this is just some random white boy

Black moms have no chill when they feel disrespected

So in fifth grade I had these two guy best friends Kev (who was black) and Jake (who was white). Now it seems random af to point out the race but it will make sense as the story unravels.
So one day we are chilling at Kev’s house and we get hungry. Kev pops some chicken tenders in the microwave, makes us some kool-aid and we just living the good life. Jake (white boy) tries the kool-aid and says, “wow this is really sweet how much sugar did you put in it?” Now Kev and I look at each other because we confused. The kool-aid tasted fine to me but you know white people kool-aid be tasting like watered down tears and broken dreams so I guess I understand now.
Kev’s mom comes home after work, sees us eating and says, “So Kev, you just gon’ have friends in my house eating up all my food like y'all pay bills too?” Now at a young age every black kid deals with their tired black mom coming home after work tripping over nothing so we learn to get used to it. But apparently our white friend Jake has never been through such a situation and has had the nerve to say, “Kev what the hell, you’re going to let her talk to you like that?”
PAUSE….let that sink in for a second.
Shit went from 0-100 real fucking quick. As soon as Jake said this Kev and I both looked at each other with nothing but fear in our eyes. Jake is sitting there proud of his damn self for standing up for his friend. This nigga thought we were in a Full House episode. My jaw dropped.
All of a sudden Kev’s mom grabs the neck of Jakes shirt, lifts him up so he’s eye to eye with her, feet were dangling n errything . Now Jake is asthmatic so that quick jolt in the air had his ass wheezing. Kev’s mom says to Jake, “now listen to me you little stank ass golden retriever, I don’t know what type of shit your parents let you get away with at home but you not gon come up in my house and disrespect me you fucking hear me?” Jake is shook, his ass couldn’t even speak😂😂he just started nodding his head up and down. Kev’s mom puts Jake back down and has the nerve to FUCKING PAT HIM ON THE HEAD AND SMILE AFTER SHE ALMOST GAVE THIS NIGGA A HEART ATTACK. She turns to Kev and goes, “now you, don’t be bringing no disrespectful ass white kids to my house, I ain’t got time for dat shit my blood pressure already too high”

Black moms are not meant to be fucked with. White moms might be feel threatened when their child says they’re going to run away but a black mom will tell you to pack your shit and will look for someone to rent your room to on the same day 💀

Puppy Love-Kyungsoo (Requested)

Anonymous said:Hi! Can you please write a Kyungsoo Fluff (or angst?) where the reader is a Veterinarian and the two meet through Kyungsoo’s friend who owns a dog and the reader is their veterinarian. They don’t fall in love at first sight instead Ksoo would notice little things about the reader and somehow falls deeply in love with her. Thank you!!

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

How did Kyungsoo get to this point?

He hadn’t fallen for her, not yet. He just seemed to be infatuated with the girl.

A girl who had her life in order, who didn’t seem to worry about impressing others when ironically it was that quality that left a lasting impression on Do Kyungsoo.

Parties at Kai’s were a normal occurence by now. Kyungsoo was used to being dragged out of his house to “live his life” like Kai told him to. And so he did.

Every party he would end up in the kitchen in Kim Jongin’s penthouse, avoiding conversation with the tipsy people partying their night away. That’s what he always did, until this time, when she appeared at one of Kai’s parties.

The first thing Kyungsoo noticed was her placement. She looked out of her comfort zone, much like Kyungsoo himself. Unlike the other girls in tight fitting skirts and crop tops, she was dressed in skinny jeans and a simple white top. She didn’t rush to grab a cup of liquor. She didn’t chase some random boy to waste her night away with. She just stood quietly, slowly making her way around the penthouse. And Kyungsoo managed to blow it off for the moment, making his usual trek to the kitchen to get away from the crowd.

He sat in silence at the kitchen island, his drink resting on the marble countertop. Kyungsoo stayed this way until he heard a familiar voice call out behind him.


He quickly turned around, seeing Kai walking with the girl from earlier. She still seemed so quiet, so out of place with her arms folded over her chest and an almost blank expression painted on her face.

“This is (Y/N).” Kai says. “She is my dog’s veterinarian, a good friend of mine. I told her to stop by. make her a drink.”

With that Kai left Kyungsoo alone with the pretty girl who still hadn’t said a word. “So what will you have then?”

“Water is fine.”

Kyungsoo quietly reached for a glass before turning back to her, almost shocked at her answer.

“Are you sure?” He asked, “Everyone else is drinking.”

“And everyone else doesn’t have to open a pet clinic at seven in the morning.” She says, pausing before speaking again. “That makes me lame doesn’t it?”

Kyungsoo handed her the water with a smile, watching her small hand grip the glass.

“Not at all actually.”

“At least you think so, Kai kept telling me to loosen up, find a guy, live my life,” She continued, “all sorts of things that made me remember why I’m not the party type.”

“Well that makes two of us.”

A radiant smile spread across her face, sending butterflies into Kyungsoo’s stomach. She was genuine, something that left Kyungsoo wanting to keep their conversation going forever.

If he would have just asked her for her number, or asked her to get coffee, anything. Maybe he would have been able to stop his feelings towards her instead of sitting alone wondering what would have happened. But what right did he have to step into  her perfectly organized life? He was just Do Kyungsoo after all, and she obviously wasn’t in need of anyone to be with her.

