they really do a great job with her

I love how you can look at screenshots from the Pokemon anime and just know which season it came from. The animators really do a great job at giving each region its own unique characteristics.

For example, in Hoenn the green colors were softer and more yellow, subltely emphasizing the region’s tropical climate.

On the other hand, Sinnoh had more pine trees. Mountains were almost always seen nearby. Blue and blue-green shades were used abundantly, which helped to show the colder climate of the region.

But here’s the best part: Even the ramen is specialized for the region. 
In Hoenn, May expressed her excitement over eating ramen. Specifically, Tonkotsu Ramen. Tonkotsu Ramen is a style of ramen from Fukuoka, Kyushu, the island Hoenn is based off of.

See the similarity?

But in Sinnoh, people eat a completely different type of ramen. A popular style of ramen in Hokkaido, the place Sinnoh is based on, is Butter-Corn Ramen. That’s the same kind of ramen Meowth made in the Diamond and Pearl episode “Noodles Roamin’ Off!”

Thoughts on the Mercy nerf from a Diamond Mercy main.

Here are some observations I’ve made from trying Mercy out with the rez cast time. The cast time of rez has several hidden effects to the Mercy gameplay - all of which make life for a Mercy player difficult.

1) Those two seconds spent casting rez are two seconds where I can’t heal my teammates. I now have to consider whether my teammates will survive for two seconds while I’m not healing them. If a teammate dies, but a lot of the team are at critical heath, I cannot afford to stop healing them to rez. This may result in a missed window of opportunity to rez that teammate. It makes no sense for me to rez a teammate only for another one to die immediately after - not worth it.

2) You can fumble a rez now. The current rez requires line of sight - this was not a big problem until rez also got a cast time. If I activate rez but then look away from my teammate (like if I’m getting ready to guardian angel away), the rez will finish casting and begin cooldown but my teammate won’t actually be revived. This means I have to stay looking in one direction for 2 seconds and take that extra time to turn around to get out of there afterwards. Aka - even more reason I’m extremely vulnerable while rezzing.

3) Heroes sometimes die - specifically the tanks. You know who’s supposed to be in the thick of the fight on the front lines? Tanks. You know who provides protection to a Mercy so she can successfully rez? Tanks. Basically if a tank dies, it is highly unlikely that I will be able to rez them without getting killed myself because a) they probably died in the front lines with no cover, and b) the dead tank is the one that’s supposed to give me cover to rez.

4) Say goodbye to King of the Hill maps! If there is a team fight happening on the capture point and one of my teammates dies, there is little to no chance of rezzing that teammate successfully unless I activate Valkyrie. There’s almost no cover on any of the capture points in koth, which makes that casting time excruciatingly long. 

5) Making Mercy stupidly vulnerable during rez is forcing me to revert back to the Old Ways of hiding. Mercy was originally reworked because people complained that Mercy players weren’t participating in team fights enough. With the introduction of the casting time for rez, I find myself playing it way more conservatively. I’ll hide if necessary. This is having the opposite effect of how Blizzard wanted Mercy players to play.

Overall opinion: For the first time in my 300+ hours on Mercy, Blizzard has successfully made me hate playing her. I have tried to be understanding and adaptable to all these changes she’s been seeing for the last few weeks. But this nerf has pushed me over the edge. It just doesn’t feel great to play her anymore - I loved playing Mercy because I love speed and fluidity with my movement and I love healing in general. But this nerf breaks Mercy’s rhythm completely. The fact that the stars have to align in order for me to do my job is ridiculous. Resurrection is Mercy’s defining ability - and they have made me feel the most vulnerable when I’m using that ability. This feels like a giant middle finger from Blizzard to Mercy players (or really just support players) - they didn’t take quality of life of the Mercy players into account at all. It’s not fun to play her. But that doesn’t matter because shitty dps players can at least hit me now that I move slower than the bots in the practice range.

V Route Tips Day 1 - 11

I’ll make this one post. The whole deal is in one post… because I don’t want to put endless links in the Masterpost though. 


Disclaimer: 

  • This will contain spoilers. I’ve done my best to not spoil the plot. 
  • This is how I personally played through this. I’ve gotten the normal ending. But I assume it’s like the other routes, depending on guests. But I can not 100% confirm this will work for everyone.
  • I am not entirely sure how many guests you need to get the good ending. Someone told me you need 15 Guests in order to get it, instead of 9 or 10 in the other routes. I’ve had 13 Guests iirc… So yeah that’s not enough.

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It was great to work with her [Dyer] but it kind of sucked on my part. I had never really done a scene where I had to be as emotionally available. It’s just a hard thing to stay in, to stay in this limbo of doing the scene and then talking to crew members while they’re eating turkey sandwiches and then go back and get your heart broken again. It’s a really tough part about the job that I think even I didn’t fully understand. Now that I have a better understanding, it’s like trying to get my process in a good place so that you can stay there. And sometimes it means not talking to anyone or sitting in a corner or whatever you gotta do. Just knowing what you need is a very important part of the job. — Joe Keery on what was that like shooting the scene where she [Nancy] was drunk and saying that she didn’t love you.

This is written from the perspective of a person being screwed over by someone else’s malicious compliance....& I’m loving it.

I work for a medium-size development company in a mid-size City. The company has about ten employees, and we collectively manage a little under 50 million dollars worth of residential and commercial real estate. We are definitely understaffed. The person who owns the company has a temper and, as employees, a lot of what we do is to manage what information she knows about the company to keep her temper in check.

Our longest term employee is our amazing head of facilities who has been with the company for about 8 years and he knows/does EVERYTHING and we are always SOL without him, because he is pretty amazing at his job. He can’t even really take a day off without receiving at least a few phone calls from staff, even on his sick days, we just need him that badly. And, being a great human, he is always there for us.

Well, he made a pretty big mistake on Friday, because he is human, and it really isn’t that a huge deal in that it didn’t cost our company any money, we apologized, and everything is basically fine, however, the woman who owns our company accidentally saw an email about it on someone else’s computer and she lost her shit and he received a one-week suspension….as he has around weeks worth of built up PTO, and even the woman who does HR/payroll thinks the suspension is unjust, it will be paid.

Annnd we are completely falling apart without him. I finally broke down and texted him for help, and he said, “sorry! I’m suspended! Can’t help! Lol”

The woman who owns our company was even asking where he was earlier when she couldn’t find something. It’s already epic, and we’re only one day in. The employee in me is panicking, and the human in me is rubbing hands together in glee.

Lie to me? Steal my work? Have fun going from 52K a year to minimum wages.

(warning: long story)

Takes place back in 2014, long read with a lot of buildup to revenge. I was about a year into my job and was being recognized for my talents and promoted pretty regularly. I was constantly being used as the liaison between my company and the client companies we had business and contracts with, and literally have saved our contract companies hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Then I was approached by Amy, who was in another department, for a job opportunity in the next month or so. She was going out on medical leave and was going to train me to take over her position in the interim and then fully take it over once she came back and moved into a new role. I was ecstatic because I knew she had a salary position and that’s what I really wanted. Most of the salaried positions in the company were the kind you had direct reports and in my industry there is a lot of stupid and handholding so I was not looking forward to have to deal with that stuff, but here was this angel offering me the salary I wanted and the stepping stone I wanted to get further in the company, all without having to deal with stupidity on a daily basis! So for the next 3 weeks I’m pulled from my current duties about twice a week to train in her position. In the beginning it was really menial stuff to get aquatinted with her department but then we started getting into the bigger Excel stuff. Now her job was 90% Excel based, but in having her teach me her job and the duties and deadlines for certain things I realized she was basically flying by with basic Excel knowledge (I’m taking formulas to do math and VLOOKUPs were the majority of what she used in EVERYTHING). Now I was really okay with it and knew I could bring a lot more to the position with my knowledge and really help out the management team and showcase my expertise to them.

