Trans people know that gender is a social construct– to use that fact against them is literally pointless? Gender is a social construct, we know! So is love and time and forgiveness but we don’t see TERFs invalidating relationships, clocks.
after that speech some stydia shippers are going to use it as an excuse to bash stalia shippers and say that stiles never cared about malia and I’ll be completely honest I don’t ship stalia but can we all be respectful to those who have different opinions? can we not have stupid fights that are literally so pointless and childish? if you’re a stydia shipper don’t be rude to stalia shippers or post nasty stalia or malia posts. just focus on yourselves. and can stalia shippers please do the same? the ship wars really need to stop.
Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except
for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had
wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can
trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at
her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best
friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions
when it was the other way around.
Word count: 2.6k
A/N: Why did I even bother to write a cliffhanger for last part? It’s so pointless, I literally update this story every day or every two days, I played myself - again!
Warnings: trouble in paradise; swearing; hurt; comfort; i’m not good at warnings and I always forget them
She croaked out, finally spotting his huddled figure on the ground,
leaning against the back of the couch.
hands shot up to cover her mouth as she saw his bloodied, battered
face, covered in fresh wounds layering the old ones. She dropped to
the ground, falling right on her knees. Her brain vaguely processed
the physical pain, because her heart ache was so great at this sight,
that any other kind of pain was barely worth acknowledging.
Mara cried out, reaching out a hand to touch him but he seemed to be
hurt all over and she feared she would hurt him by a simple touch.
Headcanon that Hange likes to make Levi tea when he’s sad or mad or stressed because she knows it chills him out, and there are days when Levi is so so done with everyone and everything and on those days nobody in the Survey Corps can find a single cup anywhere, because they’re all in Levi’s room and Levi is left hanging his head and staring at the five million cups of tea piled onto his desk while Hange sweats in the corner and waits to see if he’s feeling better yet
this is pointless commentary but like literally why do so many posts have to start like “we always talk about ___ but what about THIS” like natasha listen to me, i promise you it’s possible to care about more than one thing at once
one of the things I’m still working really hard to train myself to do is resist the urge to “burst someone’s bubble” when I see that they are made happy by believing something that is false but not harmful
This little whatever was bothering me and I couldn’t write anything else until this was done. It’s inspired by my writer’s block battling method and that post about being instantly endeared by people sitting in places that aren’t meant for sitting and an Ablify commercial that made me instantly think of Toby. It goes nowhere and has no purpose, so yeah.
“Do you know how disgusting that floor is?” Sylvester spoke as he walked into the room behind Happy.
Happy murmured something about everything going to hell when she leaves for fifteen minutes.
Sylvester walked to his desk while Happy stopped in front of the grown man sprawled out on the garage floor.
He shifted and his hand hooked around her ankle.
“Hey, bunny.” He said, extending his other arm toward her.
“Why are you on the floor?” She asked, crossing her arms.
“I’m thinking.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Thinking about what?” She tried to shake her foot from his grasp but his hold only tightened.
“There was a study published on a side effect of Abilify and I’m pondering its validity.” He was back to staring at the ceiling and drumming patterns on the toe of her boot.
“Why do the possible side effects of an antipsychotic concern you?” His eyebrows shifted up at her words.
“How did you know Abilify is an antipsychotic?” He asked.
She shrugged with a smile on her lips.
“This psychiatrist I live with babbles a lot.” He smiled from ear to ear and turned his attention back to the ceiling.
“That doesn’t explain why you listen.” He smirked up at her.
“Seriously, what’s the side effect?” She was legitimately curious.
He turned to look in her eyes.
Her eyes went wide.
“That’s why it concerns you.”
“You can’t think in a chair?” She was fighting off a smile.
“I’m watching the ceiling fan turn. My desk has too many distractions, and I was hoping that the change of scenery would help me focus.” He shrugged.
“What’s distracting about your desk?”
“Old case files, the internet, books, a picture of you-” He rambled on.
“You can’t focus because there’s a picture of me on your desk?” Happy was trying not to laugh.
“Partially. I look at the picture, then I realize that it’s dumb to look at a picture when the real thing is right across the room. So then I look over at you and watch you work and never focus on anything else again.” He shrugged again like it was no big deal.
Happy rolled her eyes.
“So you can’t think straight because of me, and we save the world together all the time?” Her tone was questioning, but playful.
“That’s when something important or dangerous is happening. If it’s not life or death, my brain only focuses on you.”
Then her stomach grumbled and she was reminded of why she left the garage in the first place.
“Go focus on food.” She gestured to where the rest of the team was already eating.
“But then I’d have to move.” He was practically whining.
“Seriously, babe, get off the floor.” She said and he froze.
“Did you just call me babe?” His crooked grin was beginning to widen.
“Don’t make it weird.” She smiled and extended a hand to him.
He grasped her hand and stood up, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he practically ran to the food.
When everyone had eaten dinner and gone home, Toby turned to his desk.
It was totally empty, except for the tiny woman sitting cross legged across the top.
“Where’s all my stuff?” His eyes were wide and he was grinning like a fool.
“I took care of your distractions.” She smiled, and it was that wicked grin that knocked him to the floor.
“Except for one.” He was slowly walking towards her.
“I left that one for you to take care of.” Her grin grew wider and she leaned forward toward him.
He took the last step, effectively closing the distance between them and pressing his hands to her cheeks.
His kissed her softly and slowly until she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The memory of what happened on his desk was burned into his brain, and Toby spent a lot more time on the floor after that.
listen i do my best to not get involved w/ drama bc its literally so pointless but honestly ! why does the rpc think it so necessary to do this bandwagon bullying shit ?? like someone says 1 THING or their idea doesnt come across correctly and y’all gang up until the person is beaten to the ground like ?? it’s so shitty and terrible and there’s a difference between educating politely and being a piece of shit ? like stop, go outside, take a breath, this is fucking roleplay u don’t need to be so rude