these are some fine people

If y'all ever want to be confused you should take the assessment test for target. It was crazy. Some had no good answers. You had to choose between not wanting to be a leader and being unmotivated. Pessimistic vs unorganized. Coping well with stress vs likeing to try new foods????? I’m not making that up, that was a legit question. I don’t see how that test could tell anyone anything because some of the statements you had to choose between had nothing to do with each other! And you have to choose one! What if neither apply?! What if both apply?! It made no sense?!?!? Why do I have to take an assessment on top of interviews when I already work with these people?!

exjubilating  asked:


twenty one pilots - screen

while you’re doing fine, there’s some people and I who have a really tough time getting through this life so excuse us while we sing to the sky

send me a ♪ and I will put my music on shuffle, give you a song and my favourite lyric from it!

you guys, you are literally now dealing with a government that starts looking more and more like textbook fascism with each passing day, and some of you are really concerning yourselves with making posts such as “ha HA did YOUR favorite celebrity go to the women’s march, i don’t thINK SO and that is why i am BETTER than you for liking suPERIOR celebrities!!” as if it matters. as if that has ever mattered

Some tips to writing gay sex when you aren’t a gay guy:

When your characters are cis men:

  • Preparation can be key. If your character didn’t expect to have sex that night, then he probably isn’t prepared. If there is penetration going to be happening, some men prefer to get themselves ready… y’know… clean up. Otherwise bad stuff can sometimes happen and it’s not pleasant for either person.
  • LUBE. Not spit. LUBE. Spit dries up really easily and it can pull on that sensitive flesh and that’s not a pleasant experience for most people. There are also different types of lube which you can choose from depending on the type of situation!
  • There are other ways of having sex then putting dick in butt. Many other ways. Explore them! This also applies to every other gender.
  • Stretching before penetration is important, it can REALLY hurt otherwise. Your character needs to be relaxed, but don’t overstretch them (that can hurt too). That ain’t fun buddy, don’t put your character through that.
  • Don’t just… have your guy who is on top slam his dick into the other? That’s not fun, put some speed differences in there, have him pay attention to the other’s responses.

When the characters are trans men:

  • All trans men are different, much like all cis men are different, and all girls are different, and all other-gendered-folk are different as well. Each has their own experience with their lives, these notes are just things that I’ve personally learned along the way, so they may not be applicable to everyone!
  • After going on HRT (hormone replacement therapy), men can grow facial hair and get a deeper voice.
  • If your character shows signs of having hormones, he may not be able to produce natural lubrication anymore in his parts. Much like cismen, he also needs lube.
  • Some trans men prefer anal, just cause gender dysphoria can suck sometimes.
  • Try to stray away from calling your trans character terms like ‘tranny’ or other terms that can be hurtful. (Some older generations may find power in the term, so this can change.)
  • Some trans men feel uncomfortable when people start talking about their ‘pussy’, calling them ‘woman’, or wanting to ‘impregnate them’ (which for some people -not all though- is impossible once you’ve been on HRT for a while). You might trigger the aforementioned gender dysphoria again in your readers, but also in your character.
  • It’s not a good feeling, so maybe stray away from that! :)
  • Be kind to your trans man, (and your other characters of course), so give him things that make him feel validated as the man he truly is. Use he/him/his pronouns, be obvious about it.

Feel free to add more! This is not an all-encompassing list!
It’s also good to note that everything changes from person to person, so feel free to do some research and talk to trans and cis men alike, go out and write what you like, what makes you happy!


it was this young man jon snow who took the qall and held it, against all the fury of the north. he has proved himself valiant, loyal, and resourceful.

-~ The Signs As Favorite Twenty One Pilots Lyrics~-
Aries: “No one looks up anymore cause you might get a raindrop in your eye and heaven forbid they see you cry” - March to the Sea

Taurus: “While you’re doing fine there’s some people and I who are having a really rough time getting through this life so excuse us while we sing to the sky” - Screen

Gemini: “Shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, no” - Doubt

Cancer: “I know what you think in the morning when the sun shines on the ground and shows what you have done, and you swear to your parents that it will never happen again I know, i know oh oh, what that means, I know oh oh oh oh” - Guns for hands

Leo: “Down in the forest we’ll sing a chorus, one that everybody knows. Hands held higher we’ll be on fire singing songs that nobody wrote” - Forest

Virgo: “All we are is an isle of flightless birds we find our worth in giving birth and stuff. We’re lining our houses against winding roads and we think the going is tough. We pick songs to sing that remind us of things that nobody cares about and honestly we’re probably more suicidal then ever now” - Isle Of Flightless Birds.

