sorry but this was inevitable

anonymous asked:

First of all, I love your writing. Second, I don't think She's Testosterone should need a warning. In my opinion, it's not transphobic at all. It doesn't need a warning, because you clearly stated at the top that it was a crack fic (an amazing one) and they are not meant to be taken seriously. I'm sorry I'm getting a bit mad right now, but that's inevitable when someone so rudely asked you to take down your work. If you think something is wrong, than tell the author kindly.

Anonymous said:I think that Y/N prob could have handled finding out Yoonji=Yoongi better. Feeling betrayed/lied to does make it feel rather transphobic whether it be a crack fic or not.

Anonymous said:hello!! as a trans girl i personally feel “she’s testosterone ” is alright? bc it’s not like he intends to be a girl but i can also understand where maybe others are coming from? i don’t know ><||| BUT STILL great job on it!! it was so good for a crack fic 😫 pls write more of it!! if you don’t want to that’s fine too but… yeah i really enjoyed it ><|||

Anonymous said:You should just remove it. Especially if it hurts a person. Instead of continuing reblog.

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Choose Life.

Aries:  Choose your future. 
Taurus: Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.
Gemini: Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Cancer:  Choose a family. 
Leo:  Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers.
VirgoChoose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Libra: Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Scorpio:  Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Sagittarius:  Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Capricorn:  Choose a job. Choose a career.
Aquarius:  Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Pisces:  I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

More Viking’s ahoy! This is a continuation from my last one here, and of course this is all based on @jeusus‘ arranged marriage AU here (if you haven’t seen it already then what are you even doing, go look!)


It was four solid days before Kylo gathered enough courage to seek out Armitage.

Kylo was aware that he had said some crass things, that he’d said things he really probably should not have. He’d carried a light layer of guilt with him since, compounded by the lecture he’d gotten from Leia once she’d heard what he’d done (the words ‘bull-headed oaf’ were said on several occasions). He knew it was wrong of him too push too hard on Armitage at this point in their relationship, he’d seen firsthand how off-kilter the Northerner felt so far away from his home. The longing look Armitage had had in his eyes as his people had sailed away still haunted him.  

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Lessons from Mrs Heteronormativity

Hi, I’m ’Mary’.
Or actually I’m A.G.R.A. Or – come to think of it – I’m rather ’Rosamund’. Or why not ‘Gabrielle’?

Or whatever. Whoever. The thing is, who I really am doesn’t matter; I could be anyone at all. ANYONE.

I’ll be who it’s convenient to be at any given moment. My mission: Serial Killer; I’m here to kill the series – slowly but surely.

I’m Mrs Heteronormativity; the one who tells you how to behave according to convention and normality. You do as I say – or else… I’m the one entitled to guide you through life, to make sure you remain perfectly ordinary. And here are some lessons about me I want to teach you:

1. You must always marry me; everyone knows it’s for the best.


2. Don’t even think about same-sex relationships!


3. I’m here to prevent any sidestepping.


4. Marrying an assassin is perfectly sane and normal. 

In fact anything is OK as long as it means No Homo. Oh, are you hurt? Sorry, but collateral damage is inevitable.


5. There’s no use trying to express your pathetic feelings if I tell you they are inappropriate.


6. Just so you know: I’m everything you wish for.


7. I make sure your baby’s name is appropriate to gender.


Which means:


Nope. 

Exactly. Good boy!


8. With me you’ll be sure to have the right family values.


9. I’ll always be there to tell you what to do – even if you think I’m dead. And it’s No Homo!


10. And ultimately, I’m the one who gets to define who you really are.

I do hope you’ve been paying attention to me now, and never more try to step out of the ordinary…


[This is, very much, how I see ‘Mary’. She’s not a real character – she’s a nightmare! That’s why she lacks any constancy regarding feelings or back-story or name or anything. And that’s why she keeps haunting the show even after her death, like a ghost. “Do not forget me” – we’re not getting a chance to ever forget the Abominable Bride, not even for a moment. She’s merely a metaphor. And series 3 and 4 are mainly about consequences – the results you get when you listen to this sort of concept and let it define your life.]

me, every time a Cis speaks over actual trans people about what’s transphobic: hmm… cispicious

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So this took absolutely ages, but I’ve managed to compile a pretty much exhaustive cut of all the evidence that indicates that Season Four takes places within Sherlock’s mind + that TJLC remains crucial to understanding the show.

