standing in your own way

No reason (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can u make one where Peter breaks up with the reader before he got his powers bc everyone told him the reader was too good for him and know that he’s got the powers he feels like his life would be perfect if only he was still with you so he seduces you with his powers

Softly whispering to himself words of encouragement, Peter looks at you, walking down the street with your earbuds in. He knows that what he is about to do isn’t perfect -you are probably going to be mad when you discover it is him, but he doesn’t know what do to apart from this.
He finally jumps off the building, quickly taking you in his arms as the webs support him and carry him through the city. He can hear your screams -he had given you no warning after all.
Sliding through the buildings and trying to decide which rooftop to land in, he makes sure not to let go of you as you slowly calm down.
He finally puts you down on top of a building, making sure not to unwrap the arm around your waist until you are finally standing on your own. He smiles through his mask at the way you have reacted.
He looks at you, expecting you to be smiling at meeting the masked superhero.
‘’What the hell were you thinking?’’ you shout, to his surprise. ‘’You think that just because you are a superhero you can do whatever you want? Are you crazy?’’
He doesn’t know what to say and starts stuttering.
‘’You could have killed me!’’ you scream. ‘’I didn’t ask you to take me in your arms as if I were a damsel in mistress! Who do you think you are?’’
‘’I…’’ he starts. ‘’I thought you would enjoy it. I have been watching you for afar and I just thought you were really pretty’’ he mutters.
‘’Well, thank you!’’ you shout, but he can tell you have calmed down, your cheeks red. ‘’That still gives you no right to do what you have done. And I could have a boyfriend, howsoever!’’
Peter is taken back from that and takes a step back, looking at you through his mask.
‘’Do you… Do you have a boyfriend?’’ he asks.
‘’No! Yes! I don’t know!’’ you scream, tugging at your hair. ‘’It’s complicated. He broke up with me for no reason.’’
He can tell you are hurt and walks up to you, hugging you. You put your head in his chest, breathing slowly.
‘’I’m sorry I grabbed you’’ he whispers, his lips pressed against your head. ‘’I’m also sorry that I broke up with you.’’
That makes you quickly move away from him, looking at him with wide eyes.
‘’Peter?’’ you ask softly.
He takes off his mask and runs his hand through his hair, raising his head slowly, afraid to look at you.
‘’I’m sorry I broke up with you’’ he says loud this time. ‘’Everyone at school kept saying how you were too good for me and I believed it, so I broke up with you; but then the craziest thing happened and I met the Avengers and I became friends with Tony Stark and… I don’t know. I suddenly grew more confident and I thought that having you by my side would be amazing. Mr. Stark told me that I should impress you with my powers, so that’s what I tried to do, but I didn’t really think it through.’’
You look at him in awe, trying to comprehend the situation.
‘’I can’t believe how stupid you are’’ you say, surprising Peter. ‘’I told you everyday that I loved you, yet you still decided to believe the people who told you you weren’t good enough? You are stupid, Peter Benjamin Parker’’ you say before walking up to him, kissing him softly.
The kiss only lasts a second, but Peter can already feel himself smiling.
‘’Does this mean I’m forgiven?’’ he asks, his forehead against yours.
‘’I guess so, asshole’’ you answer, laughing before pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.

The Map Room - Smut

Originally posted by stvlinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader 
Words: 1198
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas sin. I wrote this in 30 mins don’t judge me. 💕 

“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.

“Thomas?” You tried again.

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Why You Need To Take Action Now

 Look, there’s no point trying to hide behind the sofa and cower behind the upholstery - you’ve got to face the real world sooner or later. You can keep distracting yourself from the truth all you want, but one day it will hit you and the longer you ignore it - the harder it will hit you.

The truth is - you’re going to die. There’s no two ways about it - one day your life will end. The only question I have for you is - do you want to spend your life shying away from that voice inside that’s desperately trying to push you into chasing your dreams, or do you want to actually live?