But he couldn’t keep sitting here wallowing in what-could-have-been, he had to do something.

After getting the address from Kai, he found himself at a small pet clinic. It was empty, except for her, sitting at the front desk doing paperwork.

“We’re close-” She began to call out before looking up at Kyungsoo. “Hi Kyungsoo, what can I help you with?”

She stood up from the desk to greet him. Kyungsoo began to stutter over his words, forgetting what to say.

“My dog needs a haircut.”

Immediately after the words left his mouth, she let out the softest laugh he has ever heard.

“I’m a veterinarian, not a per groomer,” She said, a soft smile covering her face, “but if your dog really needs grooming, I can get you an appointment with a fantastic groomer.”

Kyungsoo had to accept it, she was beautiful. Not the stereotype of beautiful like models and superstars, but a beautiful that lied in everything simple and genuine. Kyungsoo found himself at a loss for words looking at her sweet smile.

“Are you alright?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“The truth is I don’t have a dog,” Kyungsoo confessed, rubbing his neck, “I just wanted to see if you would like to go out sometime, if you’re not too busy. . I think you’re absolutely stunning.”

A blush began to form on her cheeks as Kyungsoo spoke, sending his stomach into knots, an affect that no one had had on him before.

“Kyungsoo, I would love that.”

Requests are open~

p.s. i’m in love with this

anonymous asked:

I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.” AU meeting with lil lima bean pls

this prompt is so cute and i hope i did it justice!!! BLURB NIGHT 

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🔷 Studying with Taehyung

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Summary: ”I know! We will undress each other instead of taking shots!“ he screamed like a child and you immediately imagined yourself sitting only in underwear, asking Taehyung what eutrophication was.“ 

Studying gone wrong.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: smut / humour (?)

Words: 4k 

A/N: kinky shit for y’all.  I apologize for any errors.

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y’all, we got some shit going on in f1. in nascar where everyone is basically just rednecks who drive cars, in f1 we got people w/ disabilities and bad childhoods and royal families and were poor, whereas nascar is just ‘im a white boy who lived a normal life’. like i can’t even think of people who had any of those things??? forgive me if im wrong but i dont remember any. i mean in f1 we got/had:

  1. bruce who’s one leg was shorter then the other
  2. jackie who has dyslexia
  3. niki lauda had a bad relationship w/ his family
  4. phil hill was abused
  5. mario andretti was a poor boy who’s girlfriend paid for him to race and live, basically
  6. wolfgang von trips was a rich boi
  7. birabongse bhanudej, who was literally the prince of siam/thailand
  8. fernando who is missing a tiddy
  9. valtteri dropped out of school in 9th grade
  10. lewis overcame the adversity of being the sport’s first black driver
  11. francois’ family escaped the holocaust
  12. kimi also dropped out of school and became a mechanic

idk people just think of f1 as this richie rich sport and while some of the drivers who came in where rich not all were? some were disabled and poor and were abused. idk idk idk i’m just talking out of ym ass at this point

add more drivers to this bc i’m forgetting a lot and, idk it’d be interesting to see how many drivers we can come up w/

I got tagged looong ago by these two Very Cool™ people @medusastears and @deadrock-n-rollsociety thank you so ^^

Answer 21 questions and tag some followers you want to get to know better.

Name: Jamie

Nickname: Grumpy old bat, Sjeem, Sheep, James, [Random profanities]

Zodiac sign: That centaur swinging a bow

Height: around 1.77m

Orientation: Straight white boi minus the white boi

Nationality: Dutch-Indonesian

Favorite fruit: Melons, oranges, strawberries

Favorite season: Spring and winter. Summer makes me feel like dying and autumn depresses me

Favorite book: Blood & Chocolate, Twisted Minds (by Hillary Norman), Sword of Truth series, Lightning (!!)

Favorite flower: Daffodils, orchids, dahlias, cherry blossoms, roses (Can I just say all flowers ?!)

Favorite scent: Bookstores, the smell of rain and wet grass, fire, fresh bakeries

Favorite color: Auburn, royal garnet, azure, black

Favorite animal: CATS. Snakes, crows, ducks, wolves 

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: Coffee.

Average sleep hours: 4 to 5 hours

Cat or dog person: D-d-do-CATS (I hate this question.)

Number of blankets you sleep with: I slept with only 1 blanket :$$$

Dream trip: I wanna travel everywhere. Scotland, Ireland and the whole British isles, Australia..

Blog created: January 2011. Why am I still here on this website..

Number of followers: 710

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i’m at work n i suddenly heard this white lady talk about the boy group at the billboards award n i immediately whip my head around. “bts?????” n she said yeah! then she told me she never heard of them before but they look really cool n i tell her they’re korean n their music is really good n she says she believes me. it’s just. idk. im not a bts fan but some random white woman talking bout bts w a lotta admiration just makes me rlly happy u kno? like idk that’s just cool that they’re breaking into american media n people who have never heard of them now kno who they r. it’s cool!

anonymous asked:

oh my god fahc gavin wearing a white suit with a golden rose pinned to it. and every time he walks in for a deal with another gang everyone is just like "woah who is THAT guy." and michael, lindsay, and meg get really jealous/defensive and pretty much growl at anyone who looks at gavin for longer than three seconds because that is THEIR golden boy thank you very much, hands off @ everyone else

“who’s that asshole?” some random dude quips and meg swoops in bold as anything

“that asshole is mine” she says. gestures to Michael and Lindsay. “ours. mine, whatever. that twink belongs to the Turnjones collective and as you can see we’re very proud.”.


