this is how real men fight

The idea that women are innately more nurturing than men and have maternal instinct might sound endearing and without broader social context, even complimentary, because hey, its a great attribute to be loving and useful in a family setting, but it isn’t. To every demand of women, there is a lenience for men. When girls/women are understood as not only made for household duties, but actually enjoy it, the requirement for men to hold up their portion of domestic duties dissolves.

Women aren’t uniformly anything. Some might be nurturing and appreciate home labor, some might not, just like some might be tall and some might not, but its not a biological trait. Ultimately, its a sporadic characteristic turned social expectation which patriarchal standards have so deeply normalized that its made to be intrinsic.

This expectation has daunting consequences for practically every young girl and woman. Girls are domesticated young, trained to take on chores, while boys have the freedom to be a “mess”, or human. If a woman is married (in a hetero union), she is assumed, perhaps even socially coerced to do housework and child care. If a woman doesn’t fancy cooking or cleaning and has no desire of motherhood, she is seen as deficient, unfit as a spouse and “less of a woman”.

One of the most challenging aspects of fighting modern (meaning neoliberal) heteropatriarchy is the acuteness of which oppressive behavior occurs. Many millennial aged liberal men wouldn’t outright say they demand women to serve them and probably even support surface level feminist theory, but still legitimatize and absorb repressive gender roles in their understandings of and interactions with women. And many will resist being challenged on these ideas, no matter how counteractive the real life results are.


It’s no small feat.
It took a leader hiding pain and exhaustion under a careless laugh, an artist brimming with inspiration despite his tears, a friend with a big heart and warm hands to take away the difficult times; a dreamer with ambition and hope to inspire confidence, and an intelligent soul with the wisdom to make the tough decisions in a midst of awe and confusion, to paint this canvas. Here is to five incredible men who work so hard to fill the voids in our hearts with holes in their own. Here is to five brave men who stand to fight the odds again. Here is to Highlight. 

It really is still beautiful.

a CP ficlet, as promised

(idea courtesy of @echoing-artemis, who said CAPTIVE PRINCE BACHELOR AU which then turned into UNREAL AU in my head because let’s face it, in any situation like this, laurent will still be full of machinations.)


When Damen laces his hands together, the left thumb is on top. Laurent fixes this detail with a look that is, as it were, a warm-up for the look he’s about to direct at Damen’s face. Damen is perched on the edge of the plush, over-quilted, impeccably white satin bedspread, elbows resting on his spread knees. He is crushing some of the red rose petals. Laurent makes a mental note to send a production assistant in here with fresh ones before they film the individual segments after the cocktail party.

Someone knocks at the closed door and says, “Um, I think–”

No,” snarls Laurent, wasting the first and most icily searing few seconds of his expression on the door. Silence follows.

“All right, what is it?” Laurent demands of Damen. “Is it drugs? Do I need to send someone out for some cocaine? Do you have a fucking headache? Has a soft-hearted AD whom I will summarily fire snuck you your phone, and you’ve found out that your cat’s died?”

“No,” Damen says, apparently to all of the above. After a moment he adds, in a tone that Laurent can’t parse, “I don’t have a cat.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve seen potato salad with more vivacity than you’re showing out there.”

“It’s all so–staged,” Damen says, with distaste.

Laurent manages not to roll his eyes, but the violence with which he wishes he were rolling his eyes causes dull pain to gather behind them like a stormcloud.

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Forever and Always-Part One

Originally posted by margotskarsgard

Summary: For thousands of years I have done nothing but run. It appears as though everyone I love dies and I didn’t want the same for him. My love for him grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. I just wish that he knew, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I fell in love with Niklaus Mikaelson.

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)=Your Last Name

Word Count: You’re going to need to drink some coffee and have some popcorn ready because this is long!

Characters: Reader, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson, Mikael Mikaelson, Esther Mikaelson.


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Very rare footage of "6.1 THE MEN", the joint presentation of Yohji Yamamoto Pour Homme and Comme des Garçons Homme Plus F/W 1991 in Tokyo on June 1st, 1991.

This was the first time that both designers had presented their menswear in Japan. The shows were modeled by musicians, actors, and various other creatives - even some members of Yohji’s company, if I am not mistaken.

The two men being interviewed in the video are (in order) Haruomi Hosono and Yukihiro Takahashi of the legendary electronic trio Yellow Magic Orchestra, with the famed Ryuichi Sakamoto being the third member.

Below is a more thorough explanation of the show’s theme and significance, followed by an extremely valuable and hilarious first hand account of the show and a certain happening backstage, told by German guitarist Ottmar Liebert who was invited to model for the show - Courtesy of Asobu from Styleforum.