There’s a big difference between living and existing - that line is drawn by you. If you choose to “play it safe” and just settle - you choose to exist. And, for the record, there is no “playing it safe” in this life - you could die tomorrow. There are no guarantees - so what are you afraid of?

Since there are no guarantees - you’ve got nothing to lose. There’s nothing stopping you from having everything you’ve ever wanted except for you. You are standing in your own way of living the life you’ve always dreamed of because you’re afraid of the “what-ifs”.

You can waste your whole life thinking about what-if, or you could take action and say “so what”? 

So what if it’s hard? Keep going. 

So what if it’s taking a long time? Keep going. 

So what if you failed? Keep going. 

Taking action is how you change your time on the planet from an existence into a life.

Or you can ignore everything you’ve read here today and get cosy on the couch next to your best friends: fear & doubt and have yourself a grand old time in front of the TV. Just remember that one day the party will end and you’ll be too old to change your existence into a life.

It’s your life - you decide if you want to live or exist.

Peace & positive vibes.

So, You Like Cats? (T’Challa x reader)

“So, you like cats?  You got something against birds, or is it just me?” Sam asked with a grin, tipping his drink back as he laughed.  You reached out to give him a slap on his arm but he shifted his stance quick enough to evade it, spilling his drink down the front of his blue button-down.  “Dammit, woman, this is new!”

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Sherlolly Week 2017 Day 2: First Date

(The rating is still G on this one. Set in S1, sometime after ASiP but before TGG.)


“Sherlock?  What are you doing here?  Do you have another case already?” Molly asked, setting her bag on the lab table.  He’d only left a few hours before.

“Nope.  John has a date and I’m not to return to the flat until two at the earliest, which, I have to say, is highly optimistic of him considering the length of his shower this morning.”  He went back to looking at whatever slide he had in the microscope.

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The Black Cat Flu - LWTM #2

Author’s Note(s): it’s kind of long and not exactly as great as I had wanted it to be, but regardless, hope you guys enjoy :) also there’s mentions of like puking and stuff so if you’re squeamish, I wouldn’t recommend this one. 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Lamplight illuminated the dark room as your eyes slowly blinked open. You felt hasty movement on the other side of you. Rubbing your eyes, you rolled over, expecting to see Remus having yet another nightmare. Instead, you found the right side of your bed bare, both pillows thrown haphazardly on the carpeted floor, blankets bunched up near the bottom of the bed. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and looking across the room where the bathroom door was slowly closing. 

You got up, nearly tripping over Sirius, who lay on the floor beside the bed wrapped up in a green knitted blanket. A small trashcan and a roll of paper towels sat adjacent to his head. You had no idea when or how he’d gotten there. You quickly opened the drawer on your bedside table and took out your wand just in case. You thought it was just Remus bumping around in the middle of the night, but with all the state of his side of the bed and the loud thumps that woke you up, you could never be too sure. 

Creeping into the bathroom, you turned on the light to see Remus hunched over the toilet. He glanced back at you for a split second before turning away. A terrible noise came from the back of his throat and he was vomiting moments later. You reacted instantly, flicking your wand in every which direction. The sink began to spew water on a rag as you dropped down beside Remus, rubbing circles on his back. You knew there wasn’t much comfort to give to someone in his state, but you could at least try. 

He puked until there was nothing but bile filling the toilet bowl. You’d been dealing with this all week at work. There was a stomach bug going around and you were sure you’d brought it home from St. Mungo’s. You’d built up an immunity to it by now after being surrounded by it day after day, but it was clear Remus’ immune system hadn’t. He spit thrice before taking the warm rag you’d handed him and wiping his mouth. 

“You okay?” you asked, standing up. You knew it was a stupid question. Obviously he was sick. 

He followed suit, depositing the rag in the hamper. Remus groaned, “This is the third time I’ve puked tonight.” 

“Well, it looks like that’ll be the last of it,” you said, glancing over at all the acid and stomach bile in the toilet. You weren’t ever squeamish and this was what work had entailed all week. Remus started to brush his teeth and you flushed the toilet before wiping the seat down with another rag. You sprayed far too much Lysol through the room. 