K so theres some of my friends who are asking me “why do u even care about this guy hes just another rich white boy on youtube screaming about games”

  • wrong

lemme explain u a thing

  • hes like super duper nice
  • hes extraordinarily talented
  • he’s very charitable (so far through various charity livestreams and just random giveaways, he’s donated $482,479.14. thats a shit ton of money for a smaller youtuber)
  • he’s very genuine and appreciative of his work, which you don’t see in a lot of bigger youtubers anymore
  • hes had a shit life up until the point of getting famous so dont u dare say hes been privileged his entire life
  • contrary to popular belief, hes not fucking white. 

im gonna give u more of a backstory on him because he just fucking amazes me.

  • his parents fought a lot and got a divorce when he was younger (thats definitely not traumatizing for a small child, right?)
  • he had to deal with his dad having cancer (which is fucking hard to do)
  • he quite literally watched his dad die right in front of him
  • i dont know about you but if i had to do that with my dad id probably die too
  • he was still trying to get through college at this point, bless his soul
  • he was kicked out of his house, fired from his job, and ivolved in an abusive relationship all in the same point in time
  • had to get surgery for appendicitis AND a tumor. wow.

Ad he still made it through all that shit! because he’s fucking amazing! and if anything, most people would be bitter after having that shit hit the fan, but it fucking made him NICER. AND IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ME JUST LOOK AT HIM







ok thats kinda scary but stILL


laughing-fangirling-alldaylong  asked:

How would kyoya react when his s/o paint him instead of the wall of your new apartment? I'm so happy that a kyoya blog exist. Thanks :)

Ahhh, so sorry for the long wait! You send in the cutest prompts !

“You do realize we could just pay professionals to do this, right?” Kyoya looks around skeptically at all the rollers, paint brushes, paint trays, and gallons of paint set carefully on the tarps covering the floor. “It would probably look a lot better and would be a lot easier-”

“Or,” you interrupt him, handing him a paint roller, “we could save the money and just paint ourselves.” You give him a small, wry smile as you turn to start filling the paint trays. You hear him sigh as he comes up behind you.

You start to roll paint onto the wall in clean, even strokes, Kyoya doing the same. You glance at him quietly, a smirk creeping onto your lips.

Since this is such a messy project, you had convinced him to wear some casual clothes, most of which you had to buy just to make sure that they were cheap enough that he wouldn’t be pissed if they got ruined.

And boy, are you going to make sure that they get ruined.

You take your paint brush, dip it in the pool of paint, and you flick your wrist at him. Paint hits his right arm, creating a random pattern on his skin, while droplets of paint fall to the white tarps on the ground. His eyes widen at the sudden assault of cold liquid before turning to you.

A goofy smile stretches across your face as you see his look of confusion. You flick your brush again, this time painting across the front of his shirt.

“Y/n, stop, this is completely childish and a waste of paint-” you flick the brush at him again. He narrows his eyes at you, and for a moment you’re worried that he might actually be mad.

You let out a surprised yelp as he grabs his paint brush and sends a cascade of splatters towards you. Laughing out his name, you raise your arms to block your face. He steps closer, smearing his brush across your front.

“Stop, stop!” you laugh out, trying to grab at his brush. The wet bristles slap against your fingers, completely covering them in sticky paint. You bring your brush down, painting a stripe across his chest and catching a bit of his neck in the process. You feel his arms wrap around you, trapping your arms between your body and his. After a bit of a struggle, your brush falls from your grasp, useless. A small smile graces your lips.

“Are you done?” he asks, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in his voice. You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder and pressing your lips to the side of his neck.

“Yeah, let’s finish the first coat.”

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Bad Stuff Round 1.

1. Baby’s First Environment! Baby still hasn’t improved.

2. My cousin literally asked me if I had psychological issues because of this super dramatic fucking drawing I did. I guess she predicted that one. I like the concept, I guess, but the execution lacks a certain everything.

3. Same.

4. Don’t wanna draw arms? Just hide those bad boys.

5. Edgy.

6. This random-ass individual was apparently named “wind elf” for some reson. Why? How? What? Idk what it is but I hate the way it’s staring at me

7. I like the design of this woman. Might do a redraw.

8. I had just finished reading The Hunger Games and here’s my own rebel leader! Pasty white and everything.

9. Ah. Darcy and Imogen. Why do I still remember their names? More victims of the reaping aka all those dumb ideas I’ve thrown in the garbage because they were bad. I was super proud of this one. Showed it to my teacher. I think I was 16. Shame. Horrible. They have one good hand between them. Imogen’s abs are so hardcore they’re visible through the … leotard she’s wearing? What are those straps for? I hate her pants. Darcy’s face looks like it’s slipping off. 

okay but can we talk about beth cassidy being the biggest addy hanlon trash out there? 