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Some hilarious prompts #2

(bcs why not) Finally my collection of text posts will get in use omgg :D:D:DD:

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(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (for promts from this list and from the first one ; third one)

82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep shit.

83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. 

84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point.

85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my shoes.

86. How long after arriving at someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password?

87. Getting real tired of my own bullshit.

88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down.

89.  Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.”

90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else  is fast asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your thoughts?
      B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. 

91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your dumb hand, you piece of shit.

92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes.

93.  You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly swallowing sand.

94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist.

95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot.

96. Studies show that I literally did not ask.

97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside…
      B: Whew!!! good
      A:…It’s who you are on the inside!
      B: Ah, fuck!

98.  A (puts their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there?

99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves.

100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you.

101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first!

102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad.

103. Single, not sure how to mingle.

104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate.

105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.

106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut.
        B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin.

107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me.

109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work.

110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you?

111.  A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
        B: What?
        A: I said you suck.

112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating?

113.  If you step on a person’s foot they open their mouth, just like a trash can.

114. How do I get over someone I never even dated?

115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles.

116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me.

117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me.

118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit.

119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will.

120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life.

121. A: You don’t talk much.
        B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself.

122.  A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say
         B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us.

123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories.
        B: Not if I get drunk enough.

124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad?
        B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated.
        A: Smad.
        B: Oh my gOD.

125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot?

126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking.

127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting.

128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it?

129.  I always look sleep deprived is that hot?

130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes.

131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it.

132.  I’m tired 8 days a week.

133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair.

134.  I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.

135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you.

136.  I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you?

137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell.

138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?!
       B: You need to get laid, you weirdo.

139. A: You wear that a lot.
        B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant.

140.  I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves.

141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass.

142. The future is now, old man.

143. Seriously, all you do is bitch.

144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job.

145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember.

146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one.

147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”.

148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit.

149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her.
        B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream.

150.  So tired of being human, I want to be a flower.

151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said!

152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry.

153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon.
        B: Because dragons don’t die?
        A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously.

154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble.

155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole

156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting.

157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind.

158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up.

159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead?

160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?

You know what? I’m so fucking tired of Taylor being literally the only female singer who has to put up with ridiculous amounts of shit being thrown at her for some weird unprovoked reason every time she does something. She literally is just existing and doing the job that she loves and is incredible at, is it that hard to leave her alone?? Like okay great you don’t like her music it’s not for everyone, but you don’t have to be an asshole about it. If you don’t like, here’s a whole concept: Shut up about it!!!! Some people are obsessive with their vicious tweets towards her like wow don’t they get exhausted??? She is nothing but kind and generous and open hearted and genuine, she deserves none of all of the shit that people give her and I really hope she knows that

This job comes with a family

“Are you ever going to tell them?” Ford asks one afternoon as she and Nursey are sitting on the reading room.

“Tell them what?” Nursey is lying on his back, sunglasses on and looking like he’s staring at the clouds, though she suspected he’d been sleeping for at least part of the time they’d been out there.

“That you knew me before the team hired me?” She shouldn’t prod, she’s not really sure she wants to know the answer… But…

“Does sitting in on rehearsals for two weeks actually count as knowing you? I think we might have had one conversation that consisted of Sit there.

“I probably said stop talking at some point,” she giggled despite herself. “But really, you don’t think it was like… a conflict of interest?”

“Why would it be?” He rolls over to look at her. “It’s not like I went ‘Hey Lardo, hire this girl cause I met her once and I think she’d be good at it’, I wasn’t even at the interview.”

“But-” She stops herself.

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I worked in the produce department of a large commercial grocery store. One very busy Sunday afternoon I was working the entire department by myself (it was a three man job at least). I didn’t let it phase me, and just continued to bust my ass trying to keep things filled and keep customers happy. The thing about grocery stores on a Sunday is, no matter how full you pack a shelf or a bin, things are going to run low and dwindle out in like an hour. Especially on high ticket items, so I was having to rush around and refill things as I went.

At one point a manager did a walk through.

“Where is everyone?”

“I’m the only one, we were short staffed and had a call off.”

The manage looked around and scoffed. “I’m really going to need you to pick up the pace. You’re running low on lettuce and cucumbers, you honestly think that’s acceptable? And I was going to have you guys set up a new display but since you’re the only one here I guess it’s all on you. And when you’re done with that I have the new end cap set ups.”

Setting up a display takes forever, and doing end caps was going to make filling things that much more delayed. Basically despite establishing I was alone, she was piling a load of extra work on me and offering me no help to do it.

I was so incredibly frustrated that I was almost in tears, but went about cramming the shelves as full as I could to buy myself some time. As I was doing this a customer stopped me.

“Excuse me, miss? I heard you say you were all on your own today. I just wanted to say your department looks great. You are doing an awesome job and you should be really proud, okay?”

I really did start crying as he walked away. I watched him catch up with the manager and speak to her while gesturing my way. I’m not sure what he said and nothing ever came of it, but his encouragement certainly helped me get through the rest of my shift in better spirits.

Character Analysis: Holly Blue Agate

Anonymous said:
what were your thoughts on holly blue?

I’ll keep the introduction short for this post. Holly Blue is the second Homeworld character introduced affiliated with Homeworld and a specific Diamond. The first character was Peridot. While the Rubies openly talk about their service to Yellow Diamond, they don’t share the deep investment that Holly Blue and Peridot have shown in the story.

It’s interesting looking at her character knowing what we do about Peridot now. So let’s get right into it!

1. Gem Placement

Anonymous said:
What do you suppose Holly Blue Agate’s gem placement (the back of her head, at the base of her skull) symbolizes?

Going by anatomy, the back of the skull is where the occipital lobe of the brain is located. The occipital lobe functions not necessarily to let us see, but to help us make sense of what we’re seeing. That is, the occipital lobe helps us interpret and comprehend the images that our eyes are looking at.

And to me, there’s something interesting about every single moment we get to see Holly Blue’s gem in Gem Heist, when she’s first introduced. In those moments, she sees the CGs just as they’re doing something they’re not supposed to do, and each time, she misinterprets what happens and they don’t get caught.

The very first time we see her gem is when the CGs just arrive and try to convince the Amethysts of their credibility. That Sapphire isn’t a “disgraced” Homeworld defector and that she’s the leader of the entire operation bringing a new human for Blue Diamond’s Zoo. Holly Blue buys into this narrative completely and leads them exactly where they want to go.

The second time is immediately after Pearl is ordered to open the first door. Pearl makes a very un-Pearl face at Holly, who, with back turned, ignores it unknowingly, saving Pearl and Sapphire what could have been a heated questioning.

The third time, she and Sapphire walk in on the other CGs trying to destroy the door. And they look so obviously guilty, but Holly blames it on the Amethysts instead. 

Close to the end of the episode, we have one more shot of her gem as the Amethysts take Steven away and he’s very loudly resisting. We know that’s a sign of the upturn that Steven causes later on, but Holly interprets it as a sign that things are running smoothly and going to be fine.