Remus put his toothbrush back in the holder, “I hope so.” 

You returned to the bedroom behind him only to find Sirius sitting cross-legged on the floor, fingers curled around the trashcan. His other hand was busy wiping his mouth with a paper towel. You sighed. There were two different kinds of sick people and here you had both of them. Sirius grimaced up at Remus, “You sick too, Moony?” 

“Unfortunately,” he huffed, crawling back into your bed and burrowing under the comforter. The lack of pillows on his side suddenly appearing to the wizard. He grunted, turning over and yanking one of your pillows under his head. You rolled your eyes. You hated when Remus was sick. He turned into a childish, complaining ball of frustration. 

Walking over to Sirius, your nose shriveled up. “Bloody hell, that reeks. What did you eat?” 

He almost smiled, “Marlene made me lunch…and well, you know how that goes.” 

You didn’t answer, just scooped up the bag in the can and tied it up. You looked over at Remus. His eyes were scrunched closed and it was obvious he had no intention of staying up. Sirius stood up, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders and following you down the stairs. You reached the kitchen to find the lights already on and James rummaging through the medicine cabinet in his underwear. He craned his neck around the opened door and looked at you, “Do we have any laxatives? My stomach feels like it’s going to explode.” 

You walked past him and to the trashcan, Sirius piping up before you could. “Vix, you hear that? Looks like James got the shitty end of the stick, literally.”  

He laughed as James whacked him with a magazine. Sirius was the complete opposite of Remus. He was very lively and didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was sick. You wished everyone was like that. After depositing Sirius’ bag of vomit, you directed your attention towards James. You plastered a smile on your face that you hoped just screamed “don’t worry, I don’t need sleep and your stomach explosions are very important to me.” 

Closing the cabinet, you spoke, “Why don’t you guys go into the living room and watch an episode of Jerry Springer while I put on some tea?” 

Sirius grinned, turning away from you and stalked into the living room, fist bumping the air, “Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!” James followed behind him sluggishly, clearly not as enthusiastic about Jerry Springer as Sirius was. You hoped that would keep the two of them occupied for a while, giving you time to wallow in the kitchen. Work never really does end, does it?

You moved to the stove, putting on some ginger tea. You knew the boys would hate the taste, but if it helped, they’d drink it. It would be at least twelve hours before they could keep actual food down, so tea was their best bet. You slumped down at the kitchen table, resting your head on your hands. This was going to be a long night. 

The tea finished sooner than you would’ve liked. You loved Sirius and James and didn’t want them to be in any kind of discomfort but you were supposed to be in bed dreaming about a certain brown eyed boy. You sulked into the living room where Jerry Springer was cracking a dumb joke on the TV. You noticed Remus had come down to join the “fun” and was curled up in the recliner with the comforter from off of your bed. 

“They’re all actors,” he yawned. “None of this bullshit is real.”

“Doesn’t make it any less entertaining,” James grinned, accepting the cup of tea you handed him. He took a quick sip and his whole face scrunched up, “This is putrid.” 

Sirius took a sip of his as well to test James’ theory. He shrugged, “I’ve had worse. Like the soup Marlene practically forced down my throat today.” 

You gave Remus a cup with a kiss on his forehead. He took it without protest and began to sip on it. You plopped down on the couch beside Sirius. For a few minutes, all was kept to minimal chaos. Sirius was chanting along with the crowd, Remus was complaining about the ignorance of the show, and James was egging both of them along. Until the show ended and James stood up, taking three big gulps of his tea. He looked down at Sirius, “It’s time.” 

“Time for what?” you asked, about to shoot down whatever crazy idea James was about to perform. It was two in the morning for Merlin’s sake. 

James started towards the bathroom. “McGonagall told me once ‘Potter, nothing is accomplished without a little hard work and a little encouragement. You’re the only one standing in the way of your own victory.’” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” Remus asked, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“I need to poop, so that’s what I’m going to do,” he answered promptly. “And Sirius, you’re going to encourage it. Come on.” 

