This is the “free speech bus.” Run by a gaggle of homophobic religious groups, it kicked off a trip on the East Coast this week to try to convince the world that transgender people aren’t real. 

Guess how long it took before it got vandalized: one day. Whoops.

It’s almost as if when you embark on a road trip specifically to harm and dehumanize other people, those people and their friends will push back! Some great observations from Twitter:

Nope. No sympathy for transphobes on wheels. 

Secrets the signs want you to know

Aries: They act like they’re happy with letting people go when in reality, they regret being cold and want those people back. They regret being cold-hearted all the time to the people they care about. 

Taurus: Though depicted as care-free, they fear that people don’t like them in their presence. They fear that they will be easily forgotten and is always worrying if they actually mean anything to anybody.

Gemini: They try really hard to fit in with the rest and be likable by everybody because they can’t bear the idea of being alone. They’d rather change themselves then be alone.

Cancer: Fears that if they don’t please everyone, they will let people down. They feel the need to be a people pleaser to everyone at all times.

Leo: They feel as if they are completely and utterly unlovable and inconsequential. They act tough and careless but are extremely sensitive inside.

Virgo: Tries to appear put together, but can have trouble handling life. They may seem like they have everything under control, but they struggle every hour of the day. It’s hard for them to ask for help.

Libra: Cannot be without someone else because they need to invest on someone else so they don’t have to think about themselves. They don’t know how to deal with their own problems so they just hide them.

Scorpio: They have a great difficulty letting people into their personal life. When people try to show them affection, they only know how to push them away and they fear that one day the people they deeply care about will never come back because they think they hate them.

Sagittarius: They just want to love someone and be loved back. They can’t bear being alone, they feel hopeless and as if they aren’t good enough for anyone.

Capricorn: They as so invested in themselves and trying to reach the top, they fear that once they reach the top they will be alone.

Aquarius: They fear that the way they express emotions is wrong. They get into relationships and don’t feel anything, and they think that something is wrong with them.

Pisces: Are completely lost and don’t know where they are going. They act like everything is under control why have not the slightest idea of how to get it under control.

I miss you
But I shouldn’t
Because we’re told,
Not to miss people that have hurt us
We’re told to move on
But that must mean there’s something wrong with me
Because I miss you so much it hurts
I can’t eat or sleep
You consume my thoughts
We’re not supposed to want those people back
But it’s my little secret,
That I wish every night that you’d come back to me
—  Chapters from my life

If there’s not a moment in Infinity Wars where the avengers are like “The chitauri and those alien people are coming back! We have to fight this huge great threat Thanos guy we’re so unprepared!” I really want a moment where Tony goes “WooOooOOooAh they’re coming back?? There’s a bigger threat out there??? And they’re coming to atTACK EARTH????? WHO would have FUCKING THOUGHT????? WOW COLOR ME SURPRISED.

Dear @markiplier,

I don’t know if you know about what happened on Friday. I woke up early to get the bus to get there “On time” like many others might’ve. Since the line up for your signing wasn’t supposed to be until a hour and a half before as a bunch of people said and in the past the cap was at 200 people. I got there around 9:32 AM just about. We rushed down to the Queue Room as fast as we could go. 

When we got there we discovered that they gave out tickets at 8 am and they were gone by 8:30 am because the Center opened a hour early for some reason. We tried to bargain, we tried to sneak (like a few I know had done who ended up seeing you), we tried so many things to no avail. It felt so unfair that me along with so many others were kicked out because the line up time wasn’t correct for meeting you. 

I was heartbroken, devastated even knowing I could never meet you. I promised so many good friends I’d ask things since they couldn’t go. I had letters, art even one from @simpleagle that I printed out to give you. But I failed my promises. I failed my friends. I failed to be a messenger. I began to sob as I sorted through the pile of things I had printed for you my stuff I drew, wrote and other things my friends made. My face was so red from crying I felt like a idiot in front of all those people waiting for you.

After I came back from getting food my mom was there following the line saying a Enforcer let her in but another came to get out or we’d be flagged to even going near you he sounded almost cheerful saying it. They made us give them our gifts to them because “he wouldn’t care/he won’t even look at it” that hit me with a sinking feeling of dread. 

I don’t know if you will see this @markiplier but hopefully you will. Hopefully others will share this so you can see the mess that happened.