A/W 1991, as far as I know, showed in Paris at the end of January 1991 and then showed again together with CdG in Tokyo on June 1st and called “6.1 THE MEN”. Still one of the most talked about and coveted collections by Yohji fans in Japan from what I can tell, many of the pieces still catch quite large sums on the second hand market. The theme was “war”, several musicians including Charles Lloyd and John Cale (who also modeled in A/W04 btw) modeled the show and apparently sang some antiwar song together at the final part of the show (the collection was created and shown during the gulf war). Some of the signature pieces was the leather jacket with women prints on the back (he referenced this in “my dear bomb” as well, when he talked about nose art of american fighter planes being pictures of “girlfriends and sexy ladies” when heading into battle), zipper jackets and Joan Miró inspired blazers.

This is a great story from Ottmar Liebert about his experience when he walked the show, well worth the read.

“In 1991 the Japanese designer Yohji Yamamoto, together with Comme des Garçons, was putting on the first men’s fashion show in Japan and asked me to be one of his runway models. At the time Yohji prefered to use actors and musicians over models and he has also used athletes in the past. I flew to Tokyo from Los Angeles and was picked up at the airport and taken to a very nice hotel in Tokyo, which Frank Lloyd Wright had designed in the sixties. The show took place in the Olympic swim stadium of Tokyo, where the pool had been covered by a runway stage. On each end of the runway a huge wall was erected. Behind one wall Yamamoto was set up and behind the other wall Comme des Garçons. 

Comme des Garçons : Dennis Hopper, Trumpet player Don Cherry and his son Eagle-Eye Cherry (a TV presenter in the UK and not yet the pop star), British actor Julian something or other, Keyboardist Morgan Fisher (who later produced the wonderful CD "Miniatures” to which I contributed a piece)… 

Yohji Yamamoto : Charles Lloyd, Edgar Winter, a member of YMO (one of Japan’s most famous bands, which also featured Ryuichi Sakamoto)… Yohji and his people treated everyone wonderfully. And then he made a mistake on the day of the show. 

Thinking we were all men instead of the stars some felt they were, he offered as part of the refreshments Japanese cans of beer. In Japan cans are tiny, they are cute and many of the guys probably thought that one couldn’t possibly get drunk from drinking tiny cans of beer….well, if you drink a dozen of them you do get drunk, you know! And then a British pop singer asked a French rapper to turn down the crap on his boom-box and the French guy responded with his fist, which fractured the pop guy’s jaw. While he was rushed to the hospital Yohji’s people frantically searched for somebody who could wear his clothes…. In the end one of Yohji’s French employees took his place and wore the clothes well. I felt terribly embarassed. Here we were in one of the great cities of the world, guests of a real artist, and these men had to get into a fight. What a way to repay Yohji’s kindness! But fame is fleeting and karma instant.. I never heard from the British pop star and the French rapper again…

I remember how amazed we were at the Japanese audience. Some had waited since the early morning hours and yet, when the doors opened the first in line went to the last seat instead of claiming the best seat in the house. It was almost biblical…

One thing I remember about the show itself is that Yohji, who is a guitarist himself and also produced the soundtrack, had installed sound triggers along the runway. We were invited to step on those triggers, each of which controlled a different sound that would blast over the music. Car crashes, industrial sounds, drum breaks, glass breaking, guitar riffs etc…I also remember that the Brit who was walking ahead of me was drunk or high or both and thought that the crowd’s enthusiasm was directed at him instead of the clothing…I remember three or four people helping me change into the next outfit, grabbing shirts, pulling on shoes…I remember the late Don Cherry walking around on the runway like a court jester and greeting the other Comme des 
Garçons walkers…“

Times when Fashion really seemed to be about the passion and love for the beautiful creative work of these designers. Inspiring.

have you ever thought about how western culture has such strict gender roles that we assign genders to emotions? have you thought about how extremely harmful that is?

we’re taught all our lives to associate anger, violence, and any feeling or action that’s even remotely “aggressive” with masculinity (and, on the flip side, to associate helplessness and submissiveness with femininity). which is awful, because from birth our culture is telling little boys that they’re supposed to be aggressive and confrontational, and that they aren’t “real men” if they don’t like confrontation or can’t handle themselves in a fight, while simultaneously teaching little girls that they’re supposed to take a passive role in their own lives and that it’s “unladylike” to stand up for themselves or to be outspoken about their opinions. 

that’s pretty messed up, dude. 

