this man is too awesome for words

she was a queen
with neither crown nor kingdom,
the most powerful piece on the board
with no moves left to make,
so she overturned the table.
—  l.s.CHRYSALIS © 2016
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I think you’re putting me on a pedestal, and putting yourself way too down– That’s why you’d call me the sun. But I know you, dude. I know you’re actually awesomely talented. And I know that you’re actually a super fun, super sunny kid!

So, to put it using your words you’re even more amazing than any sun. The sun’d get outshone by you, man!! Guess what I’m trying to say is… Just be confident, Tamaki!!

Your name is… Suneater.

anonymous asked:

I haven't been on Tumblr for a while,and when i finally wanted to come back,it was your comic that made me excited.While i read through all the stuff i missed i got a case of the feels in some parts,other parts made me sit at the end of my seat!The part that really got me was when Sans turned into Chara! You've improved so much and i just want to say how proud i am to be part of this fanbase!Also when you need to take a break, DONT BE SORRY!You've worked really hard you earned it! Love ya! ^///^

Oh man thank you so much!! ;///; I’m so happy you enjoy reading my comic and liked that part so much ;; thank you for your kind words! I’m very happy to be in the fandom too since there are so many awesome and kind people like you ;; I’m having so much fun being here thank you

Why Spideypool NEEDS to be Canon

Okay, I’m just going on a rant here, but this is something I feel needs to be said. Deadpool is easily the most well-known super-hero to be included as part of the LGBT+ community. For those who don’t know, he is pansexual. I too am pansexual, and to have a hero as awesome and crazy as Deadpool out there spreading awareness of what is one of the least known and acknowledged sexualities out there is really important to me. I’m proud of my sexuality, and quite frankly, I don’t care whether you think Deadpool is a morally sound character or not (he isn’t), because he has now surpassed Spider-man as the most popular Marvel character. (Sorry Petey.) Deadpool could raise awareness of a group of people who are grossly underrepresented in media, so, in a few words, I am done with this “no homo” bullshit that the comics are putting out. Honestly, thank Chuck for Ryan Reynolds, who actually gives a shiznip about portraying the character honestly. (A little peeved that they didn’t include the boxes, speaking as a diagnosed schizoaffective, but whatevs.) The point is, Deadpool IS pansexual. The writers can’t take that back. It’s out there in all its full-frontal-nudity canonical glory. 

Now, Marvel Comics started a Spider-man/Deadpool comic series, that is ongoing, not because they thought, oh, this would probably sell, or hey, these two have had some pretty cool team-ups in the past, but because the SHIPPERS campaigned for it. Yeah, you heard me right. This comic series was started because the fans asked for it, and then an email was given out so fans could let the writers know that they would buy a comic about Spider-man and Deadpool in a relationship. And, in case there was any confusion, the relationship the shippers want is not platonic. We’re talking gay-ass face fucking while totally naked in San Francisco kind of homosexuality.

Now, Deadpool has a crush on Spider-man. Also a canonical fact. I can’t exactly blame him; that costume is tight in ALL the right places. So, all we need is to get Spidey on board. Let’s take a look at the arguments, shall we?

“But Peter’s too young!”

Okay, Deadpool did fall in love with a teenager once. Wow, Marvel Comics. Your past canon is really fucking you up the ass without lube right now, huh? Granted, he left her because he didn’t want to ruin her life, but I think it’s fair to say Deadpool doesn’t really care about the age of his lovers, as opposed to the mental maturity (or immaturity, as the case may be). I think he really needs someone to click with, and yeah, Deadpool would never, EVER get it on with a minor, but Peter has been portrayed at any number of ages, from high school into college. The minute Petey-pie turns 18, he’s fair game as far as Deadpool is concerned.

“But Peter’s straight!”

Wow, imaginary person in my head that I’m using exclusively to make my argument stronger, have you forgotten what you just said? Peter IS YOUNG. I had some difficulty figuring out my sexuality. I thought I was gay, then I thought I was bi, and then I thought I was gay again (turns out I just really enjoy taking it up the ass) so it’s not like Peter’s sexuality is set in stone.

