this looks like most white boy

autistic self diagnosis is valid
  • a person: i'm autistic. i don't have a professional diagnosis.
  • a neurotypical: you can't! self diagnose! autism!!! onLy a dOctor can do that!!!
  • most doctors: don't know what autism looks like in people other than nonverbal white cis boys
  • most doctors: recommend abusive therapies for autistic kids and teens
  • most doctors who specialize in diagnosing autism: refuse to evaluate adults
  • an autism evaluation for a minor teen who wants one: requires having supportive parents who understand that autism is not a tragedy and looks different for every autistic person, and that many autistic people can talk, have friends, do okay in school, and otherwise fake looking neurotypical
  • an autism evaluation for an adult: very expensive and often not covered by insurance in the U.S., also extremely difficult to get in France
  • an on-record autism diagnosis: can be used to deny you custody of children, to have your kids taken away, to forcibly institutionalize you
  • autism advocacy orgs that actually help autistic ppl like ASAN, AWN, AANE: Here are some resources for figuring out if you could be autistic. Professional diagnosis is a very personal decision and is not required for knowing that you're one of us. We support you as an autistic person even if you don't have a paper diagnosis.
  • a sincere autism self diagnosis: harms no one even if it's incorrect, enables the person to feel part of a community of people with similar issues and learn more about autism, a gateway to learning about autism acceptance movements, often the first step toward self acceptance and self esteem
Why the Disney guys are great

ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.

PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.

NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.

HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.

FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.

ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.

MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.

FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.

ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.

LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.

CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.

FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”

(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.


I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

Cool reminders about early UK punk

- No Mohawks! Absolutely no Mohawks in punk before the 80s, because no working class kid could afford that much hairspray, and DEFINITELY no leather jackets (…with the exception of Sid, of course.) The leather jacket/Mohawk/political patches formula didn’t get big until the middle class kids got into it (and no safety pin facial piercings, either).

- In the early shows, there were usually under a dozen kids who looked anything like “punk-” and when they did, it was a lot of bright colors, BDSM gear, smudged make up, and glitter. But most just wore jeans and tees.

- Most punks were really small, being British and in the 15-20 age range. Basically a bunch of baby beanpoles.

- Punks weren’t cool until ‘79 or ‘80; up til that point, they were basically targets for Teddy Boy (50s rockabilly fans) aggression. The beanpoles took a lot of beatings.

- Punk wasn’t some huge movement. Like I said before, there were only a handful of kids at every show who dressed up. They never looked alike. They never traveled in big packs, with the exception of the Bromley Contingent. They were just teenagers who loved the music and got creative with their looks.

- Most punks were white, since it was Britain and black kids had their own scenes with reggae and dub (though there was still a lot of overlap there), but most, not all- if you whitewash punk, Poly Styrene’ll kick your ass, and Don Letts will film it.

- UK punk started in gay and drag bars (one of which, The Ranch, in Manchester, is still open!), and there were tons of female punks. Poly, The Slits, Souxie and the Banshees, Soo Catwoman, Debbie Juvenile, and beyond- there was no room for homophobia or hypermasculinity.

- Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m tired of seeing UK punk represented as a bunch of big white men in Mohawks and leather jackets throwing punches at each other. Punk belonged to the poor kids who spent their whole lives being told they were nothing but factory fodder, and punk made them realize that if they were trash, then being trash was awesome. It was about equality and empowerment, about realizing that they deserved more than society threw at them. Don’t take that away from them.

(Sources include both of Johnny Rotten’s autobiographies, The Filth and the Fury, Passion is a Fashion/a biography on the Clash, Bernard Sumner’s autobiography, an article on Manchester punk by a journalist who came of age there, and several other photos and articles I’ve stumbled across.)

what she says: im fine
what she means: it’s so wonderful that phil lester dyes his hair black because he wants it to stand out, just like his personality. it’s truly beautiful that dan howell encourages this and loves phil the way he is despite his quirks. phil lester is the most unique human being on earth. he just shines so brightly in the middle of a bland world, everything about him being so distinct. his blue eyes and pale skin and black hair and red lips make him look like snow white, and just like said comparison, he is kind to everyone, as well as attracting animals and uncommon people left and right. phil lester is a genuinely creative, lovely, and so, so unique person. and i would die for him without a second thought.

Crutchie and the Top Bunk

I keep seeing posts with people saying stuff like “If Crutchie couldn’t even come to the window, how was he on the top bunk Jack??????”

I dunno about you guys, but I imagine the reason might have something to do with the fact that Snyder is an abusive asshole who enjoys treating kids like crap.

I mean, think about it. Crutchie is practically dragged to the Refuge by his bad leg, where he gets roughed around some more by Snyder who keeps asking for information on the strike. Crutchie, of course, says nothing until Snyder decides to give his interrogation a rest for now. Crutchie is then stripped of any personal belongings and is told that he’ll be escorted to his bunk. He’s practically carried there by Snyder and another boy, he can hardly move after all. They get to the room, and looking around, there aren’t a lot of bunks open. There’s already at least three boys piled into each bed, and most of them don’t look eager to add another into their already crowded sleeping arrangements.