Tomorrow’s Friday. If the president were to rise at dawn and say, “It’s Saturday,” what would be the meaning of that statement? Would his people – those who back him no matter what – check their calendars and convince themselves the calendar they’ve been using is wrong and the leader they adore is right? … This whole thing about President Obama wiretapping Trump is nothing but trumped up nonsense …  The man in the White House is demonstrably capable of making up claims that have no reality. He’s no better than the weirdo in the basement who calls in the fire alarm just to hear the sirens go past.
—  Chris Matthews, yesterday. (Which was Thursday).
Secrets of the Signs

Aries: Can’t handle fighting and losing people. They act like they’re happy to let people go, but in reality they regret fighting and want those people back, they hate loosing people that mean something to them.

Taurus: Is afraid that no one actually wants them around, and that they’re easily forgotten about to the people who mean the most to them, is constantly wondering if they mean anything to anyone.

Gemini: They try so hard to fit in and be friends with everyone they change who they are themselves, but would rather change than be alone, because being alone is extremely scary to them.

Cancer: Tries to act happy all the time. They feel like if they let others see them upset, they’re disappointing them. Needs to make sure everyone around them doesn’t worry about them, no matter what the cost.

Leo: Believes they are unlovable and that everything that goes wrong is their fault. They try to act tough and like they don’t care, but deep inside, they are probably the most sensitive person you will ever Meet.

Virgo: Has trouble handling life. They may seem like they have everything under control and in order, but in reality they have trouble making it every hour of the day. It’s hard for them to stay positive.

Libra: Can’t be without a lover because they need to invest time in others so they don’t have to focus on themselves. Hates having to deal with their own problems so they hide them and pretend everything is fine.

Scorpio: Is scared of getting close to people. They love being trusted by others but have a hard time trusting others. Are afraid one day this will push everyone away but they don’t know how to fix it.

Sagittarius: Wants only love and to be loved. When they aren’t with someone, they start to feel hopeless and like they aren’t good enough for anyone.

Capricorn: Invests themselves in trying to get to the top, so they tend to not have deep connections with anyone. They’re afraid because of this that they’ll be alone forever.

Aquarius: Doesn’t feel emotions like they think they should. They get into relationships and don’t feel anything for awhile, and because of this they believe there’s something wrong with them and hate themselves for it.

Pisces: Actually has no idea what they’re doing in life and day dreams to make themselves feel better. Is lost and confused but acts like they have everything under control and hates asking for help.

What even is the LGBT+ community?

No, seriously, take a second and answer this for me.

What exactly is the LGBT+ community? Is it a physical thing? A metaphorical thing? Is it a place to go? Is it a discussion board? Is it something with a membership card? Is it something you have a badge for? Is it a center to hang out?

What are people trying to “protect”? Trying to keep “ pure”? What “resources” are being “used up” by those “dirty cishet aces/aros” that make you so angry that you gotta make side blogs and long posts and hateful messages?

And why are suddenly sga and trans people so similar in the ace discourse? Why is it “their problems”? What are “their” problems as a collective? What does a cis sga person know about transphobia? Does being in the LGBT+ community give them a stage in that discussion? No? Then the LGBT+ community isn’t fighting transphobia - the transgender community is. So why aren’t cishet aces/aros allowed if they don’t experience homophobia or transphobia? Because you want to disregard one of their identities because you don’t like the others? Do we disregard homophobic transgender people and transphobic sga people too? Why are y’all so obsessed with dividing the grey community? Why can’t you just see asexuals and aromantics? Why do they have to be the “right” kind for you to even have problems? Why do you spend so much time telling asexuals and aromantics that they’ re problems mean nothing? Why do you do the exact thing that society does to us, then turn around and say that we mean shit to you?

Is it systematic oppression? Basing an entire community on the level of oppression one can have enacted on them? And what about if they’re closeted? Passing? Do you exclude those people or have it in the back of your minds - their minds - that one day, one day they’ll be open and oppressed? Is that the kind of mentality you based the LGBT+ community on? That, yes, we’ re oppressed, but at least we’re oppressed together?

I thought the LGBT+ community was for finding a place to have pride in an orientation and identity that is not normalized in society. I thought it was a safe community to talk about problems that cisheteronormativity pushed on us.

What is it then, if not that?

happy thoughts:

sana reconnecting back with people due to misunderstandings between them. (jamilla and isak).

sana helping people reconnect with one another again due to misunderstandings between them (even and the balloon squad).

and in turn, those people help her reconnect back with her best friends due to misunderstandings between them (the girl squad).

