sorry for my rant but for real!

anonymous asked:

Quite a few anti fujoshis are like 'doNT HATE on my prcs cishet sHIP YOU UGLY H*mo you make FaNDOm look baDD' but don't speak on about fetishization or any real issues, just how their ugly het ships are getting hate, like sorry, I can't stand cishet ships, they immediately turn me off AND I don't support yaoi, who would've guessed (this is not directed at u I am just feeling a lot of anger right now and wanted to rant)

hating on het ships is the most irrelevant “problem” in like every fandom

unless said hatred is coming from a place of bigotry, i.e. when a white male character gets a black love interest and racists flip their shit like back in the walking dead fandom


12x14 | The Raid

Always remember: Telling your mother that if she wants to be treated like family she needs to start acting like it, i.e. not betray you, endanger your life etc., this is exactly the same thing as demanding she make you lunch and kiss you good night.


Edit because this the only post of mine people actually look at:
That’s right, they literally just wanted to upset people.
I went through there follows and found there normal account where they were posting screenshots of dms with the people they had asking them to take the stolen pieces down etc.
I’m sorry I made a post about this in the first place I have received a lot of people saying it wasn’t the best way to handle the situation and I l know that now. I had never had my art stolen and have the person play dumb and refuse to take it down so I was really stressful my apologizes. I did in fact attempt to contact the other artists prior to the post to no success.
They are not 11, and they are perfectly fine, don’t worry.
I can not stress that enough, yes they where a troll account, yes what they did was shity but please just leave them alone. I want this whole thing to be over with. Don’t look for there personal account just to harass them either. I didn’t say anything on there main and if you find it I ask that you don’t either. We don’t need to hate on them and in the original post I did in fact say to be kind about it.

Ok more sectors, that’s all you had to see now I’m ranting a lil idk?
For those saying “contact the artists before making a call out post” I was one of the artists, I did in fact attempt to make contact with all of them to like I previously said, no successes, the only response I revived was from @midnigtartist

“She’s 11 and shes sorry!” They (don’t know there real pronouns) in fact never apologized and for people that didn’t watch the whole thing to play out they told myself and a lot of my fans to (this is quoting)
“Crawl back into your moms vag or kill yourself!!”
They still deny stealing the art and I can say with upmost certainty that they were a troll account. There gone for now and let’s hope it stays that way.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power


A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?


A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.

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"Relationships in books are unrealistic"

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone as patient as Sam?

Why is it “unrealistic” to want someone who cares and loves you unconditionally and does everything in their power to make you feel safe like Rhys?

Why is it so “unrealistic” to want someone who loves you for what you are, even if you’re completely shattered and broken like Rowan?

Why is it unrealistic to want to help each other grow like rowaelin?

Why is it unrealistic to show each other true emotions and not hold back like feysand?

I don’t understand why thats “unrealistic” Are my “standards to high”? Why is it wrong for me to want these things? People tell me constantly my standards are to high and I don’t understand why. I want someone who truly loves me for me, not to date people to look cute and be “goals” on twitter. And don’t tell me to give someone a chance when they straight up ask to date. I want them to know me, the REAL me. Not none of that “slide into their dms” shit.

Why is it so unrealistic?
I’m just going to have to wait.
Sorry I just needed to rant

mh... rant

Listen, i LOVE John Simm as the Master, he was my first Master, the first version that made me fall in love with the character back in 2013 when I first watched Doctor Who and I’m so thrilled to see him in series ten against the Twelfth Doctor, I can’t barely contain my excitement and i’ve been screaming for two days since the Sun spoiled it, i’m not kidding. I know most of you are fangirling so hard, I understand.


Stop saying the “real” Master is back, stop making excuses for not counting Michelle Gomez as a “real” regeneration of the Master and all that shit, just… stop

The Master has been back since 2014, if you haven’t noticed, and no… she isn’t the Rani pretending to be the Master, or a different character.  And please stop pretending you’re not being sexist by saying “She’s an amazing character on her own, I just don’t see her as the Master”. She’s The Master. She’s always been, she was conceived by Steven Moffat as the Master back in 2013. She was always gonna be the Master and she was always gonna be a FEMALE Master. it’s time you accepted it. She isn’t inferior to John Simm just because of her gender, and i hope those people who keep bashing Michelle Gomez will finally realise it watching series ten.


Reading comments from people whining about how public school was traumatizing because the teachers WERE SO MEAN.