Libra: “No one else is dealing with your demons meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, Friend” - Kitchen Sink

Scorpio: “We used to play pretend, give each other different names, we would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away” - Stressed out

Sagittarius: “We all know somebody who knows somebody who’s doing great. I know some people who know people who are flying straight, But I’ll kindly enter in to rooms of depression while ceiling fans and idle hands will take my life again” - Glowing eyes

Capricorn: “Sometimes to stay alive you’ve gotta kill your mind” - Migraine

Aquarius: “He thinks that faith might be dead, nothing kills a man faster then his own head” - Trapdoor

Pisces: “Gangsters don’t cry there for there for I’m mister misty eyed” - Heavydirtysoul


Okay, so it’s not bad at all. The actual bad news is that I’m an ass who keeps spamming WIPs. What else am I good for? (Aside from being in a massive rut I don’t feel like rolling out of HA.)

Getting faster. Still constantly distracted, though.

tbh while I get why people don’t like established relationship fics - as a good portion of the time they’re written with your otp breaking up or their relationship consists of a lot of angst until the very end - I personally love them so much.

Like I don’t get how you could not like your otp being together, being happy, and navigating a relationship, which can be very hard, but then they work through it. Like I love reading about my otp doing the little, sweet things together as well as going through the big things together. If an established relationship fic is written right and written well, it makes for a really compelling story to me. Like, I’m in love with this couple, so I could read about them doing this and that all day long, about them smiling as they kiss and them having little squabble’s over who gets the grocery’s or who forgot to call the plumber because the toilet is still on the fritz, or who is the clean one who gets annoyed at the other’s messiness, etc, etc. 

I love reading about their intimate conversations that lead to them falling even more in love with each other. 

I love reading about their sexual relationship developing and changing as they try new things, but also how they become familiar with what the other person likes the more they have sex. 

I love reading about my otp having a hard time but getting through it. They have fights but they make up. 

But even break-up fics with an at first established relationship can be interesting - which, I feel, might be a reason why some people might not like established relationship fics - because then we get to read about them getting back together, which can also be just as sweet. 

But really I just love reading about my otp being together and never giving up on each other and always working it out. tbh give me all the established relationship fics, because it feels like we so rarely get a happy ending for our fave couples in the tv shows/books/movies we consume, but with fic we can get that all we want, and with established relationship we get to see them be together when tv shows/books/movies so rarely show us a happy couple - and when they do, it feels like it isn’t long before they break them up. Which can work or not work, if it’s written well, but at this point tv shows/books/movies have done it so often that it’s tiring seeing couple and after couple break up, and most likely not be endgame in the end anyway. 

But with established relationship we get to see our otps be together, which is what we really want anyway. 

Not that fics that are our otps getting together aren’t amazing, because they are just as amazing and fun and wonderful. 

But give me an established relationship too and I’ll eat it up like candy because yes, I get to read a story with my otp being together and happy and in love after the getting together part and I’m not just imagining it. It’s the most wonderful feeling to me to read things like that. 

Just, give me all the established relationship pls.

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them

There is a really uncomfortable sense in which mental and emotional health are understood as very different from other kinds of health precisely through the specificity of the lens of psychiatry, which is pseudoscientific and which does not need to follow the guidelines of good science which most other sciences have to follow. There is something very crucial about the sense in which the patient fundamentally gives up the right to personhood and agency with diagnosis- this is why we need to be careful about how we talk about medication. Yes, some people find it helpful, some people find it necessary and this is all fine. But for one thing we do not know WHY medications are necessary because the chemical imbalance theory is hogwash for all we know which was never ever founded well in science, we do not know HOW many medications function, and for another we are encouraged not to ask either of these questions because they might lead us down socially and politically dangerous paths- perhaps a whole generation didn’t just magically develop massive rates of anxiety due to defective chemicals and perhaps something deeply sinister and pervasive is plaguing them, perhaps black radical dissenters have real politics and not just delusions. To shut off all critical thinking and accept a fallacy many psychiatrist themselves recognize as just that (fallacy and old science) is a foolish political mistake that has an effect on real people.