Now, if Peter was a real person, I would never say that he had to be gay for social justice reasons. You can’t force a real person to change their sexuality just because it might help your cause. However, Peter Parker is a fictional character who still has every potential in the canonical universe the comics have set up to come out as bi, or whatever.

So, there you go, make it canon, Ryan Reynolds is awesome, go Canada, Spideypool for the win!

BYE

What's your WORST experience as a Sugar Baby?

Let’s all share our worst experience ever since we entered the bowl. Why? Because people need to be aware that sugaring is NOT glamorous. It’s not what the photos and media depicts it as. It’s difficult, it’s draining, and perhaps even more challenging than a conventional 9-5 job.

I’ll start… I met this man off SA (March 2015), and I just turned 20 not too long ago. In other words, young and naive. He’s still on SA (I believe he’s 64/65 now, and resides in Guelph). He offered me $3000 to meet twice a month, I thought this was fucking awesome. I suggested we meet at Starbucks (Yorkdale) for our meet and greet, and he was late. This fucking man was late. He offered me $200 but upon meeting, he said he forgot it, and that he will just transfer it into my account. He legit transferred me $1 the next day, and said that’s all he could transfer. He brought me a cheque for $3000, no surprises, it got declined when I went to cash it! THE TELLER TOLD ME HIS ACCOUNT HAD INSUFFICIENT FUNDS!! He asked me to meet him at Red Lobster because he wanted biscuits… his fucking card got declined, and I had to pay for dinner! He also did not bring me cash, and said he forgot. He tried to contact me after, and said he wanted to meet for coffee, but that was it, I fucking had it. I should have dropped this man after the first meeting.

I am cringing while writing this. I was so young and stupid. This is both embarrassing and a waste of time.

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Unknown messages // Jungkook - 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06I 07 I 08

Phone conversation

 - “Y/N?" 

 "Six year old coming through,”

 "Jungkook?“ 

 "You there?" 

 "Yeah," 

 "So, what do I sound like?”

 "My ideal type,“

 "G-go away,”

 "So my voice does make you nervous!“ 

 "Huh?”

 "You stuttered,“

 "I always stutter,”

 "I’m sure you do,“

 "Whatever, are you satisfied with my voice, can I hang up now and we can go back to texting?”

 "Now where’s the fun in that?“

 "You can’t hear me?" 

 "You sound fine," 

 "Right but I’m barely capable of holding my phone,”

 "Are you nervous?“ 

 "Nervous is not the word to use." 

 "You’re not socially stable, are you?”

 "That obvious?“

 "I think you’re doing really fine!”

 "I am?“

 "Sure," 

 "Thanks," 

 "So are you alone today too?”

 "Like always. Just listening to some acoustic songs,“

 "What’s your favorite?" 

 "Acoustic song?" 

 "Yes," 

 "One in a million cover,”

 "She’s really good,“ 

 "She is, I wish I could play the guitar,”

 "I could teach you one day,“ 

 "You play guitar?”

 "Yep,“ 

 "Awesome, I’ll be waiting," 

 "You can’t stop thinking about me can you?”

 "What is your problem?“ 

 "My problem is not being able to speak Spanish, man I wish I knew espanol”

 "Why are you laughing?“

 "You’re so weird,”

 "I’m sorry. You’re just so weird it’s making me crack up, and consider this a good thing cause I don’t laugh at things easily. Also, I know I sound like a dying octopus when I laugh,“



 "Your laugh is cute.”

Lucky Day || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


“It’s just a little sprain. As long as you keep him off it and keep it wrapped it should get better in no time. If he starts to show a serious amount of pain, give him a few of the pills I gave you and he should be fine.” The words left your mouth with ease, barely thinking about the sentence.

You had said it so many times before to worried owners that it was almost like a habit now. The woman gave you a thankful smile before quickly leaving the room.

It was just like any other day to you. A little bit slower than usual but it was nice as you had just come back from a holiday. Your skin had become darker over your holiday and it was showcased as you walked around the facility. Everyone had complimented you, saying you looked better and healthier than ever.

There were sounds of dogs barking out in the front of the clinic, and you couldn’t help the urge but to poke your head outside. You absolutely loved animals, which was why you were working here. Seeing all of them everyday seemed more like a dream to you than a job.