  • i mean let’s talk about beth, the captain, the ace, the queen bitch, desperately in love with her best friend in the most muted way 
  • like addy kisses a boy a few times and beth’s all “he’s dull as a plank of wood.” that white boy got shit on her & then she gets drunk and calls addy up to get all nostalgic about their good times together  1000% no hom o 
  • “isn’t she pretty, jordy, when she looks into your eyes?”
  • the whole coach … 
  • massages in the basement was their “”thing”” for like 3 years please do not think about tough and hard beth softly massaging addy i repeat do not 
  • beth being a total mess after hooking up with some random guy and calling up addy to take her home. just sitting there with shaky hands thinking about her fucked life and fucked feelings 
  • “beth is almost always lying about something, but the lying is her way of rendering something else” then like a bunch of quotations of her insulting addy and saying she never even liked her,,, how subtle captain
  • “love is a kind of killing, addy “ - this is beth cassidy shooting me with an ak47 which is her very non-straight feelings 
  • i-never-back-down-cassidy being all “sure sure take your day” after addy softens her voice to say a “for me.” 
  • she was so emo about that bracelet man it clearly meant so much for her 
  • so did that drunken kiss w/addy. she was still so broken about it even after a year. “are we going to pretend forever?” she was waiting. the whole year. for something to happen again ………
  • “it was always you.”
  • she wanted to keep addy next to her bc she knew losing control means losing addy too and it just fucks me up every time beth cassidy is a wonderfully written queer character and she deserved better 

anonymous asked:

Could you elaborate more on your views of "Priviledge" and break it down? I'm a bit confused & ambivalent on the subject.

The word “privilege” is now just thinly-veiled shorthand for “someone with a label that I am allowed to hate.”

There are huge issues with the idea of “privilege,” and I’ll break them down into an easy list instead of huge paragraphs.

  1. It takes the focus away from the people that actually need help.
  2. It’s designed to perpetuate the status quo, making it appear worse than it is, instead of striving to actually make any improvements.
  3. It fetishises and makes victimhood a desirable trait.
  4. It infantilises and devalues individuals and groups with specific labels that are said to “lack privilege.”
  5. It reduces the complexities of individual lives to an outrageous degree, denying the importance of someone’s individual experiences, issues and problems if they have “undesirable” labels that paint them as “privileged.”
  6. It encourages hatred, bullying and negativity.
  7. It encourages segregation and extreme tribalistic mentalities.
  8. It pushes negative stereotypes of the “un-privileged” group as fact, being even more backwards than the old bigotry of earlier generations that didn’t know better.
  9. It pushes the idea that someone is more or less valuable because of the labels that they can’t control instead of their behaviour and the content of their character.
  10. It, ironically, ignores the only “privilege” that matters, which is “class privilege,” and even then, they completely ignore how complicated “class privilege” is, too.

Here’s a hypothetical situation for you.

There’s a white, heterosexual, able-bodied boy that comes from a rich family. He physically has every item that he could ever want. He’s rarely sick outside of colds and random stomach bugs. 

There’s also a black, lesbian, wheelchair user that also happens to be a trans girl. She’s from a lower-middle-class home where she only has her single mother to care for her.

If you go by the standard “privilege” model, then, obviously the boy has a ton of “privilege,” and he has no idea what it’s like to live the much more difficult life of the girl.

He doesn’t have to deal with racism, homophobia, ableism or transphobia. He doesn’t know what it’s like to worry about money. His life is easy.

But, wait a second. If we got to know those hypothetical people?

The boy’s hiding the fact that he has abusive, cold, uncaring parents. He goes to the best boarding school in the country, but he’s bullied and attacked constantly, both verbally and physically. He’s been beaten and sexually abused by a teacher there. He has no one to turn to. He’s terrified and has to hide every problem that he has because he’s sure that there’s no one there that would believe him. The bullying has pushed him towards anorexia, with horrendous self-esteem and body issues. He toys with the idea of suicide, because he’s under so much pressure by his school and his family and he feels that he just can’t do it. He’s a mess and he’s scared.

The girl has a massively supportive mother. Whilst they don’t have any other family, they have a great network of friends and support systems in their community. There are difficult days, but after her transition started, her friends have come through and they bite and laugh at the idiots that would ever say anything against her. Things are hard, but with that support network around her, she knows that she’s going to prove everyone wrong and be absolutely amazing one day. No matter what happens, her mother has her back, and that love and care makes up for whatever some random stranger may say.

It’s suddenly really complicated, isn’t it?

The “privilege” model would have you ignore everything that the boy has gone through because he has all those label “privileges.” It would also devalue the girl’s strength because she has no “privilege” according to them.

He’s not worth any time or effort. He just has “white cishet male tears.”

She deserves everything because she’s not any of those things.

The truth is that both of those people deserve as much care and support that they need, and giving one care and support doesn’t mean that the other needs to be ignored. Compassion and understanding isn’t a finite resource.

The people that bang on about “privilege” say that it’s not about attacking people that supposedly have “privilege,” but as soon as you look at their actions, you know that they’re lying.

They would rather keep the hypothetical girl feeling as though she’ll never be enough, that the hypothetical boy is keeping her down, and that she’ll always be a victim. 

They would rather ignore the boy’s issues because they’ll rationalise it away with things like, “Well, he doesn’t experience anti-black racism or homophobia or transphobia, and they’re somehow objectively worse.”

The “privilege” model harms absolutely everyone. It teaches you to be less compassionate, less caring, more literally black-and-white. It tells you that personal pain is quantifiable, and that if there aren’t enough points to check off on their list, then an entire person’s life suddenly doesn’t matter.