The extent to which psychiatry removes agency from the patient is absurd. For instance, my grandfather died of cancer. He chose in his last few years to remain unmedicated. This was probably not a smart choice- he was a stubborn old man who didn’t want to be bothered being poked, even though he did at first have some slim chance of beating the cancer. But there was never, ever any question that he had the right to refuse chemo that eventually ripped his body apart and cut his weight in half and didn’t beat the cancer anyway. There was never, ever any question of whether doctors ought to tie him down, medicate him, and then have him sign paperwork agreeing to remaim medicated under threat of medical incarceration. Human beings, adults with their own desires and politics and wants and needs, do not owe stability to anybody- if their problems make life too difficult for the people around them then those people are free to go, especially when mental illness symptoms cause someone to behave in ways that are just mean. But no adult human being deserves the kind of treatment that is standard for patients whom doctors have decided will rely on them for the rest of their lives. And we should, we MUST, be critical of any narrative which holds that some people just naturally need to be completely stripped of their agency and right to make medical decisions. I get that this makes people uncomfortable- some people will absolutely hurt themselves unmedicated, will be worse off unmedicated, will possibly die unmedicated and these are not good or comfortable things. But the idea of forcibly medicating people ought to make you uncomfortable too. Otherwise we have lost our empathy with and, in a sense, our understanding of mentally ill people as human beings.

It’s okay to have fictional characters do problematic stuff. Really, it is. Fictional characters are there to tell a story; not to be perfect paragons of virtue.

“Yeah!” some people will say. “It’s fine as long as you show that it’s problematic!”

And I’ll say: No. You don’t need to always do that either. We can’t expect writers to point out every moral misstep a character makes.

It’s okay to have characters do something problematic, and it’s okay to assume that the readers can see why it’s problematic on their own.

not to be a preachy freak but community college is an awesome, underutilized resource. if people could get their heads out of their asses and stop stigmatizing cc, everyone could save so much money.

for some people like myself, it is a 2nd chance. in high school i was seriously considering dropping out but i graduated w a 2.5-2.7 gpa that no uni was gonna take. now im in 1 of the top 10 design programs in tha country. some people did fine in hs but can’t afford a 4 yr right away and cc almost halves that cost. Or maybe u just want ur associates degree.. or maybe u just need to stay close to home to take care of ur fam…or u’re an older student and cc gives u the chance to work while taking night classes. there are so many reasons ppl go to cc and there’s nothing wrong with any of them…stop shitting on cc and cc students

Prompt #1

 This took way longer than it should have done… Anyway, this is for the two anons who both sent in similar requests!

Warning: smut, rated M

Hello,angel! I just want to give you a Malec prompt because I really like the way you write them. :) So basically Alec hears Magnus speak/sing something in Spanish and is angry and grumpy because he’s probably the only one who doesn’t understand and can’t talk this language (Izzy& Simon are like perf, Clary and Jace have the basics) . When he tells Magnus, the warlock decides to teach him, but in more intimate and erotic way, while they are in the bedroom. 

“Alec, are you okay?” Magnus asked, suddenly interrupting the previous fifteen minutes of complete silence.

They were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, the mattress between them  cold and the air between them still. Which was fine. Magnus of all people knew that everyone needed some quiet-time every now and again. He was spending this particular quiet-time reading his battered copy of Wuthering Heights for the nth time. Alec, however, did nothing except stare down at his fingers which must have been absolutely fascinating as they fiddled with the frayed hem of his baggy t-shirt.

Nonchalantly, Alec turned his head and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” his eyes directed at Magnus but not looking directly at Magnus.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Alec nodded and shrugged. At the same time.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Magnus deadpanned.

With an arduous sigh, Alec said, “I’m fine. Really.”

After folding down the top of the page carefully, Magnus snapped the book shut and placed it on the bed-side table, then turned back to Alec. “You haven’t exactly been talkative this evening,” he stated. “Not that you’re usually particularly talkative… Let me paraphrase that: you haven’t exactly been more talkative than the less than talkative but sometimes pretty talkative that you usually are.”

Alec snorted and, despite trying as hard as possible to keep his expression stony, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Mission accomplished, Magnus thought, feeling very pleased with himself.

“Really. It’s nothing, Magnus,” Alec eventually said.

“Well it’s your loss,” the warlock said, still not entirely convinced.

And then the silence returned.