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a sharp pain at the side of your head, pounding with every heartbeat, brought you back from unconsciousness. You tried opening your eyes for the first time, slowly blinking so you could get used to the flickering yellow lights, dancing and illuminating in the dark. Your back ached due to the hard, cold and uncomfortable surface underneath it and goosebumps scattered all over your skin when the frigid air washed over your body. 

When you tried to sit up, you groaned in pain while the pounding headache surged through your head twice as hard as before, you found your muscles straining and struggling. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. Why couldn’t you move? You tried again, without success. You finally managed to open your eyes completely, but you couldn’t believe them. Not with what was happening in front of them.

There were people, positioned in a perfect circle, their faces anonymous and concealed by the hoods of their dark cloaks. They were chanting words in perfect unison, words you’ve never heard before in your life. They sounded baritone, archaic, compelling and they scared the shit out of you. This must be an awful nightmare.

You tried getting away, again to no avail. You snapped your head to the side, only to find your wrist firmly bound to the hard surface underneath you. Same thing on the other side, and your legs were forced to immobility as well. Meanwhile, the volume of the chants swelled on, the intonation more urgent. It sounded like they were getting close to something. You quickly realized this wasn’t a nightmare. You knew this was real, despite the fact you didn’t know how you ended up here, wherever ‘here’ may be . The pounding pain in your head and the sweltering chants of the mysterious men felt too real to be made up by your own mind in your sleep. Panic flooded over you like a tidal wave, an acute fight or flight reflex taking over as you started pulling on the ropes that pinned you down, tearing, squirming and thrashing for dear life.

The almost song-like chants were gradually reaching their peak, the cloaked men adding synchronized gestures to the words as they sang with full conviction. Distressed noises started to tumble from your lips, high squeaks and whimpers when the realization you wouldn’t be able to free yourself started to kick in. The ropes were too thick and too skillfully knotted, there was no way you could escape.

And then, one of the hooded males approached you with controlled steps, almost leisurely while still radiating discipline and earnestness.

‘Who-who are you?’ you asked him, your voice hoarse and trembling with fear.

He didn’t answer, he only kept chanting and gazing at you with those cold eyes, devoid of emotion when he removed the cloak from his head. You weren’t going to get any sympathy from him, you knew, especially when he pulled out a silver dagger from his wide sleeve.

Your eyes widened, cold sweat breaking out and streaming down your back, soaking through your clothes. The panic made it feel like you broke out in a heavy fever, almost making you pass out on the spot.

‘No…Don’t-’, you pleaded, almost inaudible over the loud chanting of the human circle, drums starting to join the hypnotizing harmony when the older man grabbed the haft with both hands and raised the knife in the air, pointing straight at your cardiac area.

You screwed your eyes shut, tears flowing out of them and wetting your cheeks as you mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable, for death. Whatever this was, it meant the end of your life. You sucked in your last breath, silently awaiting the sharp pain of the knife crushing and splintering the bones of your ribs and sliding into the pounding muscle in your chest. 

But nothing came. 

You noticed the chanting had also stopped. It was suddenly eerily quiet.

You didn’t dare open your eyes, scared of what they’d find, until you felt friction between the rope and your wrist. You ultimately decided it was safe to open one eye, only to take a peek at what’s happening, nothing more.

That’s when you first saw him, feverishly cutting through the rope with the knife that was supposed to end your life, his fair hair falling in random strands in front of his eyes, too concentrated to wipe it out of his face. You barely had enough time to register his features as ‘handsome’ before his wide eyes met yours.

And then you felt it.

Causing Conflict

Kozik x Reader where Tig decides to pursue the reader, even more so when he finds out she’s Kozik’s girl.

Originally posted by small-town-wayward-daughter

“Who is she?” Tig asks, whistling lowly as he sees you get out of your car, you grabbing your bag before locking the car, completely unaware of the eyes upon you.

“No idea, but she’s way out of your league.” Jax says, smirking to himself. Tig scoffs, shaking his head in denial. He continues to watch you, a determined look in his eyes. “I think I know who she is now.”

Tig frowns in confusion, before his lip curls up into a snarl, Kozik emerging from the clubhouse, a grin on his face. You share the same expression, your boyfriends arms weaving around you as you press your lips to his. “No fucking way.”

“Seems like she’s already occupied, Bro.” Jax laughs, slapping his friend on the back before leaving the garage.

“Not for long.” Tig promises to himself, a mischievous smile tickling at his lips.

Your eyes widen as you leave the bathroom, not expecting someone to be waiting right outside the door. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” the man apologises, stepping back slightly. He extends his hand out, smiling at you. “Just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Tig.”

