice him and break into a cold sweat when he saw the look on Hyungwon’s face. He would actually be politely asking them if they have any problem or what not, and when they replied a no, he would actually directly ask them why were they there in the first place and the two men wouldn’t even bother responding as they’re already running away for their lives. Hyungwon would just place the desserts and drinks on the table and ask you if were you hurt or something.

Babe… thanks for shooing them away… *glances at Hyungwon’s expression than to the strawberry cake*”

“No worries. *takes his seat and looks at you with the same look on the gif* Did they touch you or hurt you? *takes a hold of your hand and stares directly into your eyes*”

“No…. but they were kinda creepy tho..”

“*sighs* I should’ve taught them a lesson or two..”

Originally posted by mizz-apple2016

Jooheon; Well, actually, you and Jooheon were actually cross-dressing since the two of you lost a bet. The two of you were at Gongcha, and since you are the guy, you’re the one who’s ordering while Jooheon’s left outside, waiting for you with his silky hair flowing down his shoulder. Somehow, he would get really flustered when two men walked up to him and started flirting with him but in a different language. Jooheon wouldn’t know to react but would just laugh and speak out a word or two that he’d learned from you and would fiddle on his skirt. But when the men didn’t leave, Jooheon would immediately talk to them with his usual voice and would literally tell them that he’s a guy. And when they’ve finally left, you’d come back to see a blushing Jooheon, who immediately hugged you and told you what happened with the same expression on the gif. You wouldn’t understand at first but when you come across the two men, he’d point at them and tell you that they flirted with him, thinking that he was a girl.

Babe, are you alright? *walks up to him with worry, but only to be surprised by Jooheon’s sudden hug*”

“Babe babe babe, you wouldn’t believe what just happened.”

“What? *looks at him weirdly and pulls away from the hug to let him carry the other bag of drinks*”

“There were two men who flirted with me and they thought I was a girl!! *laughing* Man, am I that cute? *aegyo pose*”

“Babe, let’s just go home….”

Originally posted by livelovelunch

I.M; Changkyun was in the middle of choosing some cup ramyeon for the two of you to feast on when he caught a glimpse of two men walking up to you while giving you some flirty smile and wink. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from letting out an omg. It has actually been the nth time since you’ve flirted with men who spoke the same language with you. Grabbing two cup ramyeon, he would immediately pay for it and walk up to you, excusing the two of you from the two males and dragging you away from them. Changkyun wouldn’t really talk some senses into them since he would just drag you away and have the two of you eat some cup ramyeon at his studio. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from talking about how this is the 20th time you’ve been picked on and how this needs to stop and how he should buy some pepper spray for you next time and many more, and this will go on for 20 minutes, only to be silenced by you kissing him on the lips, making him grin widely.

What should I get for [y/n]? Hmm… *taps his lower lip and was about to get you some shin ramyeon when he catches a glimpse of the two men walking up to you* Oh my goodness… when will this stop?! *grabs two random ramyeon and pays for it; hurriedly walks out of the convenience store and takes a hold of your wrists and fake smiles* Excuse me, but I have to get my GIRLFRIEND away from the two of you. Okay? BYE. *drags you away from them*”

“That was fast… *looks at him and sees him with an exasperated look*”

“[y/n], this is the 20th time that you’ve been hit on! I guess we have to eat at my studio… Baby, this needs to stop. You’re getting prettier and prettier by the day and and… for sure you’re gonna get hit on the next time you go out… .Should I buy you some pepper spray? I heard that it’s– *silenced by your kiss, grins widely when you pull away*”

Not a Good Idea

Sister Reader x Winchesters

An Anon request: The Winchester’s sister sneaks out to a party and does something she regrets (gets drunk). That second part is only if you feel comfortable with it.

Warnings: Mentions of assault

Downing another shot of whiskey, you ordered another one, taking it out to the dance floor. Swaying your hips in time to the music, you swallowed the shot hole, turning to smile at the man whose hands were residing on your waist. “You have some moves sweetheart.” He slurred. Spurred on by his compliment, you made your moves even more dramatic, ignoring your conscious that told you this wasn’t such a clever idea.

It wasn’t even the fact that you were underage. Learning a thing or two from your half-brother’s, you had made a couple of fake id’s, for you and your friends. Sneaking out of the house while your brother’s hand been hunting, you had hitched a ride with your older friend, heading straight towards the newest night club.

