this is not a statement on whether or not we like this engagement

anonymous asked:

Wait what happened with supergirl? Never really watched it but as usual theres chaos. I know theres an lgbt couple there did they die or something soph?

Well there’s two LGBTQ+ pairing in the show, one is canon “Sanvers” (Alex Danvers + Maggie Sawyer) and one is non canon “Supercorp” (Kara Danvers aka Supergirl + Lena Luthor)

This week-end was the Comic con and during an interview a member of the cast was asked to make a singing recap of the season, but while singing that recap he isolated the Supercorp ship and sang the words “They’re only friends! They’re never gonna get together!” while laughing hysterically, a majority of the cast present there laughed with him, including Melissa Benoist who plays one half of Supercorp - basically mocking the ship. 

Songs starts at 1:30

Later in the interview Katie McGrath who plays the other half of Supercorp tried to defend the ship (7:15) but she was rudely interrupted, which pissed everyone off even more.

Now what those actors don’t understand is that an LGBTQ+ fandom, whether their pairing is canon or not, is always gonna be a very sensitive and vulnerable fandom. Because there are so little representations of the community, those ships are extremely important (you can include Camren there), and a LOT of fans felt attacked and ridiculed by the “joke” that this actor made. 

After that things escalated quickly, the actor in question, Jeremy Jordan, send out a message to apologize but basically didn’t, he made it about him and not about what the real issue was,

He later understood his mistake and send another message :

Also a few tweets - I think he got it

Other members of the cast also responded, using the basic “I can’t be homophobe, I worked in theater, I have gay friends, the show has a canon gay ship…” etc - trying to defend their behavior.

Then a fan (https://chloeniccole.tumblr.com) send an fucking incredible email to Melissa’s rep to explain why the fandom was so upset and what an important thing shipping is for the community

To which they responded, completely missing the whole point 😒😒😒

Hi Chloe,
Thank you for your email.  
As someone who was present in the room yesterday during the impromptu, musical recap of S2 during MTV’s live stream with the cast of SUPERGIRL, I can speak as a voice of reason and with objectivity as this situation requires.  It’s entirely up to you to accept or deny the following…
I will not undermine your feelings or those of anyone who took issue with what you’ve perceived to be offensive.  However, as an activist, it’s very important that you take a step back before inflicting public scorn.  As a role model, it’s incumbent upon you to shape your understanding and engage in meaningful and respectful dialogue based on fact and motivation, and not just on whether your feelings were bruised.
You cannot fairly denounce Melissa or Jeremy or the cast for what they DIDN’T say. You cannot fairly characterize their verbiage or actions as “aggressive,” on the contrary.  They were having fun in a riff session and hardly at the expense of the LGBT community. You cannot fairly assume or rationalize why David Harewood or Katie McGraff didn’t participate so to substantiate your argument.  To enter into a sensitive debate, you have to be really careful about making baseless claims based solely on emotion.
Chloe:  neither Melissa or Jeremy or any of the cast members marginalized any individual, regardless of orientation, by saying “Kara and Lena” are just friends. They didn’t say “can’t be friends” or “shouldn’t be friends” OR remotely imply that “two female characters would never see each other in a romantic light in their whole lives.”  Then you take it one step further to accuse them of declaring “the incomprehensibility of a woman loving another woman” and “blatantly made a mockery of non-heterosexual women.”  It’s wholly irresponsible to publicly admonish anyone, as you have on your social media platforms, and I mean anyone, for such a broad and unsubstantiated interpretation of the S2 recap.
That, Chloe, is actually the definition of defamation.
Allow me to also clarify for you that other than Melissa who MTV brass placed next to host Josh Horowitz, the cast seated themselves. As did all 13 casts of films and television shows that I guided through MTV.  Unless David and Katie said they felt “isolated” in their positions in the back, I would recommend you walk back these statements as well.  
There are gross injustices globally of the LGBT community. This was not one of those occasions. You may feel slighted because the creatives behind the SG series didn’t lead the Kara-Lena relationship in a direction that would have made you happy and proud in S2. You cannot therefore accuse them of being anti-gay.  If Josh Horowitz instead engaged in a serious Q&A with the cast as to why they didn’t take that path and Melissa, Jeremy and the cast responded “Kara cannot be in a relationship with Lena because she’s SUPERGIRL” then I invite you to protest loudly and with far more aggression and passion than what you perceived from the cast yesterday.
You’ve indicted people who are genuine ambassadors of acceptance, compassion and equality and have proven as much, not on only Glee but on SUPERGIRL and in their own personal lives.  
As you continue your mission to right the wrongs in society and especially those inflicted on the LGBT community, I highly recommend you postulate your arguments soundly.
Thank you Chloe for reaching out.
Kindly,”

And now apparently Melissa’s team is threatening to sue her for defamation…

Also other people who are in the LGBTQ+ tv-show horizon responded to the whole thing - Kaitlyn Alexander from Carmilla 

And Emily Andras who’s the showrunner of Wynonna Earp 

Anyways this whole thing has just reached the medias, so I think we’re gonna be hearing about this for a little while.

The issue here is a very common one unfortunately - public figures just don’t take the time to think and educate themselves - even if it doesn’t look like it, this is homophobia, a very latent, unintentional, type of homophobia, but still homophobia. 

It might seem silly and taken out of proportion, but the community has been shut down and mistreated for so many years by the television industry that now even the smallest thing matters. Those ships have such a huge impact on people’s lives, it’s important, and it has taken fucking years for showrunners to understand that, and some still haven’t caught up #fuckyoujasonrothenberg. Showrunners like Emily Andras and a cast like the one of Wynonna Earp are what this community needs - people who take the time to educate themselves, learn from other’s mistakes and most importantly listen and respect the fans. Because at the end of the day the fans are the ones calling the shots, I know for a fact that a majority of the fandom would stop watching Supergirl right now if it weren’t for the Sanvers storyline. The LGBTQ+ community is one of the most loyal source of fans a show and an actor can have, we’re the fucking bomb, we get shit done and we love and ship harder than any other fans, but if you betray us or disrespect us, there’s no coming back, and we will fucking roast you.

The One Who Worries

WWriter - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - no just one to start off the blog - Send me Requests!!

Warning – pregnant!reader (is that even considered a warning? lmao), Mentions of Paul’s short temper,I don’t know what it feels like to be kicked by a baby so it may or may not be exaggerated (sorry to those who have been pregnant!), pure fluff

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight (I actually watch the scene I use from the movies on youtube or another source to get the dialog right. Although I may switch up who says/does what for purposes of the imagines, I do not own any of it.)

Summary – Paul’s imprint is 7 months pregnant with their first child and when she feels slight discomfort Paul freaks out believing she and their child is in some type of danger

POV - third person; set in New Moon

(Characters’ ages are raised to at least 18)

(Y/H/C) your hair color

(Y/E/C) your eye color

A/N - Request are open :)

Originally posted by leahlahote

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Why I Was Fired By Google, by James Damore

Special to the Wall Street Journal

I was fired by Google this past Monday for a document that I wrote and circulated internally raising questions about cultural taboos and how they cloud our thinking about gender diversity at the company and in the wider tech sector. I suggested that at least some of the male-female disparity in tech could be attributed to biological differences (and, yes, I said that bias against women was a factor too). Google Chief Executive Sundar Pichai declared that portions of my statement violated the company’s code of conduct and “cross the line by advancing harmful gender stereotypes in our workplace.”

My 10-page document set out what I considered a reasoned, well-researched, good-faith argument, but as I wrote, the viewpoint I was putting forward is generally suppressed at Google because of the company’s “ideological echo chamber.”My firing neatly confirms that point.