You have to stop yourself from reacting once he speaks, his name being the same one Kozik has been ranting about on the phone for the past week. You shake his hand politely, him holding it a little longer than you’d like. “(Y/N).”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” he flirts, you unable to control your smile at his words. “Fancy a drink?”

Knowing Kozik is out on a run and you have nothing better to do, you nod in response, following Tig as he heads towards the bar, one of the prospects handing him two beers. He holds one out to you, his fingers brushing yours as you take it.

“Thanks.” you say, taking a seat next to Tig on one of the couches, him sliding closer to you so your thighs are touching. “How come you aren’t out with the others?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking a gulp of his beer, his heated gaze making you feel uncomfortable. “Couldn’t leave you all alone could I?”

You choke on your drink, liquid spraying everywhere as you splutter, your cheeks reddening as you try to recover. “Guess not.”

“So…” he starts, sliding closer to you, his arm resting behind your head as you shrink into the cushions. “How about we make good use of having the place to ourselves?“

“You do know I’m with Kozik, right?” you say, dodging his advances and pulling yourself free as quickly as you can, Tig standing to follow you as you walk backwards.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Tig reaches for you, you slipping under his arm and practically sprinting for the door, thankful to hear the rumble of bikes as the others speed into the lot.

A hand on your waist makes you jump, Tig smirking at you once you turn around. “C'mon darlin’, I’ll show you how a real man does it.”

“What did you just say to her?” your boyfriend spits, Tig wearing an expression of accomplishment as he licks his lips, winking at you.

“She’s been aching for it since she got here. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” Tig says, spurring Kozik on. You open your mouth to defend yourself, Kozik beating you to it as he slams his fist into Tig’s face, the darker haired biker stumbling backwards from the impact.

“Koz!” you shout, reaching out for your partner before you’re pulled back, Happy gently guiding you backwards, away from the fighting men. “Stop them!”

“They need this, (Y/N).” Happy responds, holding you firmly as you struggle in his grip. You’re forced to watch in horror as the two men brawl, Koizk throwing Tig into the wall harshly, Tig dodging a hit before delivering one of his own.

After what feels like forever, Jax separates the battered men, you jogging over to Kozik and inspecting the damage. “I’m fine, babe.”

You ignore his reassurances, taking his rough hand in your own and leading him to the apartment he was currently staying in, pushing his shoulders and forcing him to sit on the bed.

Kozik watches you as you work in silence, your delicate fingers disinfecting the cuts upon his face, cautiously swiping away any dried blood with your featherlight touch.

“Are you gonna talk to me at all?” he mumbles, capturing your hand in his grasp and kissing each of your knuckles, a soft sigh leaving you.

“I hate seeing people fight, Herman. Even more so when it’s you.” Your eyes are slightly glassed over as you meet his gaze, his own softening before he guides you onto his lap, one arm going around your back as the other rests on your thighs.“It makes me feel sick.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” he whispers, squeezing your hip comfortingly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your thigh. “I couldn’t just stand there and listen to him-”

You nod in understanding, cradling his face in your hand, his eyes closing as he nestles into your touch. “Thank you.”

“Don’t. You’re my girl, it’s my duty to look after you.” he says, a soft smile making it’s way onto his face. He hisses as you press your lips to his, the fresh cut stinging sharply.

“Shit, sorry babe.” you say, pulling away swiftly, not wanting to hurt him anymore. He pouts, the action making you laugh as you lightly kiss his lips again, him taking your lip between his teeth once you try to pull away, your body tingling in response.

A/N - I hope you guys liked this, my first Kozik imagine! I’ve got about 8 drafts of uncompleted work that I’m slowly trying to finish, but I’m still struggling with my block 😭 thank you for being so patient, your support amazes me ❤

So yesterday we talked about how Robin Hood made friends with John “Little John” Little, and maybe you are craving some more Real Deal Robin Hood, but there’s also the distinct possibility that you are hoping today’s story of the day also involves more of those riverside fights to the death between psychopaths. If you want more of both, BOY, HAVE I GOT GOOD NEWS FOR YOU, because today, we are going to talk about how Robin Hood made friends with his other famous ally: Friar Tuck. And YES, it also involves riverside violence, because Robin Hood is a psychopath and that is his only way of making meaningful bonds with others.

RIGHT, so this happens a while after Robin and John have become even bigger threats to society by combining their savagery. There’s like three hundred odd bandits in the Murderous Mass of Merry Men now, their mansion has received some expansions, courtesy of all that money they were totally giving to the poor SNRK and Robin was pretty famous by now. So Robin and the lads were shooting arrows at animals just for kicks, because killing shit is the only consistent hobby a psychopath has, and he decided “YO BUT LET’S KILL COOLER”, so they started aiming at farther and farther away animals, until the only two that could land their shots were Robin and John. 