So Snyder decides to be a bit more horrible to the already suffering boy in hopes of making him give up the newsies plans and tells him he’ll be sleeping on one of the top bunks, to keep him “away from the vermin”.

And Crutchie’s face just goes really white as he realizes what’s actually happening, that he’s being punished further, but he doesn’t say anything because god knows Snyder doesn’t like “back talk”. So without a word, he limps over to the bunk and braces himself. Another boy, a bit taller than him, comes by to help. He doesn’t say a word, but he looks at Crutchie like he wishes he could do something. But instead, the boy boosts him up as quickly as he can so as to get it over with.

Crutchie nearly blacks out after he’s hoisted onto the top. His ribs and leg are screaming, his vision is blurry, and he wants to cry because Jack promised he’d never end up in a place as terrible as this and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to last. He hears Snyder over the ringing in his ears sneer something about being back to question him later, and how if anyone decides to take pity on the crippled boy and switch bunks with him they’ll find themselves sleeping in the cellar for a few weeks.

Crutchie sleeps fitfully after that, quick bouts of rest interrupted every time he shifts the wrong way and feels like he’s about to pass out from the pain. A day goes by, and the next evening he finds himself writing to Jack, though he has no idea how he’d even manage to deliver a letter from inside the Refuge. When he finishes, it’s back to trying his best to ignore the emptiness of his stomach and the aches from his wounds.

He cries out when somebody shakes his shoulder a few hours later, but stops when he’s told there’s a Jack Kelly at the window for him. In his excitement, Crutchie makes to climb down off the bunk and immediately regrets it when he suddenly can’t breathe. His vision tunnels, but amidst the pain he does catch a glimpse of a familiar face staring at him, horrified, through the metal bars of the window.

When he can manage to catch his breath and the intense throbbing in his leg dulls to an ache, Crutchie shakily retrieves his letter from the folds of his shirt, handing it off to the boy who’d helped him up during his first night. He watches Jack’s face as he’s told why Crutchie can’t come to the window, and feels a weight lift from his shoulders when the letter is pressed into Jack’s shaking hands. There’s a brief moment where Crutchie thinks Jack is going to read the letter right then and there, but thankfully he doesn’t, tucking it instead into his shirt pocket with care.

They make eye contact from across the room, both wishing they could be just a bit closer to the other. But in the end, there’s nothing either of them can do. Jack mouths “I’ll be back for ya’”, the tear tracks on his face glinting silver in the moonlight, and Crutchie smiles back as convincingly as he can and pretends just for a second that Jack really will be able to rescue him.

Then Jack drops out of sight from the window, and Crutchie breaks.

i hate villain discourse thats basically like “liking villains was okay when they were queer coded but now theres no excuse because theyre all representative of white boys with little self control and anger issues and violent impulses and and and” mental illness. that is the term you’re looking for here. villains are coded as mentally ill. mentally ill people are oppressed. 

like i don’t think fictional characters need to represent a sufficiently marginalized real life group in order for people to be ““allowed”” to like them but even if you’re working within that paradigm, most villains-and in particular the villains whose fans take the most shit-are coded as mentally ill. and a lot of those fans specifically identify with those villains because they themselves are mentally ill. 

So I’m hanging out in my apartment, I’ve got some candles lit, I’m feeling good, I’ve had eight glasses of wine.


And down in the street I hear these two beautiful boys playing. They’re skateboarding, they’re doing flips or something. And one of them looks up at me and has the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Asian.


And you know how I like a little Asian. Remember my date with Len?

Very well.

The point is I say “woohoo boys,” and they sort of look. The one who isn’t Asian is black.

T-th y- you don’t have t- this could be a color-blind story.

I wanna fill it with color.

Yeah but I’m just saying, there’s like a race problem in Hollywood.

And in America. A race-ISM problem.

I agree.

Well this story isn’t racist. It’s diverse. If everyone in it was white, -then- it would be racist, Caleb Gallo.

Y'know what? You’re right. Go ahead.

So the boys come up to my apartment and I’m wearing a robe. I’m -only- wearing a robe. And I say “why don’t you come in my boudoir and watch me do a monologue” and they say “where’s the bed?” and I say “this is the bed right here” and they say “can we sit on the bed” and I say “sure but these are expensive Japanese linen” and they say “but they’re not even soft” … and I say… “Sometimes… things that are expensive… are worse.”

Extraordinary (Part Two) Young!Michael LangdonXFem!Reader

Here it is, the anticipated second part of Extraordinary. The smut where Michael becomes the Daddy we all know and love. Seriously. This is def less ‘sweet’ Michael, but g o d d a m n 

I hope you all enjoy this. I took a while to write it because I wanted to try and get the transition Michael has from softboy to the dad we know and love. 