“Did I do something?” Magnus asked.

“No,” Alec said in the most unconvincing way possible.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Magnus informed him. “And don’t think that I don’t recognise the silent treatment when I’m given it.”

“How am I giving you the silent treatment?” Alec exclaimed, a hint of uneasy indignation in his voice. “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”



“You know what.”

“I actually don’t.”

The warlock rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sent a quick prayer to any deity who may be listening. “Alexander,” he sang.

“Magnus,” he sang in reply.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Magnus warned.

“I’m not-”

Too late. Magnus was already crawling towards Alec and before the Shadowhunter could react, he was straddling Alec’s legs. “Come on. Talk to Aunty Maggie.”

Alec grimaced.

Magnus huffed. “At least give me a clue as to what’s wrong.”

All he got was a slow, displeased blink.

Magnus narrowed his eyes and considered leaving the grumpy Shadowhunter to stew in his own petulance, when a thought suddenly hit him.

Magnus gasped comically, a grin spreading across his face. “I know what it is!”

Alec gave him a sheepish glare.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that Alexander.”

Alec folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the duvet beside him. “S'not my fault,” he grumbled.

“Not your fault… what?”

“That I can’t speak Spanish.”

Magnus’ grin dropped from his face. “What?”

Alec’s head snapped up as he realised his mistake. “I thought you said…” At Magnus’ confused expression, he then said, “Wait. Why did you think that…?”

“I thought you were angry because I shrank one of your sweaters when I tried to do the laundry manually!” Magnus exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch as he spoke.

Alec frowned. “You did the laundry manually?”

“Yeah. Whatever. But what do you mean, you can’t speak Spanish?” Magnus asked, completely ignoring that last comment. “Why are you upset because you can’t speak Spanish?”

“You don’t remember, do you.”

“Remember what?…” Magnus asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Alec bowed his head as he tried to hide the embarrassed blush that tinged his cheeks and he worriedly chewed his bottom lip.

Magnus was still straddling Alec’s legs as he sat in thought. He wracked his brain for something- anything. He’d tried to run through all the events of the day in his head, remembering what he did first thing in the morning, and then at midday, and then-


Alec seemed to pick up on Magnus’ realisation, as he then said, “I know it’s not a big deal and I know you didn’t say anything bad, but Izzy and Simon understood you, and so did Clary and Jace and I–” He took in a deep breath. “I just want to know what you said.”

“You could have asked-”

“I did,” Alec said quickly. “But you… I don’t think you heard me at the time. And you had clients in the afternoon, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Magnus found himself yet again speechless because of Alec, who seemed so insecure and uncomfortable as he confessed what had been on his mind. This was a shadowhunter who was insecure about not being able to speak Spanish. Most shadowhunters, Magnus knew, would never find it in themselves to care about something as mundane as that. But Alec wasn’t most shadowhunters, and although Magnus already knew this, he still found himself surprised at some of the smallest things that Alec would do.

So Magnus leaned in and kissed him. The contact was slow and gentle, but deliberate. It was clear that Alec hadn’t been expecting it, but he eventually relaxed into the familiar contact and brought his warm hands up to the back of Magnus’ neck and rested them there as if the touch reassured him.

When Magnus pulled away slightly, Alec softly asked, a smile in his voice, “What was that for?”

“For being you,” Magnus answered easily.

With a light snort, Alec told Magnus, “You know, I still want to know what you said earlier.”

Magnus paused, in thought.

“It wasn’t anything bad, was it?” Alec suddenly said, worry creeping into his voice.

“No! No, of course not!” Magnus exclaimed.

“Then why…”

Magnus smirked, and then he was kissing Alec again, slow and teasing. The shadowhunter couldn’t resist at first, but when he seemed to gather his senses, he pushed against Magnus’ chest and pulled away. “Seriously, Magnus, I want to know what you said!”

“All in good time, my dear,” the warlock teased, taking Alec’s wrists and slowly moving them apart as he moved forwards and pressed his entire body against Alec’s so that he couldn’t escape. He nipped and kissed his way down the side of Alec’s neck, following the large, inky-black pattern of the deflect rune and ignoring Alec’s continued complaints as he did so.

As he reached the collar of the shirt, he released Alec’s wrists to snap away the inconvenience, causing Alec to squirm beneath Magnus as goosebumps broke out over his tattooed torso. Before Alec could push him off, the warlock snaked his magic around his wrists to keep him in place.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Alec cried indignantly, pushing against the force holding him down but to no avail.