Now, Robin is kinda really into John, so he’s like “MAN, YOU AND I, WE’RE SO– THERE’S NO ONE BETTER THAN US AT HIGH PRECISION SENSELESS KILLING IN THIS BARBARIC LAND OF THE 1400′s ENGLAND ” because Robin is really proud of their murderous bromance.

But before Robin could get down on one knee and present a ring of engagement to John “Steroids” Little, a resounding “WAIT!” echoed in the forest. “You two are good at high precision senseless killing. Pretty good. But I know someone better than you at high precision senseless killing. He kills things with more precision and less sense than you.”

“NANI” yelled Robin Hood, drawn in chalk in the style of 1980′s anime. “Who the HELL are you talking about, Will Scarlet!”

OK QUICK INTRO: Will Scarlet is another one of Robin Hood’s lads. The youngest one and a passionate youth, he was the finest, best swordsman in the Merry Men, while Robin Hood was the best archer, and John “Hercules’ Bigger Cousin” Little was the best staff wielder (also a really good archer). He was famous for not sucking Robin’s dick despite being loyal to him.

“Well, see, over yonder by The River” elaborated the swordsman “there’s this friar that is even more of an uncouth savage that you two put together”.

“WELL THIS WON’T DO, NO ONE IS A LOWER LIFE THAN ME” and with his arse chaffed by jealousy and his eyes full of Studio Ghibli tears, our man Hoodie grabbed his utensils of murder and went to meet this friar, stomping his feet like the psychopathic manchild he was.

Now, finding a friar in a forest shouldn’t be too hard by itself, because friars are not usually alone in the middle of a forest by a river, but in case there was any doubt, Robin Hood, astute fox, immediately realized that that particular friar by the river was the one he was looking for. Not because he is, like, intelligent and wily or anything, but because, see, when I say “friar”, you imagine this

but what stood in front of Robin was more like

In his usual eloquent and poetic demeanor, Robin Hood let out a “holy fucking shit what” and reconsidered his life choices that led to this moment. That sure was a friar, alright, but he was packing. Weapons, cool armor, the hundred yard stare of someone who was Seen Some Shit, this guy had it all. Are you familiar with the souhei (warrior monk) Musashibo Benkei? The guy that camped out in a bridge and beat people who passed by and stole their weapons? And who ended up with 999 weapons he stole from people he defeated? Ok so this friar was the western equivalent of Benkei, in that you did not fuck with this friar.

Robin Hood, however, is not an intelligent lifeform, so as soon as he got over his initial, visceral fight-or-flight reaction, he was like “EH” and went to face him, anyways.

And by “went to face him” I obviously mean that Hoodie went and told him “hey dude, carry me across this river”. And the heavily armed friar, as you do, SILENTLY picked Robin up and, uh, carried him. At this point, Robin’s brigand mind was a string of 0s and 1s because he could not fucking compute this dude didn’t attack him for disrespecting him like that and instead just silently complied. Well, whatever, free piggyback, Robin is happy.

But as soon as they get to the other side of the river, the friar says “hey, do me a solid and carry me across the river, mang”. OH, SO THAT WAS HIS GAME. Robin picks him up and returns the favor, because piggybacks are awesome. As soon as they get back to the other side, Robin immediately says “hey HEY carry me across this river”, and the friar is like yeah alright it’s not like this is a huge waste of time, so he lifts Robin and starts carrying him again, but in the middle of crossing the river, PSYCHE the friar legit powerbombs Robin against the river. PRAAANKED.

Robin gets up, screams “KISAMA!!! and boss fight music begins to play as he gets his longbow out and starts shooting arrows at the friar, who deflects every single one of them with his shield. “K-kisama…” silently screamed Robin in a very tiny voice when he saw that his signature move had been completely invalidated and was forced to draw his sword to engage Mega Ultra Friar in melee combat. Robin really oughta stay away from rivers because he only ever almost dies near them.

But Robin was a pretty good swordsman in his own right, so they go left and right, swish and swoosh, until they both get tired. The friar has the upper hand on principle of his superior equipment, and also because he’s a Dark Souls boss. Seeing this, Robin remembers he is an outlaw and shouldn’t be playing by the rules, so he grabs his horn and blows it three times, which is the “HELP ME, I SOILED MY DIAPERS, LADS” signal. Almost immediately, Robin’s whole gang of happy killmen turn up and surround the Raid Boss Friar. The friar, however, looked nowhere as terrified as he should look for a tired man outnumbered 300-to-1. He simple put his fingers on his mouth and whistled three times.