(I stared at this gif for like 15 minutes while I was writing this, honestly, I’m fucking gone. the way he looks down oh my)  (gif cred to owner

Warnings- SMUT. SMUT. INTENSE SMUT. Fluff too, Dominate Michael is born. 

Word count- 3,000+

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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“


Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

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eomma-jpeg  asked:

Hi mom, today is my 18th birthday, and i was wondering if you would write literally ANY fantasy based au for Mingyu?? I know how much you like to write them and i get sad that no one asks for them... So here i am !!! Love u

ahhh happy birthday!!!! i can’t believe my first thought with mingyu was to write a lost wolfboy au,,,,,,,it’s p playful so i hope u like it!!!

  • you first start noticing the vegetables in your garden go missing when you go out to check on your cabbages and all of them have bite marks in them,,,,,,
  • half the carrots have been uprooted from the ground, and your poor pumpkin patch is a mess
  • nothing hurts a young farmer more than knowing there’s a night thief up to work in their town so instead of sitting around in the dirt pouting, you hatch a plan for a stake-out
  • and tbh,,,,you thought it would be easier
  • sitting on your porch overlooking your garden, a good book at your side as well as a pair of old binoculars you found rummaging through your attic
  • whatever neighborhood troublemaker thought they would get away with trespassing one more time wasn’t going to have it coming - even though you weren’t so sure what you would do if you actually caught them
  • but the thought was pushed out of your mind, you just wanted to know who was doing this!
  • at half past 2 am, with the crescent moon sparkling in the sky and your eyes threatening to give up on you - you hear a nose that spooked you from your sleep
  • quickly, you groped around for the binoculars and once you had them you looked toward the side of your garden where the urgent rustling was coming from
  • there he was - a body hunched over your patch of cabbages
  • for a moment you thought there was something else with them,,,some kind of animal??? it kept swishing back and forth,,,,,a dogs tail???
  • either way, you crept around the side of the patch until jumping up from your position with a “THIEF!” loudly echoing through the night 
  • the person stopped digging, looking up at you with widened eyes and you almost choked on your surprise,,,,,
  • gazing curiously back at you was most definitely a boy,,,,,,a human boy
  • with a human face, hands, and bare chest,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yet two dog like ears were high at alert in his mess of hair
  • and that swishing wasn’t a small animal,,,,it was this boys,,,,tail?!?!?!?!
  • you dropped the binoculars you were holding and his eyes darted from them back up to you
  • even in the dark, you could see his mouth was open, hairy hands clamped tight around a cabbage head
  • his teeth were glittering white with two sharp fangs, longer than the rest of his teeth, shone 
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,woof?”
  • he gave a shrug of his shoulder in an attempt to copy the noise of a household dog
  • but you just stared at him because,,,, woof??????? woof wasn’t going to cut it no no not when whatever he was,,,,,,,,,,had just been caught red handed with YOUR food
  • “w,,,why are you st-stealing my vegetables?!??!?”
  • you finally managed to push out, even though the real question you wanted to ask was “are you,,,,half dog? wolf? what are you?”
  • the boy’s nose twitched
  • “because yours are the best ones?”
  • wincing, the boy dropped the cabbage in his hand and stood
  • while he was crouched down you couldn’t tell, but at his full stance he was now much taller ,,,,,,,,,,, and much scarier than before
  • his bare chest was tan and toned, arms muscular and intimidating. his eyes briefly flashed yellow within the turns of brown and you could see the long nails of his fingers
  • “im hungry, the forest is far.”
  • his voice is flat, but you can see that there is a stress on ‘forest’,,,,,,,,,,that’s where he must be from
  • but then again,,,,,what was he - wasn’t the forest full of actual wolves not,,,,half-wolf people,,,,,
  • you didn’t dare question it, rather just furrow your eyebrows and realize one) you should have thought this through two) let’s not get mauled by those nails three) he’s got a cute face for a vegetable-robber-wolf-boy ,,,,,,,,,,,,wait what
  • instead you chose to strike up peace, “i can give you some food from inside, you know, instead of you pulling up my half-ripe cabbages.”
  • his ears perked up immediately, a smile forming on his face that further more showed off his impressive fangs
  • “food?!”
  • he took a step forward and leaned his head down, pressing it to yours
  • in fear - you jumped back and a look of confusion coated his momentarily happy expression
  • “im,,, not the food,,,” you said in a shaky voice and his expression turned back into laughter
  • “i know!! i don’t eat humans. i like vegetables and ,,,, chicken?”
  • he smiled again and this time that thought about him being cute drifted back into your head
  • “ok, i have both of that c–c–come inside,,,”
  • happily trailing behind you like a wanderlust puppy, the boy came into your home and immediately dropped back to all fours
  • it startled you but he just looked eagerly around
  • “do i have to catch the chicken?” he pondered, on high alert for any animals inside your kitchen
  • “n-no, i have some already just ,,, just stay there.”
  • quickly, you made a mess of a plate of left over chicken legs and tossed salad you had from your dinner
  • you set it onto a plate, but realized that might not be the viable option
  • so without further ado you threw it all together into a cooking pot and carefully, oh so carefully, set it in front of the boy
  • in your life, you had never ever seen someone eat so fast
  • it was actually rather impressive to watch, and when he was done he licked at his face with his tongue, much in the way dogs do
  • you stiffed a giggle and reached for a napkin from the table
  • “here” you put it out and curiously, he sniffed it
  • “i can’t eat that.” he stated and you rolled your eyes at yourself,,,,,,,,werewolves don’t know what napkins are
  • “you use it to clean see?” you rubbed the napkin against your cheek but the boy only tilted his head, ears flopping a bit to the side
  • “ok ok come here”
  • you were only half surprised when the command worked and he made his way over, gently you rubbed at the spot beside his lip till the reminisce of chicken was gone
  • “all full?”
  • you asked and he nodded
  • “listen, ill leave some food out for you at night from now on. please stop uprooting my hard-work ok?”
  • you asked,,,,seeing the slightly dejected look overcome the boy but then he perked up once again
  • “im mingyu, who are you?”
  • you were surprised to hear his name, but told him your own
  • repeating it aloud, mingyu looked into your eyes - the yellow swimming through his iris
  • “you’re,,,, a good human”
  • “i am?” you asked almost dryly, but mingyu’s vigorous nod made you smile too
  • “ok, this good human needs to sleep now - so go back to,,,,,,the forest? and if you want some food feel free to knock on the back porch door”
  • you pointed to it and mingyu turned to look over his shoulder before looking at you and , more slowly this time, pushing his head to yours
  • this time you didn’t jerk back,,,perhaps this was a wolf boys way of saying thanks?
  • you stayed like that for a minute or so, your cheeks getting hot under the intense gaze
  • till mingyu pulled back, getting up off your floor and heading to the door
  • you were about to indulge in the image of your rugged, wolf boy leaving you for the forest when you realized he couldn’t get the back door open
  • with a laugh, you got up and helped him and before running off into the night mingyu leaned in again
  • and this time gave what you assumed was a small lick to the side of your lips
  • he said your name and then ran off, at some point you thought his entire body had shifted into that of a wolves, but you touched the wet spot on your cheek and gave out a sigh
  • a lick on the cheek was definitely grosser than a kiss, but who could blame a poor garden-robbing-cute-wolfboy for not knowing the difference LOL 
concept i am currently thinking about:

“i’m sorry, stan.” his mother told him. “i can’t do this anymore.” 

stan uris is fourteen when he accidentally drops his mother’s wedding ring down the sink. 

he screamed at her earlier that night, because she cooked food while wearing it. he screamed at her until she took it off, and showed him how recently it had been cleaned. it was far from clean. it had small specks of grime in the cracks between the stones, and the band was smudged for long wear. it was disgusting, and now the germs in it were in his food and all over the entire goddamned kitchen and on his clothes and probably already in his mouth. he sneaks into her room in the middle of the night and slips it off her finger again and when he tries to scrub it off with a toothbrush it slips and then it’s down the sink and she’s crying but all he can think about is washing his hands. 

stan uris takes steps carefully, so his feet fall evenly between the tiles as he’s paraded down sterile white halls until they come to a desk. 

“hi,” his mother says, “he’s here for group therapy.” 

the woman behind the desk tries to shake his hand.

he stares at her. 

he’s told as he walks down the hall how good this will be for him, to have children his own age to relate to. the doors swing open on the most motley looking crew he had literally ever seen. the girl with short, scruffy red hair and scabs on her chin, and the boy who looks like he could snap in two at any given moment and the only one he recognizes is the one he barely knew in middle school but his brother disappeared and his stutter got so bad no one could fucking understand him and they shipped him off to some boarding school for it. 

“all of these children have ocd?” his mother asks tentatively

“oh, no,” the nurse explains, “derry is a small town. this is a collective group of children that need solace, for various reasons.”

stan won’t sit down until they let him wipe down the seat with wet wipes. 

they sit in silence and wait because the last of them is late. a boy with enormous glasses and clear authority issues is all but shoved in exactly seven minutes and thirty six seconds after when they should have started and the first thing the boy says is “what time is this over?”

and then, sitting there in their circle of seven, he listens to each of their names, ben bev bill mike richie eddie, and he can only think of one thing on a continuous loop

this will never work. 

(a/n this is a brain child of mine if u have thoughts on this pls send them myway i will love u forever)

The Whitewashing of Damian Wayne

So I’m pretty sure I should start boycotting DC or something.

I just saw the art and description for ‘Super Sons: The Polarshield Project’ and…What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do. To. Damian. Wayne.

Damian Wayne is of Arabic and Chinese descent.

He has black hair, an olive skinned complexion, and Damian is a traditional Arabic name.

In fact, there was a recent storyline where he was fighting to save a Lebanese restaurant from closing down because it reminded him of his home.