One person literally describes DIBELS and how that ruined their reading life because they stood up and proved they could read but they were still put in some percentile because of it. Uhm. That’s literally the point of DIBELS.

Another one crying about how they got punished for not showing their work in math. The teacher isn’t specifically targeting you. The teacher wants work shown so that the teacher can help you if you’re doing something wrong. The teacher can’t read your mind.

It blows my mind to see so many people who lack the empathetic ability to put themselves in a teacher’s shoes. It doesn’t excuse the true traumas (teachers telling children they’re stupid/smell/bully a child for not being good enough) but to actually believe that a myriad of teachers over the years got on to you constantly and somehow it’s *their* issue and the public school system’s issue but not yours? Really?

Yeah maybe they don’t react in an always professional ways because they have 30 students in a class and are expected to make each one not only benchmark but grow. And maybe they made you do something they had no control over because a district mandates what they are allowed and not allowed to do in order to meet their job standards.

Idk man. Some of these complaints I looked at from the teacher’s perspective and *know* all the little actions and small grievances that led up to it. Because I hate to tell you: I have kids exactly like you in my room. Every teacher has had kids exactly like you. None of you were once in a lifetime students no matter how smart/talented/gifted you are.

I was just so put off by a lot of the arrogant tones in the stories being shared. Especially when they were mixed with real, horrifying stories. Being sat out for recess for not following directions (that’s essentially what you did, girl who kept reading ahead despite being asked multiple times not to) does not equate to being told you don’t belong in a class because you had to ask help from the teacher. (For the record: I never sit a child out for recess unless it’s something grievous, and I NEVER punish for reading ahead b/c I was reading ahead person in school too. Usually I just give them a funny look and the student giggles to themselves and stops because I’ve asked them to. They recognize it’s not about reading ahead; it’s about following a direction I’ve asked of you.)

And don’t even get me started on the people who asked why school is necessary and gave their experience with homeschool in which they were top percentage of the graduating class and gifted. School is necessary for the children unlike you who *don’t* have parents willing to help them get and stay ahead. School is necessary for the kids who are neglected and whose only source of food comes from that cafeteria. School is for the children who don’t always have the money or access to the good stuff like tablets, computers, an abundance of literature. Homeschool is an amazing option but it’s not the best or only option for a large percentage of children in school.

Let’s be clear: just because you’re above your peers intellectually does not mean you’re the only child in the classroom or the world. Being unable to look beyond yourself is the real problem. And you’re either the person in life everyone likes and looks up to or the person in life who *thinks* everyone looks up to you and likes you.

Education is a science. We learn the research and psychology for children. We *know* what we are doing. Does that mean we’re perfect? Heck no. No one in any field is perfect. But we’re overworked, underpaid and expected to do the job of five people. Have some empathy for us. Most of us are doing the best we can with both hands tied behind our back. Some of us are real jerks, and it sucks. And I’m sorry. But if it still bothers you to this day you need to talk to someone about it. I barely remember anything from school and definitely not enough to remember incidents where the teacher sat me out for reading ahead despite being asked multiple times not to. Because I know that happened. I guess I recognized and had parents reinforce that it wasn’t about reading ahead: it was about not following the directions.

Radical Feminism is NOT Feminism (Tumblr Feminism version since all of you are so butthurt).

I’ve been on Tumblr long enough to see heinous posts about men-haters and misandry. So let me clear this up for you hella quick.

I came from a third-world country, now having the privilege to live in a developed one for more than half my life. So let me tell you “Rad fems” a little something and I will be anything BUT nice about it.

Shaving leg hair and wearing makeup is NOT oppression. Being betrothed from the second you’re born is oppression. 

Having a guy call you “hot” or “cute” isn’t berating women. Having acid thrown on your face is. 

Having your gender mistaken because they don’t know what you identify as is not offensive. Being belittled for your gender (whether it be he OR she) is offensive.

Did you ever think that men AND women can enjoy rough sex? If it is consented, that is THEIR business and something THEY enjoy, and it’s not your place to judge how they like their sex to be. There are plenty of women who ENJOY rough sex. Shocker, I know.

Someone can be a housewife without a job, married to a MAN and still be a feminist. You are in no place to tell them otherwise.

Women can shave their legs and wear makeup and be a feminist, it’s THEIR choice. LET THEM BE. THEY LIKE SHAVING THEIR HAIR AND CAKING THEIR FACE. KEYWORD: LIKE.