“Did I ever mention being fair?” Magnus drawled. “I think not.”

And then he snapped away the last of the material between them: his own dressing-gown and Alec’s boxers. Alec blushed heavily as he lay completely bare beneath Magnus, who was equally naked. Even though Magnus had seen him naked many times before, the shadowhunter’s pulse would always increase nervously as his clothes were removed.

Magnus then proceeded to make sure Alec was as unselfconscious as possible. He pressed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to every rune and scar that painted Alec’s chest and stomach, tracing the lines with the tips of his fingers as he went. Alec had ceased straining against the magic that bound his wrists, instead yielding completely to Magnus’ power and relaxed slightly.

When Magnus reached Alec’s throbbing erection, he didn’t dive in straight away. First, he kissed and licked at Alec’s hipbones, well aware o another particular part of his body that would like the same attention.

When his lingered at Alec’s hips for a few seconds longer than necessary, Alec stirred. “Magnus,” he said, his voice throaty and deep. “Magnus, please…”

The warlock cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Alexander my darling? What is it?”

“You know damn well what it is,” Alec growled.

“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Magnus said nonchalantly. “You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

Alec merely grunted in response, the sound a mixture of a sulky huff and a pained whine.

“Use your words, Alec dear-”

“Okay okay!” the shadowhunter nearly yelled. “Please, Magnus. Touch me, suck me- anything!”

A second later, Alec’s entire erection was engulfed by Magnus’ mouth. Alec let out a choked cry, arching his back off the bed before he could stop himself as he felt the back of Magnus’ throat. Magnus held him like that for a few moments, swallowing around Alec’s pulsing erection, and then pulled off, only to go back down again, causing the Shadowhunter’s entire body to shudder. With his free hands, he gripped the base of Alec’s cock and kneaded his heavy balls, eliciting even more moans from him.

“You do realise,” Alec said shakily as Magnus continued to bob his head, slowly and without rhythm, up and down Alec’s cock. “Th-that I still want to know what you said earlier… This isn’t going to make me forget.”

Magnus pulled off and said, “I’m not telling you what I said. I’m showing you,” before returning his attention to Alec’s straining erection.

“M-Magnus,” he stammered after a couple more minutes of the torturously slow friction. “I’m gonna… I’m going to…”

Magnus pulled off with a smirk. “So soon, darling?”

Alec flushed a darker shade of red and looked away. “Shut up,” he mumbled.

“I thought you wanted to know what I said…” Magnus said with a teasing tone.

“I thought you were in the process of showing me,” Alec shot back cleverly. “Or whatever that’s supposed to mean- By the Angel!” he exclaimed as Magnus swallowed him once more, only this time Magnus set off at a pace designed to make his boyfriend come as quickly as possible. Which he did.

Not even thirty seconds later, Alec came down Magnus’ throat with a throaty whimper which he would have smothered with his hands if his arms weren’t pinned down by Magnus’ magic.

Once Alec’s body had relaxed and stopped quivering with the after-shocks of his climax, Magnus released his softening cock and shuffled up the bed to lie beside his boyfriend. His own erection was still very much hard and throbbing, but it could wait.

“So?” he asked. “Any thoughts on what it was that I said?”

Alec’s eyes were closed and he was still catching his breath when he sleepily said, “I dunno… Something to do with blow-jobs?”

Magnus chuckled. “Nope.”

“Ugh, why won’t you just tell me?” Alec whined.


Alec pursed his lips. “Then at least let me finish you off,” he said with a glance down to Magnus’ cock.

“That does sound nice… But still nope.”

Alec sighed. “Fine then. Have it your way.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“Magnus. Just tell me.”

“Okay then…” He pressed a deep, tongue-less kiss to Alec’s lips, and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“What?!” the shadowhunter exclaimed. “Why tomorrow?!”

“Well,” he said, feigning deep-thought. “It depends.”

“On what?” Alec growled, narrowing his eyes.

Magnus grinned. “On whether that stamina rune of yours can get you up for a round two.”

anonymous asked:

You made Chiaki even cuter! I didn't think it was even possible! X3 I kinda wanna see an ask blog about her now, but I don't wanna impose on you.