Just once, just one time, I want Mandy and Mickey to get a break. Mandy was raped by her own father. That same father that had someone rape Mickey. Both have said I love you to people, even though it’s pretty clear those words weren’t spoken enough in their home, just for those people not to say it back. One is escorting and the other is about to be on the run. The direction of their characters breaks my heart. For once, just let them be okay. The Gallagher’s aren’t the only ones worthy of some semblance of happiness.
It Isn’t Love || Seungcheol || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 //

Word Count: 3862

Genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Summary: In order to solidify and further prove the alliance of two kingdoms, the Choi Kingdom had decided to arrange a marriage between their kingdom and the Lee Kingdom. It was a great plan! Now, if only the two parties personally involved were willing…

Three sets of horses pulled up at the palace gates. The leader of the group, the second prince of this kingdom, pulled at the reins of his horse, halting the group as they watched a procession make its way through the gates first. He raised an eyebrow, watching in silence until he heard one of his men urging him to get off the horse. He slipped off, handing the reins to a nearby stable boy and he frowned, turning his aide-de-camp.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you talk about influencers as if you aren't one? The dumb name aside, seems like what you guys do these has way more in common with video game youtubers than stuff like IGN, Gamespot, Kotaku etc.

If you can’t take one look at the word “influencer” and hear the way businesses use it and not understand why one might want to poke fun at it then I don’t know what to tell you.

Being influential is one thing. I’ve been doing this for a pretty long time and have heard plenty of people say that they’re influenced by the work that we do. I take that influence seriously and try to do right by those people. That’s something that probably hearkens back to the way more traditional press outlets did things, even though we kinda straddle the line between traditional press and entertainment.

It also means that I’m not out here seeking brand deals and spamming #ad stuff all over social media. Even in the case of podcast ads I refrain from any kind of personal endorsement of those products, and we shoot down any game ads for the podcast. It means I’d rather not have “buy it now” referral links showing up automatically under my Twitch streams, because I don’t want people to think that me playing a game is an automatic endorsement of that game’s quality.

 If you can’t see the difference between what I do and that other stuff then I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe we should just cash in and start loving every single thing that comes across our desks? I mean, clearly you don’t value the work we put into running a business that lets us stay away from that stuff, right?

I don’t begrudge anyone that’s out there on that path, but I don’t think it’s for me.

Big Bang's reactions to their sassy gf

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Thank you all for waiting for my late update! I’ve benn studying hard and taking those tests seriously. I only have 3 more to go. I hope you are doing good in school/ work too~

Thank you again for reading my reactions!

You were outside at the party and had a lot of fun when a woman came and started talking with you. He was next to you talking to her boyfriend and drinking wine together. He was smiling and having fun but you had some difficult with understanding what that woman wants from you. When her boyfriend and T.O.P were looking away or weren’t near she just started talking how she uses her boyfriend only for money and then when they came back she started talking how great he is and how he treats her well. You had enough listening to her and when they came back you said:
“Sweetie, if you’re gonna be two faced at least make one of them pretty.”
The woman and her boyfriend offended walked away and T.O.P scolded you for saying such mean things to a person but in the car later he laughed so hard you couldn’t stop him. He really adored your sarcasm and your sassy attitude. He especially liked when you would reply to mean comments with your swag and make those people take back his words. He was happy because you were sassy you didn’t let other people judge you or make bad comments about you.

Originally posted by tabi-ears

Jiyong just came home late at night from the airport where he flew from the USA. He was really tired and because of his work he was a little depressed. You really wanted to cheer him up so you made him the best coffee and let him tell you about his business trip. He also brought you a gift, a shirt with a caption ‘swag’ on it. He was glad you liked it but he was exhausted so you let him go shower. Right before he went to bed you wishpered to him:
“Don’t be ashamed of who you are. That’s your parents job.”
When you said that to him he smiled and kissed you on your cheeks. He remembered why he loves you so much- because of your awful sarcastic jokes and amazing love you always showed him. He fell asleep hugging you and with a shining smile on his face. 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

You were working on your college studying and took a short break when he came home. He told you how your studying is important to him and how you must be successful in college so you will get a good job. He kept saying how proud will he be if you get A’s on the tests. He kept worrying about the marks you’ll get and it was getting pretty annoying to you. While you ate a strawberry in kitchen he came again and you put your finger to his mouth to keep him shut.
“The only BS in my life are bags and shoes.”
He was quite surprised by your words and he understood he might be too annoying with all those words but he still laughed at the sarcastic voice of yours, because he thought it was funny. He thought it was funny and cute when you made sassy statements like those. 