Did it ever occur to you that girls ENJOY wearing makeup? I think makeup is art and my face is the canvas. I have days where I don’t want to wear makeup and days I do. 

And last but not least, man-hating. That’s misandry. In case you “feminists” forgot, feminism is EQUAL RIGHTS. Not superiority for women, inferiority for men. There are PLENTY of MEN who I know are feminists. My father, my brother, my friends. 

Did you forget about Barack Obama? Joseph Gordon Levitt? Matt McGorry? Men who ADVOCATE for women’s rights? Probably, if you’re that dumb to think all men are evil. 

Beyonce, Michelle Obama, Emma Watson, Malala Yousafzai, Benazir Bhutto are epitomes of ideal feminists TO ME.

I am a feminist. I advocate for equal wage, education rights, I advocate for pro-choice, I advocate for LGBT communities and minority groups. I run a community that fights domestic abuse and helps women in need, whether it be from abuse, poverty, anything. And guess what? Shaving their legs or wearing makeup is the LAST thing in their minds? I am a feminist who love men, love going to Sephora and buying a bunch of makeup and wearing it, and I LOVE shaving my legs to make them smooth af. 


Before you start thinking that all those petty issues are feminism causes, think about all those girls who have much bigger issues. Get out of your close-minded heads and stop giving real feminists a bad name. 

Instinct Pt.3

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: Bucky has finally found the omega he wants for his own, but catching his prey may be harder than he first realized.

Word count: 1K

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, mentions of army, mentions of death, implied smut?(eventually?)

A/N: I had absolutely no help writing this part. ;) Also, a special fuck off to mypal

My lovely editor: @swipfandomswap


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anonymous asked:

is there some kind of an inside joke about printing bills in us?? I've never seen anyone checking bills in my country and I would never even think to joke about paying with counterfeit bills. wtf?? I'm honestly wondering, because it seems so wild to me. Is there anything that prompts the ""joke"" during a transaction?

Quick answer: It seems customers all hate uncomfortable silence and will break out the book of “dad jokes” (you know the ones that are not funny but you laugh to make dad happy.) And since we handle cash it seems to be everyone’s go to joke when we pull out the Iodine pen or hold the bill up to check for the watermark. 

Long answer: US currency is to be bluntly honest, not that hard to fake. It is so rampant that most stores will check the security features on any bill $20 and up. Either using an Iodine pen and if the mark turns black it’s fake (real money doesn’t have starch and paper does. Iodine turns black in the presence of starch). There is an embedded face “watermarked” in the bill (good fakes will bleach a lower bill to a higher one so when you hold it up to the light to look for the watermark you might see Lincoln’s face on a $20 note) I have seen bad fakes where it looks like there is a watermark but is just remnants from the copier used to fake the bill so please people LOOK FOR THE FACE FROM THE BACK OF THE BILL as most people don’t put that much effort into the back and put more into the front. 

I have been yelled at by the store manager when I turned away a exotic dancer (that found him and made him an offer to take the money) saying no one would put the effort to fake a $1 bill so she traded 50 of them only for us to get a charge back from the bank and a advisory sent to all stores warning of fake singles. (which I put up in the cash office and it’s still there 15 years later.)

Newer money 90′s forward has a security thread that will glow a different color for each denomination under black light (UV light). The $1 doesn’t currently have a security thread but the $5 glows blue, the $10 glows orange, the $20 glows green, the $50 glows yellow, and the $100 glows purple. I have an inexpensive UV flashlight on my keys so it’s always on me. There is several websites that explain all the security features but those are the ones you will use 99% of the time in retail. But always when in doubt call a manager. If you are the manager I have actually called the police to verify bills. (my store sends Western Union money transfers and some of the customers get persistent that their money is real. but be warned if you do have a cop verify and it’s fake they will keep it and you will have a pissed off customer.) 

Sorry for the long rant about bill security in the US but if you have any other questions I will be happy to answer them (sometimes long winded) I like to make sure that you all do your jobs confidently. (I am a district trainer for cashiers, baggers and all new hires to learn our company and policies. I was also a Mouse Trainer so it just kind of comes out as a lesson) sorry. :)


little obsessions

Do you sometimes get so attached to a TV show, that you feel like the characters are your actual friends and you have the need to help them with whatever they have to deal with and then you feel sad because you remember they’re not real and you can’t be there for them?


