this may be the best one ever

brokenromatic  asked:

Are you fucking serious about raw food? Dogs and cats are not designed to eat kibble. Raw food is what is best for them. Raw companies go through HPP, or similar processes, to disinfect their food. The bacteria in a dogs stomach is capable of breaking down anything that is left. Fuck you. I feel sorry for all the patients that you have recommended science diet to.

Ok, breathe. There’s no need to get so angry about this. We can disagree and have a discussion without name calling and being rude.

It seems like you misunderstood my original post. My points where that raw food is a serious public health concern, there is no peer-reviewed evidence proving the benefits of feeding raw, people should consult with their veterinarian to avoid malnutrition and learn proper sanitation techniques, and it is impossible for a person that is not a professional and has not evaluated your animal in person to make a recommendation about what food is best for your pet. I didn’t even say that no one should feed raw ever, I said that if you’re going to you should work with your vet. I acknowledged in my original post and I will acknowledge it now that are are situations when raw may be beneficial. However, there are also situations where kibble is beneficial. There are situations where canned food is beneficial. There are situations where homemade cooked diets (a much preferred alternative to raw) are beneficial. To say there is one kind of food that is best for every animal in every situation is irresponsible and inaccurate.

What is your background in animal physiology? Because it sounds like you have some fundamental misconceptions about how canine and feline digestion work. It is ruminants (cows, sheep, goats, etc) that do the bulk of their digestion via microbial fermentation. Microbes do a play a role in digestive health in cats and dogs (and humans!) but it is gastric secretions that are responsible for the inactivation of pathogens, including bacteria. Dogs are certainly capable of eating things that would make humans sick, but this doesn’t make them immune to infectious enteric diseases, primarily in young or immunocompromised individuals. You should also note my concerns about public health were directed primarily at human health concerns.

Also, “dogs and cats are not designed to eat kibble.” I know I can argue with people about this until I’m blue in the face and it won’t make a difference. Whether or not dogs and cats are “designed” to eat it, many of the available kibble diets have gone through clinical trials to prove that they actually do what they say they do. There is data that proves that they are safe, effective, and balanced for whatever stage of life they’re intended for. Again, we like science. We like repeatable evidence that something is safe and actually works like it’s supposed to before we as a profession are going to endorse it. There is data we can look back on not only for a brand, but for specific diets so we can see how that food actually performs. No such trials exist for raw, there is only anecdotal evidence that raw is any better for cats and dogs.

I honestly have no idea what you mean by HPP. High pressure processing? I don’t know where you got the idea that raw pet food routinely goes through that process or any other kind of decontamination process. Unless you’re outside the US, in which case I am not familiar with meat processing regulations. But here in the US, there is a thing called the Guidance for Industry on the Manufacture and Labeling of Raw Meat Foods for Companion and Captive Noncompanion Carnivores and Omnivores that is a voluntary guideline published by the FDA. But there is no routine decontamination of meat designed for pet food. Ideally, raw food processors would follow the same regulations that processed foods are required to adhere to, but there is little to no oversight from state or federal officials when it comes to raw pet food production. If you are buying human grade food for your pet, certainly the hygiene standards are significantly higher, but as I mentioned previously, you need to work with your vet to formulate a correct diet and avoid dangerous nutrient deficiencies.

I never specifically mentioned or recommended any particular brand of kibble, or really recommended one kind of diet in particular. I was asked my opinion on feeding raw diets, so I laid out the facts. I’m gonna sound like a broken record, but the fact is there is no evidence that feeding raw has any of the benefits proponents claim. OP if you, or anyone else, wants to feed raw, you can, as long as you’ve consulted with your veterinarian to ensure your diet is balanced and you are following sufficient sanitation protocols. I also want to point out this isn’t just my opinion. The US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), US Food and Drug Administration (FDA), American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA), American Animal Hospital Association (AAHA), the National Association of State Public Health Veterinarians (NASPHV), and the American Association of Feline Practitioners (AAFP) have all published or endorsed statements showing the lack of evidence of the benefits of feeding raw and warned about the associated public health concerns.

I’m going to end with one of my previous statements that sums of my feelings about ALL pet food: To say there is one kind of food that is best for every animal in every situation is irresponsible and inaccurate.