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raychael  asked:

I hope this doesn't seem like a weird question,, but do you think you could recommend some poets?

MY TIME HAS COME

oh man. oh man, friend, i love me some poetry. here’s a list of mostly but not entirely contemporary poets (i didn’t pick an accompanying poem for everyone because i am both lazy and indecisive sorry but check them all out):

my current fave is ocean vuong (his poem trevor is incredible and makes me feel some Emotions)
i also adore buddy wakefield (we were emergencies is personal fave)
jorge luis borges (his essays and short stories are incredible as well)
anne carson
rainer maria rilke
i’m a big fan of keats tbh
and t.s. eliot (i know it’s a cliche but the hollow men is so good)
margaret atwood (we are hard has some poignant-ass lines)
pablo neruda (clenched soul is one of my all-time favorites)
andrea gibson (i’m gonna rec two poems: the nutritionist and i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out)
derrick brown
sarah kay
anis mojgani
clementine von radics
daphne gottlieb (why things burn)
azra tabassum
samuel beckett (cascando)
jenny holzer
sierra demulder (ninety-five grievances to god: abridged)

listen i could. go on for a while so i’m gonna stop here but please reblog/comment/etc with your own recommendations that’d be rad

I’m Never Going to Leave You - Part 3

My first ever fanfic attempts. Part one can be found here, Part two here.  Enjoy!

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“You.”  Nesta was startled by a voice at the library doorway.  “I knew I liked you.”  With a coy grin Amren walked into the library.

“Amren,” Cassian snickered at her, “I thought you were still at Summer.  What happened?  Get sick of your boy toy alrea-“  He chocked on the rest of his sentence as Varian walked in behind Amren.  

Varian raised an eyebrow at Cassian, almost daring him to finish that sentence.  Instead, Cassian strode over to him and clasped arms with him.  “No harm meant, Varian.”

As the two men continued talking, Amren made her way over to Nesta.  “It’s about time you did something about Morrigan and her behavior towards you.  Just watch out for whatever she might have in store for you after this.”

“I can take care of myself.” Nesta replied cooly.  

“We’ll see about that, girl.  You haven’t done a very good job of it for the past month, have you?”

Nesta’s gray-blue eyes sparked and narrowed in anger at Amren.  How dare this little female blatantly call her out on her behavior this past month!  “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.  It’s not like you’ve been around here to help in any way, too busy with your…Varian.”  Nesta blushed at almost having called him her boy toy like Cassian had.

Amren chuckled.  “It’s good to see you still have that fire in you.  You’re going to need it.”

Before Nesta could ask what she meant, Cassian and Varian joined them.  “So what brings the two of you back to the Night Court, little monster?”

“Watch it, Cassian, or you’ll be missing your favorite dangling parts before you can put them to good use.”  Although she was considerably shorter than he was, Amren still smirked down her nose at Cassian, who foolishly wasn’t backing down an inch.

Thankfully, Varian answered his question.  “Amren brought me here so I could ask a favor of you.  I’d like the opportunity for me and my men to train with you and the Illyrian army.”

By the look on his face, Cassian was clearly surprised by this request.  Nesta was confused.  “What do you mean, train?  The war is over.”

“THIS war is over, but there is always another war, girl.”  Ignoring Nesta’s bristling stare, Amren moved over to the couch and sat down.  “It may be soon or it may be centuries in the future, but there is always someone fighting somewhere and inevitably we will have to get involved. It’s best to be prepared.  Besides, what else are those men going to do with all that time on their hands every day?”  Snorting, Amren waved her hand and a tray of fruit appeared on the end table.  She picked up a strawberry while Varian plucked up a pair and sat down next to her.

Cassian nodded in agreement.  “It’s best to keep training every day, no matter that it’s a time of peace now.  Think of how much worse it would have been against Hybern if we hadn’t had trained warriors to fight him.”  Nesta flinched at the reminder that her lack of training with her powers had nearly cost Cassian his life, and did cost thousands of warriors their lives.  It had also killed her father.  Her guilt resurfaced with a vengeance, and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

Turning to Varian, Cassian explained to him, “I’ll have to get permission from my High Lord and Lady.  I’m assuming you have Tarquin’s approval to make this request?”  At Varian’s nod, Cassian continued, “Then I’ll ask them when I see them in the morning.”  Cassian picked up a bunch of grapes and began popping them into his mouth, chewing silently, already strategizing for the training that would take place.