“For fuck’s sake,” Remus huffed, exasperated, pulling his blanket over his head. You fought the urge to giggle as James and Sirius marched off the the guest bathroom. After a minute or two, you could hear Sirius clapping his hands and giving James a pep talk through the bathroom door. You crossed your legs on the couch, putting your head in your hands and listening closely to the ridiculousness down the hall. 

“C’mon, Prongs, you can do it! Just give me a little push! Keep pushing, James! Go! Go! Go! Merlin’s beard, you can do better than that!  A big push!” 

“Fucking Christ,” Remus muttered under the blanket. 

You did giggle then. Remus poked his head out, eyeing you with an annoyed expression. “If Pettigrew wasn’t awake during the fucking ‘Jerry’ fiasco, then he sure as hell is now.” 

You blinked a couple times. You’d forgotten all about Peter. Remus was right. You stood up, not bothering to give Moony an explanation before venturing off to Peter’s room. You picked at your fingernails up the steps. You felt like a bad mom. You reached Peter’s bedroom door and cocked your head to the side at what you found. Taped to Wormtail’s door was a white piece of paper. Written in big black letters, it read: SANITIZE BEFORE ENTRY

At the bottom of the door, a basket held two containers of hand sanitizer and a big can of Lysol. You chuckled under your breath, knocking softly, “Peter?” 

You heard movement behind the door and it creaked open moments later. Peter stood behind it wrapped in what looked like the slipping slide you bought last summer, held together with clothespins at the top. He had a doctor’s mask with pictures of Winnie the Pooh all over it covering his mouth and a pair of mittens on his hands. You raised your eyebrows as he spoke through his mask, “Did you spray?”

“What?” you asked. 

He gestured to the basket at your feet. You reluctantly picked up the Lysol and sprayed yourself thoroughly. Peter moved out of your way then, letting you into his bedroom. He pushed down his mask once the door was closed, “Sorry, Y/N. This is a germ-free fortress.”

He padded over to his bedside table and picked up a plastic cup full of purple juice. He held it out to you. “Grape juice guarantees you won’t get sick. Want some? Oh, and Vitamin C, here.” 

You politely declined. “Trust me, I don’t need it.”

“More for me,” he shrugged, sitting it back down. “So, if you’re not trying to get away from the germs, what are you doing here?” 

“Oh, I was just checking up on you,” you answered, plopping down on his bed. 

He took a sip of his grape juice, “Well, I’m good. So, you can be going, then.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me, Pettigrew,” you snarkily replied, standing up. He laughed nervously following you towards the door. You stepped outside and Peter sprayed something behind you, presumably Lysol as you went. He closed the door and turned out the light, whispering something about germs under his breath. You ran your fingers through your hair in the middle of the hallway. What the fuck even is your life?

After a moment to yourself, you walked back down the stairs. You were met at the bottom by James. He held a roll of toilet paper in his hand and had a victorious grin on his face. You raised your eyebrows expectantly. He gave you an award winning smile. “I pooped.” 

“He couldn’t have done it without me,” Sirius said, appearing behind him holding a red pom pom. Where the hell did he get that from? He and James high fived and you pushed past them, not wanting to get sucked into that conversation. 

When you got to the living room, Remus was gathering up the blanket in his arms. He spotted you and sighed, “I’m going to sleep.” 

You yawned, “I think I’ll be right behind you.” 

He nodded, walking past you, placing a hasty kiss on your cheek. You heard him bicker with James and Sirius at the bottom of the steps and smiled, turning off the TV. After turning off the kitchen light, you went up the steps and into your room to find all three boys arguing around the bed. 

“You’re not sleeping in here,” Remus hissed. “No, absolutely not. James, don’t touch that pillow.” 

“Come on, Moony. Stop being such an asshat,” Sirius tried to reason. 

James spotted you in the doorway. “Y/N, tell Remus we can sleep with you guys.” 