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“In the mood of writing more bughead soooo… hit me with your prompts?…”

First of all thank you so much for creating such amazing stories! I’d love to read a story involving prom/ school dance. Betty wants to go with Jughead but he’s not crazy about the idea of going to a school event like that.

Hope you like it, dear!! Thank you for your lovely words and for requesting!! 


“But, Juggie—”

“Betty, I said no.”

A childlike pout adorned the blonde’s luscious pink lips as she dropped her back on her leather seat at Pop’s, the action filling the silence with an icky squish sound. The conversation was pretty much going on and on like that since she had entered the small dinner and sat next to her beloved boyfriend, who these past days wasn’t so beloved but seemed to drive her to the wall with his stubbornness and his nonexistent desire of earning any social skills. At this point Betty was either gonna give up or smother his ridiculously handsome face with that laptop of his, that had his attention the whole hour she was trying to change his mind.

Topic of conversation: Riverdale High’s 20s decade dance. The whole school was filled with a gazillion of posters and excitement was pouring from every corridor of their high school, as this themed dance was a first time thing and very much anticipated. Needless to say, the Jones boy was grumpy and easily irritable this whole week that the preparations had reached their zenith. He didn’t quite get the big deal; it was just another event added to their long list of pep-rallies and jubilees, this being even worse, because it demanded attire from some too far gone golden era. Yeah, Jughead, wasn’t going to attend that.

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NU’EST in Produce 101

Let me begin with my feelings about NU’EST before I began Produce 101 Season 2.

I still remember their debut in 2012. Back then I was utter kpop trash and I really really really enjoyed their debut. (Also, can I mention how young they were?? The four of them, Ren, Minhyun, Baekho, & JR were 17 for crying out loud) It was promising and I quickly learned their names and felt inclined to be their fan going forward. Their next release after “Face”, “Action”, wasn’t all that great to me, so my interest for them died just a little bit. As they kept releasing more music, their songs were either a hit or a miss for me. Some personal favorites would definitely include “여보세요(Hello)”, “I’m Bad”, and “여왕의 기사(Overcome)”. They also have a few albums tracks that are really good, too. But clearly, the majority of their music did not appeal to me as time passed. And it’s not like I found this to be an issue. I knew that when they did release good music, it’d be exceptional. And if they didn’t, well, maybe next time then. Regardless, I always felt like I was a decent follower of their’s. And so, when it was announced that they would be participating in Produce 101, I was quite baffled above anything else. I thought that maybe this was some kind of publicity stunt. Why else would they have any reason to do this?

Upon reading some articles and posts, it has been stated that the members’ decision to participate in the show was one that was made purely on their own. I have no way of measuring the validity of this, but let’s just take it as so. Before NU’EST even walked in, it started to pique me, to imagine their presence among these, excuse my language but… these noobs. Once they really did enter, their vibes were already so different; they definitely carried themselves with more…dignity?? Upon sitting down, Minhyun even whispered quietly to the members, “Humble, we must stay humble”. 

Before they began their ranking performance, trainees within the crowd kept repeating “it’s unfair. this is unfair, they have a fanbase, they have experience. it’s so unfair for us”. And then the program proceeded to show us why exactly NU’EST is in the show to begin with. And let me tell you, my heart broke into millions of pieces.

They called themselves failures. They said they wanted to be like “Seventeen ae-deul”. They said they could see the end, the point where they disband and NU’EST ceases to exist. They said that this is their last chance to succeed.

So may I mention a few prying thoughts, fellow trainees? Do you know what’s unfair?

The fact that these boys debuted 5 years ago, with countless albums to call their own, yet they are deemed a failure, by their very own company, too.

The fact that they have to go to this extent, competing against nameless trainees, being compared to boys with questionable skills, just to get another shot at success.

The fact that since they debuted 5 years ago, they carry on their backs an extremely heavy burden to be really really really good.

And if they’re not good enough? Well, then they’re looked down upon. And pitied. And devalued. Other trainees, they have a fresh start. Zero expectations. Plenty of space to blow the crowd away. NU’EST? I didn’t think so.

I couldn’t stand it. Watching everyone give them such pitiful looks, watching their cruel story unfold. Was this the same group that released a mini album a mere 7 months ago? And yes, it was. That’s the larger problem here.

For the longest time I was extremely perturbed about the stubborn infatuation the new kpop generation has for MV views, music show votes, album sales, and more. Comments sections were always laced with these repetitive, obnoxious, pushy demands for increasing numbers of any sort related to a group. But now I feel I kinda get why. 