It’s disgusting, it’s overly-simplistic and it’s utterly wrong.

Please don’t subscribe to it.

lucky-nagisa  asked:

i'm going to be honest, i've never seen the pokemon series you're from (i really want to but... i have no clue which one it is) but you're! such a fluffy and good green boy! i love! so cute and blessed! plus the pokemon love you and that is! so good! i just really wanted to tell you that because you Must Know how much i'm Love You friend you're such a Good and Blessed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Youre really sweet!

Im from Pokemon Black/White! Its a really good game, I would definitely recommend playing it! Though I also appear in the series a few times, like in Generations or some random episodes throughout the anime!

But you are very, very sweet! Im love you, too!! Such a good–Im sorry that we dont talk more often!! I promise it isnt personal and that Im love you bunches!

And now for some jealous Padfoot + random dialogues because really who doesn’t like that ; ) Hope you guys like it.


“Are you sure you don’t wanna get out of here?” James asked, looking at Sirius cautiously.

Sirius’s only answer was more angry glare in the direction of one certain Kingsley Shacklebot, his knuckles white around his already broken quill.

“I mean I’m totally fine with you breaking my quills-”

James’s broken quill, it seemed.

“-it’s not like I use them anyway, but-”

“James?” Sirius interrupted his friend.


“Shut up.”

The messy haired boy huffed and leaned back on his chair.

“I’m just saying, the way you’re looking at Shacklebot is quite deadly and I don’t think it’s a good idea to-”

“Kick his ass?” Sirius interrupted again. “Because it sounds like a great idea to me.”

James thought he indeed looked murderous.

Oblivious to the exchange between the two best friends, Shacklebot kept chatting with Remus Lupin. The muscled boy was leaning in the blushing marauder’s space, their arms touching.

“Doesn’t Moony realize Shacklebot is only looking for a shag? He just wants to put his- his vile hands-”

“Do I hear jealousy, Padfoot?”

Sirius could hear James’s smirk in the idiot’s voice. He turns his head to face his so called best mate.

“C'mon, it’s not like they haven’t already-”

“James I swear if you keep talking I’m gonna hex your butt to fart the alphabet every time you even think of Evans.”

“Is that even possible?”

Sirius’s glare gave him certainty that he would find out if he didn’t stop talking.

“Is he better than me? Is it my hair? I knew I had to get it cut.”

James could only roll his eyes at his best friend’s ridiculousness.

“He was the one who told me to keep it long! Said it made me handsome. Handsome he said!”

James felt like hitting his face on the table. He hoped he didn’t sound like that when he talked about Lily.

Who was he kidding? He knew he did.

“-who makes him laugh when he’s sad, I’m the one who cuddles with him when he’s hurt. I just don’t understand why he would pick bloody Shacklebot over me.”

James sighed and put his arms around Sirius’s shoulder.

“We gotta admit the bloke’s rather fit.”

“Prongs. Not helping.”

“What are you two plotting?”

Both dark haired boys jumped and turned around to look at Remus.

“A murder.” Sirius replies with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes like daggers on Kingsley’s retreating figure.

Remus’s face went from casual to horrified to resignated in a fraction of a second. He sighed.

“I’m with the body-hiding function ain’t I?”

“WHAT are you lot planning?!” A horrified Lily Evans demanded.

The three boys jumped in surprise and turned to her.

“Really what’s up with you people showing out of nowhere? We can’t even apparat here in Hogwarts.” James mumbles, running his hand through the back of his neck.

“Oi, Evans! Mind your own business, will you?”

“Remus, I thought you had your dog trained.” Lily said to the shorter of the three, ignoring Sirius.

James laughed and tried to cover it with a cough. If only she knew…

“Eh, Evans, it’s not what you’re thinking. Sirius is just… Yeah.” Trust his charms to abandon him when he needs them the most.

The girl kept staring at the group with a raised eyebrow before giving up on figuring them out. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her breasts. James tried to keep his gaze on her face.

“Whatever, just try to keep out of detention this week, Remus. We’ve got prefect rounds together.”

Remus smiled apologetically and nodded. Lily’s gaze softened.

“See you.”

“Later, Lily.”

James watched the exchange with an open mouth and wide eyes. As soon as the redhead had left, he turned to Remus.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with Evans?!”

“We only started talking the past few weeks, Prongs.” Remus rolled his eyes.


Sirius smirked and put his arm around Remus’s shoulder, resting his head on top of the boy’s soft curl and turning his teasing gaze on James.

“Do I hear jealousy, Prongsie dear?”

Captain America Civil War Spoilers ahead

I just wanna talk about my love for Spider Man in this film. I realize some people might consider this a bit of a reach but from the way he rambled about random things constantly and then talked about his struggles with being hypersensitive to stimulation and lacking focus made me headcannon him as autistic. He had old tech collections and an obvious intense interest in inventing and designing that surpasses that of anyone else his age; while it would be a fairly stereotypical form of autism representation (aka white boy with socialization issues is hyper-intellegent but awkward) I think having a canonical marvel movie superhero with autism would still be a massive step towards actual diversity (includes representation for neurodivergent and disabled people, not just racial diversity, which is also very important and underrepresented)