Nesta’s heart was beginning to race.  Another war?  Would there be one again soon?  Who would it be this time?  Perhaps the human queens were even now gathering forces, forming plans for the destruction of Prythian.  Vassa had said her fellow queens posed a threat.  The Wall was gone, the Treaty was voided and there was still a lot of unknowns in the future between Prythian and the humans.  Peace was still a fleeting hope, nothing solid.  And who knew what other monsters lurked in these lands, or across the seas?

Nesta shivered and tightened her hold on her arms, gulping in air in quick little gasps as her mind spiraled into the darkness she’d been fighting off earlier, fighting off forever it now seemed.  She couldn’t do this.  She couldn’t survive another war, she couldn’t watch as thousands fought and died and everyone she knew risked their lives again.  They would depend on her for something and she would fail them, again, and this time someone else would die, maybe this time it would be someone she couldn’t live without, someone like-

Cassian’s grip on her shoulders tightened, he was standing right in front of her, she hadn’t even seem him move closer to her.  “Nesta, it’s ok.  Nothing is happening.  We are still here, still in the library.  I’m right here.  I’m with you.”  His soothing voice and calming words broke through her panic and he watched as her breathing slowed and evened out.  Slowly her gray-blue eyes regained their focus and she locked her gaze onto his hazel eyes until she could breathe easily again.  Embarrassed, she glanced over to the couch and found it empty.

“I told them we’d catch up with them at breakfast. They didn’t notice anything.  At least, Varian didn’t.  Who knows what Amren sees?”  With a little smirk Cassian dropped his hands from her shoulders and the absence of their warmth made her shiver.  “How about we go up to the roof and relax for a while before bed?”  Only the lack of any innuendo in his voice convinced her to go along, so she nodded her head and followed him to the roof.

He held the door open for her as she followed him onto the rooftop.  Making their way to the lounge chairs, Cassian sat on a swinging bench designed to accommodate his wings.  Nesta sat next to him, and he rhythmically swung them back and forth, using one foot to push them to and fro.  They remained silent as they listened to the sounds of Valaris, the quiet murmur of adult voices and the laughter of children on the evening air.  Settling himself more comfortably in the swing he spread an arm across the back of the bench behind Nesta and closed his eyes, careful not to crowd her.

Looking up at his profile, Nesta studied the shape of his forehead, the curl of his hair around his jawline, the outline of his lips.  She remembered being surprised at their softness when he kissed her on the battlefield.  She wouldn’t have thought those lips could be so gentle.  And warm.  She remembered the blaze of heat she felt as his lips touched hers, so briefly.  Too briefly.  She shivered, and Cassian, feeling her tremble, opened his eyes and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.  “There’s a bit of a chill up here tonight, isn’t there?”  

Humming something noncommittal, Nesta snuggled in closer to Cassian’s warmth, feeling a thrill along her spine as his arm wrapped more tightly around her, holding her closer to his body.  Tentatively, she laid her head on his shoulder as he started to rock them back and forth once more.  Soon, his warmth and the gentle sway of the swing had her eyes drooping, and as she nestled in deeper against Cassian she thought she heard him murmur right before she fell asleep, “Sleep, Nesta.  I’m not going to leave you.”

Her Instinct - Chapter 18

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The Cover Photo for this Chapter is the 3rd Place Winner of the Her Instinct Cover Contest by @jokerfanfic (tumblr & wattpad). Congrats again!~

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So it turns out that I wrote so much for this chapter, I have enough for two chapters! So this one is not as long, but Chapter 19 will be out in a couple of days! That means 2 chapters in ONE week! 0.o

====So I want to do a little experiment and get in the minds of you all, my wonderful readers. When you’re done reading this chapter, please inbox/message me this. Feel free to be anonymous. I just like to hear your thoughts!====

1. You’re age

2. Why do you like the story/What makes you come back to read a new chapter?

3. What’s your favorite part so far?

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Chapter 18 - Masquerade 


This chapter was inspired by the song “Bad Decisions” by Ariana Grande. Feel free to listen as you read!

New Year’s Eve was finally here! Mr. Leto had escorted us to our rooms earlier, but quickly fled saying he had to help with preparations for the night and that he would see us at the ball. He left us exquisite masks as parting gifts. Each of them labeled. He said he wanted to know who we were. The thing about this ball is everyone was to wear black; gowns for ladies and tuxes for men. And rightfully so, this place seemed like a palace fit for a king and queen – and I loved it!