Because these numbers measure success. And clearly, NU’EST, despite being 5-year idols, never had these numbers in their favor. I always appreciate the lesser known artists, the ones with small numbers, the underrated ones. I have an extra profound love for them because they are such beautiful gems hidden under a layer of mainstream music. But I never realized the risk of being such a gem. The vulnerability that these artists face goes beyond not enough sales or not enough recognition, but it comes down to existence. Without strength in numbers, these artists will cease to exist. And that kind of reality is too harsh. For kpop to set such standards, I shun it. If anything, this has already given me further reason to fall out of love with kpop. The underrated groups can be underappreciated to an extent where a company no longer sees them as profitable, and cuts them off. Plain and simple. Because everything in kpop, everything, comes down to money. That’s a fact. 

And so, going back to NU’EST, their story is crucial to me because it shows this process to the public. It whisks the tarp off this dusty, but dangerous relic of problems, and forces viewers to think. This goes beyond the unfortunate events of a single group, but tackles the industry as a whole. These boys, have been mistreated and miserable to this extent. And it’s not okay.

What I fear the most is that, people will assume that with the existence of NU’EST’s fanbase, they won’t need to vote. But that gives all the more reason to vote. For the first time since watching this show (including season 1), I really actually wanted to vote. Just for NU’EST. Unfortunately, foreign fans have no power in this season. Which means all I can do is watch uneasily as the weeks go by. And hope the Korean viewers can save these boys before it’s too late.

Like I mentioned before, this group isn’t my all-time favorite group or anything. But I do have pieces of my heart attached to them. And so, very frankly, watching this unfold was too much for me. I can’t imagine what it would be like for actual fans, for the real fans, to see their favorite group in this state. I was exactly like Kahi. I am so very sorry that they have to face this. My heart shatters a million times for them. 

So please, please, pleaseeee, by all means. Don’t stop showing support for NU’EST. Shower them with love. Show them appreciation. And don’t let another 2nd generation kpop group fade into darkness just because we were all too busy obsessing over newer groups. Please. 

NU’EST, don’t give up just yet. 

so im REALLY sick of touch aversion being treated like it’s not important:

  • tickling someone after they say “i hate being ticked”
  • hugging someone after they say “i dont like hugs”
  • tapping someone on the shoulder when you know damn well they flinch so hard they start shaking afterwards

NEWSFLASH!!! these are all really shitty things to do.

like, as someone who is extremely touch-averse… if you are friend? OK to touch! but ask. always ask before touching me in any way.

if you dont know me/i dont want to be touched? touch me and i will elbow you in the gut + spend at least three fucking hours in the bath viciously scrubbing wherever you came in contact with me because i can still fucking feel it weeks afterwards

and no, this isnt some picky obsession. this is a result of actual and legitimate trauma. it’s part of the sensory issues i have in relation to autism. it’s a medical thing, not a quirk.

stop treating it like one, because im sick and tired of my condition being fucking ignored for the sake of a laugh.

there are very, very few people i actually allow to touch me without needing to ask permission, and most of them ive never met. this is only because i am completely comfortable with them.

tl;dr: if someone says they dont wanna be touched, dont be a dick and dont fucking touch them.

My story is a bit different than most, in that it has a relatively happy ending. 

In October 2015, when I was 15 years old, I was raped. Orally raped, technically, but given that rape is any form of nonconsensual penetration, I don’t feel that I owe specific details to anyone. So I just say I was raped, because really, it doesn’t make a difference where my body was violated. 

It happened at a church youth group. I had been going for about 2 years, since I was in the 7th or 8th grade (I was a sophomore in HS at the time of the assault). That’s where I met Jackson. I never paid him much attention; he was a run-of-the-mill jock who always caused trouble but never did anything bad

In March 2015, at a youth group outing, we started flirting. I thought I had a “crush” on him. About a month later, he asked for my number. When he spelled his name in my phone, he wrote Jaxson, which I thought was badass and intriguing. I was excited that a popular football player was paying attention to me. 

We didn’t really talk after that until a night in May when he texted me out of the blue. He told me that he had always thought I was pretty, and he’d wanted to tell me before, but he’d bailed out. He asked me if I had ever hooked up with someone. When I told him I hadn’t, he asked me if I’d want to hook up with him, or if I “wasn’t like that”. I said “sure” and we made plans to meet in a park the next day. 