Am i too desperate for proper autism representation that im reading into it too much or did anybody else feel this way? The way the other avengers treated him reminded me of when i was an “annoying info dumping kid” that everyone told to shut up once or twice a day, and it reminded me of how difficult it was at that age to convince people that i was actually pretty damn intellegent because of how “weird” i acted. Plus like he just seemed more relatable to me than any other peter parker ive seen portrayed. Anyone else have thoughts?

svtkmg  asked:

how would the members ( + v) dance when they're at a club ? (zen dances like a white dad even though he probabbly knows how to dance)

(a/n i know this says dance but i expanded it to just them being drunk at the club and i included dancing because its funny lolol pps i got invited to a party as i was writing this so)


  • initially he comes to pick you up from the club because he’s intimidated by the people at clubs because ‘they’re cool(they’re really not)
  • hes really scared walking in
  • but he’ll wants to make sure you’re home safe so he conquers his fear (ง'̀-‘́)ง
  • he sees people chanting for you to down a drink and he meets ur gaze and its just like yoosung h e l p
  • so he comes over and chugs the drink down and wow i saved her!!
  • buuuut he’s a lightweight so he starts giggling
  • a lot
  • he loves ‘sex on the beach’ 
  • its FRUITY i should take it to class it’s one of my 5 a day
  • no yoosung its really not
  • but i taste oranges and and 
  • :(
  • a hyper white man on the dance floor 
  • does the boogie and failed moonwalks and wow look at mee mc loook!!
  • he thinks he’s really good oh my poor child
  • he’s so addicted to LOLOL that he probably runs around screaming at one point because i am a drAGON WARRIOR
  • ends up being SUPER paranoid 
  • when you sober up you try find him but where tf is he where has he gone omg he’s lost call the cops
  • security finds him hiding under a truck what the hell
  • apparently he heard sirens and he thought they were after him??? 
  • …why would they be-
  • probably passes out in the car
  • cries the next morning because what is a hangover???
  • why am i dying call 999 i’d like a red coffin please tell my mum i love her


  • he’s planned this night out for weeks but he’s paranoid ur going to die or something??
  • remember if someone offers you a dri-
  • i know say i have a muscular bf that will beat u up blah blah lets gO
  • thats my mc
  • you enter the club and he literally pulls out a flask of his pants and ur just like ????
  • listen, drinks are expensive and i’m not spending that much on strong flavoured water 
  • true & me too
  • at first he’s super cool as he hangs out with his old biker friends in the smoking area and you nope outta there
  • but when he sees that you’re drunk he literally jets back into the club and drinks with you
  • drunk zen oh god oh boy
  • he’s either bussing out boy band moves or either jumping up and down like a freak theres NO inbetween
  • either way you run away
  • he definitely acts cute/flirty to get free drinks that girls buy him and ur hella pissed off at him
  • but you hear him rambling to the girls about how much he likes you and quickly takes his drinks and shares them with you
  • winks @ u because this mf knows how to get free drinks how sly
  • u scared the undying shit out of me you drunk cunt don’t flirt again :((
  • he somehow ends up talking to his vodka glass when you leave him to dance
  • and he’s reciting his lines and acting dramatically - its a full on performance 
  • wow…i have a v attentive audience thank you guys I appreciate it
  • oh he’s also the drunk person who takes 100 snapchats and everyone hates him cos of it i know i would
  • when he wakes up the next morning you find him watching a youtube video of his drunk self last night and he just groans smacking his forehead
  • my manager is going to kill me
  • pout


  • he’s still in his suit so he looks very out of place
  • ah- this is a commoner club 
  • dissapointed when he sees sweaty teens just grinding on each other
  • oh christ thats a lot of leg
  • whines A LOT
  • i thought it would be empty mc..
  • jumin - its a club why would it be EMPTY you dumbass
  • literally jets to the vip section where there’s less people and relaxes for a bit
  • but he ends up sipping a little too much wine
  • tries vodka in his tipsy state and he looks like a baby who’s tried a lemon 
  • oh god o non nonon o non why DO PEOPLE DRINK THIS noNOo 
  • … actually give me 7
  • he’s so out of it now
  • doesn’t dance he just bobs his head really out of time to the music 
  • talks to everyone and everything (yes he talks to objectsabout cat wine
  • and *hic* you know cat wine *hic* will make a profit *hic* of 3 million *hic* kitten pounds *hic*
  • wtf is kitten pounds oh god what are u planning
  • leaves his card in the normal club area and everyone uses his card to buy drinks
  • um sir.. ur bill is £9867.37…
  • lol *hic* i want another water drink please 
  • you drag him out because he’s a mess gET OUT TRUST FUND KID
  • no no no i have more clients to talk to i’m doing business
  • you were talking to a chair before i dragged you out movE IT
  • in the morning you show a video of jumin hiccuping and rambling and he just straightens out his suit and walks away in shame
  • whispers to himself…what have i become