New Movies Watched in 2017 Part 7

The following is my latest batch of new movies watched this year, and it may be the best collection of 25 thus far! Also, the tally is now at 175, so I will for sure reach my goal of 200! Favorites are bolded!

  1. Annabelle: Creation (Somehow much better than the first Annabelle film, but I do have a major problem with the ending.)
  2. Savage Weekend (An excellent slasher with a twist.)
  3. Wind River (I already know this film will be underrated, but it’s one of the most realistic and brutal crime thrillers I’ve ever seen.)
  4. Aguirre, the Wrath of God
  5. Night on Earth (I haven’t seen such a feel good movie in who knows how long!)
  6. It (Truly honored the original! And all of the actors were perfect. However, there was this group of teenage boys behind me who laughed at all the bullying scenes that really needed to be dragged into the sewer.)
  7. Belladonna of Sadness
  8. Fantastic Planet
  9. Mammal
  10. Nocturama (I love it! I’ve already watched it twice!)
  11. Mother! (I thought it was insane, violent, and sad in the best way!)
  12. Looking for Mr. Goodbar (Both dreadful and devastating. It certainly ranks as one of my dearest films featuring a self-destructive woman.)
  13. A Dark Song
  14. A Shot in the Dark
  15. Raw
  16. The Lion Woman
  17. Cult of Chucky (It was really entertaining!)
  18. Berlin Express
  19. The New Kids (I wish I knew of this movie’s existence sooner, solely because of James Spader’s role!
  20. When a Stranger Calls (Finally watched the original! Particularly when watching remakes of horror movies, I often wonder if the creators actually understood what made the original so terrifying. This is one of those cases.)
  21. Stalker
  22. Hidden (Not that I needed further proof of Haneke’s mastery, but here it is!)
  23. Europa Europa
  24. The Seventh Victim
  25. 13 Minutes (An interesting movie about the would-be assassin of Hitler, Georg Elser. Some of the historical narrative is lost in the story of his own life, which focuses mainly on his love interest, but it’s clear the director intended the film to be as much about him, as his act. Regardless, I genuinely enjoyed it, and the lovely Christian Friedel offers a compelling performance!)
10

“A great man is largely forgotten by the public. He doesn’t stand on top of a mountain waving a flag saying, “Look at me—I’m a great man.” A great man often disappears into the ether. Hardly anyone notices that he was even there, apart from his family and close friends. He was reliable. He showed up. He was there. He was useful where he could be. He made mistakes. Tried to make better of those mistakes. Doesn’t mean you have to cure cancer or understand the theory of relativity. It’s not necessarily as rock-and-roll or as cool as you might think. Part of being a great man is accepting that. To dare to be average and normal is actually a pathway to becoming a great man. To have more humility. To accept responsibility more. To just get on with what’s in front of your face. And to leave no fucking indelible mark of your ever being here, apart from the fact that you were there for your family to the best of your ability. It’s not an easy task. I’ll probably fuck it up.”

Happy 40th Birthday, Tommy Hardy!  September 15th, 1977 

Spider-Man: Homecoming Themed Asks
  • Peter: Do you have any secret talents?
  • Ned: Are you friends with anyone on Tumblr in real life?
  • May: Have you ever cursed in front of a relative?
  • Michelle: Do you have any nicknames?
  • Liz: Have you ever had a crush on someone you know?
  • Flash: Have you ever been jealous of someone you know?
  • Adrien: Have you ever broken the rules?
  • Tony: What was the best advice you've ever received?
  • Happy: Have you ever ignored someone intentionally?
  • Karen: Have you made any new friends this year?
  • Suit: What is the one thing that you can't live without?
  • Spider: Do you have any fears?
  • Web: What are you most proud of?
  • Churro: What is the kindest thing anyone has done for you?
  • Larb: Are you in love with anyone at the moment?
  • Homecoming: What is your favorite song to dance to?
  • Avengers: What is your biggest dream?
In Regards to the VLD Recent Age Confirmation

Keith is 18

Lance is 17

Keith and Lance dating? Cool beans bro I totally get it. You know, Klance art is some of the best art I’ve seen.

Keith is 18

Shiro is 25

Keith and Shiro dating? Cool beans bro I totally get it. You know, Sheith art is the fuckin bomb even if there may be less of it.