How did Google, the company that hires the smartest people in the world, become so ideologically driven and intolerant of scientific debate and reasoned argument?

We all have moral preferences and beliefs about how the world is and should be. Having these views challenged can be painful, so we tend to avoid people with differing values and to associate with those who share our values. This self-segregation has become much more potent in recent decades. We are more mobile and can sort ourselves into different communities; we wait longer to find and choose just the right mate; and we spend much of our time in a digital world personalized to fit our views.

Google is a particularly intense echo chamber because it is in the middle of Silicon Valley and is so life-encompassing as a place to work. With free food, internal meme boards and weekly companywide meetings, Google becomes a huge part of its employees’ lives. Some even live on campus. For many, including myself, working at Google is a major part of their identity,almost like a cult with its own leaders and saints, all believed to righteously uphold the sacred motto of “Don’t be evil.”

Echo chambers maintain themselves by creating a shared spirit and keeping discussion confined within certain limits. As Noam Chomsky once observed, “The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum.”

But echo chambers also have to guard against dissent and opposition. Whether it’s in our homes, online or in our workplaces, a consensus is maintained by shaming people into conformity or excommunicating them if they persist in violating taboos. Public shaming serves not only to display the virtue of those doing the shaming but also warns others that the same punishment awaits them if they don’t conform.

In my document, I committed heresy against the Google creed by stating that not all disparities between men and women that we see in the world are the result of discriminatory treatment.

When I first circulated the document about a month ago to our diversity groups and individuals at Google, there was no outcry or charge of misogyny. I engaged in reasoned discussion with some of my peers on these issues, but mostly I was ignored.

Everything changed when the document went viral within the company and the wider tech world. Those most zealously committed to the diversity creed—that all differences in outcome are due to differential treatment and all people are inherently the same—could not let this public offense go unpunished. They sent angry emails to Google’s human-resources department and everyone up my management chain, demanding censorship, retaliation and atonement.

Upper management tried to placate this surge of outrage by shaming me and misrepresenting my document, but they couldn’t really do otherwise: The mob would have set upon anyone who openly agreed with me or even tolerated my views. When the whole episode finally became a giant media controversy, thanks to external leaks, Google had to solve the problem caused by my supposedly sexist, anti-diversity manifesto, and the whole company came under heated and sometimes threatening scrutiny.

It saddens me to leave Google and to see the company silence open and honest discussion. If Google continues to ignore the very real issues raised by its diversity policies and corporate culture, it will be walking blind into the future—unable to meet the needs of its remarkable employees and sure to disappoint its billions of users.

“His Wedding” Part 7

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (dont get used to this)

Word Count: 2085

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing! taglist is open! also

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

As we looked in the direction of the door, where Bucky stood awkwardly, mouth partly open and eyes giving us a questioned look, I only have one question in my mind – What’s going on in Bucky’s head?

Hell, even in this situation, I’m concerned about Bucky! Why can’t I let him go?

I purse my lips and remove my hands from Steve’s hair. Sitting back on my knees, I scratch the back of my neck trying to think of a way out of this condition. I don’t know why, but I really want to disappear, dig a whole and bury myself in it.

All the three of us wait, probably for the other to break the uncomfortable silence. Bucky lets out a chuckle-y breath, pointing a finger at us,

“I’ll just–” he takes a step back, “I’ll come back later.”

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the superhero code | peter parker x hero!reader

Originally posted by over-et

notes: Y/S/N = your superhero name
possible spoilers from the movie, so be warned. also in this imagine peter doesn’t have a crush on liz. 
also there is a part two if you’re interested, it’s called the lovers code it’s linked in my masterlist on my blog.


“Ugh! Watching you stare at Peter, is like watching a kid stare at a toy they really want but know they can’t have,” Michelle stated, as her eyes lifted from her book to point out the obvious. That analogy was pretty much the perfect way to describe your feelings for the boy. 

Since your freshmen year at Midtown, you had developed a crush on the cute nerd. You thought it would go away soon, but here you are a year later still longing for him. It’s not like you were shy or anything. You shared that quality with Michelle where you’re outsiders but you aren’t afraid to share your opinion with people. 

The analogy she given was perfect because you knew you couldn’t have him. Not with the life you lead. You were one of Queen’s heroes, (Y/S/N). You couldn’t have anybody get too close or else they’re life would be endangered. It was kind of the superhero code. 

Michelle was fully aware of your predicament, after reading one of your text messages from Tony Stark….’s assistant/body guard Happy. You didn’t work for Tony Stark or the Avengers. Mr. Stark saw you on the news and realized you were a superhero he would have to keep an eye on. Just like Spiderman.

“(Y/N)! No witty comeback. I’m disappointed,” Michelle stated as she stood up out of her seat. Apparently you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the bell ring, signifying the next period. Where you had P.E.


“Peter knows Spiderman!” Shouted the voice of Ned, gaining the attention of every student in the gym. You and Michelle also turned your heads to hear the story. 

Peter quickly stood up from his gym mat and walked up to Liz Allen and her group of friends. “Ugh… y-yeah. I know-know him. I’ve met him through the internship.” Peter explained, clearly nervous due to all of the eyes on him. Flash scoffed as he walked up to Peter.

“Yeah right. You probably know (Y/S/N) too since she and Spiderman are pretty much inseparable,” Flash said. You tensed at the statement. You were aware that some of the public thought you and Spidey were a thing, which made your hear hurt cause you just wanted to be associated with Peter not Spiderman.

“I’ve met her too.” Peter said. Now this got your attention. You had never once approached Peter as (Y/S/N). Too scared that he will recognize you.

“Sure. So why don’t you bring the happy couple over to Liz’s party.” Flash suggested. Which made your stomach turn, as you looked away from the two boys. Michelle noticed your reaction. She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

What you didn’t know was that Peter was looking like a tomato due to the couple fact. 


“DJ FLASH!” 

“I swear if I hear that one more time I will scream.” You stated to Michelle. You were both at Liz’s party. You weren’t that into partying but you wanted to see if Peter was actually going to bring Spiderman. Or if Peter was going to try to get (Y/S/N) here. You wanted to help the boy out but you knew if you did your secret identity- POOF.

“I swear if they don’t have any cream for this bagel I will scream.” Michelle stated as she looked around the snack table for any kind of cream. She found one and started to spread it on her bagel.

“Are you seriously eating at a time like this?” You questioned, crossing my arms and keeping my eyes on the front door. Michelle nodded. “Would you relax? Your little love bug is going to show up with the boy you wished was your love bug. And he won’t look like a complete fool.” You narrowed your eyes at her for that statement, but then you saw Peter and Ned… in an interesting? fedora. But no Spiderman. 

Liz walked up to them and engaged in a short conversation. She left after someone smashed a vase and now it was Michelle’s turn to socialize. 
“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” She stated as she took a bite from her bagel. “You’re here too.” Ned replied. “Am i?” With that Michelle turned to me, winked, and then walked away. Ned following, probably to argue with her or something. 

Peter walked up to you though. “Hey, (Y/N). Since when has partying ever been your thing?” He questioned. It took all you had not to squeal. Because one your crush was talking to you and two he observed your habit of not going to parties. “Michelle wanted to come but didn’t want to be stuck by herself with all of these strange people.” You lied. You were actually the one to drag Michelle here.

Peter chuckled. “Oh. Well-” 

“Hey. Parker!” Flash said into the microphone turning everybody’s attention onto Peter again. “Where’s Spiderman? Is he in Canada with your girlfriend?” Peter looked hurt and immediately exited the party.

Every muscle in your body ached for you to go after him but you knew it wasn’t your place. But you knew someone who could fix this. You looked around for Michelle and when your eyes locked with hers, she offered you a small smile fully aware of what your plan was.