  • the club has an offer where all drinks are half priced and u just drag her along but she vows not to drink
  • lol
  • a ranting angry drunk who lets every thing in her head just come out
  • it’s roast jumin night
  • listen i hat ehis damn *hic* cat wine and his cat i mean *hic* that cat isn’t even cut e *hic* that cat hair is everywhere *hic*
  • stops mid sentence
  • hey you’re *hic* cute
  • she realises what she’s said in her drunk state and covers her mouth and u just laugh because same ur still getting embarrased 
  • she just word vomits everything but her thoughts are so jumbled up that she can’t finish her train of thought so its just random phrases and you can’t get a word in at all
  • i would quit my job but the pay is go-
  • YEAH
  • i caught trust fund kiddo with a pocky stick in his mouth on the floor trying to get elly to ea-
  • omg
  • isnt that animal abuse???
  • what the number i’ll call the-
  • you have to grab her phone out of her hand or else jumin would kill her but damn she was close
  • doesn’t dance but she just stares at people from her seat judging people verbally nd really loudly - enough for them to hear
  • she’s awful
  • shut up jaehee where are your manne-
  • but she has 2 left feet an-
  • you just drag her out because the girls are so close to clawing her face 
  • tuts the whole way home mumbling about kids these days but jaehee ur like 5
  • int he future she doesn’t even let u bring up that night because she lost 5 clients and jumin managed to hear what she said and he was v.v.v pissed 
  • throws a shoe at your head when you mention going to a club together


  • takes you to some weird underground club for officals n shit with a secret password to get in and everything??
  • where are we saey- holy shit whY IS THE GUARD BREATHING FIRE
  • you learn that they’re robots that he created - well ofc that makes sense now
  • all the drinks in the club are just rainbow coloured and weird and theres blaring techno music where am I
  • recommends you every drink and he’s also one of the lightweights so soon enough ur both somehow singing to screamo (just screaming random syllables)
  • he’s that IDIOT who screams “DRINKS ON ME”
  • oh my god saeYOUNG NO
  • gets into a dance battles (does white boy dance moves) and he loses and breaks his glasses may I add
  • but its normal because he says he has 137 more?? wdym..?
  • when people hit on you he ends up joining in and hitting on you as well because u know.. drunk logic
  • are you a calendar because dATE ME
  • we’re already dating idiot wh-
  • oh well it did it hurt; when.
  • …when..?
  • when you fell for me
  • dies on the floor laughing at his own joke 
  • then after a while he’s literally really weird like
  • weirder than usual
  • if sunflower oil is made from sunflower seeds.. and sesame oil is made from sesame seeds.. whats virgin oil made from??
  • oh god th e government is giving us viRGIN DRIINKS
  • you cover his mouth quickly because theres probably government officials in here u IDIOT shut it
  • compliments random strangers while doing the finger gun action as u drag him out
  • points at stranger “u have.. nice shape d teeth *hic* me likey
  • probably laughs the next day because those drinks don’t give you hangovers (he created them) and he compliments his own shitty dancing on camera before pulling another pair of glasses out of thin air
  • bitch tf where did that come from?????


  • he tells you off for drinking at the club 
  • but ends up drinking himself
  • okay wow seriously the RFA have no logic - rika u hired idiots
  • he becomes really artsy and he acts knowledgeable 
  • but he don’t know shit
  • you know where rum comes from?
  • uh yeah isn’t it like a by product of some sugar process thing and its fer-
  • no. i’m going to tell you the unspoken truth.
  • you get a glass of water from the mountains, put it on the table, clap 3 times, spin around 4 times, say rummyrumrum and then it becomes rum.
  • (please bare in mind he says this super seriously with the straightest face and the calmest tone)
  • he’s wandering around the club and people think he’s sober but he’s really not he just looks normal
  • ends up taking thousands of photos on his phone until theres no more memory left
  • the photos are worse.. than jumins (collective gasps)
  • but at the time he’s genuinely freaking out because 
  • omg these pictures are golden i’m literally going to make millions
  • …they’re all blurry feet.
  • probably lets to bartender ramble about his job to him because thats v and he’s nodding his head slowly at him 
  • he’s not listening btw
  • suddenly gets up (srry mr bartender) and realises he has to take pictures of you because wow ur beautiful (he’s STILL cheesy when drunk)
  • those ‘pictures’ are just confused selfies because how do cameras flip again??? technology is hard :((
  • his form of dancing is nodding his head like jumin with some jazz hands from time to time 
  • zones out a lot at the club - everyone is convinced he’s high and avoids him
  • the next morning he erases all the pictures and literally pretends the night didn’t happen 
  • acts super clueless 
  • lol whats alcohol? i only know of green tea!!
Just a thought about cyberpunk:

Cyberpunk is typically associated with outcasts, marginalized people on the edge of society while massive corporations abuse power and foster a world dedicated to the wealthy elite. That seems like the PERFECT setting to explore bigotry and how minorities function at the edge of society and how they fight back. However, for some goddamn reason, the “marginalized” individual in almost all cyberpunk is some random cishet white dude who’s just really bitter and antisocial.

The genre is capable of so much social commentary mixed in with excellent explorations of technology melding with humanity (as a way of dealing with said marginalized status), but it’s just stuck wading in a kiddie pool of 17 year old edgy white boys.

Shadows Over Innistrad: recap

So after shit went down on Zendikar and Ugin yelled at the rowdy teens for ruining his zen garden he was like “grumble grumble where’s Sorin grumble” and Jace is like “Hey Liliana mentioned a Sorin once” and goes to innistrad.

Arriving on Innistrad Jace discovers shits fucked. He visits Liliana and is like “Hey remember how you were fucking awful you owe me” and Liliana is like “Hey I don’t give a fuck zombie butler go get me some tea” and Jace is like “Tell me where Sorin is” and Liliana’s like “No, Sorin will kill you, and you will cry while he is killing you.” and Jace is like “Fine, I’ll just ask random townspeople where the ancient supervampire is.”