May 4, 2015. I met him in the park. We made out. He wanted to go further; I said no. He would stop (trying to grope and finger me) when I said no, but he would start up again less than a minute later. He was like an octopus - his hands where always somewhere, and the second I would pull one out, another one would go in somewhere else. This being my first sexual interaction ever, I had no idea that this wasn’t okay. Besides, it’s not like he forced me. He was just so into me that he couldn’t control himself, I told myself. He’s just a teenage boy. He really wanted me.  

Later I found out he had hooked up with 4 other girls (my best friend’s friends) that same week. We all made a group chat to gossip about him and kind of cut him off. 

October 25, 2015. I went to youth group that Sunday. I was never very religious, but my mom made me go, and since it wasn’t a very religious group anyways, I didn’t mind. Jaxson was there, and it was only the second time since I’d seen him since May. We went to go get pizza. Everyone piled into the car - I was on the left in the back seat; he was in the middle, and the youth group leader drove us. On the way back to the youth group center, he started touching my leg. Soon he was prying my legs open and trying to finger me - in a car full of people. I was shocked and terrified, but I didn’t say a word, for fear that someone would notice. 

When we arrived back at the youth group, Jaxson told me to meet him in the bathroom. The center used to be a priest’s house, so the bathroom was a house bathroom - co-ed, that is. I complied, thinking we’d maybe kiss, which I was fine with doing. 

When I got to the bathroom, Jaxson told me to go wash my hands. I did. When I came out, he was standing in the doorway with his pants down. He told me to “blow him”. I said no, not right now, not like this, I don’t want to, maybe later, I’m not sure, there’s not enough time, people are going to come. I was scared. Once I realized that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, I started doing what he said. About 5 seconds into it, I tried to stop, and that’s when it happened. He pushed my head down forcefully with his hands, making me choke and gag. I couldn’t breathe. I was trying to pull away, but every time I tried, be pushed my head down harder and said “don’t stop” and “keep going”. I held my breath and willed myself to not pass out. I don’t know why I didn’t bite down - I froze. Finally he finished, and I got up and left, without a word. 

November 22, 2015. My dad drove me to the local police station at 10 pm. I was ready to report; after spending a month consulting friends and online resources, I had decided that what happened to me was, indeed, assault. I had no idea how terribly sexual assault cases are handled in the justice system, and if I had known, I would likely not have reported. I am so, so very glad that I did. I met with a female detective and a two hour long interview. She was so kind and I felt incredibly safe. At one point she asked me what I was wearing, but she prefaced it by telling me that it really didn’t matter, and it was only protocol. 

Two days later I came back to do a pretext phone call (recorded call) with Jackson, where the police got a recorded confession from him saying that yes, I had said no, and yes, he had ignored me, and “fuck, sorry”. 

Months went by. I called the police officer to check back in. She directed me to probation. I started getting generic letters from the courts saying that my case had an official case number now. 

July 2016. I received notice that my case had been taken up by a prosecutor in juvenile court! My DA became my idol. She was young, friendly, she listened to me, and she was dedicated to my case. I attended every hearing between then and November. 

On November 17, the case was set to close. Jackson had been charged with two felonies - oral copulation with a minor, and oral copulation by force or fear. He was going to plea to the first count, which was a lesser charge that could be sealed from his record when he turned 18 (a year from now). I had expressed my displeasure of this outcome to the DA prior, but she reminded me that juvenile court was intended for rehabilitation an not punishment, so a plea was totally acceptable. 

So on November 17, I showed up to court ready for the case to close. Instead, the DA informed me that things had changed, and another girl had reported him for rape. The DA felt that unless he was punished, Jaxson would do this again, and she wanted to take the case to trial to get a sex offense on his permanent record. 

I cried when she told me. This was such a blessing. Not that he had assaulted someone else, but that now there was a chance at justice. 

The case went to trial in mid December, right during finals week. I enjoyed the direct exam quite a bit, actually. Cross exam went pretty badly, but I did well. At one point, I answered a question in a way that shifted the blame right back on to Jackson, and it stunned the defense attorney into silence for a moment. Good

Jackson cried during the trial, which made me happy. During multiple occasions, I made eye contact with him and his mother. 

So anyways, Jackson was found guilty of one felony count of oral copulation by force or fear. California law deems that a 707(b) felony offense, which means that even though it’s in juvenile court, the offense is so serious that it stays on his permanent record. Other examples of 707(b) offenses are arsony and murder. That made me feel validated, that my assault really was that bad. 