Part of the reason I wanted to make this was because there seems to be a large group of people who think that everyone in TJLC is crazy effectively rendering us Chris Melas 2.0 as opposed to just listening to what we have to say and realising there’s a logical explanation for why at a surface level HLV and S4 just don’t make sense at all.

For now I’m keeping this unlisted on Youtube because I don’t want it to be flagged Big Brother is always watching smh but also because I’m really not sure we’re supposed to be spreading ‘spoilers’ to people who aren’t necessarily playing what’s pretty much BBC’s version of the ‘Sherlockian Game’? So … For now this is just available through link + Tumblr sharing. Better safe than sorry!

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Chris’ lips appreciation post

I kinda adore his upper lip. Omg Is there even such thing to be attracted to someone’s upper lip??? Like I wanna tug at it and place a small kiss on it and then he’d giggle, sucking softly on my lower lip and then ooh everything turns too hot and we’d be making out on the couch, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, hips grinding causing friction, moans and groans resonating within the room. One of his hands sneaking under my skirt, ever so softly teasing the inside of my thigh, squeezing it, calloused hands burning against my blazing skin as I’d purr into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide in and he’d lick and suck, lewd sounds turning us on even more than we both already are. FUCK and he won’t stop kissing until I’m breathless, chest heaving, blood buzzing in my veins, both of us hot and bothered, fucking aroused. Damn, this ain’t fair.

@minervaem thought I’d add fuel to your fire.

I just happened to be sliding through my gallery when this gif came up and I couldn’t help myself and now it’s 11.47pm and I’m hoeing around.

@firebyfire here you go, sweetheart. It’s a slight bit different, but you will get clumsy Newt swooning over hot Graves. I promise that.

I thought it will be a short one. It’s not. lol

  • I’ve seen you several times around uni and every time you’ve seen me tripping over something I swear it’s not because I’m swooning at how hot you are 

Newt heard a lot of things about the new assistant of Anatomy professor. He usually didn’t really care about people, about how they look or what they wear. He was listening to what they talk about. And well, that narrowed his attention to the grumpy old professors and their lessons.

He was perfectly fine with that kind of student’s life and often was simply ignored by his fellow group mates. Oh, they tried to socialize with him, inviting him along when they went somewhere to have fun, but Newt wasn’t good at socializing. He always tended to annoy people, so he stopped trying a long time ago.

The first time he saw Mr. Graves was like watching some sloppily made introduction to a porn film. He watched few, alright? Just to experiment stuff, don’t judge him. So, Mr. Graves entered the classroom, pacing like a fucking model in front of them and stopped by the professor’s desk to tell the old man something.

Newt’s eyes didn’t know where to look seriously. He didn’t see anyone ever before who will think of as an attractive person. There was a lot of whispering between his mates but he paid them no attention, because Graves was going back and their eyes just met? And Newt’s hand jerked dropping the pencil he held. So, he naturally went down, under the desk to search for it, only to unceremoniously bang his head when he wanted to stand up. He got out eventually, not without a dull pain in his skull, but Graves was already gone and he dreamily sighed for the rest of the lesson, which he didn’t find as interesting as five minutes ago.

The second time he saw Mr. Graves was when he had his lunch at the cafeteria, the next Wednesday. Newt sat silently at his usual spot, near the window, munching on his favorite sandwich and reading through his report. Whenever he had something to work on, he would do that, but when he didn’t, he would just look out of the window and admire the nature. The spot had such a beautiful view and he was shocked that no one took it. Maybe other students were too busy gossiping and chatting with their friends.