My mom received a studded gold mask with beading outlining the brim. Allegra had a purple sequined one with a flower on its right side. I had the exact same mask but ruby red.

And Nico had a black mask that almost covered his whole little face.

We were finally ready. I was excited!

As we entered, the hall was compete breathtaking and absolutely huge. Everything was gold, from the floors to the walls to the ceiling.

I looked about the room at faceless strangers swallowed by the sea of colors and feathers on their faces. What a sight!

I searched the room for Mr. Leto, but after 5 seconds, I found him. I knew that man anywhere, even if it’s what felt like a football field’s length away from the other side of the ballroom. My heart fluttered as I gazed upon him. He was the image of suave in his black tailored tux.

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Gaston but about Jason Todd

[ROY]
Gosh, it disturbs me to see you Jason
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here’d love to be you, Jason!
Even when taking your lumps
There’s no man in town as admired as you
You’re everyone’s favorite bat-guy
Everyone’s awed and inspired by you
And it’s not very hard to see why

No one’s slick as Jason
No one’s quick as Jason
No one’s neck’s as incredibly thick as Jason
For there’s no bat in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!

[ROY/MEN]
You can ask any Tim, Dick, or Batsy
And they’ll tell you whose team they’d prefer to be on

Who shoots darts like Jason?
Who breaks hearts like Jason?
Who’s much more than the sum of his parts like Jason?

And they’ll tell you whose team they’d prefer to be on

[JASON]
As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!

[ALL]
My, what a guy, that Jason!

[JASON]
I needed encouragement
Thank you, Roy!

[ROY]
Well, there’s no one as easy to bolster as you!
-hugs too log-
Too much?

[JASON]
…Yep

[ALL]
No one fights like Jason
Douses lights like Jason

[Roy]
In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Jason

[JASON]
On patrol, I sneak up with my pistols
And mobs of Gotham say a prayer
First, I carefully aim with a missile
Then I shoot from behind

[ROY]
Is that fair?

[JASON]
I don’t care

[ALL]
No one hits like Jason
Matches wits like Jason

[ROY]
In a spitting match, nobody spits like Jason

[JASON]
I’m especially good at expectorating!

[spits]

[ALL]
Ten points for Jason!

[JASON]
When I was a lad, I punched four dozen heads
Every morning to help me get large
And now that I’m grown, I punch five dozen heads
So I’m roughly the size of a barge!

[ROY/MEN]
Who has brains like Jason?
Entertains like Jason?

[JASON]
Who can make up these endless refrains like Jason?
I use weapons in all of my decorating

[ALL]
Say it again
Who’s a man among men?
Who’s the super success?
Don’t you know? Can’t you guess?
Ask his fans and his five hangers-on
There’s just one guy in town
Who’s got all of it down…

[ROY]
And his name’s J-A-Y…
J-A-Y-S

[JASON]
Dude, it’s J-A-S-O-N. You know this.

[ALL]
Jason!

Daddy Daze - Bye Bye (Steve)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve is leaving on a mission and your 3 year old Maggie is not happy.

A/n:  part of the Daddy Daze Series (MasterList) Please send any Dad!Bucky or Dad!Steve head cannons and I will try to incorporate them. (Tagging is open)


Steve was packing for his newest mission in the living room while watching your 3 year old daughter Maggie, while you make dinner.  Maggie adored her dad and was slowly beginning to understand that when his shield and black duffle bag appear that he was once again leaving.  Maggie toddled around the room and saw Bucky’s Brooklyn sweatshirt that he had left at the house earlier in the day.

“Nuncle Bucky shirt” She says pointing at it trying to gain her father’s attention.  Steve looks up at her smiling.  Getting up from the couch he moves to grab the shirt wrapping it around her like a cape while she babbles at him.

“Come help your old man pack baby doll.”  He picks her up placing her beside him on the couch.  Steve starts folding his shirts and placing them in his bag.  He realizes after a moment, Maggie’s babbles had stopped.

Maggie sat beside him inspecting the items in his bag.  He could see her mind calculating what was happening, so far he had only packed his bag.   He knew when he pulled his shield out of the closet, a temper tantrum may occur.  Getting up quietly he moved toward the closet.  Maggie failed to notice his movement.  She was too busy stuffing her doll deep into his bag.

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David Duchovny in NYC

Forgive me ahead of time. I tend to be detailed in my reviews so this will probably be long. I’ve never met David or seen him perform so this was all new and exciting for me.

