this is old and disgusting

Calling gay sex sinful is literally conservative rhetoric so @ straight girls despite your shipping if you call ur gay couple smut fanfic a “sin” and talk about needing jesus im gonna need you to shut the fuck up because at this point ur no better than some old white conservative shouting that gay people are disgusting and dirty and sinful

sorry straight girls you dont get a pass on homophobia because u might think ur shipping is activism or you just love the gays but dont support lesbians or think about the other members of the lgbt community. @ straight girls perhaps instead of pretending like ur not homophobic just try and not spread homophobic rhetoric and actually call out homophobia in the fandoms ur in cause im real sick and tired of ppl calling gay couples and gay sex “sinful”

Yo real talk here:

Bpd is so fucking stigmatized and it’s disgusting. When I told my old therapist I thought I had it (before I was diagnosed with it from my psychiatrist) she said “you can’t possibly have it, you’re too pleasant to be around” as if we’re all fucking vile monsters? Fuck ableist therapists that plague the world. So I guess because I come in here and smile and act friendly I can’t have a disorder that ruins my life? Oh shit my bad…

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“One of the most interesting conversations Chris [Hemsworth] and I kept having was, ‘What does Loki want in the end?’ What does he want? I was unable to come up with a definitive answer. Perhaps because I don’t think Loki even knows. He’s become so accustomed to occupying opposition. Whatever the status quo is, he’s opposed to it. That’s why he’s a trickster, a shapeshifter, a deceiver, a strategist, a manipulator.” (Hiddleston)

1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Prompt Challenge

This is a prompt challenge @suddenclarityharry had the inspiration for after reading some of the feelings described in the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names.  Participants pick a random number between 1 and 1000 and have to use the feeling described to write a short fic in a week’s time!  We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoyed writing them.

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OKAY DAMN I HEARD IT’S MITCH’S BIRTHDAY??

if I’m wrong just … yes :) ignore it lmao


I recently found @smokeplanet ‘s webcomic (holy shit) and I adore everything.

The story, the characters, the ART and the artist themself I CAN’T THEY ARE SO FUNNY AND LOVEABLE please look at their work, they are my no. 1 inspiration now I can’t discribe how happy their art makes me.

Enough of this sweet-talk /// I hope you like this trashy fanart, Mitch sure is fun to draw but also hard as hell I hope it kinda looks like him? aah

  • Dot: Valentine is such a cunt man. Like major asshole, total dickhead, complete disgusting old man.
  • Magnus!Valentine: *mumbles* should've killed you.
  • Dot: What was that?
  • Magnus!Valentine: I said he's worse than the dirt on my shoes :)
Family [Jason Todd x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Hey there love be, could you do one for rather a fluff one shot for Jason or Dick where it’s after their s/o had their baby and its basically what their life is like at home with a adorable, yet noisy newborn, Thanks 🙏 if you can do this

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1173

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The cry of a baby sounded through the spacious apartment you called home, erupting a tired moan of protest from your throat before you could filter it. You shifted under the warm covers of your bed, dreading that walk down the hall to the room where your child slept.

“It’s okay baby, I got this.” your husband groaned, propping himself up. “Get some rest.”

“Mm… you sure?” you yawned, already fighting your drowsiness. In the darkness, you saw movement and assumed he was nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” he stated, “go back to sleep.”

“M’kay Jason…” you murmured, laying your head down and closing your eyes once more before sleep swept you away.

As you were falling back into slumber, Jason sneaked down the hall and slipping into the baby room, where your little girl laid wailing. He sighed and picked her up gently, cradling her in his arms. He began to rock her in a soothing manner, trying to get her to fall back asleep.

“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured, “don’t make this harder for mommy and daddy, okay?” His lovely daughter quieted down slightly, but her lips were still wobbling and her eyes were still teary. The sight broke Jason’s heart.

“What’s wrong?” he asked the baby. She sniffled and whined, moving in his arms as if trying to tell him something. He stared at her in confusion, that was, until he noticed it.

“Ah shi…” he glanced at his daughter, “… shoot.” He maneuvered his way around the room and placed his little girl on a flat surface before going to grab some baby wipes, a clean diaper and a hand sanitizer.

“Why at night? Of all the times, why?” he muttered to himself as he began to take her onesie off. He cleaned his hands using the hand sanitizer and began to carefully changed his daughter’s diaper into a new one, his face scrunching up in disgust as he carefully disposed of the old one. After she was all changed, he cleaned his hands again and put her back into the crib.

By now, she had stopped crying and was staring up at her father’s face with large, round eyes. She gave him a toothless smile that simply melted his heart. He returned that smile and reached down but before he could do anything she captured his large finger with her tiny hand and began to giggle.

Jason’s heart swelled in love and pride. He stared at her adoringly before whispering, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He touched her cheek lightly. “I promise.”

Once his daughter had calmed down completely and fell asleep, Jason went back to bed, his arms instantly going around you when he hit the mattress. He turned to his side and laid there for a few minutes, simply looking at his beautiful wife beside him and wondering what he did to deserve you and a family.

Whenever he brought it up though, you always silenced him by saying that the world owed him for killing him, so this was it’s way to repay him back. When you put it like that, he couldn’t argue but he always had this constant fear that something terrible was going to happen that would screw things up.