“HEY YOU DUMBO” Robin yelled “I’m the one with the bandit gang, so whistling three times is not going to–” but before Robin could finish his tantrum, a rumbling noise surrounded the battlefield. One of the Merry Men looked to the source of the sound and yelled “DOGS…!”, which would usually be a great thing, except these were very angry, very murderous hounds that began attacking the Merry Men. 

Things Robin Hood Didn’t Account For: The friar having a personal army of dogs.
Things The Friar Had: A personal army of dogs.

Around 300 dogs appeared, matching each Merry Man head by head, and all out bandit-versus-dogs war was unleashed. Bandits using swords to defend themselves, dogs dodging skillfully and catching arrows with they mouth (LITERALLY, THAT IS WHAT THE BALLAD SAYS), fucking John “Hulkmania” Little fighting for his life as a dog wanted to french kiss his jugular, it was PANDEMONIUM. The fight goes on and Robin tells John to PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS, so John activates the Kaio Ken times 10 and kills like two dozens of dogs with staff blows and arrows because he is kind of a big deal, and the friar is like “dude no don’t kill my dogs, can we reach a compromise?”, and of course, Robin, the sensible guy, says “yeah, if you join our band of murderous and dangerous criminals, we can all be happy together and ransack Nottingham and her roads”. Of course, the friar, a man of the cloth, a servant of our lord Jesus Christ, passionately answered “YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK TWICE” because he sure as hell loves senseless violence as much as these psychopaths, and he finally found a band of men dangerous and vile enough for him to feel comfortable with, for him to call “his brethren”.

And that’s the story of how Robin Hood recruited a boss fight into his party. And all of his dogs. They christened him “Friar Tuck” because his real name, “Ultra Friar Arnold Schwarzenegger On Steroids” wasn’t as catchy.

FWB with Hyungwon...

Having a friends with benefits relationship with Hyungwon…

  • No one suspects a thing when it comes to the two of you most of the time…well, in the beginning, at least.
  • Hyungwon will treat you the same way he did before you even hooked up.
  • Everything between you kinda just… happens?
  • Like, yeah, you might’ve found each other attractive and all, but it’s never the “in your face” kind of attraction.
  • It’s more like the “I’ll stare at you a little longer than I should when no one’s looking” kind of attraction.
  • So, of course, you both catch onto each other’s prolonged staring after some time, and it grows into something more when the little smiles and casual hand-holding come into play.
  • Hyungwon’s not the type to throw himself at just anyone he’s interested in, so expect a slow start.
  • Anyway, onto the main points:
  • There will be nights when you’re able to lay in bed with him while the others are out.
  • Lazy, nonsensical conversations will ensue.
  • Sometimes you’ll help with his language studies, which do progress into makeout sessions if you’re both up for it.
  • Pushing each other away and scrambling to act like you were both on your electronic devices and minding your own business when the guys return.

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Awesome Female Characters in Theater: Angelica Schuyler 

Yo! Yo! Yo, y-y-yo-yo! Now, now, everyone gather ‘round, sit down, listen, I got an announcement:


Angelica Schuyler is a modern woman, stuck in the 1700s. She is intelligent and lets it well know (especially to Alexander Hamilton when he naturally screws up). She’s a woman who has power that is not counted by how many troops she lead on the battle field or the offices she held, but by the powerful friends she made and her influence on them. But we can see that she is ready for a revolution, she’s ready for a fight. In fact she has fought her whole life, and will keep fighting until she dies, because she is never satisfied with her current situation that is filled with men preaching inalienable rights for all and only giving it to wealthy white men. 

Originally posted by nolynsdoodles

What’s awesome about this character, is that she is based on the real Angelica Schuyler! In a time where women weren’t allowed to really be heard. Angelica stood with a megaphone and called bullshit on that. She didn’t literally stand with a megaphone, but she made sure she was heard. She was rebellious, knowing she would need her father’s approval to marry someone she loved, and knew he wasn’t going to give that approval, did she simply give up and marry a man her father found suitable? Nope, she found a loophole, and ran off with her and eloped! Angelica had the ear of many of the founding fathers, presidents, princes and other wealthy and powerful men, giving them guidance and making her thoughts and opinions known. She was a social butterfly and wealthy, but what her real advantage was her intellect which is why she was able to enthrall people. Because she was so influential she has had villages and towns named after her, that are still there to this day. 