During sentencing, I read an 11 page long victim impact statement. I grilled Jackson. I grilled the defense attorney. I grilled his parents. It was so fucking powerful. I had been warned in advance that this judge was incredibly unsympathetic to victims and would likely try to cut me off, but she didn’t, not even once. 

My statement made the DA choke up. It made Jackson put his head between his knees in shame. It compelled the Judge to admonish him for 15 minutes after I was done. The DA later told me that in her entire time working with this judge, never once had she seen her admonish a juvenile during sentencing. Not once. One line that the judge said to Jackson that really stood out to me was “Young man, this type of behavior is not going to be tolerated. Not now, not in the “real world”. If you are still doing this by the time you get to college, you will be back here.“

He only got probation and sex offender counseling, but it is still on his permanent record. That’s not enough for me, but it’s more than I ever expected. 

So here I am, a year later. How am I doing? Depends on the day. Sometimes the flashbacks torment me and eat me alive. Sometimes I am doing just fine. But there hasn’t been a single day, with the exception of one, where I haven’t thought about it.

The thing is, if I had the chance to go back and undo my assault, I would not. As horrible as it was, I feel that it has made me a better, braver, fiercer, stronger person. Because of the assault, I am now an activist. Because of the assault, I now know that I want to become a district attorney, and pursue justice for people like me. 

Sorry for the rant. That’s my story I guess. There’s no real ending because it’s still in progress. 

The Real Queens//Josh Dun

Request: Hey just a random request but could you possibly do one where the reader and Josh play filters?? You can add anything else if you want to! Thank you queen <3

(I’m assuming snapchat filters? If I’m wrong please let me know and I’ll write you a new one ASAP)

(This was super rough, I’m really sorry man).


               “Josh! Come here.” You yelled, laying on the couch, making weird faces at the screen in front of you—which was currently turning your face into what looked like an alien. You were scrolling through the various filters when Josh’s face soon joined yours in the screen—becoming a bunny. “We’re bunnies!” You smiled, this previous expression falling when the filter came off your face (making Josh the only bunny).

               “You’re cuter than any bunny.” Josh smiled at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before properly sitting beside you on the couch (considering he was leaning over the back of the couch initially). “What is with you and snapchat filters?” He laughed, scrolling over to the next filter.

               “I’m…a banana.” You whispered, eyes widening as you saw Josh pout at your screen. “Don’t hate, I didn’t choose the banana life—it chose me.” You bit your lip, trying to stifle the laugh that was building in your throat. You saw Josh slowly begin glaring at you through the phone, pretending to be disgusted with your latest look. This caused you to finally break, laughter filling the room as you scrolled through the filters once again. Stopping on the flower crown filter—this time you took a picture, writing a caption then posting it to your story (which somehow the clique had found. They were awesome but little psychos at the same time).

               “Little psychos?” Josh giggled, head falling back against the couch as your face turned red. “You’re really something Y/N.” He laughed—referring to your habit of mumbling your thoughts to yourself, on many occasions.

               “First, it’s not my fault your fans can act like little alien-skeleton-lovechildren psychos. Second I mean it in a good way, considering I’m not much better, and third I’m so sorry. Being alone for months on end when you’re touring leaves me with no real conversation partner so I do the next best thing.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his shoulder once you were done ‘ranting’.

               “Whatever you say, you large psycho.” Josh laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders—leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.


               “So, I bought you something.” You heard Josh say—the two of you were currently skyping while you made yourself supper. “But I won’t tell you until I get home.” You picked up your phone, glaring at the face which filled your screen.

               “Not even fair!” You laughed. “I want to know now Josh.” You pouted, watching him roll his eyes at you. “Don’t roll your eyes so much, one day they’re going to roll right out of your skull.” You waved your finger at him before propping the phone up against the wall, where you could see him while stirring the contents in your pot.

               “That wouldn’t be too bad, like if they still worked. That would be sick—I could see anything. Like when you’re showering without you knowing it.” He laughed, the volume increasing as you paused, resting one hand on your hip as you gave him a “motherly” look.

               “That’s disgusting Joshua. What have I told you about rolling your eyes around the house, and into the bathroom when people are bathing?”

               “Not to do it.” He groaned, resting a hand on his face—trying to match the level of serious you were currently acting on.

               “And what do we do when you roll your eyes around the house?” You bit back a smirk, awaiting the creative answer he was plotting.