You sighed lightly, shaking your head at the boys. Sure, they were a handful, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He was so good tonight - at one point he got so collected in the canter I didn’t know what to do. 😂
He slowed down so much and it felt like he ‘clicked’ into his hind? Like starting a pirouette but not turning.

I was holding the reins and SQUAWKING and trying to ride with it, but it was such a collected canter that I just blanked out.
It resulted in a beautiful trot transition.

Potential is there -> now I need guidance on how to… actually…. use it.

We also saw a cat.
It was an intense night.
I liked it.

Sometimes, when you’re starting to like someone, there’s this feeling that you need to distance yourself from that person. You should know how to build walls. You need to shield your heart from the possibility that they might destroy your heart once you give them a home in it. Sometimes, it’s better if you know where to stand and just slowly detaching yourself from that person. It’s just your own way of not letting yourself fall really hard. You need to save yourself from falling before it’s too late, not because you’re afraid to get hurt. But because you know that there’s no chance, because that person can’t love you the way you can love them.
Bonding With Your Dragon Spirit

**These methods are pretty broad spectrum and can also be used outside of dragon spirits.  These are just techniques and things I have done and this post is by no means all inclusive.  Thank you**

Bonding with your dragon spirit is an important thing to do, I think.  It helps you get closer with them and that opens the way to a good friendship and partnership!  Regardless of what kind of relationship you have with them (provided it’s a healthy one), doing these activities to feel closer is a great way to continue with your practice!

Sharing your passions!

Doing some sort of activity along side your dragon spirit that you love is a good one.  You are sharing something that you love with them and they are being included in it!  Do you like going for a walk?  Great, invite your dragon with you!  Like crafts?  Great!  work with them so you both can create something awesome!  How about cooking?  Also good, you can share the results when everything is finished!  The dragon spirit I currently work with actually likes to play games with me.  I found out through playing some Skyrim music and he was curious where it came from and now I actually have a Dragon age and Assassins Creed save file with his name on it.


I’ve always felt that spells are a great offering for your dragon.  But casting a spell with their help not only is good for working with your dragon, it’s also a great way to feel closer.  Even if it’s something small, like setting a circle!  I personally love to ask my dragon spirits to help me set a circle and it was always so nice because he would use his wings to do it so it was like I was in a tent.  It was so wonderful!  This is a great way to further your dragon magic and really get close and I strongly encourage it!  Of course this is only if the dragon in question is ok with it.  


This technically could fall under the passions section but I kept it on its own since some people may not really know how to make music or be musically inclined.  But you can listen to music with them, look for songs that they like and have it playing just for the two of you.  I have a playlist on youtube for Rivaz and sometimes I listen to it when I’m going to sleep or I’ll play it when I’m trying to communicate with him.  I also like to sing for him and that is another thing you can do!


I think this is a big one.  Using the cards or pendulum or whatever medium you use is a great way to bond with them!  I have a reading in my shop available for purchase in which I speak with whatever dragon spirit I’m working with (currently Rivaz) and they will give you a message or advice!


This kind of ties in with divination but can stand on its own.  Talking with your dragon spirit is a great way you can get to know them, ask them questions and grow together.  Plus, dragon spirits can have some great advice even if its not always what you want to hear.

Sharing meals

So, this can also be considered an offering but I think it is a great one!  Sharing your meals, I think, is a very personal thing.  Think about how many times you’ve gone out to eat with friends?  This can be a similar thing!  I also think its a good thing to share some of your favorite foods with them!  I like to share my coffee and tea!

Astral Projecting/Lucid Dreaming

This is a great one and together you can go on adventures!  I have a post about one of my own experience here.  This is a fun way to see more things and grow closer.  There’s something to be said about discovering such places that you cannot normally see.


Reading and sharing stories is a fun one.  And every dragon may have their own preference!  Lore, myths, short stories all kinds of things can be used!  You can even share your favorite works with them!  Or even more so you can read them your own work if you write!