You were all suited up and were about to go ahead into Liz’s party when you saw a certain web-slinger perched on a roof. You jumped up on it and joined him. Maybe he had come for Peter after all.

“Hey, Spidey! What you doing at a party like this?” You tried joking as you sat down next to him. The fellow hero seemed to be in a better mood now that you joined him. “Hey, beautiful. The question is what are you doing here,” He said. 

“First of all; how can you know I’m beautiful if you’ve never seen me underneath the mask.” “I don’t need to see your face to know you look like an angel.” “Two; I asked you first.” 

“Okay, my buddy Peter invited me. What’s your excuse?” “Thought I’d just swing by.” Spidey nodded as he looked down at the house. It was like he was looking for someone. Probably Peter. He doesn’t know that the boy stormed out of the party though. You then realized if Spidey knows Peter, maybe he could offer you some advice. 

“Hey, Spiderman can I get your advice on something?” You asked, starting to twiddle with your thumbs. Spidey nodded as he looked at you through his mask.  “Do you think it’s a good idea for superheroes to date civilians? Like I know Iron Man has Pepper Potts, but do you think it’s a good idea?” 

“Do you like a civilian?” You only nodded. Spidey let out a sigh. “If you would like to know I also like a civilian but I have no idea if it’s a good idea to date her. And if I did would it be a good idea if she knew about my whole Spiderman life.”  “That’s exactly my thoughts.”

“So who do you like?” The wall-crawler asked. “I’ll say his name if you tell me her’s.” “Deal.” And then we spoke of their names:

“Peter Parker”

“(Y/N) (L/N)”

Spiderman liked you. You had no idea how to feel or whether you should tell him that you were her. The spider had the same predicament. You let out a nervous laugh. 

“It’s probably a bad idea if we dated these people right. It’s against the code, right?” You questioned. Spidey nodded.

Seems to be a lot of hatred for “Rocknaldo” online immediately after its air date. Some people are just pissed that a CN promo made them think we’d be meeting a new Gem instead of watching Ronaldo choose a Gem nickname (I didn’t believe we’d be getting a new Gem for a second, given the style of the tease). But most of it’s just Ronaldo hate in general. Ronaldo’s a jerk, etc. Well yeah. He’s a jerk.

But here’s why I think this episode is important. Not Ronaldo’s redemption / apology / stating outright that he was wrong, though that’s good too. Not Steven giving chances to people for trying to understand, though again that’s good too. It’s important because in a simplified way, this brought to light how people who claim to want to understand us and help us can frequently engage in self-serving, counterproductive behavior.

I can’t even count the times in my life that someone “interested in” one of the several marginalized communities I’m part of has committed to a poorly organized, cursory study of my outsider group and then confronted me with claims that they understand what I should be doing better than I do. This is how I should handle my activism. This is the way I should prioritize my goals. This is a behavior or perspective of mine that’s alienating “normal” people like them. They accuse us of hypocrisy or misguidedness because they think it isn’t working if it’s not designed to serve and center them, and then they claim they have a better grasp of my mission than I do.

But this is my whole life. These are our whole lives.

Perspectives from outside are usually welcome, but not at the expense of ours. Not in place of and prioritized over lived experience. They should be learning from us, not striding in and telling us as an ally, they know better than we do what would forward our cause and what would bring us all together for good. Ronaldo in this episode is the worst kind of false ally. He came into Steven’s life with a so-called interest in what the Crystal Gems do, but applied his own ideas of what they’re like:

  • Expecting to be “issued” a Gem
  • Telling Steven he should be proud and show off his Gemstone even though he had misgivings about it
  • Focusing on how “cool” he sounded with his new label
  • Challenging more established members as to whether they really belonged there
  • Explicitly accusing established members of having false and invalid reasons for being included
  • Forcing himself to conform to imagined standards of the group even though they weren’t natural for him (not sleeping), then bragging about how Real Crystal Gem it made him
  • Responding to challenges by telling an established member that HE needed to go think about his validity to the group

These are all fake ally techniques most of us have seen with people who aren’t REALLY here about forwarding the cause. They give it a cursory study (if that), they slap a star on their shirt and use a new name, and they seek to climb the ranks of legitimacy by knocking down people “above” them who have done their time. Are you sure you really care about this mission? Don’t I seem to have a considered opinion because I’m being critical? Aren’t you really being the hypocrites by claiming you want to help and protect humanity but not accepting ME as I twist your mission statement to fit my agenda? The agenda, of course, just like with Ronaldo, is making THEM feel good. 

If they truly understood, they would apprentice themselves to those for whom THIS IS THEIR WHOLE LIFE, and they would listen FAR more than they would talk. This is not only a way to offer respect and deference to their expertise; it is EFFECTIVE. It is the best way to get an education about what actually helps in a cause. Your ideas may be valuable and your questions are worth asking, but as a person who is perhaps trying to enter a movement alongside those whose very lives are consumed by it, you must listen hard, and listen first. 

Ronaldo still doesn’t totally get it at the end. He thinks the real problem is he’s just too much of an outsider, even for outsiders. At least he’s closer to the truth now and isn’t actively spreading harmful lies, but well-meaning allies who don’t listen can still be more hurt than help. He seems happy emphasizing the imagined mystique that comes with being the “ultimate outsider,” but really, he’s a person who wants a cause more than he actually cares about any causes. 

The Ronaldos of this world want to have done but don’t want to do. They want to skip to the part where they’re the hero of the battle, but not have to be humbled by the long hours and days of injuries, practice, concentration, and dedication. They want glory, and they have the mainstream perspective that they must be aggressive, confident, and competitive against others on their same side before they’ll come out on top. If you are an outsider to a movement and you truly want to be an ally, you must know why. Ronaldo couldn’t have answered the first question about what the Crystal Gems fight for. He never demonstrated that he could be trusted with the answer, though Steven was tolerant enough to keep giving him the benefit of the doubt.

A good lesson I took from this episode is this: If a Ronaldo is trying to infiltrate your inner circle and he’s already billing himself as an expert above people with more life experience, keep in mind that he is there to make everything about your movement conform to an ideology that serves HIM, and if necessary he will warp it and turn it against the people who are living it. And even if you’re part of a movement but have some similarities to Ronaldo—like Steven sharing Ronaldo’s experience of having an organic body and not being trusted on missions at first—don’t let a superficial similarity be misinterpreted as a substitute for authentic lived experience on the axis you’re examining here. 

Invite new allies slowly, with caution, the way Steven and later the other Gems began to welcome Connie into the fold after she demonstrated solidarity, respect, and patience. If they show up on your doorstep with a suitcase and they’re asking why THEY don’t get your mother’s sword within a day, that is a red flag. They will divide and damage your core team in search of personal glory, and if you can’t get them to curb this behavior and sit down, you may have to turn them away for your own safety. Don’t let them take the glory from you, and if you do that, they will find a “better” cause that serves their REAL agenda soon enough.

12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.

PART 1 - ALL THE DESTIEL

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Harmonies

Pairing: Reader / Jimin ft. other members

Genre: soulmate! au; Fluff 

Length: 5.2k words

Warnings: mild language

Summary: You cannot hear music until you listen to your soulmate sing. Until then, you’re stuck in a world without the joy and art of the harmonies and rhythms, and can only stare in jealousy at the other couples singing with each other. That is until the fateful day when you find your soulmate comes, only to lose him seconds later, sending you on a mini adventure to find him––with the help from his friends, of course.

( not my gif )

You frowned in jealousy at the group of friends across the street laughing and singing along to the music playing from the boombox hanging on one of their backs. Music you couldn’t hear. 