As soon as I heard that David would be performing an hour or so plane ride from me, I decided that I was going. It was a tossup between NYC and Boston, but I chose NYC because I have friends there (they aren’t DD fans) and I haven’t been there since 2000 so I decided I’d stay for three days. I was flying out from Montreal the day of the concert at 6:40am, to arrive in NYC at 8am. I was up at 3:30am and at the airport by 4:50. Everything was fine and then I got on the plane and that’s when things started to go horribly wrong. The plane had a computer glitch. We had to go back to the gate. This problem lasted 90 minutes. After two attempts to leave, the pilot informed us that the flight was canceled. Panic and anger at Air Canada set in. There were now 300 people looking for another flight to NYC.

I got on the phone with Expedia and it took them 40 mins to find me a flight on another airline before 1pm. But I had to book it through the Air Canada agent. By the time that it was my turn, the flight was sold out and so were all the other flights leaving before noon. They also told me that LaGuardia was sold out so my only option was a 1:30pm flight landing at Newark which is a 45m to an hour from the hotel that I had booked. I had no choice so I took it. It was  9:30am and I had all this time to kill. I spent it stressing out that I was doomed not to see David.  I was also supposed to meet up with Valerie @vavieddfan and some others for lunch so I hoped I could find her when I got to the venue.

At noon, I went to the gate and they told me the gate had been changed and that the flight was delayed to 2pm due to bad storms in NYC. I was in tears again. By the time we took off, it was 2:20. I was quite nauseated while we were landing and almost passed out when I got off the plane. Nerves, stress, fatigue and lack of food. Thanks to the kind man who assisted me down the jet way so I wouldn’t keel over. I didn’t want to pay the $80 for cab fare so I called Uber and of course, my app decided to act up. It took me 12 minutes to get a driver. Someone had told me to be at sound check by 5:45 and it was now after 4. I looked like crap and I knew I wouldn’t have time to fix myself.

I got to the hotel at 5pm, flew into my room, changed my clothes and freshened my makeup. I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair so I clipped it up and hoped I looked okay. I hailed a cab and got to the venue at exactly 5:45. They started letting people in five minutes later and I finally started to relax, but that was short lived. The ticket guy stopped me and told me I had the wrong ticket. REALLY? This was the last thing that I needed to hear. I told him that I purchased the ticket last year and I chose the VIP sound check option. He told me to wait on the side while he let everyone else in. After he came back I said, “Look, I came from Canada to see him and this sound check was an option when I purchased my ticket…” and I don’t know if he could see that I was about to burst into tears, but he just told me to follow him. Bless this man. I thanked him profusely… twice.

Now I could finally relax. I spotted Valerie at the front and called out to her. There were two guys standing in front of me so I waited a few minutes then asked them if they would mind if I went to stand next to my friend. They were kind enough to let me. I was all excited to meet Valerie and be in the front row. Kerry (sp?) came out to tell us David had a sore throat and wanted to save his voice for the show so we’d be getting personal pictures with David instead. Everyone cheered. Suddenly my entire bad day vanished. :) David came out and I almost fainted again, but this time due to how absolutely gorgeous he is in person! People have said this, but to see him with my own eyes - he is breathtaking. He does NOT look 56! He talked to us a bit and his voice was hoarse. Then his band did a few songs with Colin, who is a talented cutie, singing. One of the songs he sang was Half Life, which I had avoided listening to ahead of time. I really liked it and couldn’t wait to hear David singing it.  