               “Put them back into my eye sockets without cleaning them—which is probably child abuse.” You smirked, a small laugh escaping your lips as you stirred your food. “Hey Tyler” Josh started, putting his phone onto the bed as he left the screen—talking to Tyler about the latest debate the two of you were having. You listened to their indistinct talking for a few minutes until Tyler’s face was filling your screen, a horrified look embedded into his features.

               “You’re cruel!” He screamed. “Do you know how much gross stuff is on the floor? And you’re shoving that into Josh’s eyeholes?” These two were going to be the death of you—not a bad torturous death—but a death indeed.


               “Y/N!” You heard a voice echo through the halls of your house—waking you up from a quite nice sleep. Glancing at the clock sitting at your bedside, the bright red numbers read “6:22AM”. Why so early? Why must someone break in at this hour, why not 6:22PM? Come in, have supper then steal a bunch of stuff. “Come here!” Being a bit more awake, you realized the mystery voice belonged to Josh—who was home a week early? What? You rolled over, preparing yourself for the cold air that would be surrounding your warm body once the covers were pulled off. Which felt worse than you had prepared yourself for—but Josh would be warm. The boy was a human furnace.

               “What?” You groaned, voice thick with sleep. You wandered out to the kitchen, where Josh was standing with a flower crown sitting atop his bright yellow hair—a cardboard sign reading “the real queens” being held at chest level. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going on. It took a second (it was too early to think) before you realized: the last selfie you took with Josh before tour.

               The flower crown snapchat filter selfie. You smiled at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his middle, smiling into his chest.

               “I can’t believe you remembered that.” You laughed softly, looking up at his face when you felt something being placed atop your head.

               “Of course I did—it’s the first thing I see whenever I open my phone. The last selfie we took before I left. Call me cheesy but I have to find ways to surprise you somehow.” He smiled softly at you, leaning down to gently press his lips into yours.

What, from the bottom of my camren heart, the actual fuck?

What’s with the double standard lauren’s pulling? Lauren went apeshit on those hardcore shippers who celebrated her breakup with lucy awhile back (this is still not cool tho guys, seriously chill. Lucy is smokin’, so why the hell not?) and now shes putting on calm demeanors in response to those who’s basically calling her a side hoe?? 

The rumors are pretty demeaning, especially to someone who claims to be a feminist. Stealing another women’s man? Not at all cool bruh. So why did she say nothing about it? And why did she let the rumor spread like wildfire? What’s so bad about being rumored with camila to the point that it even made her sparing her precious time to once again make it clear to the world that they were never real.. ever? (Lauren, have you seen Camila Cabello? I personally wish someone would just spread a rumors about me hooking up with camila. Oh well that’s just me then) Meanwhile with this Tyren rumor theres no in/direct callingout or even a lowkey rant from Lauren? Zero, nothing, nada? Well i’m disappointed, cause I’m low-key waiting for drama. It’s amusing, so sue me. 

If the rumor is indeed true, yea yea I know she has the “freedom to love” but why for the love of god, why must it be with Ty$ (I dont fucking know how to write his name so I assume thats how it is)? Why not Big Sean (god i love him)? 

Anyway, all I’m saying is this is just an unfair treatment. 

 At this point I have honestly given up the idea that Camren is/was ever real. You cant always get what you want guys and it’s okay. It’s alright, cause they are real and will forever live on in this magical land called wattpad. 

 Goddamn I need to calm tf down. 

 The end of my rant.

Originally posted by that70sgif

Does anyone else, like, get sad at the lack of love Comet gets from the general public? Like most critics love it (Isherwood from the NYT said he liked it better than Hamilton and I will shout that from the rooftops until the day I die), but I feel like more people need to spread the word about how amazing it is!! And not even for Josh Groban, although I do love him as Pierre, the entire cast is so incredible, and the show itself just has not one flaw?????? Dave Malloy seriously wrote such an incredible show!!! I don’t think I will ever experience something as immersive and breathtaking as this. This is the only show I’ve seen that had my FULL attention for the entire 2 ½ hours, and felt like an escape from the real world. I think about how this show makes me feel, and like I automatically just feel better. Anyone who is bummed that they can’t see Hamilton should see Great Comet. Seriously. It is another piece that is changing musical theatre and it’s RIGHT NEXT DOOR. And I’m hoping that it gets a lot of Tony love so the rest of the world loves it too.