Why couldn’t you hear it, you asked yourself. Why did you have to find your soulmate so much later than those across the street who didn’t look much older than sixteen?

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #24

A Car Started To Pass Me And Disappeared 

Today I had my pickup truck bed loaded to the breaking point with things to take to the landfill (clearing out a hoard)- broken, moldy furniture, broken garage door, and other bulky odd-sized stuff.

I’d packed it well and strapped it all in but I was worried that to the casual drivers around me it’d look unstable as hell. The road I took starts off as a long busy two-lane highway and there’s never a chance to pass anyone until the road becomes 4 lanes with a drivable middle lane that eventually becomes a turning lane as you approach businesses.

As luck would have it, I ended up with a douche-bag in a new BMW trapped behind me on the long stretch. I was doing just above the speed limit and he was up my butt, despite my having broken furniture dangling like two feet from his grille. I couldn’t wait until the road would widen and he’d surely zoom past me and scowl for ‘holding him up’.

Sure enough, we reached the spot where the road widened and I saw him jerk into the left lane as soon as I yielded to the right slow lane. He started to pass me, entered my blind spot and then… I didn’t see him. I thought he was overtaking me slowly so he could see what I was hauling, or I was preparing to be flipped off as well.

The thing is, there was no nowhere to turn left yet, no roads or business at that point- and I watched my side mirror- if he’d turned somewhere (again, nowhere to turn yet) slowed down or even gone into the developing turning strip down the middle, I’d have seen his car fall behind me.

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Remember Seeing A Movie Years Before It Was Released

Being born in the early nineties, I loved watching the ’Land Before Time’ movies. I remember being about 6 or 7, I was sick and in bed. My mom had a friend over and he brought me a movie to watch. It was a Land Before Time movie. So nothing weird about that. 

Well, fast forward about 4 years or so and I’m dropped off at the sitters and everyone is watching the new Land Before Time movie. Sweet! A new one, except this seems familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this before. I know I’ve seen this before. There are always parts of movies you remember very well and for me this was when the long-neck elders fight the two T-Rex. So that part arrives and I start telling everyone what’s going to happen. 

The sitter or her daughter that helped out asked if I’ve watched this already. I said, “yeah a long time ago”. I get told that’s not possible, it just came out the week before or whatever. Yet I specifically remember watching it years earlier. Every now and then I think back on this and it still perplexes me. Maybe my mom’s friend was a time traveler that had a love for kids movies. Maybe it was a glitch- who knows.

Credits to: Chestigo

Seeing Old People Young

For as long as I can remember, I will walk into stores, buildings, parks, fields, and if there is a person there 30 or older I always see them younger.

It usually happens for a few moments, like flashes of young and then I really stare at them and shocked to see wrinkles and liver spots. Like, I was totally checking out that grandma when she looked 20 something and now she’s 80.

Not sure if this is a glitch in the matrix, and before anyone says bad eye sight, I do wear contacts but my prescription is always up to date. And I am always within good seeing distance of the person.

Like, I’m not sure how to properly describe it. I see them exactly how they were when they were younger. Doesn’t happen every single day but it happens enough that I’m used to it. Sometimes I see young people as old but it’s very rare.

Credits to: SpookyB0T

Starting To Question Whether Life Is A Simulation Or Not

I was living in Florida for a while (back in 2014 and 2015) due to work. While I was there, I had been engaging in my own personal philosophical thought process about the nature of our reality. For a couple of days I really was wrapped around this question and it was sort of consuming my thoughts over those days, particularly whether we were living in a simulation or some type of video game. Well nothing new there, right? Scientists and philosphers have been throwing that idea around for a while. 

Well, two experiences occurred that made and make me questions my current reality as it stands and happened in similar time frames. Each seemingly innocent, but when put together seem to connect. All of these events occurred after I started thinking intensely about the possibility of reality being a simulation. 

First: I was working out with a trainer and a group of coworkers when we started doing squats. I started doing squats and the trainer stops and sort of laughs. Then he makes a joke about how I look like a Sims character. That’s innocent enough, right? I’ve seen the game and I got what he was referring to. I laughed. 

But then he says it one more time, but this time he says it in a serious tone “Did you hear that, Tim (which is my name)? I said you look like a Sims character.” The inflections in his voice was odd, it was more like he was hinting at something rather than making a joke and waiting for my reaction. Perhaps it was nothing but it was odd, but everybody else around me didn’t react or even laugh at the reference. It was strange.

Second: So, I enjoy creepypastas and I like listening to them. So, I started listening to this creepypasta and found it pretty good. Now the night before and that night, I had been thinking intensely about reality and all that.

Well, as I scrolled down the comment section I notice this guy’s comment (Pete Detrick) who says “Tim, you’re in a video game.” 

I’m blown away but I’m skeptical, thinking it’s just a coincidence and he was just replying to some other person’s comment. But as I’m scrolling up and down, I notice he isn’t replying to anyone on the comment section. His statement is just out of context and oddly out of nowhere. 

I could imagine the person was perhaps making a comment about the story itself but the main character in the story never mentions his name being Tim or even has a name. (Oddly enough the story is about a person who commits suicide and enters some alternate reality).

Credits to: FloatingTheVoid

No Luck Finding a Sugar Daddy? It’s Not You, It’s Your Profile

Success in the sugar world is hugely a numbers game: the more sugar daddies you are in contact with, the better your chances of landing yourself in an ideal sugar arrangement.

You want to put yourself out there as much as possible and this requires action – searching and reading profiles, crafting emails, engaging in banter – but there’s only so much action you can take. You have a life, right?

In order to succeed in finding a sugar daddy without spending all your time in front of a computer, you need to make the passive aspects of the sugar search work for you – this means making your profile the stickiest, most memorable profile a sugar daddy is going to view that day and hopefully, that week.

This is why I recommend springing for a paid membership on at least one of the best sugar daddy websites so you can “Feature” your profile and attract the most sugar daddy eyeballs to it as possible.  At the same time, there’s no point in paying to prominently feature your profile if the profile text reads like drying paint.

If you’re not having much success reeling in a sugar daddy, check your profile to see if you’re guilty of the profile mishaps listed below.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #1. “I like the finer things in life”

If I had a penny for every profile that says this…well, I wouldn’t need a sugar daddy. Not only is this description completely redundant (who, tell me, who doesn’t enjoy the finer things in life?), it’s akin to broadcasting how you are absolutely no different from every other bland sugar baby out there.

The average sugar daddy is successful and well-versed in the “finer things in life” – which means his taste in sugar babies is going to be above average. He’ll want the whole package – looks, wit, and personality. The worst sugar baby sin is to bore your sugar daddy.

Generic statements = unmemorable sugar baby.

Tip: Spend a minute thinking about what qualifies as the “finer things in life” to you. Describe the things you like, how you like to do it, where you like to go, what you like to eat. Present it in an interesting, engaging way. Tell a story.

Example: “Last night, I traveled to Tibet. A Buddhist monk I met there told me that every new person I meet is no stranger at all – every new meeting is a result of our souls having met 100 times before. And then I woke up. I don’t get to travel as much as I’d like, but I dabble in the art of pleasure-making wherever I am. I’m more inclined to the fun, the fabulous, the decadent – is there anything more sensuous than sipping champagne mid-day? Playing hooky to peruse the Surrealists at a local gallery? Bantering over a platter of fresh oysters at a restaurant by the seaside? I say not. If you agree, let me know and we’ll arrange our (one hundred and) first date.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #2. “I need some help”

Yes, that’s part of the reason you’re seeking a sugar daddy. Sugar daddies already know this. They want to help you, to spoil you. But you know what? The old adage – “The crying baby gets the milk” – is NOT true in the sugar world.