Just think about how significant that is… 


Honestly Aphrodite would be so pleased to be the proctector of all trans women and fight so hard to make people understand that no it’s not because they /chose/ to be her children but because they were her children all along. She sometimes share this protector status with Artemis and Hera.

Artemis protects all the coming outs because it’s like announcing a new birth and boy she knows how that can be a pain in the ass

I couldn’t find a real “protector of men” jo i assume Appolo would literally jump on the occasion and adopt all of them

Meanwhile Dyonisos is just highfiving all non-binary and all non-gender-conforming pals and offering them booze

Sunday Candy Bucky edition (Bucky x reader)

A/N:  Here is my Bucky version (the first version I’m posting), but there will be more. Don’t forget to wish @bitch-m-fabulous a happy birthday if you have a minute. We should still be at work and trust me when I say it is a jam packed day.

Warning: Some sex talk but I skipped the smut here to focus on the fluff

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heatherlanntheclever  asked:

Is there any chance of a happy ending for the Lannisters? I know they are awful people but why develop their motivations and give each of them a genuine moment of compassion if they are just going to murder each other? Every other POV gets a moment of truth/redemption why not the children of Tywin/Patriarchy/Aerys and Disability? I'm a bad person myself so I need to believe the Lions can defy themselves and prophesy and overcome their nature or what's the point? Not all of us are born Starks.

Hey! So it’s gonna take me a few minutes to answer your question, but I promise I’m gonna get there.

In one of the other shows I watch, an actor commented on the banality of evil. He said that evil is something commonplace. Given the right circumstances, great acts of evil could be committed by your neighbors, or your friends, or you, or me. Because evil is so easy. “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” You needn’t be a monster like Gregor to commit evil; you need only be human. 

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23 Attractive Men Who Aren’t White

 Buzzfeed’s post made me mad so I made a proper list with lazy captions

1. Bob Morley - you can see him as Bellamy Blake on CW’s The 100 he’s everything (he has like no photoshoots so I used a gif)

2. Oscar Isaac - you probably know him as Poe Dameron (the best damn pilot in the resistance) by now. You can also see him in Ex Machina, A Most Violent Year, Inside Llewyn Davis, etc.

3. Daniel Wu - if you think he’s fine now you should see what he can do with a sword in AMC’s Into the Badlands.

4. Idris Elba - Ok everyone knows Idris. (Luther, Pacific Rim, The Wire. Thor..)

5. Jussie Smollett - Jamal “my favorite” Lyon in Empire

6. Trai Byers - Andre “my second favorite” Lyon in Empire

7. John Boyega - FINNamon roll in Star Wars and an actual precious angel in real life

8. Pedro Pascal - you can see everyone’s favorite Chileno as Oberyn Martell in season 3 of Game of Thrones and as Javier in Narcos on Netflix

9. Rami Malek - USA’s Mr. Robot


11. MecHad Brooks - Supergirl, True Blood and Desperate Housewives

12. Jesse Williams - arguably the most beautiful surgeon in Grey’s Anatomy and more importantly a wonderful black rights activist

13. David Ramsey - John Diggle in CW’s Arrow enough said 

14. Elliot Knight - He played Merlin in Once Upon A Time and y’all he’s GORGEOUS this photo doesn’t do him justice I swear

15. Keiynan Lonsdale - He was in the Divergent series but you can now see him as WALLY WEST in CW’s The Flash

16. Ricky Whittle - Lincoln from The 100 and he’s shirtless a lot so yea you should seriously watch that show just sayin

17. Carlos Vela - Mexican football player for Spanish club Real Sociedad, good job Mexico

18. James Rodriguez - Colombian player for Spanish club Real Madrid. I tried really hard not to use shirtless pics but I… couldn’t… resist. 

19. Thiago Alcantara - He makes poor choices regarding football teams but at least he has a nice face 

20. Alfred Enoch - Wow. A Man. Everyone knows him from the Harry Potter movies and How to Get Away with Murder (If you don’t like Wes you’re wrong)


21. Marcelo Vieira - the most important Brazilian in all the land and he’s literally made of sunshine (also plays for Real Madrid are you sensing a bias here) 

22. Phillippe Coutinho - Another very important Brazilian made of sunshine who plays for Liverpool FC. 

23. Steven Yeun - Glenn from the Walking Dead. If you don’t think he deserves to be on here, you can fight me. 

I’m probably eventually going to make this list longer but here are your 23 attractive men of color. Hope you enjoyed.