And in the upcoming series, they’ve released a picture of him and some information:

They’ve given him brown hair, super pale skin, and he’s going by 'Ian’ which is an extremely American-UK name and the Scottish equivalent of John (which is especially weird because Damian hates nicknames).

Keep in mind that Damian is a fan favorite, and one of DC’s most prominent non-white characters. He speaks Arabic, and it probably is his native language.

And they’re freaking whitewashing him. NOT ONLY are they changing his appearance to make him look like a white boy, but they’re also changing his name to one of Western origin and essentially stripping him of his cultural identity and I just…

I can’t stand this.

I won’t stand for this.

I absolutely cannot condone one of, if not the, most blatant, egregious form of whitewashing I’ve seen in comics-or at least pertaining to Damian Wayne.

(And I really could care less about all those racist 'fans’ who claim that Damian is as white as his father-he is a person of color. Get over yourselves.)

THIS is Damian Wayne:


I let a ton of terrible things DC did to characters fly,

But THIS?!?!?

I draw the line at whitewashing a prominent person of color and erasing his cultural identity.

(And further-PLEASE stop fancasting him as white. It’s just horrible. I’m going to even take this a step further-don’t fancast Dick Grayson as completely white-he’s Romani. Get it right. No one fancasts Cassandra Cain as white, so don’t do it to them.)

I hope that if enough people take notice of this, DC will do something about it.

Because you know what?

Apparently to some people, it’s totally wrong if the lead actress of 'Ghost in the Shell’ is a white woman playing an Asian character-

But a comic inaccurately portraying Damian Wayne-who is Arab and Chinese, and has a canon olive skin tone-as a white boy, has the right idea?


I honestly don’t know if spreading the word will do anything. Does DC even listen to us anymore? But…I just had to rant about this because-to me, at least- this is not okay on so many levels, and it is certainly not something we should let slide.

Sting (Kihyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol

Originally posted by shooomabrown

It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.

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anonymous asked:

can i request a bad boy jungkook scenario? like they’re in college but everyone knows him as some bad boy idk how to request this fjdjchd

i love bad boy’s, it’s actually so heartbreaking. so expect maybe a series or a little pt.2, idk. i hope you like this. xxx

pt.2 here >

in which he’s trouble…

He’s here again— Jeon Jungkook himself. The malignant callous delinquent that everyone knows to avoid. 

The rules are simple with him and everyone knows them, don’t dare approach him or talk to him, unless he does so first. And most importantly do not piss him off, getting on his wrong side is never a thing you want to do. It’s the way it’s always been.

And despite the fact he ditches his lessons more often than most, he’s here at the car park today. There’s a cigarette locked between his crimson lips, the sooty wispy smoke dancing around his athletic figure as he leans up against his motorbike, scrutinising everyone with a guarded glare.

He’s dressed in his legendary attire of black ripped jeans, white tee and a leather jacket. His friends around him are talking and laughing about things but his expression is completely stoic and unmoving. He looks like sin— beautiful, dangerous sin.

And Y/N knows he’s trouble, she knows the bad boy act isn’t at all a facade. He’s done things. He’s even told her that he’s done a lot of wicked things that would normally make people run in fear. But she’s not because she believes that he won’t do anything to her.

“Y/N, you know he’s going to break your heart right?” Lindsey says, looking at Y/N like she can’t begin to fathom how she could fall in love with someone like that. “Boys like him aren’t looking for serious things, you’re just a fling to him and when he’s done he’ll chuck you away like the rest of the girls.”

Y/N shrugs shoving her books into her bag. She’s so far gone with him that she wouldn’t even mind if he did that to her, she loves him that much, that she’ll probably spend her time hoping he’ll come back to her. And when she’s with him, she never thinks about the future, she can’t afford to. Jungkook’s that here and now type of person. He does things at the moment then thinks about it later.

“Come on Linds look at him, how can I say no to do that?”

“It’s simple, you open your mouth,” Lindsey says slackening her jaw in a demonstration. “And say no.”

Y/N gives her a flat look. They both know that Jungkook’s that type of good-looking you can’t call anything less than beautiful.

“Okay, Fine. But—” Lindsey places a sympathetic hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Seeing you like this is upsetting honestly.”

“He’s nice to me—” Y/N argues, shifting her weight between her feet. “—and he’s not all that bad when you get to know him.”

It’s a weak argument, Y/N knows it. But no one ever understands anyway. Lindsey scoffs.

“Y/N, don’t be fucking stupid. I hear the way he talks to you sometimes.” There’s a worried sigh in her voice like she knows Y/N won’t listen to a word she says, but she’s going to say it anyway. “People don’t get to know him for reasons. One being… he’s a complete jerk and complete casanova. Second being, he’s not just not safe and because of that you aren’t either.”

Y/N glances to her feet. She hates when people talk about Jungkook like that and she hates it, even more, when they tell her she’s wasting her time. They don’t know him, they don’t know him like she does and they never will. So they have no right and that extends to her best friend.