Awww thanks anon! I’m glad you think so! I love Cheeks so doing an ask blog for her would be a lotta fun but idk how long my interest would hold for an actual blog. Tell ya what tho, If you wanna ask her questions on here that’s fine just specify! I’ll make some drawn replies and if people like it enough I’ll make it a semi-regular thing or something ^^

It’s okay to be questioning.

Some people know their sexual identity when they’re like 5.

Originally posted by buzzfeedlgbt

Some people figure it out when they’re 15.

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

Some people are super sure in their 30s.

Originally posted by dontyoucallyourhusbanddaddy

Some people totes know on their 60th birthday.

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

And people come out at 105.

Originally posted by troylerelladeville

Some people aren’t sure and that’s fucking fine. Some people are totally sure and that’s fucking fine.

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

Congrats on being willing to seek your truest self. <3

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: I'm really not fine with the fact that some people think snape was actually a good person because he tried to make up for his mistakes by protecting an orphan that lost his parents BECAUSE OF HIM. Also he fucking abused his students, even the one he was supposed to FUCKING PROTECT remember???, called the only friend he had a mudblood, joined a racist organization because he was rejected by some chick, created his own spell to slice people in half and make sushi out of them, told the dark lord about a profecy and only regretted it because it was interpreted to be about the woman that he had loved but friendzoned him because he was a racist bastard and
Joker Imagine - Human market

 Just a fair WARNING this might be triggering for some people (Which is fine!) also some other ‘special’ people might be angry so those can fuck off. But they who are sensitive to these topics (crime, violence etc) it’s ok, I understand. I am also too tired because I have been up for over 24 hours so that’s another warning. Enjoy!

Originally posted by gochaseyourself

Your P.O.V.

My cell was cold, almost wet. Everything seemed dark, simply too cruel to be true. My head ached and I felt like I was dying. Unless these people demanding me to call them ‘masters’ fed me something to keep breathing. How long had I been here? Who knows, days, weeks perhaps months. I lost count. My life changed so much when I got drunk and these sick fuckers kidnapped me.

I wasn’t sure where I was. The last place I remembered being in was Las Vegas. But I had a gut feeling that this wasn’t Vegas. This prison built of cement was my home, I could say. I was for sale. These ‘masters’ had customers who came to see us, the poor souls trapped in this inhuman place.We were treated like We were treated worse like animals. They beat us up if we didn’t listen, they would do awful things. But did they kill? No unless they absolutely had to. These people wanted to sell us to get some filthy money in their pockets.

Me, Y/N just an ordinary girl had somehow become a human piece of shit that was on sale. One of our masters that always wore an all black suit had dressed me up in a dirty little costume, a sexy maid. It made me feel disgusting, but it was all I had. I just wanted to die, honestly. This wasn’t worth living. If I’d get out, a dirty old pervert would own me and that wouldn’t be any better. I just sat here, slowly but surely dying.

The dark halls got some light and I tensed up immediately. Through the metal bars I saw three people coming closer, making my heart beat faster. Adrenaline, my new best friend. The girl in the cell on my opposite was asleep. That wasn’t allowed when customers came so I had to do something. I ran to the bars and fought my fear. ‘’Psst..Leona wake up’’ I whisper-yelled at her. No reaction from the pretty blonde. The customer and masters were coming closer and it made me sick.

‘’Leona!’’ I tried again with the same results. Suddenly I heard someone calling me by my pet name they made up, pussycat. My breath hitched in my throat but I didn’t flinch. I looked at the two masters, dressed in black. They had a customer behind them, but I could see green hair. I kept an angry look on my face, looking at them with pure hatred. I would not surrender for those bloody wankers.

‘’Trying to save your little friend?’’ The shorter one with a dark stubble pouted, but it didn’t take long until he was laughing. I looked into his eyes and kept quiet. If I’d open my mouth, I’d only say something smart. I completely forgot about the customer because I was so mad. I hated these so called masters my ass. They were idiots, tragic losers who had nothing to live for. I’d kill if I could. Man I’d make them sorry for everything they had done to all these innocent people.

‘’Feisty one..Want to fight again?’’ He laughed dirtily and hit his friend’s arm playfully. They were both disgusting, but strong. ‘’Come on’’ I literally spat at him. That slick smile vanished quickly and he grabbed the key to my cell. I was scared as heck, fuck I nearly regretted my words. But my anger got the best of me. The door opened and the short guy stepped at the entrance. ‘’Oh you little slut I think you need to be taught who’s boss’’ Shorty growled and rolled up his sleeves. As he was busy doing that, I leaped against him, giving it my everything.