Originally posted by sofiatherese92

After your busy day at work you came home finding Daesung playing drums. When he saw you came home he started a conversation. You were always happy to talk with him and see him but today was one of your bad days. You did talk with him and when he inturrupted you sentance and spoke on you stared at him for a moment and than added:
“Oh, I’m sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt your begining?”
He was offended by your words and apologized for interrupting your talking. He felt bad because of that and went in the bedroom to chill and relax. He kept thinking why you would get so upset over such a thing, although it was rude. You realized your words may have been too much and apologized to him too.

Originally posted by y0226d

You are both a king and a queen of sass. He always got your sassy statements about clothes or movies. As you were walking in the shopping mall you saw some cute dresses and ordered him to tell you how you look. You predicted he wouldn’t like shopping a lot but he was just fine watching you in a different dresses. One was glittery and another one was all pink. He said both suits you but the pink one is sexier.
“Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins”
He couldn’t help but to cringe at your statement. He was proud you realized how beautiful you are and to make sure everyone else sees that he bought you the pink dress, because you already have enough glitter in you veins

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

One more night.

Hey! I love your blog, I read it all the time! Would you be able to do like a sexual tension one with Daryl? They’re so hard to find these days, kind of like enemies to friends to lovers type??

–this is super long–

I hope you like it! 💕

You had been with the Saviours since the world turned to this. You were one of Negan’s top guys, he took you with him every time he visited a new community or needed people to fight against other groups who thought they stood a chance against you.

One day, Negan gathered a team to block certain roads he had marked on a map, and he took you with them. He had been talking about a group, the same group that killed dozens of your people, your best friend amongst them. If Negan wanted you to tear this group apart, you would definitely kill whomever he needed to be killed.

You stood next to Dwight when Simon told him to open the van, but you didn’t let him do it, you pushed him aside with your shoulder and he stumbled back. You opened the back door and pulled every single one of those people violently to the ground.

“He’s hurt”, Dwight told you before you could pull the last person out of the van.

He did look hurt, his face didn’t look healthier than a walker’s and he had a blanket wrapped around his body, looking like a terribly ill person. However, you didn’t care. His group had killed your people, your best friend, the woman that had saved you and helped you survive in this world. Even if it was for a second, you wanted him to feel the same pain that had stabbed you in the gut when you found out that your best friend was dead.

The man grunted in pain when you threw him to the ground and you smiled to yourself.

After Negan walked out of that piece of shit they had been driving, gave them the usual speech and beat two people to death, he took the leader of the group for a few hours and you were left in charge. Not Simon, not Dwight, you.

“Get some guns to the back of their heads”, you ordered them and the Saviours did as you said, although Dwight wasn’t sure why you gave that order.

“What are you doing?”, he whispered. “Negan didn’t say to do that.”

“Negan left me in charge, didn’t he?”, you arched an eyebrow and grinned smugly  at Dwight, he only nodded.

A sobbing woman collapsed to the ground, her shoulders were still shaking so you knew she hadn’t passed out as you had assumed.

“Get up”, you ordered calmly, but she didn’t listen. “I said: get up.”

She stayed on the ground, but raised her face. You tried to contain your anger at being disobeyed, but then you remembered who were this people and what they had done, so you just let your anger find its way out.

“Get the fuck up!”, you yelled at her. The injured man got on his feet and his blanket fell to the ground, he stood in his place but looked right at you.

“Why’re you doin’ this?”, he asked in a violent voice. You raised your eyebrows at his question, surprised at his boldness, and chuckled grimly.

“You’re not really asking that, are you?”, you walked towards him, but he only looked back at you defiantly. “Because you killed a lot of our people, a whole fucking lot of our people.”

He didn’t say anything, but his stare was still hard on yours.

“Now get back on the ground or I’ll kill one more of your friends”, you threatened and he stayed still for a moment, then he sat on the ground again.

Negan returned once dawn was breaking, he was holding the leader of the group from the collar of his shirt and threw him right in front of his people.

“(Y/N)”, Negan called you. “Did any of these fine people here misbehaved?”

You turned to look at the man who had confronted you, but you shook your head at Negan’s question.

“Good”, he chuckled and continued to torture the leader. He even used his son as a way of breaking him, you thought he was being too hard on them by using a kid like that, but now that he was back, he was the one in charge.

You looked away and met the eyes of the injured man, he was looking at you with hatred in his stare through the dirty locks of hair that hung over his face. Your eyes wandered down his body, travelling down his bare arms and his chest, as a few buttons of his shirt had fallen when you pushed him down the van; every inch of his body radiated anger, you could almost feel the heat of his hatred pouring out his pores as he looked at you.