Note that none of these circumstances immediately signal to Holly that things are going wrong. The Zoo is a far off outpost that has been very low-key. Working there must be very quiet, save the occasional visit from BD. Holly wouldn’t be expecting trouble and that tinges the way she processes what goes on around her.

I’d say on a normal day, the Famethyst pulls a few pranks, Holly makes them clean up and then they train for a while. Holly goes around inspecting everything. And it’s boring. So when a noble gem shows up, Holly wants things to be the best they can be.

It’s a point in how our contexts tinge how we interpret what our senses tell us. In experiencing the world, there is definitely going to be an element of subjectivity. No two people experience the same scenario the same way because just from a physical standpoint, they’re never really in the same place at the same time.

I think this is especially true for Holly. Her gem, which I’ve mentioned before gives us an idea of how gems interact with the world, is behind her. That means she wants to be on top of everything, but she doesn’t face things directly when interacting with them. She’s always just a little bit behind on what’s going on.

Additionally, we’ve already seen a discrepancy between what she sees and what she makes of it. It implies that she’s out of touch with what’s happening on the ground. Extending it further, she’s a bit out of touch with herself. Functioning at her best, I’d say she’d be very perceptive. But that “gut feeling” has to be cultivated.

And being out of touch is a very real phenomenon. Holly is in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t get to interact with a lot of gems and the gems she does interact with are ones she’s been with for thousands of years from very early on in their lives.

I’d say that she’s amazing at telling what the Famethyst are up to. She’s always suspicious of them, and that’s maybe because they’ve given her a reason to believe something is always brewing. If the mischievous character of our own Amethyst is anything to go by, poking fun at Holly’s uptight nature is something they’d be doing very frequently, even before the CGs came. 

Holly can probably tell what the Famethyst are plotting even at a glance. She’s attuned to them, whether she wants to be or not. And that leads to the next point.

2. Position on Homeworld

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motherapricot  asked:

I know you don't normally answer questions, or at least I haven't seen to many. But I was curious as to your stance on historical figures that were queer but not of moral standing. Ex. Alexander Hamilton was most likely bisexual or something of that configuration, but was also a slave owner. I see a lot of lgbt+ historical icons, who are "Disqualified" because of something they did. I was just wondering how you felt about it (1/2)

(2/2) Personally, I think their being a lgbt+ historical figure should be acknowledged, but so should their downfalls so they won’t become an icon per se. I’m not really too sure how to verbalize my thoughts, but I hope that was somewhat coherent. And I’m just wondering what you as queer historians have to say on the matter

First I want to say that you did a great job of verbalizing your thoughts and I really appreciate you coming to our project to discuss this because we do have some thoughts and this is an interesting topic overall. 

We discussed this briefly in our most recent article Annemarie Schwarzenbach

In discussing her life we note this concept briefly saying: 

“We know there have been queer people who are horrible, in fact we need to look no further than one generation above Annemarie herself. Her mother, a queer woman who actively supported Nazi’s. Queer history is not clean. It is not simple, or easy, or always on the right side of the battle. Like all of history it is complex.”

And today actually I saw someone do the exact thing you were talking about in a post saying:

“can we all just pretend james buchanan wasn’t gay, i don’t want him”

So this is a real thing, and it is actually something we have dealt with a lot in our writing. In the post above I don’t think the person was seriously saying that we should pretend this historical figure isn’t queer, I believe from context and tone it is probably just a person who is venting and wants their community to be full of unproblematic people. 

But that very idea, even in a joking tone, is harmful and we should unpack it and want to thank you for giving us the opportunity to do so. 

So to begin, this phenomenon has many origins but one of the big ones is probably peoples desire to turn history into a series of Great Men. And while this theory is not directly discussing what we are about to, we believe it to be a factor in the problem. Because in the end both of these problems find their roots in attempts to simplify complex concepts/events/people in history. 

We want history to be easy, we want to look at a person and say “this person is Bad and I am in no way connected to them because I am Not Bad” but that isn’t what history is. 

History is endlessly complex, confusing, and at times frustrating. And these are often seen as “bad” emotions so we try to squish history down into more bite sized concepts so we don’t have to feel them. Make history into this battle between good and evil, where everything is simple and easily understood. 

So when people look into the history of a community, they use its members to “prove” whether the community was good or bad. Which leads to communities trying to repress the more nasty parts of their history. 

And Making Queer History is not immune to this. In fact it is something I often think about, and have in many cases failed in. I am a writer, and I do my best writing when I care about the people/subject I am discussing. So I am more likely to choose to write about someone I like than someone I don’t. 

An example of this happened last week actually. I had been thinking about this exact concept and to attempt to stop it from affecting our project too much I tried to write about Salvador Dali. A man from history I hate. And I cried.

Legitimately, I got so mad while researching this man I began crying, and I ended up writing about someone else. 

And while I did not actively deny that Salvador Dali was queer, I did in a small way contribute to the problem that leads people to do that kind of thing. 

We want to see the good side of a community we are a part of because if the community isn’t perfect our minds try to simplify that into the community is bad. So many people either react by deciding the community is bad, or by rejecting the person who stops the community from being perfect from the community, and neither of those responses are healthy. 

So yes, you are right. Denying that the “bad people” in history could have also been queer, is not accurate or good for the community as a whole. It is denying facts, it is removing nuance, and it is damaging how we view ourselves as a community.

Because when we remove these people from our history we absolve ourselves of their problems. In the case of Alexander Hamilton, we remove a racist man from our communities history because we don’t want to think about how our community has had (and still has) a problem with racism.

I like to say that just because there have been queer people who have done bad things in history, does not mean that being queer is what made them bad. But it also goes the other way, just because queer people have done amazing things in history, does not mean that we are as a whole an amazing community.

We have problems that we need to address from our history that have carried on into our present, and pretending they were not a part of our history is just another way of denying they could be a part of our present. So we need to look at these “bad people”, so we can address the problems that we had, and how we in our community can try to prevent those problems in the future.

The queer community is not inherently good or bad, because the queer community is made up of people, and each person has negative aspects and positive aspects that they bring to the table. And the community is just in the end a jumble of all of these positive and negative aspects. And the sooner we acknowledge that the sooner we can move to the next step making an environment that supports change and growth with education, and positive and negative reinforcement, instead of just throwing every person who does something wrong out of the community. 

There have been great people in our community, and there have been horrible people, and we need to look at people on either side of the spectrum, and in the middle. Because history is endlessly complex, confusing, and at times frustrating, but that is a good thing because humans are too.

Maid of Honour snaps and nearly takes out our wedding so I start a campaign against her.

(warning: the story might be fake / made up but still a good read)

My wife had a best friend who we will call Susan. I never particularly liked Susan but she was my wife’s best friend, not mine so I just kept my distance and let her have her girl’s days whenever she asked.

My wife eventually asked her to be the maid of honour at our wedding. After doing a poor job (missing the dress fittings, not planning the bachelorette party, and frankly just plain not helping) I wound up asking another bridesmaid to step in, which she did to great success.

Later on at a party Susan had a few drinks and told us all what she really thought about us. We assumed it was drunken ramblings and ignored it but the next day instead of apologizing she told us how we were bad friends and she no longer wanted to be in the wedding. This started a chain reaction which ended in over half of our wedding party leaving because of her side of the events.

My wife was already stressed about the wedding and this broke her. I channeled my anger into the more productive route of fixing the wedding party and mending friendships and thankfully the big day went off without a hitch.