“Look—” Y/N can feel Jungkook’s hard gaze on her now and she knows that’s her signal. She smiles brightly at Lindsey besides what she really wants to say. “I gotta go so… bye Linds.”

Yeah— yeah bye, hopefully, I’ll see you at Jacob’s party on Saturday—” She signals over to Jungkook. “—that’s if he decides not to be a possessive jerk.”

Y/N laughs. But she won’t ever admit to Lindsey that she likes it when he gets like that. Y/N knows Jungkook’s never been an emotive person. In fact most of the time, she’s not even sure if he actually likes her by how apathetic and sarcastic he is to her. And he’ll never please her with words that she wants to hear like ‘You mean a lot to me’ or even ‘I love you’. So it’s the little things— like him telling her she’s his and only his— that counts.

Jungkook watches as Y/N saunters over to him, she’s wearing the denim dress he’d bought for her. And she looks so pure and innocent in it, just like he hoped she would. Small tight straps hold it together and bring out the velvety skin of her collarbones, a russet belt cinching it nicely at her waist and stopping just before her mid-thighs. She looks every bit angelic and every bit his.

He doesn’t deserve her in the slightest, he knows that. Everything about her is good, the way she talks, the way she walks, the way she dresses, everything about her is prim and proper— expect from him.

“Hey, Kookie,” Y/N greets, a coy smile on her face as she looks up at him through fluttering lashes.

He grunts, flicking his chin up and twirling his fingers in the air. “Turn around.”


Jungkook cocks a brow up, capturing her small hand in his and twirling her around. He’s scrutinising the marks he’s left on her body, the magenta bruises littering the surface of her neck and thighs. And she’s not hiding them, he’d made sure she kept them in plain sight for everyone to see.

“You look real pretty sweetheart.”

Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear, a blush heating her cheeks. “Thanks. I wore it for you.”

He smirks sitting back on his bike, beckoning her over to stand between his thighs and she doesn’t hesitate. His large hands splayed at her small waist tugging her closer and now they’re level height, face to face. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m alright—” She answers. “—a little sore… but alright.”

He hums lips brushing over her neck. “Fucked you well last night, didn’t I? Made you come five times.”

She nods, teeth biting at her lip. “That’s one more time than last time.”

“Think you can do six?”

She shakes her head. Y/N knows she probably can’t do six. The five he forced out of her yesterday had drained her physically and mentally. She’d been sobbing and trembling underneath him the whole time but Jungkook’s mad for it. She’s so naturally submissive, wanting to please his every sadistic desire. And he loves ruining her, tearing down her every virtue so no-one else can have her.

He tuts, hands running down her sides. “I think you can.”

She grins at him, finger clasped between her teeth. “Well, if you want we can test it today.”

“Fuck sweetheart, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” She leans closer to him lips ghosting his ears. “And, I’m not wearing anything under this,” She whispers, pulling back to watch his face. And his reaction is everything she’d hoped for. Jaw clenching and eyes dark with hunger.

God. It’s time’s like this when Jungkook’s sure under all that good that surrounds her there’s a little vixen waiting to play and only he has the pleasure to see it.

“Fuck—” His fingers hook around the metal ring zip at the top of her dress. “—so if I just—”

Uh huh.

“Christ,” He cups her cheek roughly in his hands, jerking her face towards his. He pauses when their lips are just barely touching and they’re breathing in each other’s air.

Y/N loves kissing Jungkook. His kisses are always bruising, soft lips making her run dizzy with desire. And he fucks her with his tongue, constantly showing the dominance he has over her. She loves it though, kissing him feels so right and she never wants to stop. Jungkook bites at her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he smiles.

“Fuck baby, how d'you make me feel like this?” He rests his forehead against hers, panting deeply, kissing her always makes him feel breathless. “What was your friend talking about?”

She frowns. “Lindsey?

“D'you have any other friends I don’t know about?”

She shakes her head, arms wrapping around his neck. “No…we were— we were just talking about Jacobs party on Saturday.”

Jungkook knows exactly how Jacobs parties go, he’s been to too many to count. And he knows for sure he doesn’t want Y/N there.

“You wanna go?” He asks, studying her calmly. She’s avoiding eye contact as she speaks, flitting her eyes everywhere but at him.

“Of course not.”

He’s holding her waist with a vice grip, directly above where he’d been tightly clutching her when he’d fucked her last night and she winces at the steady burn. “Sweetheart if you want to go, you can tell me.”

He’s testing her. Y/N knows for sure he’s testing her and even with however long she plays his calculated games. She’s still never sure if she’s going to say the answer he wants to hear.

“I just thought that—” She rolls her lips together as her fingers brush over his nape. “I thought that it’d be nice you know… to go together.”



“And what would we do? Dance? Drink?” Jungkook’s mocking her now, his voice is low and taunting as he speaks. “Smoke a joint?”

Y/N sighs raking her nails through his hair. “No it was— it was a stupid idea. We can do something else instead.”