A low hum made Newt raise his eyes from the paper he was reading. Mr. Graves sat at a table in front of him, and thank God, he was with his back at Newt, because Newt couldn’t trust his face at the moment. Mr. Graves was probably eating something really delicious, judging by the appreciative sounds he made.Newt’s face turned red and he couldn’t really breathe… because he was literally choking on his sandwich. He tried to swallow, tears forming in his eyes. After seconds of struggling, and he genuinely thought he will die, the bite of food went down his throat and he started coughing violently. Several persons watched him with worry, including Mr. Graves. Why no one gave him the attention when he almost died moments ago?

Mr. Graves was faster than his thought process, and no, he’s not stupid, he’s the smartest on his course, his mind was clouded by this man- and gave him a glass of water - his glass, as Newt noted - encouraging him to drink it up while soothingly rubbing his back. Those big hands felt so warm, even through the fabric of his sweater and Newt wanted to feel them on other parts of his body, everywhere to be precise, but Mr. Graves withdrew his hand much sooner than Newt would prefer to. When he tried to thank him, Newt stuttered and blushed such a deep shade of red, he didn’t need to see himself in a mirror to feel how hot his cheeks grew. Graves smiled at him, and God, the man was clearly trying to kill Newt, because what he was doing to redhead’s heart?

With a short nod, the man sat back at his table and resumed eating his lunch. Newt buried his face into his papers, trying to focus on them and not on the muscles flexing on Graves’ hands as that brought the spoon to his mouth.

When the Wednesday came around again, Newt sat restless through all of his lessons in hope to catch a glimpse of his crush- oh. He was crushing on Mr. Graves. This… wasn’t so bad, if he thought about it. Half of the university was crushing on him. It felt like crushing on a celebrity or something along those lines, because if he was being serious, he had no chances. Where was Mr. Graves and where was he?

Thinking about how his love life will never actually exist, he walked through the almost empty corridors, leading to the library. He loved to spend his free time in there. The dorms weren’t exactly a place where you can relax, study or read something. At least his roommate was just the silent type as he was, something he could not quite attribute to their neighbors on both sides.

The smell of books, paper, ink and dust drew a fond smile out of him and Newt walked through the endless aisles in search of that book he wanted to check out some time ago. Spotting the needed row, he went directly for the place he saw the book the last time at. Just, it wasn’t here. His smile turned into a pout as his eyes searched for something else to occupy his mind with.

A small chuckle caught his attention and he turned his head in that direction, only to come face to face with the book he looked for. The book moved out of his vision and its place took a familiar handsome face of assistant Graves.

“You wanted to read this one?“ the man asked, his lips quirking up at Newt’s stuttered greeting. Newt nodded frantically, not trusting his mouth anymore and desperately trying to avoid eye-contact.

“You can take it then.“ Graves said, shoving gently the book into Newt’s trembling hands. Newt’s eyes widened and he actually looked up.

“Why?“ was his simple question and it made Graves smile

“Well, it would be rude to not give the student the opportunity to learn, even if it’s…“ his eyes were focused on Newt’s as he murmured, his voice becoming deeper “Captive Prince.“

Newt wanted the floor to crack and swallow him completely. He did want to read it, because he was a bit curious. Especially after seeing how the girls won’t shut up about how hot it is.

He didn’t observe when Graves invaded his personal space and practically shoved his body into the books behind, his hands blocking any ways to escape and his body dangerously pressing onto Newt’s as he whispered

“Newton Scamander, I would like to ask you to stop blushing so cutely whenever you see me, because I swear to God, I’ll do…“ Graves leaned and kissed him hard, and fiercely, passionately even. “this.“ He finished, his eyes devouring Newt’s swollen, wet lips.

Newt watched him through his lashes, his brain empty all of a sudden and lips burning. Maybe his mind was clouded again, but there was one thing he was sure of. He didn’t mind Graves doing that again. And even more. So, Newt just silently claimed Graves’ lips in a sloppy kiss. He was clumsy here as well, but he hoped that Graves will teach him how to do things properly from now on.