Never once had you felt bad about going to work or gotten annoyed while you were there. You were able to treat them and make them better when they were sick or injured, and it was the most rewarding thing to you.

You had your own dog at home whom you took care of. She was your pride and joy, and most of the time your friends joked about you acting more like a mother than an owner. You would talk to her just like normal parents would talk to a baby.

There was no way you would admit it to your friends, but your dog was your best friend. She was always there for you and never once did she let you down. She may have had a habit of chewing up your things once in a while but it was never something that wasn’t easily replaceable.

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anonymous asked:

Or or ORRRR, you could write about Ethan coming out as gay and his reaction when for the first time in his life he wasn't shuned or told he was wrong bc the team is chill 🎶

when you’re right you’re right

[warnings: homophobia, panic attack, vomit]

——————–

Ethan felt his heart beat sync to the sound of water dripping from the faucet.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

He felt his face go hot; the water he’d just splashed on himself didn’t seem to be helping at all.

He forbid himself to begin crying again, but the anxious feelings building up inside him were hard to endure. 

Memories of kids in high school were racing through his mind faster than he could help. Don’t even think about what happened that night. Don’t. Don’t.

Except evidently, trying not to think about something makes it more difficult to not think about it.

He found it harder to breathe as he practically relived sprinting into the bathroom in the middle of a party at the end of his junior year. He felt the same hot tears streaming down his face as he did then, after being laughed at by his best friend and hundreds of other people.

He felt just as sick as he had when he’d quietly confessed his feelings to his best friend in the corner, then shoved and called “a disgusting f**got”.

Ethan gasped for air and harshly wiped his wet face off with a hand towel, though he was sobbing now.

Nauseated, he sat down on the closed toilet seat and shut his eyes tightly.

He remembered sobbing in the bathroom just like now at that party, his friend drunkenly telling everyone else about it loud enough to be heard through the door. 

Nobody’s laughs hurt him as much as his best friend’s did that night.

He didn’t go to another party for a year after that, but the taunting was relentless no matter how much time passed. Though most of the school had attended the party anyways, high school rumors spread like wildfire.

He’d occasionally find notes in his locker from jocks mockingly asking him out, or get disgusted looks from people passing by, not to mention the big red spray paint on his locker the following Monday, which simply read “HOMO”.

It definitely didn’t help that the school decided it could wait a whole week to be cleaned off of his locker, and that his parents just had why Jason didn’t come over for dinner anymore.

Not like Ethan could tell them the reason. Not like he could say that he’d been in love with Jason. Not like he could say nobody, let alone his best friend, would even talk to him anymore unless it was unavoidable.

As it would turn out, though, it didn’t matter that Ethan didn’t tell them.

It didn’t matter that Ethan hid everything about himself from his parents for two years after that, because his mother would end up directly asking him anyways.

She would end up yelling at him for hours to just answer, insisting she didn’t care either way. Insisting she just wished Ethan would tell the truth.

Ethan sat locked in his bathroom for hours, forced to listen to his mother’s begging for the truth.

She never mentioned that the “truth”, once it came out, would end up getting Ethan kicked out and forced to go live with his dad.

“Please mom,” Ethan had begged, “Don’t tell him why.”

He knew for a fact his father wouldn’t take him either if he knew.

His mother was gracious enough to agree, but Ethan would never forget the pain he felt seeing his brother’s face as he said goodbye.

His brother had been looking at him like a stranger.

The brief hug they shared before Ethan left was stiff and one-sided.

Then, once he was finally settled and living with his dad, there was the confused remark his dad made after Ethan dyed his hair bright blue.

“Ain’t that stuff for queers, kiddo?”

Ethan hadn’t noticed that now, in the office bathroom, his lip had begun bleeding.

He hadn’t even known he was biting it.

He opened his eyes slowly, the taste of snot, tears, and blood sour on his tongue.

Fifteen minutes, two boxes of tissues, and countless attempts at regulating his breathing later, Ethan heard a knock on the door.

“Jesus, Ethan, you done yet?” Mark called from a distance, “We’ve been out for half an hour.”

Tyler was the one at the door, though, and he knocked once more. “We got Subway, are you gonna be out soon?”