“How ‘bout you stay over this weekend, and I’ll treat you,” He murmurs, biting his teeth into her collarbone. “I’ll make you forget all about the party.”

She giggles. She’ll always say yes to Jungkook, as long as she gets to be around him she’s fine.

“Alright then.”

A Hell of a Night

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2745

Author’s Note: Heyo! In honors of New Years and with @lovefilledtragedy‘s help I have created this cute ass fic… literally. My heart swooned while writing it, so I hope you guys end up enjoying it!!

Originally posted by dacre-montgomery

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Being Tom Holland’s Stylist

A/N: Hi everyone! So I know Tom is kinda close to his in real life stylist & thought it would be super cool & cute to conjure up a head canon on being his stylist. I love makeup/fashion soooo that would be a dream come true for me lol it’s a bit short so I will probably add more later on. let me know what you think!!

Originally posted by mszendaya

  • the first day you met tom as his stylist, he was SO shy & nervous around you
  • cause you are gorgeous as hell
  • but over time you & tom became so incredibly close 
  • & often times people (who didn’t know who he was) would literally say things like “you two make such a beautiful couple”
  • & paparazzi thought you were his new gf at first
  • which tom liked the sound of but would OBV never tell YOU that
  • because you’re his stylist & he didn’t want things to be awkward
  • or unprofessional
  • even though the boy is constantly blowing up your phone
  • & looking for random reasons to do so
  • like “what shoes should i wear with this?” *sends pic of outfit*
  • “does this jacket go with this shirt?”
  • traveling all over the world together so that you can help him get ready
  • “here we have BAFTA winner, Tom Holland wearing the most in style white t-shirt and matching headphones, looking like a SNACK…” 
  • he smiles *see above gif* “shut up, y/n.”
  • he loves award shows/premieres mostly because he knows you’ll be around to fix him up beforehand
  • & he ALWAYS mentions how amazing you are at what you do
  • you texting tom after seeing paparazzi pictures & NOT liking the outfit he chose to wear
  • “TOM! those shoes are hideous, what were you thinking???”
  • “babe, you know i’m clueless. Maybe you should just dress me everyday.”
  • doing toms makeup & the boy will not keep still at first
  • he just loves to joke around with you
  • & streams it to instagram 
  • tom getting hella petty over the fact that you sometimes style other celebrity guys but he never says anything about it
  • always asking if you have a boyfriend confidently but on the inside he’s panicking & hoping you’ll say no
  • going shopping together just for fun
  • tom always lets you practice new makeup on him
  • cause he just loves making you happy
  • no matter how incredibly ridiculous he may look with a full on glamour smokey eye
baseball pants;

member- taekook x you

genre- enough fluff to fill a baseball stadium

words- 1,218

summary- you and tae are the embarrassing type and jungkook looks really good in baseball pants. polyamorous!au + sports!jungkook

a/n- sooo this was so cute to write, i hope you guys like it! especially you, baseball pants anon! 

Originally posted by himchansthighs

Out on the horizon, the sun was just beginning set, showcasing a beautiful work of art with wisps of orange and red and pink and purple painted across the previously light blue sky. The current sunset made it worth the lingering heat from the previously sweltering evening hours. Well, the sunset and Jungkook. 

“I got us some Cracker Jacks!” Taehyung says excitedly as he plops down on the metal bleachers beside you. You give him a grin and take one of the bags from him with glee.

“Thanks babe!” you reply while giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You rip it open hurriedly, the sweet smell of caramel popcorn immediately filling your nostrils. You practically drool. 

“It hasn’t started yet, right?” he asks as he situates himself on the hard bench. You shake your head. 

“Nope, you’re just in time!” You momentarily sit down your precious snack and reach behind you. “He’s so going to kill us,” you predict with a giggle as you pull out the signs. Earlier today when Jungkook had left to go meet with his team, you and Taehyung got to work. Together you made two signs, both obnoxious in terms of loud colors and big letters. They were decorated wih cheesy cheers that you two had found online and kiddie drawings of baseballs and stick men. The touch of glitter was what made you two decide that they were just embarrassing enough to fit your needs. 

“His face will turn so red that it’ll match their uniforms,” Taehyung adds and you both crack up into loud laughter, causing Jungkook to turn your way from his place in the dugout. You two only give him an enthusiastic thumbs up, which he narrows his eyes at. 

A few minutes later, it’s time for the game to start. Since Jungkook’s team is playing at home, they have to be out on the field for the start of the inning. You watch carefully as he jogs out to his position- which is shortstop- and take a moment to relish his handsomeness today. Most of the time, Jungkook would be wearing at least one article of black clothing. It’s his favorite color to wear. But when it came to playing baseball, he actually looked like a boy next door. Every game, he’s clad in an adorable red baseball jersey with his teams name emblazoned on the front, matching white pants and red socks with a stripe of eye black beneath each eye. His hair is always messily tucked under his red cap, curly pieces sticking out from the nape of his neck ,and he never fails to be chewing his favorite bubblegum, making huge bubbles inbetween batters. It was simply the greatest thing in the world. 