“Dwight”, Negan’s voice pulled you out of that moment. You turned your head to look at him and saw him pointing Lucille at the man. “Load him up.”

Load him up? Why did he even want him? What was he planning on doing with him?

Dwight grabbed that man and dragged him back inside the van you had pulled him out of last night.

“(Y/N)”, Negan called you. “Get in that van and drive him back to the compound.”

You nodded and got inside the vehicle, sitting on the passenger seat and staring at the morning light falling on the forest, wondering if you could fulfil Negan’s order before you killed the man inside the van. You shook your head, refusing to obey one of his orders wasn’t a smart thing to do, and the fear of getting your face burnt with an iron was bigger than your desire to kill those people.

You drove back to the Sanctuary and jumped out of the van as soon as you had parked, you walked to the back and opened the door to pull that man out of the vehicle. He was sitting down, his eyes lost on the metal box and his skin as pale as that of the walkers’ inside the cage.

You grabbed the man by his shit and threw him to the floor. He grunted and got on his feet quickly, trying to recover his balance. You kicked him in the stomach and he tumbled down, hitting the ground loudly.

“Simon, take him to his cell”, Negan ordered as he got out of his truck.

“I’ll take him”, you told him, picking up the man from the collar of his shirt.

“Seriously?”, Negan walked towards you. “I mean, are you sure you can handle him, sweetheart?”

You felt a little offended at his words, so to show Negan you could handle him, you made the man drop to the ground again by kicking him on the knees and dragging him all the way from the gates to his cell.

Negan chuckled as he watched you, he was never disappointed in what you could do.

You opened the grey door and pushed him inside. You noticed he had blood on his knees and on the palms of his hands, he had a look of sorrow in his eyes, the same look you had been having since your friend died. You suddenly realised that he had witnessed two of his friends dying, and judging by the look on his face while that happened, they were close friends. But you couldn’t feel sorry for him, he had done worse than what Negan did to them.

“You deserve this”, you murmured as you closed the door. “And more.”

As you laid on your bed that night, you couldn’t take your mind off of that man. You had been broken when you found out about your best friend’s death, but that man had seen them being beaten to death, their brains splattered on the ground and their blood flying in the air each time Negan swung Lucille.
Maybe you had let your anger control your actions when you hurt him like that, making his knees and hands bleed through rocks and glass and metal on the ground as you dragged him.
It didn’t matter, though, you didn’t get to decided his fate. Negan did.

The next morning you woke up unwillingly, you had only slept a couple of hours but it had felt like five minutes to you. However, you took a shower and got dressed, ready to go to work.

“(Y/N)”, Negan greeted as he walked down the hall and you walked out of your room, you dropped to your knees but he signalled you to get up, so you did. “We’re going to the Hilltop today.”

“Good, I’ll just go get my-“

“No, we’re going”, he corrected. “I want you to stay and check on that Daryl guy.”

“Who?”, you asked. You had been so submerged on your hatred the day before, that you had completely missed his name.

“The guy we brought here yesterday”, he elaborated. “Keep an eye on him.”

“But-“, you tried to fight it, you liked going to the Hilltop because you had made some friends there, and staying in the Sanctuary to babysit a guy you didn’t even like wasn’t something you wanted to do.

“You can handle him, right?”, he arched an eyebrow and smirked. You sighed in defeat and nodded. He walked away and you saw a few men and women walking behind him, holding their guns and holding the car keys, those were the people he was taking to the Hilltop this time. Lucky bastards.


You opened the grey door of his cell and placed a paper plate with a sandwich of dog food that you had prepared for him. He took it quickly and devoured it in a second. You noticed that he was naked, probably some kind of attempt at humiliation from one of Negan’s men. The light from outside casted shadows on his body, making his muscles more evident for you. His broad shoulders and strong arms bounced with each bite he took of that nasty sandwich you had made for him.

You took your eyes off of him and saw a polaroid picture on the floor, next to him. A polaroid picture could only mean one thing at the Sanctuary, and you wondered who had given it to him.

You bent over to pick up the picture and he turned his head to look at you. His eyes were swollen and his dark circles were now red, you realised he had been crying. You felt bad for him, giving him that picture was a kind of torture you hadn’t even thought yourself.

“Who’s this?”, you asked him as you took the picture. He didn’t say anything, he turned around, letting his bare back be only part of him that you could see and every muscle in his back strained as he turned around. “Number one or number two?”

He lowered his head and curled closer to the corner of the room. You exhaled sharply and rubbed your forehead with two fingers.