“Yeah,” Ethan’s voice was ironically cool, “One second.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The faucet was still dripping. Ethan stood, satisfied with how he looked overall fine now, then turned the faucet knob tighter to stop the dripping.

His panic attack had made him feel like he was hit by a truck, but nonetheless, he exited the bathroom with the most confident stride he could manage.

“Can the Subway wait for a second?” Ethan asked the team, watching Amy and Kathryn look up from the still-wrapped sandwiches.

Mark began to say, “Fuck no” but stopped himself halfway through. Ethan must’ve looked as hopeless and broken as he felt.

“Yeah,” Kathryn answered softly for all of them, “What’s up?”

Tyler had turned around in his office chair, intently listening, and Mark was slowly setting down a wrapped foot-long on the table.

No going back now. 

Even if Ethan backed out and said “nevermind”, he clearly looked like shit and those kinds of friends don’t leave you alone until you tell them what’s wrong.

Ethan took his six-hundredth deep breath that day and shakily said, “I need to tell you guys something.”

His voice broke a little, but he’d already cried every tear his body could produce. No need to worry about breaking down once you’ve already completely broke.

He wished somebody would respond and say that whatever he needed to tell them, he could, but they were probably all too worried to talk now.

One more deep breath.

He’d get it out as quickly as possible, like downing horrible tasting medicine.

“I’m gay.”

He said it as clear as he could, because he felt he’d explode if he ever had to repeat those words again.

Or face the consequences.

Except, oh god, nobody had heard him.

Everyone’s expressions were just confused or the same as before. He had to repeat himself anyways.

“I,” Ethan choked back tears he hadn’t thought possible, “I said I’m gay!’ He snapped. He wanted the consequences already, he’d never had to wait this long before.

“You don’t have to yell, Ethan,” Tyler said softly, smiling just slightly, “We heard you the first time.

“I’m pretty sure the office next door did too,” Kathryn laughed lightly. 

And then all four of them were smiling and Ethan collapsed to the floor, no longer trying to hold back his tears.

Shocked by his crying, the team was immediately knelt down beside him floor.

“Ethan,” Amy tried softly, rubbing his back, “What’s wrong? You know we still think you’re awesome, right? Ethan?”

Ethan was crying too hard to answer.

Mark was trying to get their blue haired friend to look up at them. “Ethan, it’s okay,” he insisted, almost argumentatively, “This doesn’t change anything, okay?”

Ethan finally looked up, face wet and flushed red. “But I’m gay,” he croaked, saying the last word like it was a synonym for rapist or murderer or something heinous.

“Yeah, you are,” Tyler was tearing up a bit, hating to see Ethan cry so hard. He pulled the younger man into a hug and rubbed his blue hair, “And we love you. So cut it out, okay?”

Ethan said nothing, and he was still crying, but he had obviously realized the team wasn’t lying. He relaxed into Tyler’s embrace, giggling through his tears as Mark, Amy, and Kathryn wrapped around him as well in a group hug.

They stayed like that until Ethan could breathe again, then slowly pulled away. Mark patted Ethan on the back reassuringly, “Ready for Subway?”

Ethan looked down and blushed with a smile. “Actually, I have to go pee really quick,” he admitted sheepishly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kathryn said and groaned in unison with the rest of the team.

Ethan just laughed and insisted he’d only be a second, before disappearing into the bathroom.

He didn’t need to mention that the half hour he’d spent in there before was having a panic attack, not peeing. He didn’t need to tell them why he’d been terrified of coming out since he’d moved to LA or contemplated killing himself multiple times.

He didn’t need to tell them any of that, because all of that was behind him. He was with Tyler, Mark, Kathryn, and Amy now, and they loved him for who he was.

And he was absolutely, completely, really fucking gay.

malec4everr  asked:

New writer ask meme... how about You've got mail Coldflash AU with tons of angst and tons of smut and fluff towards the end??

(WHAT are you doing to me!)

Barry Allen owns and runs his mother’s bookshop, which he practically grew up in and has worked at all his life. His mother died from a B&E when he was 10, but that just makes the shop more special to him. His father passed away last year after a heart-attack, and ever since, Barry has been even more obsessed with staying in the shop rather than going out with friends or dating or anything outside of work.