Shout out to NCIS LA

For showing generations of women what a strong, willful, independent bad ass woman can do. For showing people that it’s okay to accept who you are and the baggage that comes with you. For showing that when life continually knocks you down, you get up and always keep on fighting. Thank you for showing a strong woman who breaks the norm and is a successful woman on a team of all men and shows how they accept her, view her, honor her as a team member and not just the weak link. And thank you for showing us that love isn’t a weakness, it’s a strength. And although Densi has never had it easy, that love is always worth it.

Although all the trials they’ve gone through are way more than dramatic than real life but they make it work. And for making people realize it’s 2017 and we’re braking the barriers, that if a girl knows what she wants she should just go after it.

I’m just really thankful for all things Kensi Blye.

That Makes Seven

You woke to knocking on the door, descending the steps carefully as your eyes weren’t fully open yet. Everything was a mess lately: Ada had grown up, no longer the same big sister you knew before and had ran away from your family altogether. Arthur, Tommy, and John were much different since they came back. They acted like they cared more about money than family and you rarely saw them as much; they were starting to get involved with their own families, having kids and wives. Plus, they knew that you weren’t the same little sister they had left that still needed their help all the time. Sure, you still needed their help sometimes, you supposed you always would, but you knew how to get along by yourself too, thank you very much. You were a Shelby after all, if you couldn’t take care of yourself you were just as good as dead.

Many people wouldn’t leave a little girl of 8 home alone, but your family was different. You get on your tip toes, yawning and wiping your eyes while you swing open the door. You squint as the sunlight floods in, staring at a tall man in the doorway, looking worried.

“Hello?” you ask.

“Uh, who are you?” He says, playing with the end of his mustache nervously, constantly looking over his shoulder down the street.

“Who are you?” You ask him right back, not afraid of him.

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I love how the Brazilian lyrics to “The Mob Song” in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast throw shade at toxic masculinity.

In Portuguese Gaston’s lines

So it’s time to take some action, boys!
It’s time to follow me!

were translated as 

Quem for homem vai ter que lutar!
Terá que me seguir!

which pretty much translates as 

Anyone who’s a “real” man will have to fight and follow me!

In other words, the villager’s toxic need to prove they’re macho men makes them easily exploitable and leads them to get hurt (or killed). 

Because they care so much about being seen as masculine, all it takes to control them is to put their masculinity into question and give them an ultimatum: if you don’t do this thing then you’re not a real man.

And that’s all it takes. 

Gaston really didn’t need to say anything else, because according to toxic masculinity, being seen as even remotely feminine is unacceptable.

P.S. Literally translated the lines are

Anyone who’s a man will have to fight!
Will have to follow me!

anonymous asked:

UH...No. the reason why the girls are skinny and the guys are stacked is the same reason all of them have big tits. Fma is just as sexist as any other anime and you trying to justify it with some 'body style' diversion only helps the idea that women are weak.

Been a while since someone sent me hate mail. (Cracks knuckles)
1-You obviously didn’t read the damn thing since I showed a reference to a real life weight lifter who honestly looked like a live action version of Paninya. So nobody is trying to say ‘women are weak’. Especially when it ended with me claiming Winry could punch harder than Ed.
2-Ed has gotten bitch slapped by Paninya, Lan Fan, May/Mei Chang, & Izumi Curtis in fights. Izumi being the one who taught him how to fight as well. I seriously doubt the show is sexist toward women in a ‘the men are stronger’ kind of way.
3-Sexist is how a show treats women. Dressing them really skimpy in a situation where that’d be stupid or having the camera on their ass for no reason without giving the men similar treatment. That sort of thing. I’ve fucking praised the anime in the past for not sexualizing the girls. So yeah, some of the girls are busty. Shockingly, big boobs do exist. And unlike other anime, they don’t jiggle mindlessly at a gust of wind. They move realistically and the camera angle is at a way where your focus isn’t directed toward their chest.
Also, as mentioned previously, the girls get just as much fight time as the guys. Hell, I think they get the better scenes. Oliver ran a fucking tank over a mother fucker!
4-The author of the FMA manga…

Have a nice day.

Twitter and Tumblr are truly different places. Like night and day. Cuz I remember when the whole thing came our with that one guy who cheated on his wife on here. Y'all definitely called a spade a spade. But I just spent the last hour and change watching women justify sleeping with taken men, under the guise of “it’s not my responsibility to respect your relationship” and though I personally don’t fight women over men (I may cuss you out, but I’m not throwing blows) I DO KNOW women who will kill you for disrespecting their relationship or marriage, you may live IF you didn’t know he was taken but if you knew?… the end do whatever you like with your life but consequences are VERY real. I’ve been in enough courtrooms to know how crazy people are when they think they are in love. Do not lose your life simply cuz you want some dick that ain’t yours.

Play around and catch the right one.