Now it was time for the pictures. I could see him as I got closer and I don’t get nervous when I meet famous people, but I had a few butterflies. More so because I thought I looked awful. I had what I refer to as “nine hours in an airport” face & hair. Okay, it’s my turn. I took a deep breath and went for it. David shook my hand and said, “Hi, how are you?” His hands are quite soft. *melt* I said, “Great. I’m happy to be here. I almost didn’t make it.” He said, “Aww, I’m glad you did,” and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped both arms around him and felt his arms go around me. *melt*  He is all muscle. His back, side and stomach (which I will get to in a minute). Like Valerie said, the person taking the pictures was taking a while so I took the opportunity to discreetly smell him since my nose was smooshed against his shirt. He smelled freshly showered to me. I moved my face away slightly when the girl said, “Ready.” After the picture, he rubbed my back and said, “Thank you for coming.” I started to walk away and then I turned back and told him that I hope he feels better soon. But as I said this, I RUBBED HIS STOMACH! I seriously have NO IDEA WHY and it wasn’t something I had planned. It was like automatic. Maybe because I do that to my little nephews when they are ill. I really don’t know. LOL. I immediately froze, thinking WTF did I just do. But he just smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you again for being here."  I wanted to pass out.  I went to stand next to his friend Matty and watched Valerie with him and then I floated out of the lounge. OMG! I just met David freakin’ Duchovny!!!! I said something like that to Valerie and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was right though. I look like absolute crap in the picture. It doesn’t help that the lighting is terrible and the settings in that camera are way off so we look yellow. I’m not going to get into my opinions on all that, but yea…  The important thing is I HAVE A PICTURE WITH DAVID! DAVID HUGGED ME! I TOUCHED HIM! WE TALKED! Breathe… I crossed it off my list and replaced it with, "Need a better picture with David.”  That’s my next mission. Maybe a comicon.

We went back upstairs and we were concerned that everyone in back who got to the pictures first would be back up before us therefore we’d lose our front row spots. Of course people were there, but we wound our way back up. Unfortunately someone was in my spot, a girl and a guy and when I asked her if she would move over a bit because I was there before, she budged like two inches. Annoying, especially since there was enough space between her and the guy for her to move a bit more more. I spent the rest of the time before the show trying to fight my way between her and Valerie. David came out at 9 and I forgot about blondie and concentrated on him.

Plenty of people have already reviewed the concert so I won’t rehash, but I’ll just give my personal impressions. Boundless energy, self-effacing, humble, appreciative, gentle, inspiring and talented. For someone who was sick, he didn’t sound bad. His voice cracked a few times, but overall I was impressed with how good he sounded. His voice has improved a lot over the past year. I love the dancing, as he calls it, “My dancing is a cross between Michael Jackson and Ed Grimely. Ed Grimely on my mother’s side.” LOL. The faces he makes. The little smiles that melt your heart, the sexy looks, the adorable looks, the interesting looks - one in particular that I call his “Mulder face.” It just is - to me. I lost track of how many times I leaned over to Val and said, “Je vais mourir,” (I’m going to pass out/die). LOL

He made sure we knew who his band was, that he was nothing without them, that they have their own projects and asked us to support them. They are all talented young men. I didn’t want to take a lot of pictures or video for two reasons: 1. I wanted to drink in everything I could and just be in the moment. When you concentrate on your camera, you miss the little things. 2. David said, “Be here now.” He wants us to engage and have fun and that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to remember what I saw and not read about what I missed. So I filmed short clips of a few songs, aside from my 3 favorite songs: Unsaid Undone, 3000 and Half Life. I brought two cameras with me. My newer camera has a bigger SD card and battery life so I used it to record those three songs. I used my old camera for pictures and the video clips. Ironically my older, cheaper camera takes better concert pictures and videos. I thought he did four songs for the encore, but I only remember three right now so perhaps I’m not remembering correctly. Hell or Highwater, Sweet Jane, The Weight. Perhaps Lately It’s Always December or one of the other ballads was part of the encore as well.

He is awesome at making eye contact and maintaining it. *melt* He is great at remembering faces and acknowledging those he knows or has seen many times, like Walt Frasier. He knows how to draw you in and keep you there. He knows how to get you moving. He wants US to have a good time because HE is having a good time. DAVID IS LOVE.

I took a cab to my hotel and the driver had never heard of it so I had to go digging in my purse for the address. I took my new camera out because it was in the way and guess what? I left it in the cab. Yup. I filed a report, but I doubt I will ever see it again. The next ride probably stole it. I hope they are *thrilled* when they realize that the battery needs its special charger and I have it. It sucks that I don’t have those three David videos, and it sucks that I lost a $400 camera and my 32GB SD card. But you know what? I have my memories and no one can steal those from me.

Thank you David for a memorable night. I’m already anxious to see him again. Well, I kinda did, in Central Park. I didn’t talk to him. He was walking too fast anyway. Just a nice little bonus. :D

Valerie - @vavieddfan Elizabeth - @lyricbird, the fan from Hungary whose name I cannot remember (sorry!) Walt, Laurice and everyone else I met - so wonderful to meet you all! Until next time…. :) <3

 

itsnotbeyonce  asked:

I'm looking for new books to read, so Athena 💛

athena: what are your favorite classic novels?