Iris, his best friend since school days, keeps trying to get him to just DATE and live his life, but Barry never confessed that his first love was HER, and now she’s married and pregnant with her first child, and that just makes it harder even though Barry knows he needs to move on.

His employees are great friends too, though they’re a little subtler about how they try to get him out of the shop. Cisco will ask Barry over for video game nights, and Caitlin will invite Barry along to theater excursions, but Barry hates being a third wheel with her husband, as nice as Ronnie is. HR is great too, he’s just a little…difficult to handle in large doses. Plus, the guy seems far too obsessed with this popular romance author, E.B. Thawne, which Barry accused Iris’s husband of being once, but Eddie swears it’s just a coincidence that their names are so similar.

“Besides, my middle name is Richard, Barr.”

(The romance novelist is HR, using the pseudonym of Eobard Thawne but changing it to EB to be more like HR. He totally got the idea of using Thawne after meeting Eddie and Iris. He works at Barry’s shop for fun, since he makes A LOT of money from his writing.)

Cisco and Caitlin have started reading those romance novels too, which is highly inappropriate to be pouring over during shop hours. Barry’s bookstore is for CHILDREN.

Or at least it should be, if they can survive the corporate giant moving in around the corner, Rogue Books. Lisa Snart is the face of the company, “A really nice face too,” Cisco has said on more than one occasion, but her partner and brother Leonard Snart is known as the real shark behind the business. He’s so ruthless, they call him Captain Cold. It’s terrible the way this powerhouse is ruining family owned businesses like Barry’s. The Scarlet Reader is everything a little book store should be.

At least Barry has his secret pen pal, who he met one night on a message board support group for people who’ve lost their parents. No real names or details are given, it’s just the chance for people with similar experiences to connect and vent – like group therapy for busy people (or in Barry’s case, people who don’t get out much.)

WynterNights72 is just so easy to talk to. He lost his mother when he was young too, and his father passed away a few years ago, just like Barry’s passed away last year. Of course Wynter didn’t have a good relationship with his father like Barry did, but it’s still a similar tale of woe.

They don’t even chat about their folks much anymore, just random things. They created their own private board so they can leave each other messages whenever they want and keep it between them. It’s nice to have someone to talk to who doesn’t know Barry’s real name, someone whose face Barry has never seen.

Of course he likes to imagine the guy is attractive and successful and totally smitten with Barry like Barry is with him, but he could never actually do anything about it. They’re just pen pals. The only thing Barry knows is that the man also lives in Central City. It would be insane to ever be more than friends.

Meanwhile, Leonard Snart runs Rogue Books as joint CEO with his sister and their childhood friend, Mick Rory, who handles the logistics when it comes to demolition and construction of new stores. Len has a great team who handles financials, staffing, marketing, allowing Lisa to be the spokesperson and Len to stick to the shadows.

Len has learned to be cold because he has to be, that’s what has made Rogue Books so successful. It certainly wasn’t his father’s efforts when he was still alive running the company. The only thing Lewis was ever good for was giving Len the best sister he could ask for…and the best little brother.

Michael is only seven. He was two when Lewis died, so he barely remembers him, and thinks more of Len as his father figure. Michael’s mother has full custody but she lets Len and Lisa take Michael and spend time with him whenever they want.

Outside of Lisa, Mick, and a few close coworkers, Len doesn’t really have friends. He’s odd friends with a few of his exes, but he figures what’s the point in dating when he always loses in love? Lisa tried to convince him to go to counseling, that maybe if he had someone else to talk to it’d be easier to open up to a potential partner someday.

So Len found his way to that message board, because he doesn’t DO therapy, and met Runner_in_Red. He can tell by the occasional reference that this guy is a few years younger than he is, but he’s just so easy to talk to. Len’s never had a friend quite like Red, and he likes having him all to himself, like a secret. Sometimes, he wishes he had the courage to ask for them to meet, but he doesn’t want to ruin what they have. So he pines in private, wondering what Red might look like on the other side of that screen.

It’s one day when Len is spending the afternoon with Michael that his little brother insists on going into the bookshop they pass along the street. Len feels a little awkward about the whole thing, because this place is the competition he’s currently running into the ground with his new megastore around the block, but he wants to encourage Michael’s love of reading.