Many sugar babies fall into the trap of thinking that if they broadcast themselves as charity cases, sugar daddies will be more inclined to help them out financially. Instead, they come off looking desperate. No one likes desperation.

The most successful sugar babies don’t broadcast their need for financial handouts. They focus on where they want to go in their life – which sugar daddies are far more likely to want to help out with.

They also emphasize what they can do for their sugar daddies instead of what they themselves need. Remember, the sugar relationship is mutually beneficial. He already knows he’s going to help you financially, so now focus on what you’re going to offer him.

Sugar Baby Profile Mistake #3. “Looking to be spoiled”

Oh, darling, aren’t we all? We all want someone to cater to our every whim and fancy – and that includes sugar daddies too. A real sugar daddy will spoil you, whether you ask for it or not. But in order to hook such a man, you’re going to have to be more creative than “want to be spoiled.”

At best, this makes you look uncreative. At worst, you come off entitled, unrealistic, and selfish. A fake sugar daddy might find this funny enough to play with you for a bit, but the real sugar daddies will probably pass on you.

Remember – most sugar daddies became rich by making good business decisions – not by lavishing their money on investments that promise no returns.

Instead of asking to be spoiled, start with what he wants to know first: what do you have to offer him?

All The Time in The World - part two

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

Pairing: harry styles x reader

Warnings: I kinda forget but minor descriptions of a car accident and death

I think this will be the last part for this series but maybe if someone wanted a third part and something in particular they wanted for it I would probably write it. Feedback is much appreciated!

part one


It had been three hours since Harry had arrived at the hospital, and yet he still sat alone in the waiting room.

Harry had tried countless times to call your parents and his own, to no avail. Everyone was sleeping right through his calls. If he was being honest, he was glad no one had answered yet because he had no idea what he would say to them. Y/N’s only here because I drank too much and didn’t react fast enough. Because I thought it would be too much hassle to catch a cab.

The driver of the car they had collided with had died upon impact. Apparently, his airbags were faulty and he’d smashed his skull right into the steering wheel. Harry tried not to think that he deserved it, Harry didn’t like to judge people when he didn’t know the full story. Yes, the driver had been completely intoxicated, far more than Harry was. But he didn’t know anything about this guy, maybe something terrible had happened to him that caused him to get that drunk.

Despite his best efforts, in that moment, he thought about how much that driver deserved it. He couldn’t help it. He knew no one deserved to die. But while Harry didn’t know whether you were going to live or die, the love of his life, he couldn’t help but wish the worst on that man.

In the time he had been there, Harry had received treatment for his minor injuries. All he was left with was a mild concussion and some bruised ribs. “You were really lucky,” the nurse who treated him said.

“My fiancee could die today. I don’t feel too fucking lucky.”

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anonymous asked:

So I've noticed you love Hell Bent. I've been looking back at 12's era and rethinking about how I feel about Clara, but I still have a small hatred for Hell Bent. I'd love to understand why you care for it so much and if you could give me a new view on the episode that nearly made me want to give up on the show.

Well, it’s rather a lot.

The thing about Hell Bent, it’s telling a very specific story. Everything about it is built around it. It’s a character-based story about the Doctor and Clara, and the fallout their personality meshing creates. If you’re looking for something else, it’s gonna be a huge letdown. But from the pre-credits, it makes its mission statement clear. It’s a big, melodramatic, poetic song about the Doctor and Clara parting ways, using that lens to approach a massive spectrum of concerns in Doctor Who as a show, engaging with its mythology and privilege and more. And I love it for that.

Everything about it is built around that. Everything. The hybrid prophecy, for example, that the whole arc was built around teasing. “All Matrix prophecies concur that this creature will one day stand in the ruins of Gallifrey. It will unravel the Web of Time and destroy a billion billion hearts to heal its own.” That’s exactly what happens. The confrontation with Ashildr takes place in the ruins of the cloisters on Gallifrey. The Doctor destroyed a billion, billion of his own hearts in the confession dial. And the web of time is torn by Clara’s survival, the Doctor utilizing the extraction chamber. Rachel Talalay has even suggested a later minor detail of Clara’s chronolock tattoo being missing was deliberate, which suggests the web of time was, indeed, torn, with Clara’s fixed death being torn apart. It’s all handled with great subtlety, but on every level, the episode holds together.

And this ties into every big conflict in the episode. It’s a story about care driving people to darkness (following off on a previous finale about the same thing, with Dark Water showcasing why Missy chose Clara, as well). Rassilon, for example. The General reminds the Doctor that “He was a good man once,” but the pursuit of Time Lord survival at all costs pushed him to becoming a raving despot. Missy, too, fits this. She’s always seeking to bring out the worst in the Doctor in the hopes of restoring their relationship, with her even using Clara as a pawn to make that point, because Clara is so like the Doctor and their codependency is so prone to creating drastic consequences. And, of course, we get the Doctor at his darkest, taking down the High Council, in a truly awe-inspiring sequence. On every level, it’s a story about how clinging to something in the hopes of it surviving, even when the end has already come, is a fundamentally damaging thing. And so the Doctor, in the end, has to accept that he must part ways. On his own terms, but part all the same, because it’s time for an ending.

This all fits, what’s more, into a beautiful, feminist concluding statement. Clara was, of course, just like the Doctor. And it would be a cruel, cruel statement to make to fans that young girls shouldn’t aspire to be like the Doctor or they’ll end up dead in the street. Instead, she gets to assert her agency all the way, and as a result become a Doctor of her very own. Donna’s ending, most notably, gets totally subverted, with Clara demanding to be heard. And Clara flies off in the TARDIS as her own Doctor, while the Doctor himself can move on and heal and deal with the fact that an ending has come. You can’t really ignore the gendered implications of it, either. A woman as the Doctor was still a controversial thing that Moffat was paving the way for. Clara, for her part, was a massive piece of that. Hell Bent even cracks the “Clara Who” joke at long last. She’s an exploration of whether an ordinary girl can be every bit as wonderful and flawed as the Doctor (as introduced into the narrative by Missy, herself a huge piece of the puzzle in terms of making a woman Doctor possible), and in the end, we’re told, of course she can. It is, for my money, one of the most triumphant moments in the show, full of pure positive, aspirational joy of the sort that I love Doctor Who for.

And there’s sort of an interesting overlap between that and the Doctor’s angst as a commentary on dynamics of the privileged lead. Because it’s not just a corrupt and damaging thing, but also a fairly patriarchal construct to reject. Like, Me calls him out on thinking he knows best for her fate, for one thing. And we get the nice little moment with the General going from white man to black woman. But better yet is the cut line from Ohila, which explicitly links that thematic thread. As Steven Moffat said in Doctor Who magazine, “There’s a moment in Hell Bent I deeply regret cutting. The Doctor reveals that he’s reassigned the High Council to the sewers, and Ohila remarks that only an aristocrat regards honest work as punishment. That’s the Doctor all over: he knows that the aristocracy must be deposed, but even in bringing it about he reveals that he will always be one of them. If he’s any kind of role model, it’s because he tries to be good, not because he already is. You certainly don’t have to be a white male to play all that - though you can see why it’s a decent fit.” This episode is a big point on that. It’s pretty much saying, it’s time. It’s time for the Doctor to put aside this privilege. It’s time for the show to embrace that a woman can totally fly off in the TARDIS. Doctor Who has to accept endings sometimes, and look forward to a bright future.

For me, it is a script full of emotion and poetry and unambiguous positivity no matter how dark things get. And it’s such a great step toward the future. It was never a given that Chibnall’s era would feature Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor, but after Hell Bent, that beautiful, unambiguous statement about the future direction of Doctor Who, it’d look pretty damn awkward if he got another white man.

seasons-of-stories  asked:

How do Fi users get mistaken for Fe users and vice versa?