However, months after you gave birth and it still hadn’t happened, making Jason wonder if perhaps this was the world’s way of repaying him after all. With that thought in mind, he fell sound asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, your side of the bed was empty but he wasn’t surprised. Since you had to go to work–unlike him–you were always rising early in order to get ready. That was why he always took care of the night duties.

He yawned and stretched before climbing off the bed and going through his morning routine quickly. After washing up, he hurried downstairs where you were in the middle of feeding the child you two had.

“Okay Jason, diaper is changed and feeding is in progress.” you informed, slipping into your jacket. “I really have to go or I’ll be late!” you exclaimed, rushing to grab the car keys from the table. “Do not call me, call Alfred if you need anything. Lord knows he is anyone’s first choice when it comes to child care advice.”

Jason chuckled and said, “will do.”

You grinned, admiring the sight of him with your daughter before rushing towards the door. But before you could go, a voice stopped you.

“[F/N], wait!”

“Wha–”

You spun around and was met with your husband’s lips on yours. “Almost forgot my kiss.” He winked, making you roll your eyes.

“And here I was thinking it was something urgent.”

After you shut the door, Jason continued your task of feeding the baby that was making a huge mess of things on the kitchen table. Since you worked a day job, you and Jason decided that he would be the one taking care of your daughter while you earned money for the family. You could always ask for financial help from Bruce but both of you preferred not to. You had a high-earning job after all, you didn’t need any help, even when Jason had temporarily stopped his patrols and missions.

Not like Jason minded staying at home anyway. It meant he had even more time to spend with his precious little girl.

“Okay sweetie, it’s just you and me… again.” he spoke in a lighthearted voice, “now… what to do today?”


When you came home, you were absolutely drained. The only thing that kept you going and working so hard was the thought of coming home to your family and spending time with them. But when you entered the apartment and heard nothing but silence, you grew worried.

Closing the door quietly behind you, you scanned the place but found no signs of your husband or baby. Alarm bells rang in your head and you headed inside with caution. You noticed flickering lights coming from the living room and went to investigate, only to find that Cinderella was on the screen on mute. With raised brows, you walked around the couch and took the remote control to turn off the TV. 

You caught sight of your husband and daughter once you turned around and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face. The both of them were on the couch, Jason lying on it with your daughter comfortably on his chest. The both of them were sleeping.

You quietly crossed the room and grabbed the camera from the shelf. You then focused the lens on Jason and the beautiful child you two made and took a picture to add to the growing collection of photos you two already had.

“Mn… [F/N]?” your sleepy husband mumbled. You put the camera down and leaned in to kiss him softly.

“Hey Jaybird, I’m home.” you said quietly, careful not to wake the baby on him up. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Welcome home.”

warm up doodle on shitty paper 

  • Sirius: Am I in heaven? Did my innocent sweetheart just slap my arse in public?
  • Remus: I saw your mum across the street.
  • Sirius: WHAT! C’mon - c’mon - she can’t have gone far, we still have time to snog in front of her!! Shame on you for keeping the disgusted look on that old bat’s face to yourself - honestly, where are your priorities?

@columboring

You know what, I’m guessing you expected me to scream and kick and argue with you but you’re wrong. I agree with you on most levels.

Birds don’t belong in captivity. Especially macaws, cockatoos, amazons, African greys, and other highly social birds that we, as humans, have decided to keep as single birds for generations. These birds deserve to live free and happy lives, away from humans and in their natural environment.

You’re absolutely right about a lot of things. Most birds are neurotic messes in captivity because they don’t belong here. The larger parrots are only a few generations removed from their wild counterparts, they’re not even close to domesticated. They’re simply in the process of domestication which, in my opinion, is an incredibly horrible idea. This isn’t going to stop anyone from obtaining them as pets, and there are going to be rescues who have to deal with the fallout of those who fall out of love with their parrot.

Birds such as finches, budgies, cockatiels and pigeons, however, are domesticated species. The birds in my care are many, many, many generations removed from their wild counterparts. They are also all rescues, which I’m guessing you didn’t bother to find out. I didn’t buy my birds from a breeder, they came from owners who no longer wanted them. As such, I’ve done my utmost to care for them in every aspect of their lives.

Two of my birds lived in a vet clinic for 17 years. It was absolutely abhorent. At first when I was told about them, I only intended to look at them and help find them a new home. When I saw what nasty conditions they were in AT A VETERINARY CLINIC I took them in that week.

All of my birds are given fresh foods, vitamins, fresh water, treats, and a varied diet of many different brands of high-end food.

All of my birds are free to leave their cages from the point they wake up to the point they go to bed. They willingly go from cage to cage, and are allowed to do as many avian things as possible at every moment in the day.

All of my birds are flighted, with the exception of the Old Men (who were pinioned which is an absolutely disgusting thing to do to birds). They fly wherever they want to.

You likely didn’t expect a reply like this. But you are right, many birds don’t belong in captivity. It’s why we have a crisis of birds in sanctuaries. More educating needs to be done and more people need to adopt, not shop. Even more need to realize that keeping birds will never be for them.

I’m sorry that my birds upset you to the point that you felt the need to write this message. I want you to know they are happy, healthy, and cared for better than I care for myself. Their welfare is far above my own and I regularly spend half my months pay on their needs. That being said, releasing any of these birds into the wild like it seems you are implying would be an immediate death sentence.

I care for them far too much to do that.