Any ship ever in Voltron? Cool beans bro I totally get it

Shalladin? Cool beans bro I totally get it

Not shipping anything and caring about other stuff? Cool beans bro I totally get it

Multishipping? Cool beans bro that’s one of the better ways to go about this (other than not getting involved at all).

Party at my place, let’s talk this shit out. we can all choose to ship whatever we want, and not wanting to ship anything is totally cool as well. Let’s chill in a blow up baby pool, eat some pizza, and maybe have a civil exchange. Thank

know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 


    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.

a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

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23/30 dailies

Shota’s life flashes before his eyes-

(I reckon Hizashi does this a lot)

Prompt: @retrophile-rabbit Hello! Your bnha dailies are the best thing ever! I especially like the erasermic prompts, may I suggest one with the two of them in their UA students days? Like, Shouta and Hizashi being adorable dorks, Zashi hug-tackling Shouta or something like that, and the rest of the class (and school) silently shipping it in the background ☺️ 

Thank you so much! Apologies, I only used about half of the prompt, mostly to avoid drawing more people ;).

I also pretty much painted over a photo for that background, to get the mood/atmosphere without having to spend ages on it, I’ve seen some speedpaints do it before, but I definitely didn’t make it enough of my own idea to not mention it :P.

I’m still open for prompts, but I do have a lot that I wanna do already, so bear it in mind :)

OKAY, SIT DOWN AND LISTEN UP YOURE ABOUT TO LEARN A THING OR TWO ABOUT HOW TO LOOK EXPENSIVE

•When in doubt wear it in black, white or grey

• Have at least one outfit that makes you feel like a BOSS ASS BITCH whenever you need a pick me up where it. You don’t even need to wear it out if you don’t want to, wearing it around the house will make you feel killer

• NEVER buy something you will only where once or with that one pair of jeans

• Don’t leave the house with sweatpants or leggings and jumpers on unless you are going to workout. It will make you feel like crap all day. Don’t get me wrong you have the right to be comfy but just make sure that what you wear makes you feel like a million dollars and other people will notice how damn fine you are.

• Have a colour scheme for your wardrobe and stick to it. If everything can go together you will never not look put together and classy.

• Don’t waste your money on trends they are trends for a reason - THEY WONT LAST

• If you want to look expensive buy clothes that fit you or get them fitted.

• Clean lines look chic and beautiful IRON YOUR DAMN CLOTHES

• Know what looks good on you and what you look good in, bear in mind that they may not be the same thing so have outfits that do both as well as one or the other. Cover all your options

• Become confident flaunting what you got, you look amazing.

• DONT THINK THAT SPANKS ARE SHAMEFUL. STOP SLEEPING ON THEM. THEY ARE THE SHIT. LOVE THEM AND USE THEM.

• Don’t make rash decisions when it comes to buying clothes make sure it’s good material and truly looks good. Sleep on decisions they may be the best one you ever made.

• MAN MADE MATERIALS LIKE POLYESTER LOOK CHEAP CAUSE THEY ARE. Save your money and buy 100% cotton or linen or silk or satin etc. Don’t buy man made materials they look cheap and don’t last.

• Dress for the life you want. It works. Honestly.

y'all y’ALL the comission from @markerguru001 is here it’s finally here loOK AT IT

like look at roddy roddy is sooooo into this look at his face and his hand behind mims’ head and his eyes which are closed becaue he is that into it and the fLAMES mims lights this boy on fIRE

and look at miiiiiiiims mims is crazy into it too he’s got his hands on roddy’s collar to pull this hot boy as close as he can and his mustache is turning up at the ends because he’s so so happy

(and alex says roddy is either holding mims up with his arms wrapped around him so tight or like mims is actually wearing the magnus armor from the waist down and he’s the one holding roddy up with those hands wrapped around his collar while roddy clings to him oh so close)

anyway this may be the best thing i have ever spent money on in my life and alex milne is a delight and a gift and a treasure

A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics


“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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¾ of Queen, a study in beards

femme fatale || mitch rapp (smut)

word count: 9,666

warnings: smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, angst, mentions of death, betrayal

author’s note: my first mitch rapp anything really! i hope you guys enjoy this because i’m so genuinely in love with this fic! special thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles who helped me with this and gave me so much support! she’s on vacation right now, so she is unable to read it. anyway, enjoy!

pairing: mitch rapp / reader

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Pulling the chair from underneath the table, Y/N set the last box of ammunition on the wooden surface next to the various handguns spread across the table as she sat down. She pushed her hair back behind her ear and sighed, ejecting the magazine from the gun by pressing the button on the side of the hand grip. She inserted the ammunition into the magazine, filling it back up before reinserting it briskly, hearing a clicking noise, which indicated that the magazine was locked in place.

