the young man show

Why I cut my hair short

A lot of people have been asking for my reasons behind cutting my hair short. Well, I’m here to spread the official reasons why.

  • I wanted the perfect Wolverine cosplay and needed to achieve his hairstyle (which I can now do with gel)
  • Short hair doesn’t block the exhaust vents in my jetpack
  • I am the opposite of the biblical Samson- I’m stronger the shorter my hair is (but the world couldn’t contain me if I cut it any shorter)
  • My hair flowing in the wind distracted those around me, causing mild traffic accidents wherever I went
  • Apparently secret societies enforce a maximum hair length
  • I needed a rope in order to escape from a locked tower and my scalp isn’t as strong as Rapunzel’s, so I wove a rope
  • My plans after graduation involve disguising myself as a young man and running away to seek my fortune
  • Short hair doesn’t show under my superhero cowl (or stealthy ski mask)
  • When I sang, birds came to style my hair and got tangled in my long locks
  • My pet dragon kept singeing my hair
  • I wanted to. That’s it. I promise. The only reason you need to cut your hair.
Just a Few Reasons to Watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - Season 2 Edition

1. Rachel Fucking Bloom : 2Fast2Bloom

2. A middle aged bisexual man and a young gay man have the healthiest relationship on the show.

3. An abortion storyline that wasn’t made into a huge deal.

4. They subverted the trope and blew up the love triangle in a realistic manner and it actually made the story telling smarter.

5. The musical numbers are even funnier, even bolder and even more ambitious.

6. They’ve parodied their own songs.

7. The major conflict this season has been the growing distance between two best friends.

8. The “sidekick” best friend set healthy boundaries and decided to find happiness of her own and follow her dream of law school.

9. All the character have grown and evolved, like actual people.

10. Incredibly self aware and subverting tropes and stereotypes at every turn.

11. You STILL can’t get a ticket to Hamilton.

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5 years have past and we’ve seen you grown from a sweet young boy to such a stunning young man. you’ve never failed to show us how hardworking you are by constantly improving on your dance, vocals or to learn different languages just to get closer to fans worldwide. i hope you know that we all love you so dearly and please always stay happy, healthy and don’t lose this sweet beautiful smile of yours that melts our hearts. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEHUN ♡´・ᴗ・` ♡

So my facebook friends friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 
The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

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…would you like some toast and jam, george? your favourite is apricot.

Made of skin and bones

Originally posted by dalekhane

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

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1.Wolves

2. Chess

- M-me…?

A chorus of scoffs and gasps from the other girls echoes though the walls making you feel minuscule and ashamed, but Bucky doesn’t even blink giving you a nearly imperceptible nod. 

- Thank you everyone for coming - his potent voice fire all the other women in the room without breaking eye contact with you - the meeting is over

Soon the room gets filled with scoffs of indignation and suffocated curses of the rejected women and you want the ground to swallow you whole.

- Follow me - he says before turning his back to you and giving to his guards a signal that you suppose it’s for them to make sure that you don’t jump over a window. 

- Wan… - you search confort in your sister opening and closing your mouth without utterly understanding what’s happening. She is still looking at you wide eyed but she quickly shakes her head and push you towards the guards

- Go Y/N, go - she whispers - I’ll come to visit you, I promise

- No, no,no… Wanda I don’t… 

- Miss, please, follow us - one of the guards places gently his hand on your shoulder as a subtle order.

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some highlights from the documentary “Jesus Camp”
  • young children “speaking in tongues”
  • a man showing a literal baby doll with eyes and arms and saying it’s what a 7-week old fetus looks like

  • children praying to a cardboard cutout of George Bush (couldn’t make that up if I tried)

  • a kid with a mullet that writes literal sermons

  • an old lady preaching about sin and calling a stuffed animal lion a “tiger”

  • crafty powerpoints that say “SIN LEADS TO DEATH”

  • christian people pretending they’re oppressed

  • just watch this documentary it’s a fucking trainwreck

anonymous asked:

ngl i wasn't sure about the mon-el hate but like??? not only does he abandon his lover to die, he consistently disrespects his CURRENT gf (kara) and lies??? why is she the bad guy? didn't he literally own slaves??? how are people okay with this man???

i’ll give u three guesses, tho i’m sure u’ll only need one

this is more time travel fic

The first time Andrew sees Neil, Andrew is eight and Neil is a strange man handing him a bag of Skittles at the bus stop before school.

“I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers,” Andrew says.

“Yeah, but strangers aren’t the problem, are they?” the man says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The man stares at him, and then, abruptly, he looks away. Andrew knows about that kind of looking away. It’s the kind adults do when they see Paul dragging him by the wrist, or when Andrew shows up at school with a black eye and an attitude problem.