Once the day was over and gone I finally was able to figure out what happened and realized that she had been spreading rumours about us amongst our friends in an attempt to ruin our wedding. Some of the highlights being how she was worked to the bone for her friend’s wedding, was spending a fortune to help us out without getting a single thank you, and how she didn’t think we were in love and were only doing it to get the wedding gifts.

Mess with me if you want but mess with my wife and wedding and the gloves are off. If she wanted to mess with my relationships then I would mess with her career.

  1. Susan was a hypochondriac so under the guise of mending fences I took to social meeting to suggest taking days off to heal whenever she was under the weather. End result: exhausted sick days
  2. Susan was lazy and frequently took personal days which were well documented on social media. I did some freelance social media for her boss causing her to stumble upon these posts. End result: unhappy boss
  3. Susan was a bit of a shopaholic so a mutual friend offered to be my double agent and went with her on various shopping sprees. End result: mounting credit card debt
  4. Susan had recently lost quite a bit of weight. I hooked her boyfriend up with some great restaurants and an account with just eat. End result: she gained back all the weight and then some
  5. Susan had used our address for some paperwork resulting in us receiving a lot of letters including one important license related one. I contacted her boyfriend (who was notoriously unreliable) to tell her about it and wasn’t surprised when she called me in a panic a month after the due date asking to pick it up which I happily obliged. End result: several fees related to the license and a lot of paperwork
  6. Bonus Susan also had a habit of talking about private issues at work, complaining about her boss, and telling people how useless her coworkers were. Thanks to her company’s new social media presence these were no longer exactly private. End result: General pariah in her industry

Susan was let go not long after I started my witch hunt against her and has since moved back in with her parents who are less than approving of her party antics and inability to keep a job.

My wife still occasionally wonders what happened to her remaining completely oblivious to my revenge.

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Y/n was very hot

LA was currently being hit with a heat wave and she was not taking it very well. Y/n wasn’t use to this type of weather. She originally from a small town up near north of Washington, right smack dab outside the border of Canada. So living in a place where it would get as hot as 110 and cold as 60 was something she was not ever going to get use to. She living in Washington with her family for 21 years till she decided to leave and pursue her dreams. Y/n has always been a big animal lover, ever since she has lived right next to a huge lake she has became very fond with the animals that live deep down inside. After getting her degree in marine biology at the University of Washington she knew it was time to start living out her dream. After many and many more applications y/n got a call back from the Marine Mammal Care Center. It’s been years since she have moved to this small cozy apartment up in Playa Vista. Ever since y/n came to California her life has truly been better than ever, her career was really taking off,  was eating great food and went on amazing adventures but most of all met great people. The most important person that she came across was her boyfriend Harry, Harry Styles. Yes the Harry Styles that use to be the in the boyband One Direction but all of the boys have gone their own paths and became solo artists. Now some time after parting their own ways life has just been just getting better for the both of them. Y/n is happy at her job doing what she loves and Harry has now about to start touring the world promoting his first solo album. Before Harry packs his bags and leaves us all for for almost a year Jeff and Y/n decided to have a secret goodbye party for Harry. They all set it right in Harry’s backyard when he was away preparing for tour and shopping around with Harry Lambert to get all of his wardrobe together. Harry was in on it and tried to keep Harry out as long as possible so he wouldn’t come in and crash the whole surprise. Jeff and Y/n invited so many people to the party which included friends and family, they flew Anne, Gemma and Michal out. They catered food in and had a designer come in to help with the much need decorations up and all around the house. They had set up lights everywhere stringing all over the home to bright up the sky since it started to turn sun down before Harry would finally return back home. There was an open bar and an endless playlist of music to play throughout the entire night. Just as things were getting finished up y/n got a text message from Lambart saying that him and Harry would be showing up any minute.

“Harry will be here any minute, everyone get ready” she yelled out to get everyone’s attention, she looks over at Anne, Gemma and Michal. She gives all three a big smile when jogging over to them all and grabs a hold of their hands to hide, to duck away from Harry’s sight. All three of them hid behind the big black leather couch that Harry and y/n picked out when they were in about 6 months of their relationship. Crouching down on the cold tiled floor trying to keep a still so she won’t fall over, silently waiting for Harry to pop in through the door. In the moment she can hear the ever so slightly sound of the hand on the clock tick as each second passes by. Her head shoots up when she recognizes the sound of jingling keys and two voices coming from outside of the front door.

The door gets pushed open and she can tell that it’s Harry right away with the black leather Gucci loafers he stepped out in the early morning, the deep laugh he has whenever someone tells him a joke. Just then as he turns out to all of our clear view everyone pops up to him surprise. “SURPRISE” everyone yells out simultaneously when he steps his way into the living room. The surprise causing harry’s eyes to go big and his arms raise up to his face shocked at what is all happening

“Oh my god wow what is going on?” Harry gasps, stunned that everyone is here. Scanning his eyes all over to everyone till landing them on me. He stretches a big smile, causing his cheeks to turn red and one of his dimpled popping out on his left cheek. He drops the bags that he had resting on his forearms and puts them on the living room floor. He says a quick hello and shakes everyone’s hand, giving some hugs with some congrats from some friends. When he finally reaches the end to Y/n, Anne, Gemma and Michal he instantly pulls his mom into a big hug with a kiss to each cheek. Saying his thank you’s and telling them all how much he is happy to see them. He shakes Michal’s hand and pulls him into a side hug “hey man, good to see you” harry greets smiling back at him and looking over at Gemma and giving her a wink. When his eyes shift over to y/n he gets this sudden feeling, like everything else is a blur and she is the only thing he can see. The world stops spinning and the only two people in the room are them both.

“Y/n baby” he says reaching over to rest both of his hands into hers. Embracing his fingers into hers and raising it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. Staring at all of the features of his face, even all of his flaws. The way when he smiles he gets deep dimples on his cheeks, that she gets a sudden urge to poke with the tip of her finger. The way that his hair is tossed like he has been running his fingers through it when he is slightly stressed. His golden tanned skin that he must of gotten from being all out this afternoon. He is so beautiful and all hers.

“Congrats Harry” she tells him pulling him in for an embrace. Wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. She can smell the warm sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla in his hair. He must of gotten into her shampoo and used it this morning when he taken a hot shower. She kisses the side of his neck lightly, rubbing and snuggling her nose taking in the smell of him. Making a trail up to his cheek with her lips, pressing her lips in wanting him to feel her love for him. Love being this close to him, love having him back home after not seeing him all day. The only interaction was him kissing her lips tenderly and whispering a goodbye when she was half asleep and in a matter of seconds he was running out the door.

“I am so happy to see you” Harry whispers into her ear, she can feel the light tickle of his breath as it barely breaths on the side of her cheek. He slowly runs his hands down her back, letting his fingertips dancing gliding further till he strikingly drops them and she gets the cue to pull away. When being pulled back into the reality of the party and the people that must be starting to stare at their unwillingness to detach from one another.

“I love you” She says smiling not wanting to take her eyes off of him, she feels like he might just disappear if she does for one moment. He raises his hand up and rests it on her left cheek, rubbing it and she leans her face into him. He lets go and turns her around, wanting her to be by his side. As much as he does love having her close up in his arms, feeling her warmth up against his body. Her skin is sweet like honey, eyes that could kill and body that is dangerous.

“I love you too” He says thinking about, why unexpected affection in front of his family? He took her right hand in his and squeezed it to reassure her. She just feels so screwed up in the head, to love a man that is so brilliant and beautiful. But she doesn’t care and life will take her as things go. If she is judged and considered crazy then so be it, because Harry is the only thing she really needs in life.