I like writing poetry and coming up with spells to work with dragons and it’s a good way.  You could also work with them to make your own story!  This section could fit in with a few other places on this list but I still felt like I could warrant it’s own spot!

Carrying offerings with you

This is one that I really like doing if my dragon spirit gives me permission. I often leave stones and crystals as an offering or even jewelry and I love to be able to carry those items with me when I leave the house.  It’s like a little extra reassurance that they are with me and it really makes me feel more connected, especially since they were ok with me taking a piece of their hoard with me.


This may seem silly but if your dragon is ok with it, sleeping with them is a good way to bond.  My current dragon spirit is not really big on cuddles so I don’t really get to do it anymore but the previous dragon spirits I had loved it and it was so nice!  I highly recommend this method if you can!

Happy bonding!

Safe Travels

anonymous asked:

Wait, American here. What's happened? Why are we fighting with the Australians. Everyone knows not to fight with the Australians, they're our allies ffs. Oh god, he's going to start WW3.

G’DAY MATE LEMME SORT THAT OUT FOR YA. Scroll to the bottom for a TL;DR.

*Clears throat* #auspol, please correct me if I’m wrong on this, I’m just repeating what my mother told me and I’ve read absolutely nowhere about the Central American refugees thing, so let me know if I’ve totally cocked this one up.

Right. Before we get started, lemme tell you about Australia’s version of the Mexican Wall (detention centres! Human rights violations for everybody!), and how this relates to Trump throwing a tantrum on twitter and Malcolm Turnbull either being the most unimpressed politician ever or the biggest doormat ever, depending on who you ask.

See, the big issue in Australian politics (when it’s not the annual Leadership Spill) is the People On Boats.

Because of that whole “island nation” thing, we don’t have people fucking over here over the border because our border’s the fucking ocean, so they have to get on a goddamn boat to do it. To get on the boats, they pay people smugglers, go across a few countries, then get on more boats (possibly not in that order, I don’t know, I don’t have a bachelor’s degree in this), and then wind up here.

There’s a couple of problems with this, “AAAAAH BROWN PEOPLE!!!” from the racists in the peanut gallery notwithstanding:

Problem #1 – People smugglers know that those boats are one-way-trip only, so they give refugees the shittiest possible boats they can. Every now and then, one springs a leak earlier than intended. (Yes, “earlier than intended”, more on that in a tick.) So every now and then we’ll see on the news that the navy found an empty boat or one full of corpses or answered a distress call only to find no boat at all. Either way, refugees can and have died to get here – either as an accident, or as a tragic consequence of – 

Problem #2 – I don’t know the specifics, but the Australian navy, when it intercepts boats, is… I don’t know if they’re supposed to somehow turn the boats back, all I know is that they can’t let the refugees on board.

Unless the boat is in distress.

The solution to that? Blow a hole in the boat.

IDK if this still happens, or if this is just my Liberal mother filtering it, but what I’ve heard is that the only way the refugees can get rescued by the navy is if they’re in danger. So the refugees sabotage their own boat, and the navy has to rescue them.

As you can imagine, sometimes this doesn’t go as intended. Sometimes the navy’s too late, or someone slips – there’s families on board those shitty boats. People’s children have died.

Anyway, because of problem #1 and #2, there’s a real risk of people dying. Now, look, a lot of people who don’t want refugees here are just plain racist and could actually hardly care less about drowning refugees, and all of this could be solved by the navy just rescuing them anyway before the refugees are desperate enough to kick a hole in the hull, but fact of the matter is, there’s people profiting off the life savings of vulnerable people, greasing the wheels of corruption and putting people in danger, all the while promising that they’ll get settled in Australia if they remember to blow a hole in their own ship.

and then we stick them in a detention centre for years or more anyway.

So basically, all Australian politics ever talks about is Stopping the Boats (or not stopping the boats).

So somebody – IDK if this was the Lizard King or Turnbull’s idea, or even Obama’s. But at some point, Aussie politicians made a deal with Obama.