Several reasons:

  1. The typist does not understand the theory fully yet
  2. The subject’s motives or behaviors are unusual for their type
  3. The focus is on what they are doing rather than how they are doing it

Not all Fe’s will be “here, listen to my feelings about everything.”

Not all Fi’s will be “I never talk about my feelings.”

Not all Fe’s will give a damn what strangers think of them, or care whether their behavior, conversation, or topic is “socially appropriate for the setting” or not.

Not all Fi’s will not care what other people think of them, or fail to consider how others may react to their beliefs, worldview, statements, or interests.

You must look at motives and how they accomplish things.

Fe motive: this is for the common good.

Fi motive: this is what is right for me.

How do they engage with others?

Fe will try to bring a sense of unity or togetherness. We can do this. We know the truth. We have things in common. Together, we can do this.

Healthy Fe’s often focus more on what they have in common even with people they disagree with than their differences, because Fe believes to get things done, people need to get along. Motivate people in a group, and you can accomplish great things (together).

Fi will use their strong sense of right and wrong to inspire others, but feel uncomfortable with the “we” business; a Fi believes they are in this alone. If given charge over a group, instead of togetherness or motivating dialogue that focuses on the “we” aspect, you will see Te manifest in handing out jobs. It will be less about emotional dynamics and more about “You have this skill, you are in charge of this. I need someone to do that… how about you?”

Let’s use a life example.

A newspaper publishes something controversial that upsets a lot of its readers on the political spectrum. Immediate damage control is required. So the paper runs, in their next issue, a front page article about a local charity. Boom! Public opinion goes through the roof. People forget they were mad last week. The charity receives an outpouring of donations and support.

Now, did a Fi or a Fe do that?

Fe (and Ti) would say: since there is division about our image right now, we must remind the public that despite our political differences, we can unite under common humanitarian goals. This will reverse the negative publicity and help the charity, since it’s also the right thing to do.

Fi (and Te) would say: our bottom line depends on our advertisers and public liking us. This charity needs help and I believe it is a good cause. I can kill two birds with one stone – recreate our brand through a public outreach, and bring awareness to this important charity at the same time. Everyone wins.

The mistake would be in assuming humanitarian outreach, or that decision, was motivated by Fe (for the greater good of the community, and our reputation), when in reality it might be Te doing damage control (and aiding a cause Fi feels intensely about at the same time).

MOTIVES (thought process – is it Te or Fe based?) and HOW the person does what they choose to do… matters.

Behavior does not indicate type. Brain function indicates type.

- ENFP Mod

Unforgettable// Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

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Warning: Smut

Pushing past those doubles door of the school and hurrying to first period, I was incredibly late for school. Loudly open the door of the classroom and earning everyone’s attention as their heads snapped towards my direction.

“Ah Ms. Y/L/N so kind of you to join us” our educator pronounced at the head of the class and I took an empty seat next to the sweetest jock in school, Jeff Atkins.

I managed to pull out my notebook for some notes that I had missed within the previous hour.

“Need any help?” a whispered tone of voice came from beside as I smiled and nodded towards his gesture.

“Thank you” I accepted his notebook and summarized the information whilst catching up to the events of now.

After a few hours more the bell had gone indicating it was our free period, I sighed in relief and headed towards the exit of the class and making my way towards the cafeteria. Immediately I noticed two of my friends sitting and chatting up amongst themselves, I walked over and took a sit next to Clay and Hannah.

“What topic is on the agenda today?” I asked enthusiastically and in a mocking tone because they always had a topic to discuss based on life events or merely the coincidences that occur.

“We were actually discussing whether or not we are going to attend Jessica’s party tonight” Hannah spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m thinking about that as well and I think it should be fun. I’m not exactly the partying type but a fucking good time never hurt nobody” I stated and earned a surprised look from the both of them.

“Seems like a legit statement, so we’re in” they smiled as we went back to fixate upon other topics.


Last period went by so quickly, I was headed towards the same door as this morning but only this time exiting the building so I can head home. My house was not too far from school so I decided to walk whilst listening to some music. My heart rate was elevated as I kept walking, it had been 10 minutes and I’m 5 minutes away from my house, I couldn’t stop planning my outfit for tonight- various selections of clothing had had lapses in my mind; I finally gave into my thoughts as I reached my front door and twisting the knob, I instantly jogged up to my room and straight into my closet.

After what felt like a decade I made up my mind to wear a Deep V neck Lace- up body suit, sleevless, and tucking them inside my ripped jean shorts with a belt.

(left side one)

I was finally pleased with what I chose, it had already gotten late and I had to rush and get ready while I messaged Hannah to ask for her location because she was my ride to the party and luckily she was right around the block. I slipped my black Nike shoes on and grabbed my phone as I headed out the door and into the vehicle with my friend.

“Girl, you look hot!” she emphasized on ‘hot’

“Thanks” I smiled and buckled my seat belt as she sped off to the party.

Arriving shortly I saw the front yard were full of people as they engaged in conversations, we got out of the car and we weren’t even at inside the house yet and we could smell the alcohol and teen spirit out in the air.

“Hannah! Y/N!” Clay yelled over the loud music and we made our way to him as he awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room and most probably feeling like an outcast.

“Hey Clay, you clean up nice for a party” I said

“Thanks?” he seemed confused of whether I was making a joke or being serious

Hannah walked over to him “You’re too buttoned up” she stated as her hand grasped the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning the first set, I noticed how nervous he was as he had an anxious laugh. They were so cute and very obvious they had a spark between them.

“I’m going to get a drink and I will be right back” I motioned over to the kitchen table full of drinks, I don’t normally have any alcohol but I decided to drink a little bit of beer and only one should be okay for the entire night.

I took a sip of the beer in the red cup and watched as every drunk person in this room made bad choices tonight.

“Enjoying yourself?” the same voice from earlier spoke beside me once more.

“very much” I looked at Jeff who was sipping coca cola from his cup.

“Loosen up! head to the dance floor” he laughed, and I actually took his suggestion into consideration after all, it is a party and there is music blasting through the speakers; the beer had done its job as it coursed through my veins and allowed me to loosen myself up- not to be overly confident but I did know how to dance.

I walked over to the crowd of people dancing around with my cup still in hand, the music was just right as my hips moved along to the beat. One hand tangled up in my hair as I guided my hips, I dropped down to the floor and pushed my ass out into the air and slowly got back up and this time I felt a pair of hands grasp my hips and pulling me into them, I swung around and noticed it was Jeff and for the life of me I don’t understand why but I smashed my lips against his but he didn’t seem to mind as he deepened the kiss by his tongue grazing my bottom lip asking for entrance and I accepted, his tongue moved in sync with mine and then suddenly I became very aware of where we were and I pulled away.

“Can we head to my place?” he asked evening out his breathing.

“Yeah” I breathed out

As soon as the words left my lips he took me by the hand and guided me to his car, getting inside as he drove to his place. I messaged Hannah to let her know I had left in case she looked for me after going home.

Jeff’s hand laid on my thigh the entire ride and from time to time I felt him squeezing it and his jaw clenched.

We arrived at his place and his parents car didn’t seem to me in sight so I am guessing they are either out of town or out for the night but I didn’t care because what is about to happen is burned in my mind.

He searched for his house key in his pocket and shuffled it around as he slipped into keyhole and turning the knob as we went inside, I was pulled up the stairs and into his bedroom, I’m assuming.

“The way you moved your body had me feeling some type of way, I looked at you from across the room and I had to pick you, You are something special and I need to have you” he spoke up with pure lust in his eyes.