“Aren’t you two the cutest thing ever” Anne comments, taking away the attention from them both and directing it back over to them three. Harry and y/n giggling, getting internally flustered over everyone catching up on Harry and y/n’s conversation. Y/n growing up in a world where she just loved the idea of love and searched for it, but she didn’t know exactly what it was at that time. When she left all of her family back in Washington she never expected her life to turn around like this. She never thought that having a life involving a man like this was ever gonna happen to her.

“They act like this all the time mom, they can’t ever take their hands off of each other” Gemma says playfully rolling her eyes looking over Michal to see his reaction. But he ends up just laughing back at her and rubbing the back of his head looking over at another direction. “Hey what’s that look for?” Harry whines playfully back, making a little pout with his bottom lip. One minute he can look so manly with his deep voice and his muscle with his lean figure. Then next he can look like a little baby with his whining for love and affection, so vulnerable.

“Just kidding, just stating a fact that you both are very much attached to the hip” Gemma states to them smiling at the both, happy at just the fact that her brother has finally found his happy place. After that day he left knowing that was the last time her brother would just be the Harry Styles that was from Homes Chaples she knew he was gonna become something big. All she ever wanted in life was for was him to be happy, to do what he wants to do and surround himself with the right people. She could tell at one point that Harry started to get a bit lonely after he left One Direction. But the day that he came to visit her and expressed that he met someone she just knew that this girl must be special. With the way that he was smiling when speaking about her, when getting nervous and rambling on and on to their mother and her about y/n they both knew that this is what he was missing.

“Just don’t get pregnant, not yet” Anne comments laughing, but y/n knows deep down that she is being serious with the both of them. Harry’s eyes bulge out when hearing what his mother just spoke. He starts to cough, feeling shocked and getting choked up at what his mother said but also a little embarrassed that his mother would bring that up in front of everyone. He pulls himself together, covering his mouth and laughs out about it not taking it too seriously. As much as Harry loves children and loves the idea of children, loves the idea of having children one day with y/n but at this moment in his life he is nowhere near ready. The fairytale of one day in the future starting a family and having something he created with someone he loves, like y/n is something as beautiful as a dream.

Life for Harry has truly been taking off, in the best ways. Yes he has had his ups and downs but still he is doing what he loves. Living in anyone’s dream who else is wanting to pursue the life as an artist. Being with the music and getting to create what you want and what mindset you have, truly is like a living dream but in ways can be a nightmare. But when he is having this empty feeling in his heart that he doesn’t know how to fill, not with music not with friends or family not with excotic trips will fix it. When Harry met y/n he never thought that this is how his life would be. When he first saw her he thought she was just like a beam of light that lit up the entire room, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She just had this soul that was so inviting, like when you were a young child seeing someone you liked and you would get butterflies for no apparent reason. Y/n was a drug to Harry, pure ecstasy running through his veins creating this rush of euphoria.

“Mom we aren’t ready for that, don’t worry” Harry says, correcting his mother. He looks down to see the reaction that y/n has pulled but she doesn’t have much of one. Well if she did he is more leaning on her looking a little flustered, but she truly seems fine. Harry squeezes the hand that has been resting in his to see if she is okay. She looks up at him and gives him a loving smile. She lifts her hand up and pulls his face down to her’s, kissing the side of his cheek lightly with her red tinted lips. “Yes we aren’t there yet in our lives, but one day” y/n says smiling over to them up. Running her fingers up and down on Harry’s back, lightly skimming his shoulder blades with her fingertips.

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As the night went on and Harry and y/n went around their home talking to many people. Everyone just being very welcoming, speaking highly of Harry and how they all see such a bright future coming his way. After Harry left One Direction he did start to get lonely, he was scared. Scared of what his life was coming to and if this was going to be the end for him. He was having a bit of an identity crisis, not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. But when everyone around him just told him to do what he wanted to, and now he is here. About to start traveling for a world tour, longer than y/n truly would like but she knows that it will be good for him.

Harry excused himself and jogged over to the bar to grab y/n and him another drink, specifically another gin and tonic with extra lime. Y/n was left standing here alone in the corner frontal entrance of her and Harry’s house. Trying to keep all thoughts to herself till she he hears shuffling and talking coming from behind her till she realizes that it is Anne and Gemma. “Y/n, what are you standing here all alone?” Gemma says and pulls y/n into a side hug, wrapping her left arm around y/n’s neck feeling like she might suffocate her any moment now. She looks over at Anne on the other side to see her reaction of her daughter’s actions. “Just waiting for Harry to return back with my drink”

“You and Harry are just the cutest thing ever, when are you guys getting married” Gemma asks me, Y/n smiles at first but does still get a bit nervous over the question. Her and Harry have been together for awhile now and marriage have come up a few times but nothing taken truly too serious. Just then Harry returns and with the look upon on his face she can tell that he must of heard Gemma.

“Gemma can you please stop bugging my girlfriend” Harry speaks up, looking down at them confused about why they would speaking up about this. Harry does truly love this girl and wants to spend the rest of his life with her but he likes where his life is right now and doesn’t want to mess anything up. Before Harry met Y/n he wasn’t such a big fan of serious relationships, he was with a few women here and there but nothing lasted. Then he was introduced to Y/n by a mutual friend and she has been everything he thinks about since. He remembers their first date and how he took her out to this supposedly secluded restaurant but you know how the paps are, they will always find you. Well that morning Harry was awakened to many texts messages from his management, many articles and photos up online about them two and many tweets from fans. He soon after talking to Jeff about what was gonna happen and what he should do he called Y/n. He was nervous to hear her reaction and see how she would like knowing that her face was plastered all over the internet. Feeling worried that people would find her social media and send her some rude messages that could cause her to be upset. When he rang her up and explained the situation to her and her opinion of it he knew that she was the one. She actually took a laugh to it and she told him that she knew the situation she was getting in dating the world famous Harry Styles.

“You look pretty sexy tonight” Harry says finally catching a glimpse of what she was wearing. She had some shorts on that showed a lot of thigh, more than harry expected since his mother is around but he really is not complaining. On top she had a bright yellow cropped top that showed off a bit of her stomach. Y/n most of the time didn’t show off much skin but once in awhile she did and sure did it excite Harry.

“Harry stop, people are around” Y/n says when Harry starts to run his fingers up and down, lightly dancing his fingertips on her back. Getting a good feel of the open skin on her back, the soft strands of the hair that are standing up from the slight cold touch that was just holding his glass. Harry chuckled to himself, finding is soothing knowing that in the moment of his life he was looking at y/n first off in her face. As sexy and sexually attracted he was to her he knew deep down that y/n was much more than that. He knew from day one and hearing her speak the first few words to him he knew that he would marry this woman one day.

“I’m sorry baby, but being stuck shopping around all day a man’s brain does wonder to some naughty thoughts… even if those thoughts are of you with your legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck the life out of your pussy” Harry whispers, lowering his lips down to her ear keeping his words low so only the two of them could hear.

“Oh my god… Harry, are you trying to kill me” y/n loudly whispers. Turning her face up at Harry’s and clutching his dress shirt with her fist. Pulling him down closer to her face, so close that he can feel her hot breath hitting his cheek. She lets go and raising her hand up to his face, lightly grazing her fingers down to his lips feeling the urge to kiss them. So pink, plump and soft, his lips are so kissable. Even after years together she can never stop thinking about kissing him, wanting to feel them all over her body.