And, again, correct me if I’m wrong because the only source for this is my Liberal (as in, right-wing Liberal) mother, and I’m too lazy to google, and have heard nothing about this anywhere else, but – 

The idea is that we’d swap refugees. America gets our refugees, and we get Central American refugees. Two thousand, I think. I expect that’s just to start off with because I would’ve heard about it earlier if this was a thing that had been going on for a while. Either we end up with a few hundred extra refugees or it’s one for one, I don’t know, all I know is that it was two thousand on each side or less.

Anyway, this is win-win! 

  1. People smugglers (hopefully) get less business because it’s kind of bad for business if you tell your clients they’ll go to Straya and they wind up drawing a short straw and winding up in Murica instead. (Word gets around, refugees find this stuff out so the people smugglers could only bluff for so long.)
  2. People who are genuinely concerned about refugees not drowning are soothed because hopefully less refugees coming = less drownings.
  3. Closet racists have to deal with brown people anyway and have no choice but to shut the fuck up or out themselves as actual racists.
  4. People who are all for accepting refugees will be satisfied as the refugees get to go to a better life than the one they left behind anyway.
  5. Basically the Australian government probably thinks it’ll get some peace and fucking quiet from all sides, when in reality we’ll just move on to marriage equality.

Now, again, I don’t know if this is actually what it is or not. I live in a Liberal (ie Republican, not left wing like it means in the States) household. I’ve never even seen left wingers here talk about people smugglers so I don’t even know how much of that is or isn’t true.

Whatever it is, we were supposed to ship a bunch of refugees over to the States and then the Carrot’s ass got elected, started going on about banning muslims etc and Washington DC Canberra went, “Oh, fuck.”

So! Turnbull, our PM, called Trump or vice versa to chat about it.

Then Turnbull told Straya that the deal was going ahead and that he Stood Up For Australia during this phone call. 

Australia went, “umm…. sounds fake but ok” because we’re Australian, not stupid, we got more coverage about the last US election than we do about all our elections ever combined. We know perfectly damn well that you either stand up to Trump or you get your own way, not both.

Then the Washington Post leaked what actually happened on that phone call a few days ago and now the Australian media is losing its shit.

What happened?

Apparently Trump went on about his penis size inauguration crowds, pitched a fit about the deal and how he “intended” (note the wiggle room that word gives you) to follow through on the deal, called that phone call with Turnbull “the worst” phone call he’d had that day (yes, to Turnbull’s “face”), and then hung up on him 25 minutes in out of the hour that call was supposed to take.

The Washington Post leaked it a few days later, and the Australian media lost its shit.

And after the Washington Post leaked it, Trump (ETA: oops, fixed that error, it was definitely Trump!) complained publicly on twitter that the whole deal was “dumb” and implied he was gonna try get out of it.

Australian media lost its shit again.

Now, regardless of your opinions of Turnbull – I think the guy actually did stand up to Trump. (I shouldn’t have said that out loud on tumblr, that’s like the Australian equivalent of saying “well I heard Trump petted a dog once?”) He can be a bit of a people pleaser and seems to be pretty laid back rather than go-for-the-throat. Or so I’m guessing because political news has been a lot quieter since the Lizard King was deposed.

But look, first off, we’re fucking Australians. We despise rank, it’s in our blood, our ancestors were convicts who wanted (and frequently tried) to shank their British overlords. Ranks are formalities on paper that should stay on paper. You wouldn’t even dream of the President of the US making chitchat with, say, a garbage disposal man, but in Australia if we found out our PM didn’t treat one as his equal we’d lose our fucking minds at the politician’s arrogance. Unless the garbage person was brown, because at the end of the day, Australia is p damn racist. Even the biggest doormat of a PM would have their inner Australian chomping at the bit the second Trump so much as insinuated he was more important than them. 

And come on, even people who live under rocks just know how big Trump’s ego is and how long Trump can be expected to go before he insinuates someone is beneath him even a little bit.

Secondly, the American pro-Trump media is implying that Turnbull pissed Trump off because they spun it as “well, Trump’s other phone calls went fine!”