“I’m sorry about that”, you said after realising you were being too hard on him. “I know what it’s like to lose people.”
He got on his feet and turned around to look at you. He seemed angry.

“We killed your people, I get it”, he said. “But I bet they were just soldiers, more men working for you here, they ain’t your family or your friends.”

You pushed him against a wall and took your gun out, your right hand was wrapped around his throat and your left one was holding the gun that you pointed at his head.

“You don’t know a thing about me, so I suggest you shut the fuck up”, you threatened through gritted teeth.

He only looked back at you until you released your grasp on him. You walked out of his cell and locked it again, rattling the keys angrily as you did it.

In that moment, you might had seemed like the worst enemies, but there wasn’t another moment when Daryl and you had been more alike. You were two people, hurt by the death of their friends, feeling lonely and guilty and a hundred other emotions that were too hard to understand. However, you had a hard time trying to empathise with him, and every time you tried, the thought of him killing your friend came back to your mind.


Fat Joey was never the careful or responsible kind, he went to Daryl’s cell to drop his lunch and forgot to lock the door when he left. Daryl considered his options, that would either be a trap or just carelessness from the Saviour.

However, he decided to act quickly and he just left. He walked cautiously down the hall, hiding behind walls and doors each time he heard someone approaching. The voices became louder as three men were about to turn on the corner of the hall, right towards Daryl. He panicked, as there was no place to hide. He opened one of the doors and entered quickly, shutting it behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”, you screamed as you saw him in your room. You had just taken a shower and your towel was on the floor, you dropped to your knees and patted the floor desperately, looking for it. You picked up the towel and held it over your body, trying to cover yourself up.

Daryl was just standing there, looking at you. His eyes travelling down your body for only a couple of seconds, then he looked away.

“Get out!”, you ordered, but he didn’t obey. “Didn’t you hear me? I said: get out! Now!”

You didn’t even care that he had escaped his cell, the only thing that mattered was that he was in your room and you were naked. The heat on your face was burning your skin, your cheeks beaming with colour.

Daryl opened the door and left, you didn’t know how he had escaped, but you knew for sure that he wouldn’t get that far.

You sat on your bed and, before you put your clothes on, you thought about that moment. Daryl saw you naked, the last person you wanted to even look at you, had watched you jumping in surprise and dropping to your knees and moving on the floor as you searched for your towel, all of that while being completely naked. Yet you didn’t feel angry, and you found yourself embarrassed at wishing that that moment had lasted longer.


A couple of days went by and Negan hadn’t asked you to go check on Daryl, he had given that task to Fat Joey instead, but after his screw-up, he gave the job to Dwight.

But you wanted to see him. In that whole place full of people you had been living with, Daryl was the only one who understood what it was like to have someone taken away from you.

You stood in front of his door in the morning. Very few people were awake, but none of those people cared about Daryl or whatever happened near his cell, so you opened the door and entered.

You could see him under the weak light that filtered from the lamps in the hall, he had wounds and bruises on his face, and he was leaning on the wall with his head down.

“Daryl, right?”, you called and asked if that was his name, at least that’s the name Negan had used on him. You closed the door, so you couldn’t see him anymore. “I’m not gonna hurt you, at least not right now.”

He didn’t say anything, and judging by the silence that had flooded the cell, he wasn’t moving either.

“I’m sorry about your friends”, you murmured sincerely, yet he remained quiet. “I’ve lost people too.”

“Who?”, he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. You jolted slightly at the sudden sound of his voice, but you answered.

“A woman, she…”, you stopped talking as your voice was breaking, you cleared your throat and proceeded. “She was my best friend. And now she’s dead.”

“How?”, his question was simple but answering was not. You were sure that a part of him knew how your friend had died, maybe he was just trying to hurt you.

“You killed her”, you said dryly. “Or your friends.”

“I’m sorry”, he told you and it sounded genuine. You frowned, those were probably the last words you expected to hear from him.

“Are you?”

“Killing them people did nothing for us”, he said. “It only got our own people killed.”

“Were you close?”, you asked.

“Yeah”, was his only answer, but you didn’t need more. His voice, the tone he had used, the single word reply had been enough to tell you that he was devastated about the death of the two men. “Were you? With your friend?”

“Yes, very close”, you felt a twinge of sadness in your chest as your mind went through all those memories you had with her.

You talked about your friends for a few more minutes, then the conversation turned to yourselves and how you had survived all this time. He even asked you how you had come to be in Negan’s group, since he thought you weren’t a bad person. You asked him how he ended up with a group that murdered dozens of people in their sleep, and the talk became a little more tense.