“I’m sorry baby girl but did you really think that you could wear something that is so little right in front of me, and just not expect me to do anything about it” He strictly says to her, kissing the side of her cheekbone letting his lips rest upon there. He lets go and raises his body up off of her, y/n doesn’t make any reaction to his statement. He starts to walk away from her but decides to turn away to see if she has finally caught her attention. She has her head turned slightly just to catch him in the corner of her eye, even with the small sight she has she can still see the smirk playing on his face. With that kind of look, the darkness in his eyes and the small turn of smile on his lips y/n just knows what the night will come to.

As y/n stands there alone again while Harry went to socialize with Jeff, Mitch and y/n stood there left with all of her thoughts. Harry loved teasing y/n in public, even if they were in a big crowd of people he didn’t care. Just last month at one of his shows they were seducing and eye fucking each other till later that night when they both were all alone. The way his body felt on top of y/n’s and his hips moving in sync with her own. They had to stay quiet so no one would hear them and Harry was not afraid to use his words during sex. Y/n tried her best to keep her voice low and Harry would continuously have to bite the side of her neck to cover up his moans, but it ended up resulting into giving her some bruising.

She continued to sip on her drink, the cold rush of the gin running down her throat giving her this burning feeling in her stomach. She is starting to feel a bit tipsy, Y/n is a bit of a light weight since she doesn’t get to drink as much. Deep down she knew before she decided to get out of bed after Harry lightly kissed her lips half asleep and the cold morning breeze coming from the half open window that she had to do something to keep Harry’s eyes a little preoccupied for the night. She could still feel his eyes wandering over in her direction, she turned back in his way seeing him leaned up against the island having a conversation with Jeff but still that couldn’t keep Harry’s mind off of what you look like underneath of your clothing. The way your shorts rise up every time you even move an inch, how tight your top is and how short it is going past your belly button. Like how Harry has had the thought before “What was y/n up to? Why was she wearing this? Especially in front of his mother and sister, He needed to figure this out.”

On cue just as y/n expected Harry returned back to her, not surprised that he couldn’t keep himself busy with his friends. She can feel him coming up behind her, the loud sound of his boots with each step he takes. She has her back turned to him, smiling to herself knowing exactly how affectionate Harry is gonna be for the rest of the night…not like she is complaining. She feels his hot breath weaving up to the top of her earlobe and down her spine, the smooth touch made her body jerk a bit and feeling goosebumps rise. Harry reaches down and clutches her hand in his own, her limp fingers resting in his fist still not making any notion to his existence. He leans down to her level, his body towering right over her would probably almost freak and skid herself out of his embrace if she didn’t know who it was. He lightly steals a couple of kisses from her shoulder, pecking across the warm tan skin. The sweet smell of sugar was making him smile, just feeling so lucky to have such a beautiful woman in his life.

“Let’s go upstairs” she hears the low grown of tone coming out of Harry’s mouth, making her head tilt up and her awareness on high alert. She turns and shifts her body to get even a better view of his intentions for the night. With his body language and the way that he is looking at her in this manner she can tell that he isn’t for any fun in games anymore, unless that involves them both undressing no clothing and naked bodies moving together to create such a beautiful thing in humanity.

She doesn’t respond, she just turns and grasps his hand. She knows deep down that she wants the same thing. She isn’t gonna deprive and stop herself from being happy, from spending some alone time with her love even if other people are around and they do need to sneak away. He grips onto her hands and quickly pulls her with him up to their shared bedroom. She looks behind still having the sight of the crowd full of people lingering in their home. She wanted to watch out and to make sure that no one has noticed both of their sudden absence, but she knew that most of their friends would soon realize why Harry and y/n are gone. The coast is clear and they both speed over to the bed and close the door right behind the both of them, shutting it slowly making sure not to make any sound.

“Come here baby girl, let daddy show you how much he loves you” Harry makes his way out to her, sitting down on their bed with his arms behind leaning on the bed to keep his balance. He’s staring at her, head leaning down gawking at her like she is a piece of meat. She is his prey and he is her predator, looking more than just to eat her.

Y/n listens to Harry’s command and strides over to him, taking each step slowly making him get frustrated each second he waits. She is staring right back at him with the same look, not getting intimidated. The atmosphere is stronger than ever, the feeling of lust almost wanting to choke her to death. She finally reaches Harry and instantly takes a seat down on his lap not asking for any kind of permission. She wraps her arms around his neck running her hands up and through his hair, pushing her breasts out to pull his attention down to her body. Watching the way that his eyes scan over her, the curve to her hips when he hold on to them and moving down to her ass, giving it a nice squeeze and smack. The way that she reacts to his touch and the rubbing of his hands all over her body makes up so many memories of them together. The way that Harry reacts when y/n is on top of him, the way her hips rise up and down creating a rhythm with each thrust he gives.

Harry slides his hands under her shirt feeling the curves of her plump breast over her bra and sliding his fingers over the straps. Pulling her top over her head ready to see what is underneath, what he has been waiting to see all night long. When he rips it off he drops it down next on the floor Harry looks back up, this beautiful girl in front of him fresh faced all flustered from the making out. Her hair tousled from Harry continuously running his fingers and pulling at it. Harry reaches behind y/n and unclips her bra she reaches down with him and helps him, she still keeps her head down scanning over her now naked chest. Harry reaches down and lifts her focus back up to him, wanting her to connect back to him.

Harry stands up abruptly and pulls his t-shirt over his head, soon realizes that they don’t have much time to just be sitting around. As much as Harry would love to take all night to explore her body and showing her how much he loves her, but it’s just not one of those nights. Y/n gets the idea and removes her shorts with him, pulling both of their undergarments slowly sliding her panties down hitting the floor. They both stand there looking at each other, the cold breeze from the air making her arm hair stand up, because of that she feels the urge to get Harry close to her. She gently lays down on their bed, scooting her body up closer to the head board. Harry walks right next to her, Y/n lays there with her eyes closed as Harry dances his fingers up her arm.

“Baby, we gotta hurry” y/n acknowledged, Harry smiles and listens to her advice. Laying on top of her and taking advantage of the moment. They start kissing right away, the soft feeling of her lips on his. Takes him back to the very first time that they kissed, since the day they met Harry could not stop thinking about having her lips on top of his. She opens her mouth for him letting him slide his tongue in, at this point Harry knows exactly what y/n wants from him. Harry stretches down lifts her hips up gripping tightly to her love handles. Y/n was always insecure about her body, she always felt like since she had a few curves and some meat on her bones that I wasn’t attracted to her… but oh was she so wrong. Harry loved everything y/n had and more to give each and every day. Her smooth velvet like skin that he loved to rub and grab at every time she was ever so near him.

Harry rubs and grinds his crotch onto her, wanting to see her reaction just with a simple touch. She suddenly lets out a soft moan laying back and closes her eyes, the sound is like music to his ears. “Harry baby, I want you” she begs him, reaching down and grasps him making Harry jump and laugh at her unexpected touches. Harry doesn’t wait one second and listens to y/n request, Sitting up and lift her hips up and pushing her legs back to get a better position.

“Oh you want this, you want this baby” Harry says grabbing his erect cock and rubs the tip up againsts her pussy, trying to stimulate and collect some of her wetness. She lets out another moan and giggles at Harry’s actions, reaching down to where he is touching her. She grasps him again wanting to help him, Harry smiles and laughs at her moving his hips further against her. He feels himself slowly start to slide into her, the head of his cock poking into her warm wet walls. Harry throws his head back at the feeling, god he misses this feeling so much he thinks. He hasn’t been able to experience this with her in quite awhile, since he has been so busy getting ready to go on tour he hasn’t been able to have some alone time with her.