“Yeah, go Kookie!” you cheer loudly. Taehyung sighs from beside you. You turn to look at him with a small frown. “What’s wrong?" 

He whines and drops his head onto your shoulder and nustles it around playfully, like a puppy. "Jungkook just looks so nice out there. I just wanna grab him and kiss his beautiful face,” he mumbles and you laugh, but nod.  

“I can relate.” You lock eyes with Taehyung and both of you bust out into laughter again. If Jungkook saw you that time, you were sure he’d think you were up to something. 

When you two manage to finally quiet down, you begin to watch the game. The first batter is up, and it only take him two pitches to make contact. The ball zooms straight out, and you watch with glee as it lands right into the glove of Jungkook. He doesn’t hesitate to throw the ball to first base, successfully aiding in the first out of the ball game. And of course, this doesn’t go unnoticed to anyone. 

“Whoo, way to go Kookie!” you scream in glee as you clap you hands together. Taehyung eagerly holds his sign up high and waves it from side to side. Out on the field, Jungkook catches a glimpse of you two acting like complete goofballs and you swear that, even from your place in the bleachers, you can see his cheeks flare up bright red. 

“We’re totally embarrassing him” Taehyung comments as he notices the behavior of the younger boy. You nod. 

“Oh definitely. But you know he loves it. I mean, if it was so bad, he would stop telling us what time and where these games were,” you say with a smirk. You were right; if Jungkook really didn’t like you two coming out and making him all flustered, he would stop inviting you. 

The game continued on, and to your disappointment, it was a fairly uneventful game. Jungkook’s team is really talented, so they easily took a lead on their opponents. Of course, every single time Jungkook made a good catch or hit the ball, you and Taehyung went wild with your signs and cheers. Other people watching the game were most likely growing very irritated with the way both of you were acting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. At the end of the day, it was all for fun. 

It’s over before you know it and Jungkook’s team prevails, as always. Once he says goodbye to his teammates, he makes his way towards your and Taehyung’s position by the car. His baseball bag is slung over his shoulder and a big smile found it’s place onto his face as soon as he sees you two. You impatiently begin to run towards him at full speed, barely giving him time to react before you spring up into his grasp. 

He latches his hands around your lower back as you wrap your legs around his waist. You give him a sloppy, big, wet kiss on the cheek. “You played great, Kook!” you exclaim. He groans in disgust but gives you one back anyway. 

“Thanks baby. I try.” He gives you a cocky smile and you slap his shoulder. “Ow! You can’t treat winners that way!” he protests but you just shrug. 

“Watch me!” you fire back and smack his shoulder again. You bicker playfully for a moment until you approach Taehyung, who flicks you both on the head. 

“You two are making me seem like the most mature one,” he scoffs, but grins. He leans over and gives Jungkook a short, sweet kiss. “And that terrifies me." 

"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” you and Taehyung chant as Jungkook holds up his eighth piece of pizza. Since he won, Taehyung insisted he had to eat a whole pizza by himself. He had almost gotten the whole thing down, until it came to halfway through the eighth piece. 

He shoves the rest of the pizza in, chews, and swallows. “Done!” he exclaims, but groans right after. “I’m so full, you assholes." 

Laughter ensues right after his jab at you two. "You l-o-v-e us,” you insist and throw your arm around Taehyung, who nods along with you. Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling big enough to make them crinkle up into his head. 

He sighs. “Even though you embarrass the hell out of me, I do love you nerds.”

Taehyung smirks and gestures with his hand the shape of a ‘c’. “Well you know what I love? Your butt in baseball pants." 

rose coloured boy

Originally posted by glitchyoongi

➾ jungkook x reader, seeking a friend for the end of the world au

➾ 2.8k, zombie apocalypse, horror

➾ summary: when news of the end of the world broke out, you didn’t believe it. instead you continued wasting the last precious few weeks slogging your guts out at work. but there comes a time where you can’t ignore it anymore, and you find yourself alone in a car with a handsome stranger… that’s when you realise that you just might be the last two people alive on Earth.

happy spooktober!!!

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Sir Robert Bryson Hall II, better known as Logic, grew up in poverty in suburban Maryland. His dad was addicted to drugs, and his mother flung racial slurs at her biracial kids. But that tough upbringing seems a world away now. Today Logic, 27, lives in a sprawling home outside Los Angeles, complete with a basement studio. The rapper’s star has been rising rapidly in the hip-hop world; his new album, Everybody, debuted atop the Billboard 200.

With songs like “AfricAryaN” and the title track, Everybody confronts the challenges with identity that Logic experienced growing up. His mother is white and his father black — and among his seven biracial siblings, Logic looked the most white.

“It wasn’t until I went on into the world [that] people would be like ‘Oh, you cracker, you white boy, you this, you that,’ and I didn’t understand,” he tells NPR’s David Greene.

Logic Is Ready To Tell The World Who He Is

Photo: Ryan Jay/Courtesy of the artist