They stumble upon a children’s circle, where a young man is doing an impressive and adorably engaging reading from The Runaway Dinosaur, which was always one of Len’s favorite children’s books too. Len is instantly charmed—until he realizes that the young man is Barry Allen, the shop’s owner. Shit. Len cannot let this kid know that the enemy walked through his door, so he introduces himself as Len.

“Just Len.”

Of course, Michael thinks that Len’s nickname as Captain Cold is awesome, “Like a superhero!” So when Len and Barry are talking, and Barry mentions that they’re trying to stay afloat against the evil Captain Cold around the corner, Michael spouts off his newest spelling word.

“C-O-L-D. Just like—”

“Well, we need to be going,” Len says and quickly makes scarce, pushing Michael out the door.

His getaway doesn’t save him for long though as he runs into Barry at a party later that week and the cat is out of the bag about who Len really is.

This devolves into their very intense rivalry as bookstore owner nemeses, while privately at home Len and Barry are each asking Wynter and Red for advice…as they slowly fall more and more in love with the pen pal they’ve never met.

“We are on FaceTime together a lot late at night. If I have something to say, I hit him up right away. On the road, I hang out in his room; he hangs out in my room. We have genuine conversations about life. Yes, we sometimes talk about basketball, but we are grown men and mostly we talk about our families, our kids, everyday life. He’s in my Favourites list, so when he calls me, it rings through no matter what.” – Kyle

“You see our two kids in pictures at the games hanging out – that’s real. Diar and Karter are best friends. Lots of times, I have to FaceTime DeMar just because the two kids want to talk to each other. It’s one family really – me, my wife, my kids, him, his girl, his kids.” – Kyle

“My daughter just calls him “Karter’s Daddy.” She’s in love with Karter; they’re best friends. So Kyle to her just means Karter must be around too.” – DeMar

“I’d call DeMar a best friend. A genuine, awesome, great guy. It’s beyond friendship, if there’s a word for that. Family, that’s the only other word for DeMar.  He gets on my nerves every day, but I love him.” – Kyle

“I don’t look at him as Kyle Lowry the basketball player; I look at the guy I hang out with outside basketball. That’s my man.” – DeMar

Damsel in Distress?

Raphael had seen the guy around before.
He was a creepy guy, lanky and greasy with a nose too big for his face. For the past three nights, he had robbed unsuspecting passerbys but tonight, it would end.
This time, Raphael was waiting.
He waited on the rooftop, watching the crook. From around the corner, a young woman came around. And as soon as the reached the alley, the man struck and Raphael did too.
The man grabbed the woman bybtge arm, pulling her into the alley as Raphael jumped to her rescue. A rescue that was not at all necessary. With a swift kick and a left hook, the man was on the ground, groaning in pain as blood seeped from his mouth.
Raphael was shocked, staring at her for a moment. And the woman was too, as she returned his stare with wide eyes.
“Who the hell are you?”
Her words broke Raphael out of his trance and he swore, leaping up the fire escape and out of sight. He couldn’t believe how stupid he was, jumping in like that, like he was done kind of Prince Charming to the rescue!
She certainly didn’t need him at all…the way she took that guy down, like it was just a walk in the park.
Damn, that was awesome.
Y/N stared up at the building where the…tortoise? Turtle? Man had vanished.
She was shocked of course but the way he’s flipped and swung into the shadows, like some kind of ninja.
She had to admit, it was pretty awesome.

Hello. I thought about something.

Am I the only to think that this man

is litteraly like this man ?


I mean. Viktor is spiritual brother of Ayame :

  • * Perfect until he opens his mouth
  • * Quite beautiful
  • * Long hair (remember that Viktor used to wear long hair)
  • * Grey hair
  • * Awesome and priceless
  • * Comic relief
  • * Subtext in every word
  • * They are both spontaneous 
  • * Talentuous in an artistic field (dressmaking and ice skating)
  • * Love being the center of the attention
  • * Wants to sleep with men that don’t want them
  • * Can be savage. Really savage.
  • * Can be really sweet too, really lovely

Yes. Really they’re the same and I love both of them.