Me when being asked about books:

OK HERE GOES. The Great Gatsby, first and always first tbh. The Picture of Dorian Gray, close second. I really love Dracula; it’s like the original Scooby gang from Buffy, performing blood transfusions and counseled by repressed British men in tweed. I always read The Scarlet Letter during autumn for some reason, it’s very seasonally aesthetic haha. Nathaniel Hawthorne in general. Rappaccini’s Daughter, dang. (Speaking of short stories: The Yellow Wallpaper. Dang! with a capital D and an exclamation point.) The Beautiful and Damned. Ok I’ll stop. Can you tell I like Halloween and the late 19th/early 20th century by this point because… 

#NastyWoman

by Nina Donovan, as performed by Ashley Judd at the Women’s March on Washington (1.21.2017)

I’m a Nasty Woman.
Not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in cheeto dust.
Not as nasty a man who is a diss track to America.
From Back to broken Back he’s stomped on, his words are just more white noise ruining this national anthem.
I’m not as nasty as confederate flags being tattooed across my city;
maybe the south actually is going to rise again
Or maybe it never really fell
Because we’re still drowning in vanilla coated power
Slavery has just been reinterpreted into the prison system
Black lives are still in shackles and graves just for being black in front of people who see melanin as animal skin
Tell me of a decade that didn’t have traces of white hoods burning up our faith in humanity.
I’m not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag
And I didn’t know that devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets
A mustache traded in for a Toupee
The Nazis renamed The Cabinet
Conversion therapy the new gas chamber,
Shaming and electrocuting the gay out of America
turning rainbows into suicide notes.
I’m not as nasty as racism, or fraud, or homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, white privilege, ignorance, or misogyny
Not as nasty as trading girls like pokemon before their bodies have even evolved.
Not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol
Like wet dreams infused with your own genes.
But yeah!
I’m a nasty woman.
A phunky
Crusty
Bitchy
Loud
Nasty woman.
Not as nasty as the combo of Trump and Pence being served into my voting booth,
But I’m nasty like the battles women fought to get me in that voting booth.
Nasty like the fight to close the wage gap.
Nasty like conversations trying to remind people there is such thing as a wage gap.
Tell me that this is only because women usually go into lower paying fields.
So why did last year’s top actresses make less than half of what the top actors did?
Do you realize that the World Cup shelf of the U.S. men’s soccer team is as empty as Trump’s promises
But the women’s team has scored three World Cups,
In 2015, brought in 20 million more dollars in revenue than the men’s team,
but is still paid 75% less?
See even when women go into high paying careers, their wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone.
Tell me why the work of a black woman and a hispanic women is only worth 63 and 54 percent of a white man’s privileged paycheck?
This is not a feminist myth;
this is inequality.
So we are not here to be debunked
We are here to be respected.
We are here to be nasty
like blood stained bedsheets.
In case you forgot,
women don’t choose when or if they get their periods!
Trust me, if could we would!
We don’t like throwing away our favorite pairs of underwear!
But men can choose to not have sex
And they know how to live without a full head of hair,
so why are tampons and pads still taxed, but Viagra and Rogaine isn’t?
Is your erection really more important than protecting the messy parts of my womanhood?
Is the thinning of your hair really more embarrassing than the period-staining of my jeans?
I know it seems petty to complain about a few extra cents
But it’s just the finishing touch on a pile of change I have yet to feel in this country.
So don’t try to justify our injustices with excuses that smell like your security when you’re walking alone to the bathroom
or your car
or down the street.
Security my eyes have yet to see
Their too busy praying to my feet
So you don’t mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact
I’ve been zipping up my smile so you don’t think I want to unzip your jeans.
I know you forget to examine the reflection of your own privilege
You may be afraid of the truth
But I’m not afraid to be honest
I’m not afraid to be nasty
Yeah I’m nasty
like the struggle of women still beating equality into the world,
because our rights have been beaten out of us for too long.
And our fight will continue to embody our nastiness.
I’m nasty like red, white, and blue bruises.
Nasty like Elizabeth, Amelia, Rosa, Eleanor, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle.
Our mothers, our sisters, us sisters are all nasty like history
And our pussies
ain’t for grabbing
They’re for reminding you that our walls are stronger than America’s ever will be.
They’re for birthing new generations of
Filthy
Vulgar
Bossy
Brave
Proud
Nasty women.
So if you a nasty woman
say hell yeah.