It caught him by surprise. Shorty fell on the hard ground on his back , me on top of him. Although I had wounds and bruises, I was eager to bring this man down. He tried to push me off, but I held onto his neck with my nails, squeezing so hard that I felt his blood under my nails. ‘’Fuck you’’ I whispered at him and then freed one hand to get ready to hit him. Shorty tried to kick me, but it only gave me more strength to punch him right in the face. He yelled out in pain as I had hit his eye. Then he threw me off, making me roll on the dirty ground.

Air knocked out of my lungs and I coughed a couple times. But in the end I smiled. At least I got to hurt that son of a bitch. My body ached and I gave up. As I moved my eyes away from shorty, I saw the green haired man. That’s when I felt bad. That white skin, blood red smile and those tattoos said it all. It was Gotham’s own clown prince of crime, the Joker. So we were in Gotham..

He was smiling down at me, but I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. I heard someone loading a gun and suddenly tall guy pointed at me with a gun. Before he could pull the trigger, Joker spoke. ‘’ Oh relax’’ Joker sighed and put his hand in front of the gun. Damn he had guts. Although who would dare to upset Joker? I lied on the ground in shock and let them handle the situation. 

‘’She’s crazy!’’ Shorty yelled, obviously upset that I hurt him. What a little bitch. Joker rolled his blue eyes and then kneeled down so he was closer to me. I looked at him coldly, not daring to do much tho. ‘’What’s your real name?’’ Joker asked me with a raspy voice. I pushed myself up so I was sitting, but I tried to back off a little bit. Even tho I knew Joker was a bad man, he stopped me from being shot. ‘’Oh quit it she’s-’’ Shorty started again, but that wasn’t the right choice. Joker grabbed something from his purple jacket and the next thing I knew he had shot Shorty.

Tall guy pointed at Joker now, but that was another mistake. I was a little taken back by what happened. Shorty was dead. ‘’I wouldn’t do that if I were you’’ Joker warned tall guy and stood up. I watched as the two men faced each other. Someone would get hurt and I got a strong feeling it wasn’t going to be Joker. Tall guy lowered his gun and then Joker punched him. ‘’Don’t do that again’’ Joker yelled and kneeled his stomach. Meanwhile I got up and I tried to sneak off, but Joker saw me. 

‘’Stop’’ He demanded and my body froze by his word. A shiver ran down my spine and I faced him with my back. ‘’Now who are you girl? I like what I’m seeing’’ Joker admitted and came closer to me. I had no other choice than to listen to him. ‘’I’m Y/N’’ I spoke, feeling really scared but intrigued at the same time. ‘’Listen to me Y/N, we’re going to walk out of here and you’ll come with me’’ He told me seriously. Tears stung my eyes and I wanted to scream out of frustration. 

‘’I’m not good at sex if that’s what you want’’ I whimpered and then felt hot tears washing down my face. I had nothing to lose anyway. Suddenly Joker stepped in front of me. Our eyes met and I couldn’t hold back my tears. They just flowed down my face as I held my breath.’’Oh Y/N I came here to shoot this asshole. Then I saw you. I loved that flame of hatred I saw burning in your eyes’’ Joker spoke deeply, keeping his eyes on me as he spoke.

‘’We have something in common. I want to work with you. I can make you rise Y/N, we can take over Gotham, okay? Does that sound good?’’ He admitted which baffled me. That didn’t make sense but it was my only chance to get out of here.‘’How can I trust you?’’ I asked him, not being too easy for him. Joker rolled his eyes again and sighed. ‘’You don’t have a choice love’’ he reminded me the awful truth. ‘’Come on, there’s crazy in your eyes. I like that! I rarely like stuff. I do things without plans, but you are a plan worth something. I just feel it!’’ He let me know and he sounded convincing.


(Sorry this sucks I’m so tired I feel like I’m floating)

Me: Any social push to get LGBT people to completely stop talking about our sexualities is functionally homophobic and transphobic, and LGBT spaces (and people) do not all need to be desexualized to be fine and worth upkeeping, sexuality is actively good and fine among LGBT people

Some dumbass: Uh why??? Do you hate kids???? And want all ace people to die???