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Title: Deux par deux (sans compter nos morts)

Author: @jim-bones-spock

Artist: @scramjets

Pairing: Babe Heffron/Eugene Roe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 55,330

Summary: Babe Heffron prides himself in being a great journalist. When he get caught into a ongoing investigation, he tries his best to help. He also tries not to get too distracted by handsome doctor Eugene Roe, but that’s another story.

Tags: eugene roe is a flirty man and nobody can tell me otherwise, Detective AU, Journalist AU, Modern AU, Fluff, Violence, Canonical Character Death. Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, filth in general, Pining, Slow Burn, cursing, Blowjobs

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Overwatch according to someone who still hasn't played Overwatch except for that one time at his cousin's house
  • McCree: Took Fallout: New Vegas too seriously.
  • Winston: Still Harambe
  • Reaper: Robbie Rotten
  • Dad76: Sportacus
  • D.Va: memes memes memes memes
  • Hanzo: very proud of his left nipple
  • Genji: I can't pronounce his fuckin name for the life of me
  • Torbjorn: Massive pussy game
  • Symmetra: Tech support with nice thighs
  • Ana: Sniper mom
  • Reinhardt: Very good with kids and would give good hugs for sure
  • Mercy: Gets salty when nobody protects her
  • Tracer: GOTTA GO FAST DUNUNUNUNUNUNANANANANANNAANA BE DOO BE DOO BE DOOO DUNUNUNUNUN
  • Sombra: *boop intensifies*
  • Zarya: RUDE TO ROBOTS. WORST GIRL. SHAME HER.
  • Pharah: Bird person
  • Bastion: Bird enthusiast. 100% pure.
  • Junkrat: Dumpster diving Rick Sanchez
  • Mei: Best girl. Too pure for this world. Should date McCree.
  • Widowmaker: Nice butt
  • Roadhog: he hogs the road
  • Lucio: Too pure for this world. I love his roller skates. He's the best.
  • Zenyatta: No words can describe how awesome and adorable he is
  • Doomfist: Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I’m on a horse.
  • Liao: There's nothing to disprove that he is a corgi. Therefore, he is a corgi.
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“Behind every man’s success is a supportive woman who pushes him.” Not exact words but, you guys get the gist of it.
That quote aint mine (kudos to whoever made that awesome quote) but here’s a short Chanyeol appreciation post.

We often forget that these idols are humans too, that they share the same struggles like every other person experiences. Emotions and feelings are part of our beings, and so are theirs.

Chanyeol’s mother and sister (ofc his father too) definitely helped him arrive to where he is right now, and im proud that he is such a strong man to climb up to where he is stands, to where they are right now.

Then again insert my (delulu) ass right here and insert Baekhyun who have kept him in support too. In their own little ways, BaekYeol will keep their love sailing proudly and stand firm.
P.s. Ofc EXO supports each other. I love them as a whole. I really love these boys.

They’re the greatest part of my life and whoever is against this, no, don’t fight me.

Love me right. Love them right, instead. Respect. No hate.
Just love.
No indifferences, Just love.

XOXO peace out.

P.p.s. we all know baek is his wife okay. Love y'all.

Speaking of Trans Headcanons

I am totally here for trans!Jack but what about trans!Chase?

I mean speaking from experience if I could sell my soul and gain the power to shapeshift into a correct body without needing surgery and hormones, I wouldn’t even need the awesome dragon powers. That would just be icing.

(Obviously this is not XC compliant but I think it could work for XS.)

So you’re living in 500 CE in a temple full of male monks and maybe you’ve managed to pass as male for years but something happens and they “find out” and now everyone’s treating you wrong and you’re not a woman why do they keep suddenly treating you like a woman and you can’t seem to make them understand that you’re a man too, you’re a monk, not a nun, and maybe you don’t quite have the words to explain it. 

Dealing with all the shit Omi cluelessly gives Kimiko, but the shit icing on that shit cake is that you’re not even female.

But here’s this offer - not just the power to show these betrayers how wrong they are to suddenly be treating you differently and ignoring you when you tell them they’re wrong, but the right body, the one you should have had all along, the one with the broader shoulders and the narrower hips and everything where it’s supposed to be.