Somehow this works and he gets directions to Markov Manor except that the entire ground and half the castle is either gone or upside down. Jace is like “hm this seems bad” and goes in anyways because he’s a white boy in a horror movie. Surprise it’s bad. He freaks out because vampire corpses everywhere and also ghosts. He ends up finding a dead guy that wasn’t a vampire and steals the Dead Guy’s book. He starts reading and is like “Hey, Tamiyo doesn’t sound like a vaguely north-eastern european name. I bet she’s a planeswalker.“

As King of Bad Ideas, Jace decides to ask townspeople where to find Tamiyo. The townspeople don’t help because they’re quite busy wandering about in gibberish madness so Jace decides “Surely no harm will come of mentally infiltrating the mind of a person who clearly no longer has a coherent mind” and who could’ve guessed it ends badly. Jace accidentally summons several ghost Jaces in his brain and when they aren’t being useless they’re like “Hey remember those Very Clearly Not Natural Rocks that all point in one direction? Let’s see where they go.” and he finds zombies building a beach resort. Since its zombies he decides everything is Lilianas fault even though there are probably thirty necromancer within ten miles of any given point on the plane.

Jace goes back to Liliana’s mansion and yells at her and she’s like “What the fuck why would I waste zombies on a beach resort when I have a perfectly good ancient decrepit manor. Go be crazy with the Angels.” and Jace decides that’s a good plan and goes to Thraben. <br><br>In the Cathedral, Jace ends up running into Tamiyo on accident. His attempts to form a scooby doo crew are halted by Tamiyo saying annoying things like “How did you get my diary,” “Where is my intern,” and “Stop talking Jesus Christ.” Tamiyo eventually decides she will help him say hi to Avacyn but no touching things.

Avacyn shows up and she is Fucking Pissed and Jace decides that surely using telepathy on an ancient insane angel while also plagued by ghost clones is a good idea. It is not. Tamiyo saves Jace from being a barbecue and Sorin busts through the wall Kool-Aid Man style and is like “Sweetie are you busy I need to talk.” and Avacyn is screaming about destroying the outsiders and Sorin is like “Kay I’ll be back in five have fun.” and Avacyn goes “Hold up you’re a vampire and those are Super Bad.” and she attacks Sorin but it’s like a puppy trying to attack a WWE Wrestler and Sorin is like “Avacyn pls” but she doesn’t stop so Sorin is like “Okay let’s try a factory reset” and Avacyn remembers who she is and then she realizes Sorin Isn’t A Good Dude so she attacks him again so Sorin flips the off switch and Avacyn dissolves dramatically and then Sorin is like “Fuck. Fuck I fucked up. Shit. Goddamnit. Fuck.”

Also at some point in here Gisa and Nahiri went on a date.

Part 14 - don't be kind





[ dodged a bullet - greg laswell]

Last night hadn’t been He Tian’s first time.

But that was the first time he’d genuinely wished he could take it all back.

He wished it had been with someone that had given a shit, not some random dude at some random club.

He didn’t even remember his name.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever even asked.

It was just a blur, over too fast. (He took full responsibility for that part.)

They hadn’t even kissed.

He knew it wasn’t normal for an 18 year old boy to be complaining about how he’d lost his virginity… but two years after the fact, things weren’t so black and white.

Jian Yi had been a virgin, that much was obvious.

He hadn’t asked, he didn’t want to put him on the spot even though he wouldn’t have denied it.

He’d probably been saving it or Zhengxi.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t asked.

That would have killed the mood real quick.

He hoped he’d made it good.

He hoped he’d made it memorable.

He’d certainly fucking tried.

Yeah, Jian Yi hadn’t been his first… Or second…or sixth…

But he really, really, really wished he had been.

He wanted the memory of being asked on a date, being nervous, having fun, a first kiss they’d both remember.

Shit, when did he start thinking like the narrator of a romance novel?

Even still.

He’d wanted it to be memorable.

He wanted Jian Yi to look back on last night and think of him.

He’d tried so hard to do it right.

He’d tried to be sweet and gentle, to move slowly and make sure he way ready.

That wasn’t normally the way he did things.

He’d fought every instinct that told him to just fucking do it already.

He’d known Jian Yi had never had sex, but he did think that meant he hadn’t done…anything.

So slowly, gently, he’d gotten him ready.

If he’d ever thought Jian Yi was attractive, and he certainly fucking did, it was nothing compared to this.

His body was perfect, his lips were soft, his face was flushed, the desperate sounds he made as he tried to stay quiet certainly took time off how long this was going to last.

He’d normally be embarrassed to watch someone this way, but as he got Jian Yi ready, he couldn’t look away.

God, he was fucking gorgeous.

Jian Yi cried out and dug his fingernails into He Tian’s back as he pushed in.

It took everything in him to stay still while he got himself situated.

It wasn’t in his nature to be patient like this.

He spent several long moments adjusting himself so he’d hit exactly the right spot, and it’d been immediately obvious when he had.

Oh god.

Reaching between them, he made a point to make Jian Yi come before he let himself.

He’d held him as they fell asleep, wondering if Jian Yi would regret it in the morning.

When He Tian woke up, his bed was empty.

His heart sank into his stomach.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was music to his ears