However, everyday you spent a while in his cell, he expected your visit each day around the same time, which was always at sunset, when the guards got hungry and went for dinner, and the people int he halls were tired and went to their rooms.

Things with Daryl weren’t as bad now, you two understood each other perfectly. His people had killed your people and your people had killed his people, and unexpectedly, that brought you together. You didn’t hate him anymore, even if you did feel that your best friend’s death had been somewhat his fault, yet you wanted him, more than you wanted to admit, and he wanted you just as much.

One night, after visiting him, you headed back to your room, but before you could get there, Negan appeared in front of you.
“Where you’ve been?”, he asked. You were surprised to see him there, but even more to hear him asking you that. He had surely seen you leaving Daryl’s cell.

“I-I was, I mean, like, right now?”, you stuttered and moved your hands as you spoke. Negan chuckled bitterly for a second, but then any trace of amusement left his voice.

“You’ve been seeing that Daryl guy, haven’t you?”, his face was stern and a twinge of anger hid behind his voice, you couldn’t help but feel a little afraid.

“No, I mean, I’ve been keeping an eye on him like you ordered, if that’s what you’re asking me”, you said nervously.

“That’s not your job anymore”, he took a step closer to you until his lips were close to your ear, so he could speak and no one but you could hear. “I don’t want to see you in that cell again, I don’t want you talking to him, I don’t want you fucking him, not even looking at him.”

Your breathing became heavier as you heard him speak, you had always pitied those who disobeyed Negan, but now you were in that list.  

“Do you understand?”, he took his face away from yours and stepped back. You didn’t answer, you were still trying to process the fact that he had been speaking to you so close that his breath had touched the inside of your ear. He cupped his hand inside his ear and raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Y-yes”, you answered at last.

“Good, and you know better than anyone, I’m everywhere”, he smirked and winked at you, then he walked away.

You exhaled deeply, relieved that he was gone, and you went back to your room. You took your clothes off and just left your underwear on, then you put an oversized t-shirt on, that was pretty much what you wore every night for sleeping.

As you laid in bed, all you could think about was Daryl. You tossed and turned in bed, trying to shake him out, but he refused to leave. You wanted him so bad, the fact that he was a murderer had become so exciting for you, and you remembered how he looked the first time you had dropped food for him, he had been completely naked. His warm skin was sweaty and shiny, you had wanted to run your hands down his entire body and you wanted to do the same now.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, so you pushed the sheets off of you and got on your feet immediately, but you suddenly stopped. You remembered that Negan had warned you not to go anywhere near Daryl’s cell, but you figured that one more night wouldn’t hurt anyone.

You were one of Negan’s “top guys”, so you knew exactly were the people who watched the halls would be at that time. You travelled carefully down the halls with your nightwear, you didn’t care anymore if someone saw you like that, all you wanted was to get to Daryl’s cell.

There was no one guarding the door and you had a set of keys, so you opened it and entered quickly.

“(Y/N)?”, he called from the other side of the cell.

“Yeah, it’s me”, you said between breaths. You heard him walking closer to you.

“What’re you doing here?”, he asked, you heard him louder this time since he was only a few steps away from you.

“I just- I couldn’t sleep”, you told him. The darkness in the room didn’t allow him to see the radish shade that had climbed to your cheeks. “And I think it’s because of you.”

“Me?”, he asked gruffly.

“Yeah, I just can’t stop thinking about you”, you confessed.

You raised your hands and tried to find him, you stretched your arm completely and felt his chest in the palm of your hand. You walked in that direction and placed both of your hands on his chest, feeling the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“I’m not supposed to be here, you know?”, you told him seductively.

“Why?”, he asked huskily.

“Negan told me to stop coming here”, you sighed.

“Then why are you here?”, his voice wasn’t aggressive but it was low and hoarse.

“Because I don’t want to stop coming here”, you smirked but he couldn’t see it.

“They could’ve see ya.”

“I don’t care”, you blurted out.

“You don’t care?”

“No, ‘cause I just want you.”

You took the step that separated you two and tucked your hands under his sweatshirt, feeling that warm skin that you were longing to touch. He didn’t move or say anything, he just remained still and you could feel that his heart was pounding faster.

You felt a sheen layer of sweat on his body and it only made you want him even more, you pulled the sweatshirt over his body and he helped you with it, pulling the hem of it over his head, and you finally knew for sure that he wanted you too.

Your hands fell from his chest to the waistband of his pants, you started to pull it down, teasing the skin of his hips as you did and grazing his crotch your fingertips. His muscles clenched when you touched him there, but he wanted more.