“W-What?” I asked in complete disbelief.

“Tonight I’m going to pleasure you.” he smirked as he pushed me down onto the bed and immediately he attacked my neck with wet kisses and bruises, I bit onto my lower lip to muffle the moans and explicit words from escaping my lips.

The straps were undone as he revealed my breasts as he hungrily attacked my nipples; he sucked and licked on them until they hardened at the feel of his tongue grazing upon them, he unbuckled my belt and undid the button of my shorts and he slid them down and ripped off my bodysuit and undergarment, pushing my legs up so they rest on his shoulders, a cold air was blown on my wet core just so he can tease me- I flinched at his action but loved the foreplay, he used his fingers to spread my lips as his tongue licked up my slit and sucked on my clit; making sure to tease my nub as he circled his tongue around it, this caused my arousal to deepen as I got wetter. I ached to feel his fingers inside me.

“Fingers, Please Jeff” I begged and whimpered

I could feel him smile against me as he pushed a finger inside me, it was only one and I could feel his thick finger stretched me out slightly as he moved it painfully slow and later adding another for full pleasure whilst his tongue still circled around my clit.

“Oh my god” I moaned, unable to contain the emotions I was harboring.

I was stripped from my pleasure as he pulled away and stood up from between my legs and my eyes flew open within seconds as I stared up at him, I was out of breath as my chest rose and fell- my heart rate blew out of proportion, I was extremely aroused and felt the need of wanting more. I noticed the prominent bulge in his jeans and I was curious to know what laid behind those pile of fabrics, I bit my lip as I slid off the bed and kissed his juice filled lips as I tasted myself off his tongue and smiled a devilish smile because I figured he would find it hot when I tasted myself- I removed his clothes and making sure to reveal his abs and biceps because besides his outstanding and sweet personality, his abs and biceps were an absolute turn on as well. I grabbed his length and pumped him a few times before I spat on his tip and watched as he paid attention of every little detail; I circled my tongue around his tip and felt him flinch as I slid his entire length into my mouth and his tip making contact with my throat, it was quite difficult to take him all in based on his size, he was well endowed. I built up his pleasure and took it from him, I pushed hi onto the bed and straddled his waist as I suck down on his length and felt his thickness stretch out the walls of my core and I moaned and groaned as the pleasure and pain built up within me, I rode him and had a view of watching his face; his eyes were shut, lips parted as the profanities escaped his mouth but he didn’t seem to like the idea of me being in charge and so I was flipped over and dragged to the foot of the bed and he had pulled only to slam inside me again and this time I cursed under my breath, his tip brushed against my G-Spot repeatedly as his pace became faster and movements because sloppier, I curled my toes as the knot in the pit of my stomach tightened and my G-spot tingled with the pleasure that shot throughout my body as my orgasm caused me to tremble underneath him.

“Fuck, I’m coming” I cursed even louder and I felt juices squirting out of me and I felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum” he shut his eyes and pulled out as he released his juices onto my stomach and pumped himself until he was done.

I laid there quietly as he went to get towels and he came back to notice the mess I made on the floor and his bed sheets.

“You’re a squiter?” he asked

“I’m sorry” I mumbled

“That’s hot” he smiled and picked me up so I could have a shower with him and I watched as he washed the alcohol and sex off my body and pecked a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Stay over?” he asked

“ I’d love to” I smiled as we got out and dried ourselves, I slept in nothing but his shirt and messaged my parents to say I was sleeping over at a friends place- we lied together on his bed with our fingers intertwined as we spoke about our dreams and passion.

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Here’s my baby Jumin in all his helping glory <3 I love this boy more than I can say <3No real mention of anything nsfw but there will most likely be a swear or two thrown around J

My sincerest apologies for the delay in posting this- I’m afraid with the holiday season work has me working a crazy number of shifts (in the next two weeks I’m working 12 days… so yeah… not much time to write) so my writing will slow down for the time being sorry :(

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AKA that SLAV FUCKS UP FIC WOOT WOOT

So this took me AGES (i took this prompt like a week ago oops) but I FINALLY DID IT!!!! I hope you like it. Contains a lot of team-as-family feels. Came out fluffier than intended, but I doubt anyone’ll complain ;)

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Let's talk about Anxiety as a character

As far as the sides go, Anxiety seems to be the most complex and well developed. Of course we see the other sides expressing character development, deep emotion, and complex thought, but Anxiety seems to be much more alive.

In videos like the most recent ss video and the originality video, Anxiety does things that don’t happen to the other sides:

A cutaway to Anxiety when he’s not otherwise engaged in the conversation, just to see him react emotionally. In the originality video, there were a couple jump cuts to him looking sad and out of place, before silently sinking out. And then in the growing up video, we have a clip of him looking very displeased at Logic’s and Prince’s treatment of Morality. None of the other three have had similar cutaways when they’re not engaged in the conversation.

We also get so many more personal statements from Anxiety, and not always intentionally. What really strikes a cord with me is when he says he isn’t always the bad guy, and when he has a short monologue about how he’s there despite the fact that none of them want him there.

Behind those phrases there’s a lot more depth and underlying emotion than we get to see from the other three. I get that he’s Anxiety, but there’s more real emotion behind his words.

When he doesn’t seem to have that is in situations where he’s put on the spot. Complimenting the others, expressing love, being directly askes questions make him flatten out. He turns back into this confident, sassy, humorous character. He stops displaying that depth that the others do, and whether it’s intentional or not, it’s really interesting. Why? Because Anxiety doesn’t want other people to know his true emotions. Sure, he does a lot to scare Thomas and such, but when in the spotlight, he tries to keep things more impersonal, and in character. Myspace, MCR, Emo- it’s a little like d*nisnotonfire v D*niel H*well. There’s who he projects himself to be, and who he really is.

I have no idea if this made any sense because I’m not proofreading it, but we really should talk about Anxiety as a character more.

genericlifeform  asked:

I'm fairly new to the Vikings (it all started with an icelandic geology obsession) and found a short but interesting article about runestones. Shortly after I tried to find out more about runestones placed in iceland and had to learn to my disappointment that there are none. Now to my question which is I guess easy to answer. Why is that, why has iceland not even one of those fascinating and beautiful artifacts?

Velkomin(n), vinur minn!
(Welcome, my friend!)

The answer may seem straightforward, but the question you ask is actually an important one to consider. Before I continue, though, I would like to invite @thorraborinn for the opportunity to have him chime in for us later. He is far more familiar with runes than I am, so I can assure you that he will have more insight to offer. I highly recommend going to him first in these matters, in the future.

The best way to understand runestones is not as a stable, consistent cultural element, but rather as a trend (or even technology) within a larger, greatly ambiguous culture. Think of it like this: runes are like the characters that make up the words that I have written (which you are now reading), but I have ‘written’ them digitally. Now, this example speaks more to technology, but even this can align with the element of choice in what medium I have selected for my writing. For example, I could have handwritten this response and scanned it into a digital image instead. Material choice for rune carving could be seen as having been quite similar, in that material was a part of a choice (and even innovation) that had to spread from a certain place before being widely used.