And thirdly, I really don’t think a manchild like Trump would hang up the phone on someone unless that person was acting with a sliver of self-respect. Like hell, Turnbull could breathe too loudly and Trump’d be offended.

But then, Turnbull might’ve stood up to him and still been a doormat by our standards, because he is not telling the media his side of the story. At all. Probably because he doesn’t want to piss off Pence whoever winds up in charge after Trump goes, because at the end of the day, sucking up to the States is a sport that’s even more popular than our annual leadership spills.

Also, Australians hate politicians in general, so we’d probably call Turnbull a doormat if he bought a plane ticket and pissed on Trump’s hair personally, so.

TL;DR – Washington Post leaked that Trump humiliated our PM over the phone and now Australia’s going “Oooooh, shots fired!”

If you tell a boy whose hair is curly and wild and who dresses in faded holey t-shirts that smell like worn cotton and home that he should comb his hair down for you and dress up nicer for you, then you are slowly killing him and replacing him with what you think he should have to be…for you. Do me a favor. Dont. This world needs more boys with wild hair and worn cotton shirts and if you cant appreciate him, let him go, because he does not need to be told that his comfort and style is wrong. He should be loved by someone who thinks that wild hair is beautiful, and that he is stunning in a suit or worn cotton or nothing at all, because that is what love is. Healthy love is accepting them as they came, with all their flaws and problems and quirks. You should not have to “fix” someone you love at all, if they are right for you, you will be able to grow together into better people. They might adapt around you as time goes on, and that is normal, growth and change is good and natural, but forcing change is brutal and mean. He deserves to be loved just the way he came to you, because someone thinks he is beautiful, and if you can’t do that, let him love someone who will.
—  Thoughts of things 
Seokjin Scenario: High On You.

Request:  Hello~ I hope this scenario gets chosen huhu.. A scenario where Y/n gets drunk because of a rumor that Jin is dating a famous actress when’s he’s actually dating y/n, a student he met in his university who is in the same dept as him. Y/n’s friends call him up because y/n won’t stop drinking and Jin ends up coming and bringing you home and gets surprised when y/n pours out all her insecurities. Please and thank you ^^

Genre: Fluff / Drama

Looking at the empty glass in front of you, you frowned, never would’ve thought that that could feel so offending. So you poured yourself another drink ignoring the look you friends were giving you because that was the least of the things you cared about in that single moment. Your insides twisted a little bit more again with the thought of why you were trying to drown every single one of your senses with alcohol.

You downed another shot, this one felt stronger than what plain vodka should be, and too much to be even considered just one shot. It was ridiculous, was what it was. You couldn’t put any other label to your situation, to your behavior, to what was going on.

–You know what’s really… really bad about this? – you asked with a sad smile, your words being a little slurred by now. You giggled sarcastically and shook your head, snatching away the bottle before your best friend could take it from you. –She’s gorgeous… I can’t even blame him if he’s going out with her now–

You still remembered the picture of Jin and that woman, the title announcing that apparently they were dating and how much it made sense since they moved in the same world while you were just average, without a big name or fame on your shoulders unlike her, she was so pretty you were sure men turned their heads to look at her, and you never felt less or plain until this happened, until you were faced with the reality of your situation and differences with Jin.

Maybe he now wanted someone who could fully understand the weight of being famous, someone who could represent him because she too was loved and fawned over. You blew some air in frustration, what if he just got bored and decided to move on from you? You could feel the tears stinging in your eyes and you refused to let them fall because you were too proud for crying with defeat in front of your friends, instead you chose to feel enraged and drink some more.

What if they looked good together? That was just a shitty reason for people to be together, and to hell if she was adored and worshipped, you had done good things in your life too, you were successful at your own way, in university, standing out among the other students of your major, the same where you met your boyfriend who was apparently dating someone else at the same time than you.

You placed the glass down harder than needed, pressing your lips together to concentrate in the bartender to ask him for another bottle, you needed something stronger if you wanted the hangover to be worth all this crap.

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