But then the man looks back.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please recommend me some really long fics? Thank you💕

Sure! Just in time for SCAWeek too :) I’ll list these by writer, and most of them will be Steter but a few will also be polyamory and I’ll specify those.

bxdcubes/nezstorm

Make Your Own (Buns in the Oven)

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out as he feels tears welling up again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, exhales slowly to calm himself enough to do this.

Peter waits, brows furrowed in worry as he watches Stiles.

“I think I’m pregnant,” he finally says, “And I don’t know what to do.”

Or the one where Stiles is a human incubator and Peter is not the baby daddy (until he is).

it’s not the color i came in

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really.

For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Guede

Bittersweet Creek

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

The Time Travel Grammar Book

The story that was supposed to be about time-travel, but is really a stealth AU of the first two seasons where Talia’s a struggling single mom, Peter’s the eponymous teen wolf, and Stiles, Scott and Lydia…are time travelers (so that part’s not totally inaccurate).

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills (Stetopher)

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

Dead Men Tell No Tales (Steterek)

Sociopathic mercenaries Stiles and Lydia pick up some Hales in the middle of killing Kate Argent. They’re not rescuers.

Movement in Alpha Major (Stetopher)

Peter Hale, thirty-four, shady but successful human lawyer, knocks on his nephew Derek’s door one night because he’s just been bitten by a werewolf. Somehow, this ends up being a lot more awkward than one would expect.

yogi-bogey-box/Green

Set the Sun, Rise the Moon

Stiles wakes up a werewolf, with no memory of how it happened. Understandably, he panics.

“He wasn’t supposed to come home,” Stiles whispers. He knows Peter can hear him even with the shower running. “He woke me up and I remembered and I panicked…”

“Your father,” Peter says, and it’s not a question.

gingersnapwolves/KouriArashi

Sympathy for the Devil

Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there’s a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems…

Get Off (Me)

Stiles hates being left behind with Peter while the pack is fighting monsters, because he never knows exactly what Peter will get up to.

Devil of Mercy

Peter’s heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels… sharply curious.

Call My Name

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

DiscontentedWinter

Save Me

Peter is the Alpha.
He’s nobody’s savior.
Not his pack’s. Not his town’s. And not that kid’s.
But sometimes salvation goes both ways.

Infinite Space

Stiles needs Peter’s expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills.
And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Sanctuary

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

thesushiowl/SushiOwl

Baby Boy

What the heck is FetLife?

Stiles is too curious for his own good, and he can’t help himself, so he joins a website advertising to be a good place for “kinksters.” He just wants to be nosy and see what total strangers are up to. Then he meets Peter, who wants to be called Daddy.

Could Stiles be his baby boy?

Pigments and Pentacles

“One–” He stabbed the needle right through skin and cartilage, pulling a loud squawk out of Stiles.

Stiles sucked in a few quick breaths then started to laugh. “You son of a bitch,” he snorted. “You said on three.”

“I lied,” Peter replied, smiling down at him.

ShippersList

All In A Spin

Stiles can’t really talk anymore but, with Peter, he realizes he doesn’t have to. Even if their spoken communication consists of one swear word and stuttered syllables, they understand each other. And that’s what counts.

and-now-presenting/mia6363

If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out

Commander Stilinski looked like he fell out of a propaganda video, his armor still smoking as he pulled off his helmet and handed it off to First Officer Argent. He had a few bruises down his neck but his smile was bright.

“Glad to see you safe and sound, Mr. Hale. I’d hate for Derek to lose a member of his family.”

“I told you,” Derek snapped at his superior, “he’s not worth this, Commander.”

Pirotess666

Spark of Dark

After being abandoned by Scott, Stiles feels empty and tired. Sick of life. Until Peter re-enters his life and makes him want to live again.
All of a sudden he’s not so alone anymore…and neither is Peter.

ladypigswagon

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

LadyArinn

You Had Me at Canapes

Stiles doesn’t mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn’t mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride’s uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn’t like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

wordsformurder/pprfaith

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool)

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter’s just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

FeelingsDusk

Runes and all kinds of things

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent’s basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can’t seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

moonstalker24

Worn Out Shoes

When the dead rise, and the world comes to an end, the McCall Pack must learn to live in this new world, or die in the attempt. This is the story of the end, and of the year that follows.