There are other factors as well, of course, such as availability of material and practicality, but I do not feel that those aspects justly answer this inquiry, at least not by themselves. Instead, I think the best way to illustrate the inconsistency of runestones is to consider where they are and when (roughly) they were erected. Such an approach illustrates that each region of Scandinavia experienced runestones at different rates and times. Rather than paraphrasing it myself, I will quote directly from Michael P. Barnes’ Runes: A Handbook, which is not for the specialist, but helpful enough for understanding general patterns and practices:

“Although typological classification of this kind cannot reveal the age of individual rune-stones, it can offer reasonable guidance to general trends and developments. … On the basis it has been concluded that relatively few were raised during the first 200 years or so of the Viking Age. After c. 900 the practice takes off in Jutland, and for the next 100–150 years commemorative stones are commissioned and produced at a steady rate in various parts of Denmark. The age of the rune-stone in Sweden is roughly the eleventh century, with large numbers emanating from some areas, fewer or virtually none (apparently) from others. Norway, which has the greatest concentration of pre-Viking Age rune-stones, can only muster a few from the Viking Age itself. It is difficult to say whether there was a continuous tradition of rune-stone raising in Norway, or whether the custom died out and was reintroduced, but either way the Norwegians seem never to have joined the scramble to erect runic monuments in which their Scandinavian neighbors were for a time involved.”(1)

It is that final point that I would like to discuss further. Based on these findings, the general region of Norway did not experience runestones to the same extent that the regions of Denmark and Sweden had during the Viking Age. We could spend some time asking ourselves why this was the case, but such a discussion would take us away from the main question that we seek to answer. To risk simplifying the situation into a concise statement or reason, Iceland does not have runestones because Norway never quite embraced the runestone ‘trend’ like their neighbors had. This is largely a result of the understanding that the majority of Icelandic settlement came from Norway, which resulted in the general importation of ‘Norwegian’ practices (and non-practices) to the island. Since Norway was not so actively engaged in the art of runestones during the Viking Age, when Iceland was being settled (c. 870-930), the practice does not seem to have crossed over. Had Iceland been settled from another region in Scandinavia, we would have seen a fairly different Iceland.

So, generally speaking, the reason for Iceland not having runestones is largely due to the fact that Norse culture was not centralized, unified, or absolute, and that the runestone itself was only a single ‘movement’ within a larger, ambiguous, and constantly changing culture. Denmark dove into the trend during the Viking Age, but Norway had much less interest in them by then. Time and place, then, are key factors to keep in mind. My reasoning for answering this question with such detail (and perhaps over-complication) is to illustrate a larger lesson that not only pertains to runestones, but to culture in general, which I hope I have done.

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. I am happy to clarify or even ramble about other related things. Also, do make sure to stay on the lookout for Thorraborinn’s contribution. I am sure that he will have more to contribute! In the meantime, I hope that I have done the subject reasonable justice (as a non-specialist in runes).

Friður sé með yður.
(Peace be with you.)
— Fjorn

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ENDNOTES:
1.  Michael P. Barnes, Runes: A Handbook (Suffolk, UK: Boydell Press, 2012), 67.

Gay former Ontario Hockey League player disappointed in Ryan Getzlaf

Brock McGillis couldn’t hide his disappointment when he heard Ryan Getzlaf’s statement after the Anaheim Ducks captain was punished for apparently using a homophobic slur during an NHL playoff game.

Getzlaf was fined US$10,000 by the NHL a few hours before the Nashville Predators beat Anaheim 3-1 on Saturday night in Game 5 of the Western Conference final. Getzlaf appeared to shout the inappropriate remark in frustration with an official after returning to Anaheim’s bench in Thursday’s Game 4. Officials appeared to be too far away to hear Getzlaf, but television cameras were trained directly on him.

“There was obviously some words said, not necessarily directed at anyone in particular,” said Getzlaf late Saturday night. "It was just kind of a comment. I’ve got to be a little bit more responsible for the words I choose. It’s tough to see someone refer to it as (homophobic). I didn’t mean it in that manner in any way.

“I understand that it’s my responsibility to not use vulgar language, period, whether it’s a swear word or whatever it is. We’ve got to be a little bit more respectful of the game, and that’s up to me.”

McGillis, who played in the Ontario Hockey League and semi-professionally, became an advocate for LGBTQ rights, addressing schools throughout Ontario, after he came out in November. He had hoped Getzlaf would take the opportunity to educate other players about how homophobia has no place in hockey.

“I don’t care how you mean it, when you say the word, it’s a homophobic slur,” said McGillis in a phone interview with The Canadian Press. “He doesn’t sound, in my opinion, very apologetic. He’s comparing what he said to a curse word and he didn’t apologize to the LGBTQ community or take ownership of his actions. That’s quite disappointing.”

Getzlaf’s fine is the maximum allowable under the league’s collective bargaining agreement with the NHLPA, but McGillis says he does not think it was severe enough.

He notes that as the Ducks forward has made millions of dollars over the course of his 12 year career, the $10,000 dollar fine isn’t especially punitive. Instead, he hopes that the NHL, its players, and other sports leagues try to engage and educate adolescent players before homophobic, racist or sexist language is ingrained in their pscyhes.

“(Getzlaf) is a social influencer, he is a superstar hockey player and he has an opportunity to do some good things,” said McGillis. "I think that if these athletes continue to just donate money they’re missing the boat because that’s not going to shift the culture and that’s going to lead to more and more incidents like this.“

You Can Play Project, an advocacy group dedicated to eliminating homophobia in sports, also criticized Getzlaf before Saturday’s game.

"Words matter and Ryan Getzlaf’s words are offensive. No language considered homophobic belongs in sports. It’s not the language of role models. This is yet another opportunity to educate athletes, teams and fans,” tweeted the organization that was founded by Philadelphia Flyers scout Patrick Burke and his father, Calgary Flames president Brian Burke.

Getzlaf’s punishment was particularly disappointing to McGillis because last season Chicago Blackhawks forward Andrew Shaw was suspended a game and fined $5,000 for using a homophobic slur and making obscene gestures toward officials in the first round of the playoffs.

“It seems like it’s almost backwards,” said McGillis. "We took a step back for equality and for hockey to be a safe space for everybody.“

Earlier this week, the Toronto Blue Jays suspended centre-fielder Kevin Pillar for two games for directing a homophobic slur toward Atlanta Braves pitcher Jason Motte.

"If anyone in a regular field of work were to use that type of language they would lose their job,” said McGillis. "I’m not saying either of the players should lose their jobs, because it’s a mistake and it happens. However, I don’t think the penalty is harsh enough.“

McGillis said he had "incredible” support from the hockey community when he came out. He advises any young person struggling with their sexual orientation to find peace within themselves so that homophobic language doesn’t cut as deep.

“You have to learn to accept and love yourself because when you learn to love yourself these words won’t have as much power over you. The thoughts and the opinions of other people won’t affect you the same way they currently do,” said McGillis. “I’m so desensitized to those words they don’t have the affect. When I hear a professional athlete say them I say ‘good, this is an opportunity’ whereas before I would have hid and thought I was horrible.”

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With files from The Associated Press

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John Chidley-Hill, The Canadian Press

Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1936 (Epilogue)

A/N: The epilogue to a Soulmate AU mini-series. I live and breathe for fluffy happy endings.

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Happily, the universe and Dean Winchester are as fond of second chances as they are of a long-suffering blue-eyed seraph.

Catch up if you missed a chapter: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Sam blinked strained eyes over the screen of his laptop to fire a consternate gaze at his brother seated opposite. Dean wasn’t doing anything annoying per say. In the past hour, he’d uttered no weird observations, embarked on no pointless tirades, lobbed no undeserved fraternal insults, and engaged in no repetitive irritating clicking, tapping, or drumming noises. He hadn’t even mentioned being hungry, and Sam was fairly certain he heard the distinct rumble of an empty stomach once or twice in the eerie silence. This unusual well-mannered behavior on Dean’s part, was, in and of itself, exquisitely maddening and Sam had reached the breaking point of brotherly tolerance. “Stop it!” he breathily commanded.

“What?” Dean abruptly ceased his pursuit of doing nothing at all to respond, startled, to Sam’s unprovoked demand.

“That!” Sam answered. “Thinking. Stop it.”

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