“God you feel so good” Harry moans out, not wanting to wait one minute to not being in her. He pushes in further urging his way in, watching the expression to play on her face, loving to see how she would react to his touches. He can feel that the way that she is squeezing his arms and running her fingernails down his back that he is making her feel good. Harry wanted to play dirty, he wanted to make her scream and make her beg, but he wasn’t gonna make her get what she wanted so easily. Even though laying here on top her with her wrapped around him and just in a matter of seconds he could fuck her and cum so quickly, but he wanted to play some games.

Harry sits up lifting up his torso and arms but not pulling himself out of her. Y/n notices the sudden stop of Harry and her lost of touch with his warm body. “Harry baby, what are you doing?” y/n questions harry, not understanding what Harry’s intentions are. He seemed so focused on having sex and getting in her pants, but now she’s worried that something may be wrong. Harry smiling and looking down at her, laughing to himself feeling ready to see what else he can do to get y/n to submit to him.

“It’s gonna take a lot more of you giving yourself to me to fuck your pussy” Harry says smirking and leans down to her ear, smirking against her ear and kissing the side of her cheek. He stays there still wanting to get her worked up, he knows that she is laying there with so many thoughts running through her mind at this moment. Y/n wants to feel him closer, the hard feeling of his cock inside of her and the pulsating of it makes her feel some what sane. His chest to her, the heavy breathing she can feeling from his breath and the slow drawn out touches on her body. She knows what she has to get Harry to give it all up, for him to listen to her begging and take care of her needs.

“Fuck me daddy” Y/n whispers in his ear, smiling to herself because she knows that she has him. She knows when saying that to him that he wouldn’t be able to control himself, she rarely ever called him that. Daddy wasn’t her favorite thing to pull out during sex, she does love rough sex but when your boyfriend is gonna be away for many months she wants something loving to come about in the bedroom. But with the situation with not having much time and knowing that this will get Harry off the quickest is probably the best bet.

Harry leans back up and smiles down at her, reaching down to her legs and putting them over his shoulders and gets right to work not wanting to waste any time. He starts to thrust up against her body, still holding her down so he would be able to get a better position. She starts to cry out, reaching up to Harry’s neck and pulls him down to her. She presses her lips to his, wanting to feel something intimate with him even though they can’t be here for much longer. Harry smiles into the kiss and squeezing tighter onto her thighs. Their lips pull apart and Harry notices a line of spit connected to the both of them, so Harry licks his lips and smirks and snaps a smile at her. “Fuck Harry yes faster, fuck my pussy” y/n moaned out, reaching and gripping onto the back of Harry’s head.

“Oh you like this, you like this baby” Harry trying to tease her, she pouts and throws her head back not being able to give much reaction. A growl rumbling through Harry’s body, he’s grinding down to her hips and gritting his teeth “God you feel so good little girl, you take me so well” As good as y/n feels he knows he doesn’t have much time to take in the moment and that they need to hurry up and finish. The soft kiss to his lips the smell of his skin that tastes sweet at strawberry champagne. But the feeling rushing through her body was like a roller coaster that she never wanted to end, like the rush of heroin to a drug addict she just couldn’t get enough.

She reaches down to where they meet and starts to rub and play at her clit, needing more stimulation getting closer to the end. She doesn’t want this to end, she loves this and loves being connected to Harry. A second of sadness and worries run through her head but instantly tries to block them out, not wanting Harry to see her like this and not wanting to ruin the last few hours they do have together. Harry continues to rock inside of her, feeling the pulsing of her walls wrapped around him causing him to get closer and closer to him finishing. The feeling his balls smack up against her bum and the stretching of his cock around her wet pink slick walls. He knew in any moment that he was gonna cum, he was gonna have the feeling of his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of her pussy. The background sounds of the commotion of people still downstairs, thankful that there is still a party going on not wanting their absence unnoticed for too long. Y/n could lay here wrapped up in Harry’s arm for the rest of her existence and never leave, the only place she feels whole and loved is with him.

“God y/n I’m gonna cum” Harry moans out to her, tightly gripping onto her hips and pounding hard into her. He looks up and squeezes his eyes shut not taking in any mind of her and just wants to feel her’s and his body together. Cherishing the very last few minutes they have till they both finish and will have to return to the party. The curve to her body from her hips to her back and leading to her breasts, Harry softly gripping and squeezing. Y/n moans out when he does so and clutches her hand on top of his to hold him onto her, loving his hands on her body.

“Ahhh yes Harry yes I’m coming” Y/n yells out, not caring if anyone can hear her and Harry didn’t seem to notice much either. His thrusts start to get sloppy and messy, meaning he is about to cum. He leans down and puts his face into her neck grunting and gritting his teeth, trying to ride out the last final moments. “Christ fucking hell y/n ughh ah, my sweet y/n yes make me feel so good” Harry yells out, biting onto her shoulder trying to muffle out any of the sounds he is making. Gripping tightly onto her hips, digging his fingernails into her skin feeling like he almost might break through. When she feels his grips loosen and his hands unclench, lips start to softly kiss on her neck that this is it.

Harry lifts his head and looks at her saying nothing, both have no expression to their face. Harry gets a rush and rolls himself off of her, y/n feeling a sudden cold and loneliness without having Harry’s touch with her. She looks over at him turning her head laying her cheek down, staring at him seeing to get his attention. Harry is smiling from ear to ear, confused on what he is so happy about. “What you smiling about mister?” Y/n questions Harry, reaching her hand up to his face and turning himself towards her way. His hair is a mess and his skin is glowing with dried up drops of sweat.

“Just in love” Harry answers, pulling y/n into him nuzzling herself into his chest. They stay there together taking in the last few moments together before they get dressed and head back to the reality of their life. Y/n pulls apart from Harry and sits up, Harry still lying behind knowing that he will be more of a struggling getting up and out of bed just like every morning. She gets up out of bed and grabs her clothing up off of the floor and lays them on the bed getting ready to re dress. Harry smirks watching her pay not attention to him and his stare, reach up to grasp her hand wanting her to turn to him.

“I don’t wanna go” Harry states, wrapping his fingers and intertwining them with hers. She turns to him turning her top inside out and slipping it back over her head. Looking over Harry gazing at him, lying naked in bed a sweaty mess but full stupid giggles and laughs. Harry is always like this after sex, he just keep in his happiness or to express his love so he laughs and is very goofy. Y/n grips hard onto his hand and decide to pull him up off the bed, not answering back to him and him just following through with what he needs to do. Y/n picks up his things and help him get dressed pulling his such way too skinny jeans and his soft satin button up but leaving out a few showing his chest. Running your finger through his hair trying to use them as a makeshift brush to clean him up a bit, and to make him look like he didn’t just have a wild sexcapaid like we did just minutes ago.

“Thanks babe” Harry says smiling down at her looking right into her eyes, running his hand through her hair and laying it right under her cheek. Leaning down and kissing her lips, parting her lips for him but not deeping it to much so they won’t get trapped into kissing for to long. Y/n soon let go and lean back down onto her feet, turning back around walking my way over to the door. Harry followers right behind her catching up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her making her feel so loved. Laughing to herself that this all started just because of what she choose to wear today. But for now on they will they will be returning back to the party like nothing even happened.

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hope you all enjoyed the story i worked very hard on it and would love some feedback thank you have a good day - maddy

retail au

paladins work in store

- it’s like walmart

-store is called Castle of Altea

-Allura is there to great people

“have a nice day I fcking hate working here!”