You need it, you need it so bad that when Hannibal threatens you with it you find the power to lock him in another dimension, because the prospect of having that and losing it is just that awful.

And then you meet Jack and you realize he’s “like you” but he’s… well he’s not very good at passing sometimes, he’s got feminine-coded mannerisms, and sometimes he even acts like he’s okay with being femme and a guy and you’ve got so much invested in no one ever knowing that you’re irrationally afraid that by looking at Jack people will figure out about you. And you’ve heard the monks and some of the insults they use, because they’re kids and they don’t know better, and you’ve seen the way Kimiko gets talked to sometimes even if she’s respected most of the time, and you know, in your heart you’re sure nothing has changed, so the more Jack begs you to see how much he’s like you, how perfect he’d be as your apprentice, your stomach turns and you distance yourself from Spicer and you call him worm and you make sure no one could ever, ever think you’re at all like him.

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10 Movies This Child of the ‘80s Wants Her Kids to Learn Fromsource (Huffington Post)

1. Each of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. (The Breakfast Club)

2. The world is full of guys. Don’t be a guy; be a man. (Say Anything)

3. Your mom and dad were young and clueless and angst-ridden once, too. (Back to the Future)

4. Sometimes awesome people might “live to like you,” and you might not feel the same way. That’s OK. (Pretty in Pink)

5. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. (Dead Poets Society)

6. Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off)

7. Say “bless you” when someone sneezes. (Singles)

8. We are all Goonies. (The Goonies)

9. I’ll be right here. (E.T.: The Extraterrestrial)

10. Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line. (The Princess Bride)

Oscars ~ Jake Gyllenhaal

Word count: 505 •○• Author’s note: it’s a short, fluffy imagine about this awesome man called Jake, hope you like it. • ● •

We arrived back at the hotel late at night - or should I say early in the morning? It was nearly 3 a.m, which means that the party was still going on full speed, but I couldn’t stay longer ‘cause I got tired easily those days. It’s not so suprising, knowing the fact that I was 5 months pregnant that time.
I quickly kicked off my high heels, and breathed out a deep, satisfied sigh.
“Hey, babe, can you help me taking off my dress?” I asked my husband who was changing in the bathroom at the time.
“Of course, I’m coming.” He shouted back, then I immediately saw him jogging towards me only in his boxers. I looked him up and down, especially his six packs. He paused in his tracks, looking at me with a weird face, making me look away and blush a little. I still couldn’t get used to his body after 4 years of marriage. Even if I was carrying his child, and I have seen him like this millions of times before, it was still something which seemed to make me a blushing, surprised mess in a simple second.
Jake stepped twice more in my direction, and I turned around to let him have an access to my back. He quickly succeeded with pulling the dress down, then stepped away to grab my pyjamas and give them to me. When I finished changing, I realised that he still didn’t move. He was standing there, admiring me with an adorable smile spreading across his face.
“What?” I smirked at him, climbing into the bed.
“I’m just really proud of my beautiful girl.” He turned the lights off, and climbed after me.
“Really?”
“Of course. It’s not even a question. You are a perfect actress, and to prove that, you got an Oscar today. And somehow I think that you are even more pretty and sexy with this cute little baby in your stomach.” He laughed quietly.
Suddenly you saw a memory in your head, about something that happened only hours ago. You felt the same excitement as you replayed the scene in your head like what you felt then, and then the astonishment and happiness as you heard your name. Then you remembered looking at Jake and the proud smile that was on his face while his eyes were shining like the sky on the sunniest day ever. I have never been more happy then that time, seeing that on his face.
Then we went to the party to celebrate this event, but not wanting to disturb anyone with my pregnancy and that I didn’t drink or eat almost anything, just a little cake with a glass of water, we left earlier than the people celebrating there. “I love you.” He whispered in my ear placing his forehead against mine, making me go back to the present from the memory when he scooted closer and placed one of his arms tightly around me, caressing my stomach with the other.
“I love you too.” I whispered back, slowly kissing him.


THE END

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Requested by @trueblue80s

I hope this is something like the one you imagined in your head. I had to change some things for making it more realistic and I think I didn’t write everything exactly as you wanted, but tbh I’m not capable of writing about partying or stuff like that rn. Thank you for your request.