Proposing To Strangers

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

taylorpotato

Do You Like to Hurt? (Then Hurt Me)

Stiles shows up at Peter’s apartment, drunk and horny. Peter almost does the right thing—before it all deteriorates into a voyeuristic power game and Stiles has a mind-shattering orgasm. Things snowball from there.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Gamer Trash

Neither of them is aware of it, but Peter and Stiles play the same MMORPG. After Stiles moves away from Beacon Hills and goes to college, he and Peter start raiding together by accident.

Heatstroke (The Strongest Thing I Ever Felt Was Feelings For You)

“Dear god,” Peter snorts. “Alphas and their obsession with bodily fluids. Do you really find the narration of biological processes arousing?”
“You mean you’re not into the idea of smelling like me for days after this?” Stiles grins.
“I don’t know about days. I’m sure the birth control hormones will flush it out after about twenty-four hours.”
“You—what—I thought it suppresses your heats how are you—?”
“I like sex. So I take the pill that gives me shorter pseudo-heats. I’m still infertile. You gonna cry about it?”

(Or the one where Peter is a strong, independent Omega who don’t need no Alpha, but maybe he starts to like having Stiles around anyway).

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"Bad boy. I thought we talked about not doing this." Older Dom Hanzo with young sub Mccree

Hanzo had humored the young man out of his own self interests, and now he was glad he had.

The Deadlock boy had only been meant to serve as a mediator, a messenger between the Shimada clan and the Deadlock gang to work out a trade deal. Though sending a 19 year old with piercings down his ears and greasy shaggy hair in a cheap suit had done little more than prove to Hanzo the immaturity of the American Gang as a whole. Especially when the man started flirting with him from the get go, checking him out and saying thinly veiled innuendos that made the Shimada smirk. Still, he had humored them none the less, had hosted meetings with the young man and showed him around Hanamura, the normal routine the Yakuza Leader did with his higher clientele, and offered a room to stay in his manor for the time the mediation was taking place. He had seen the boy try to act level and unimpressed and fail miserably, clearly in awe of the power and influence that Hanzo held in his grasp. It was inciting, more than Hanzo had been expecting. The youthful ambition and wild attitude that the Deadlock messenger Jesse McCree brought was more arousing than he thought. And he could tell from the looks the by gave him that the feeling was mutual.

So when the young man had first requested his company in the middle of the night only his third day there, Hanzo knew exactly what to expect. So it was no surprise to him when thirty minutes later the man was on his knees between Hanzo’s legs, sloppily mouthing his cock while Hanzo finished up paper work and smoked his pipe. From then on it was routine, every time they were alone in the car, whenever Jesse had to call back to the states to give a status report, every night, the Deadlock gangster would fall into his arms trying to earn his praise and his skillful hands.

Jesse was absolutely hooked, hooked on the power and sexiness Hanzo had, how nonchalant he was about their affair, and how fucking GOOD he was. The skill with which he worked him when he was on the phone with his boss back in New Mexico, the way he fucked him then walked out like he didn’t matter, or answered the phone while he was balls deep in Jesse with a handful of his hair. It was too much for him to take, and drove him absolutely wild. He would shut him down all the time too, push him away when Jesse tried to start something. “Bad boy,” he would sneer, grabbing Jesse’s package roughly. “I thought we talked about not doing this,” before shoving him away and returning to his work.

McCree couldn’t get enough, was absolutely driven mad by the Shimada leader. And though Hanzo would never let him know, he was fond of the boy himself. Fond enough to call the Deadlock gang himself to say he agreed to their terms with one added stipulation: that they leave the cowboy in Hanamura.

Turn: [cuts Washington visiting the medic tent]
Turn: [cuts Washington crying on Lafayette]
Turn: [promo pic of Washington ready for bed]
Me: oh buddy this is it, this is your chance for redemption, AMC. Time for you to let Washington get his rocks off with an unnecessary sex scene that will play up Ian’s thighs to our favor. If Ben can get shot and still get it up, you can give a middle aged man the lay of his life for winning a war COME ON AND PROVE YOURSELF.

You Chose the Wrong Side (Peter Parker x reader)

Requests: 

1. Hey Bonnie! Could I please have a Peter Parker fic where he has this girlfriend (the reader) and he’s trying to keep his superhero life and “normal” life separate but they end up colliding and she’s put in danger. Angst (since you’re the angst queen) and she ends up dying or something? I’d appreciate it, thank you 

2. Can you do one where you’re Steve or Tony’s daughter and you’re with Peter Parker, and some villain makes peter choose between saving you or aunt may (or maybe even you and Gwen) and he picks the other? And your dad finds out and has to live with seeing the other person constantly, and peter feels constant guilt.

Past events are in italics

“You can’t possibly save them both, so stop wasting your time and decide who lives and who dies. The choice is yours to make, Mr. Parker.”

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