She continued her actions, awaiting to hear the news on her next assignment from Irene Kennedy who was the director of the Counter-terrorism center at the CIA. Y/N had been recruited four years ago as a potential agent, only being twenty one years old. When Irene heard of the young woman and what happened to her as a teenager, she immediately took an interest.

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Opened up Critical Role-based art prompts on twitter and got “Gilmore gets a pet” and “Gilmore has a baby dragon” so I combined the two! I wasn’t sure which colour I preferred so here are both! 

day 18: alya’s notp

When someone sent in the link to the celebrity gossip article with that picture in it, Alya immediately ran out of her house, already calling Marinette on speed dial.

“Do not google Adrien or Ladybug until I get there!” Alya ordered as soon as she heard the phone pick up. She ran down the street, hoping to get to Marinette’s place before—

“Too late,” Marinette replied, voice faint, and Alya cursed.

Finally reaching her destination, Alya flung open the bakery door, shouted “Hi Mme Cheng Hi M. Dupain gottatalktoMarinettebyeeeeeee!” as she shot past the startled customers to reach the house part of the building, took the three flights of stairs two steps at a time, slammed open the trap door to Marinette’s room, and froze at the sight of Marinette curling into herself in front of her computer screen.

A screen which very clearly showed a photo of Ladybug kissing Adrien.

“Oh, Marinette,” Alya sighed. She walked over to her best friend, pulling up a chair next to Marinette, and pulling her into a hug. “Ladybug doesn’t hold a candle to you, girl. You’ll snatch Adrien right up from under her nose.”

Marinette let out a laugh that was on the worrying side of hysterical, burying her head in Alya’s shoulder.

“You don’t believe me?” Alya asked, and petted Marinette when she shook her head no, face and hands still pressed into Alya’s shirt. “Okay, tell me—who’s the one who keeps showering Adrien in gifts?”

“Me,” came the muffled reply.

“Who’s the one who shares Adrien’s taste in music and video games?” Alya continued.

“Me.”

“Who’s the one who destroyed their classmates’ dreams of fame and glory to get a chance at Adrien?”

Marinette snorted before answering, “Me.”

“Who went from snubbing Adrien to completely denying any feelings for him to practising kissing with his magazine photos in one week?

Lifting her head, Marinette glared at Alya with a blush that reached the tips of her ears. “Alya, you promised you wouldn’t bring that up!!”

“Marinette, as the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed, it’s definitely going into my maid of honour speech at your and Adrien’s wedding.”

Groaning at Alya’s snickers, Marinette leaned back in her chair, sliding her eyes to the side to stare at the photo of Ladybug and Adrien.

“She kissed him because he saved someone from an akuma,” Alya offered.

“I know,” says Marinette, before she stiffens. “U-uh because of the article! That I totally read!!” she said, waving her hands.

Alya nodded, trying to think of what else she could say to assure Marinette that all hope wasn’t lost.

Ladybug was an actual, honest-to-goodness superhero, and Adrien seemed really into that kiss, if the after photo of him on knees as he watched Ladybug swing away was any indication.

“Ladybug may have her Lucky Charms, but you got me,” Alya finally said, resting her hands on Marinette’s shoulders. “And believe me, whatever else Ladybug has, it’s nothing compared to you, girl. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, and Adrien is going to fall for you the second you get his attention.”

“Alya…,” Marinette began, sniffing. “You’re pretty amazing too.” She clenched her hands in front of her in determined little fists. It was as inspiring as it was adorable. “Okay! It’s decided! I’ll keep trying to get him to notice me as Marinette!”

“Yeah!” Alya cheered.

“And I’ll definitely print out that photo of Ladybug and Adrien!”

“Y-yeah?”

“And keep it with me for whenever I need inspiration!!”

“Uh…”

By the time Alya gathered her thoughts, Marinette was already halfway to printing the photo.