-Keith works in customer service

-he’s not doing his job right

customer: hey can u help me with this?

keith: ya sure!

keith: walks away and faces the wall

customer: sir?

keith: mhm Ill be there with u in a minute

-lance works at the register most of the time

-hunk is lead cashier

he’s ok with that, u always see him in lane one

lots of people at lane one

-Pidge is a stock clerk

-she seems to be a bit young to work here but no one really questions anything..

-she’s not doing her job at all

“clean up in aisle 8”

Hunk: hey Pidge can u get that?

pidge: I think the fck not

-shiro is sales manager

“what’s that lump on the floor?”

“Oh that’s just shiro not doing his fcking job”

-keith on register duty:

Lance slowly sliding in on the conveyor belt: gonna check me out ;)

keith: slams reverse button

- rival store is galra hair salon

- lance glaring at Lotor through the window across the street

- lotor doing the same

- Allura walking past lance also joins in on the glaring

- hunk does too

- soon both stores are glaring at each other just as much as their reviews are going down

- when in doubt u blame zarkon

- don’t question why u just do

in which y/n stands harry up… again…

She tip toed through the door hoping by some grace of god that he wouldn’t be waiting up for her. She carefully peeked her head in each room before the rest of her body followed. It almost seemed as if she’d make it through the night unscathed, that is until she walked into their bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, lower half tucked underneath the covers as he casually toyed around on his phone. 

He looked up as she entered the room cautiously, and she offered him a small, guilty smile to which he rolled his eyes. “Harry–” she began, but he quickly cut her off. 

“Don’t.”

She dropped her bags and scuttled over to the bed. “I’m sorry, H.”

“I said, ‘don’t’.”

“I know you’re mad, but please just let me explain.”

“Mad?” He chuckled manically. “I was mad the first three times you stood me up. I was mad for the first 45 minutes of sitting in that restaurant actually thinking you were going to show up this time. Now, I’m furious." 

She looked to him with sad eyes. "I tried calling you,” she muttered pitifully.

“Oh yeah thanks for letting me know you weren’t going to make it an hour after you were supposed to be there. Real considerate.” He stood up, rolling his eyes, seemingly too mad to stay seated any longer. 

She was a bit annoyed. It had been a long and trying day. She had every intention of meeting him for dinner, but corporate came down and she was more or less forced into working over time. She couldn’t bail, not when her team and her boss were counting on her, not when her job could possibly be on the line. “I couldn’t get to my phone, Harry. The big bosses came down. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn’t just leave. I’m sorry.”

“These days it just seems like it’s always something with you. You’re leaving early, getting home late, missing every date we set. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

He exhaled heavily. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to think! We never talk anymore!”

"I’m trying to talk to you now, Harry, but you’re refusing to listen!”

He took a few deep breaths before sitting down. “Go on, then.”

She was a bit taken aback by his allowance. She just stood in front of him, blinking, as he waited for her to begin. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her face twisted into a scowl. “You’re not my principal, and I’m not in trouble. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Actually, I think that’s the least you can do.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly in frustration. “Okay let’s not pretend that you’ve never been on this side of the situation, Mr. Rockstar. I never got this upset with you, though. So, why do you think you have the right to criticise me for any of this?”

He was about to respond, but instead he opted for running his hands down his face, finally calming down. “I’m not…” he paused trying to collect his thoughts. “I’m not trying to criticise you, and I’m sorry for blowing up on you, but I’m frustrated, love.”

“And you think I’m not? Harry, I hate this. I’m exhausted and stressed out all the time. We are the one thing that’s supposed to be easy.”

He nodded his head in agreement a few times, then motioned for her to move forward and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. It was the closest she felt to him in a solid month. “I just want to get back to us. But, I can feel you slipping through my fingers.”

She interlocked their hands. “I’m not going anywhere, H. At the end of the day, I’m always going to be right here. But, my job is super important to me. I like what I’m doing. I’m happy with the way things are right now, so it’d be nice if you could be a little more understanding.”

His face was the one that twisted up this time. “Babe… I have been understanding. I wasn’t even upset the first couple times, but this is becoming a habit. I think I have the right to be a little mad, at this point.”

She sighed heavily, getting up from his lap. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. I have to be available for my job. It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping out on you.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest. They were both attempting not to get worked up again. Neither of them enjoyed screaming matches like the one they had a few minutes ago. “So, your job is more important than me now?”

She shot him a slight look of disgust. “Okay, don’t do that. Because honestly? I’ve spent the last couple of years working around your schedule. I made myself available whenever you were. I had to deal with the missed dates and the not being back when you said and the leaving early in the morning and the getting stopped when we’re out because of fans and the constant invasion of privacy. Don’t forget that. I admit there were times when I was upset, more than upset, but I never held it against you. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?” She had been pacing the room as she recalled all the struggles she had to face simply because he  was who he was. 

“It’s Not. Just. About. That.”

She let out a small shrill, running her hands through her hair, as she spun on her heels facing him directly. “Then what is it! Please explain it to me!”

“It’s that I don’t feel like you love me anymore!” He closed the distance between them, but still had his voice raised in a way that sent chills down her spine and not in a good way. “I don’t feel like you need me, and that’s terrifying for me because most days I don’t think love is a strong enough word to describe how I feel for you! I know you have to deal with a bunch of BS being with me, but have I ever made you feel like I don’t want you?”

Her face paled considerably and she stood before him completely shell shocked. “No,” she choked out.

“Well, that’s how I feel,” he said, lowering his voice to a normal decibel, relieved that he finally got his point across. “It’s like when I see you, if I see you, walking around you look like the girl I fell in love with, but your mind and heart have already moved on.” He pushed away a few tears that tipped out of his eyes. “And you know you never really apologise for this kind of thing. You’re just like 'I got caught up at work’ or summat and you expect me to get over it.”

She immediately rolled up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered “I’m sorry,” into his ear until both of their heart rates stopped beating so rapidly. Then, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him nice and slow attempting to relay all the feelings she had for him that she’d been keeping trapped inside. “I love you so much. So so so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been doing a great job at showing it or telling you.”

He leaned into her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her as tight as possible, while nodding his head. “I know you don’t need as much verbal and physical confirmation as me, but please humour me, yeah?”

“Of course. I’ve just been so caught up in this project that I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry, genuinely. But, can you do something for me, as well?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Pull me aside and tell me if I’m being a knob, okay? Talk to me. I’m pretty evolved as a human being, but I haven’t quite developed telepathy, yet. Deal?”

He chuckled, sealing their lips together once more. “Deal.”

We’ll make the case for you — what perfect casting that would be. What if you could create your own Disney Princess? Wow! I would love to create a Disney Princess whose figure is like what we all look like — she wouldn’t have this extremely tiny waist. I just want her to look how we do and have a really cool, honest personality. In general, I feel like Disney has done a great job with all these different princess movies and the stories behind them.

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Guess the Breed(s)

This is the mom of my new puppy, Maggie. She is 21 inches (53.34 cm) tall and
48 pounds (21.77 kg). She is very responsive and a quick learner and does what shes told. She is really in tune to her owner and has a great herding instinct, but is also very calm and settles well when she isn’t working. Her first litter is 3 weeks old and she is doing well with them. She is protective and very motherly, but let’s the breeder handle each one without a fuss and has been letting their dad in the room them as well with no big issue (with her and the breeders supervision, of course). She has very little prey drive and doesn’t chase things nor has tons of energy, but she does need a job to do occasionally and can’t just sit around all day every day.

anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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