Daryl placed his hands awkwardly on your butt and noticed you were wearing nothing but panties on your lower body, you arched your back and pushed your butt out to let him feel it better, then you pulled his pants all the way down and he kicked them off his ankles.

You couldn’t see him, but you felt him breathing and shuddering under your touch, he was also touching you, but his hands were only set on your butt.

“I want you to fuck me, Daryl”, you whispered breathily and wrapped your hand around his cock.

“A’ight”, he said huskily and cupped one side of your face with his hand, he slightly tilted it back and buried his face in your neck, grazing his nose on it and taking a bit of your skin between his teeth. The sound of your moans only made him harder, because he knew that the pleasure you were starting to feel was just for him.

When his teeth let go of your skin, you found yourself wanting more, so you pushed him against the wall and pinned his wrists at the level of his head.

Daryl grunted and released one of his wrists from your grasp, he put his hand on your lower back and pulled you closer to him. He felt the fabric of your shirt there, so he grabbed it strongly and pulled hard, trying to rip it off of you.

You took your hands to his and stopped him for destroying your shirt, you pulled it over your head instead. Daryl took his hands to your bra and pulled the straps down, then he massaged your nipples over the cups. You unclasped it and it fell to the floor, now Daryl was touching your bare skin and nipping your boobs.

However, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted, needed him inside you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself up, hooking your legs around his waist; to keep your balance, you slammed your hands on the wall on either side of his head. You started shoving your hips against his stomach, and he used one hand on your butt to keep you in place and the other to wander up your thigh.

When his fingers found your centre, you rocked your hips so they would sink in deeper. Daryl felt his fingers moistening as he buried them inside of you and your voice becoming raspier as you moaned for him.

“Daryl”, you called him between moans. “Just fuck me. Now.”

He didn’t need to hear it again, he placed his hands on your waist and positioned you at the level of his cock, you wrapped your legs more tightly around his torso.

Daryl kept his hands firmly on your waist, making you stay in place, and he moved forward. You whimpered when you felt his cock inside of you for the first time, yet it only left you wanting more. You shoved your hips together at a quicker pace, making him grunt in pleasure and rake his nails down your waist. You wanted to scream each time his cock hit your clit, but you didn’t want someone outside to find out about what was going on in there. As Negan had told you, he was everywhere.

Daryl sank his face to your chest and bit your collarbones, still thrusting inside of you. You stroked his hair and pulled it, grinding your hips together. His face fell down to your bouncing breasts, nuzzling them and running his tongue around your nipples, you whimpered when you felt his teeth nipping on it, it was slightly painful but it felt so awfully good.

A strike of electricity built up in your stomach and made your muscles clench, you felt your body going weak as you panted.

You felt him starting to go tense as his pace became slower, he knew what was about to happen, so he grabbed your hips and pulled himself out of you.

He put you on the floor, but your ankles were too weak to hold your weight, so you almost fell but Daryl held you in his arms.

“I have to go now”, you said, trying to recover your breath. You dropped to your knees and gently pushed his arms away from you, you trailed your hands down the floor as you searched for you clothes. Once you found them, you put them on quickly and headed towards the door, it also took you a while to find that one.

You opened the door and squinted your eyes at the sudden light that hit your eyes in contrast to the darkness in Daryl’s cell. You turned back to the cell and saw Daryl standing with his back against the wall, he was still naked and with a layer of sweat on his entire body.

He didn’t turn to look at you before you closed the door, he just stared at the wall on the opposite side through the wet strands of hair that fell over his eyes.

You shut the door and used your keys to lock it, trying not to make noise as they rattled, then you walked back to your room.

Hey Regina,

Y'know what’d be a really great start to actual redemption? Finding all those people whose hearts you have in boxes (your “enemies’ hearts”…) and giving 👏🏼 them 👏🏼 back.

In all likelihood, those people were brought across with your curse and are walking around Storybrooke without their hearts. If you want to actually work for your redemption, like you seem to think you already have, then how about you go find all those people and give them their hearts back?

That would be an act suggesting you do want to actively earn redemption. Rolling your eyes and huffing at the inconvenience of being reminded of your past deeds doesn’t constitute as working for it.

So, how about you go out and give those hearts back and maybe we can start to believe you want redemption for the right reasons and are willing to own your past, rather than simply justifying and excusing everything you did. That’s not redemption. And you’re nowhere near redeemed. You’ve barely even started (‘not killing people on a whim’ doesn’t count, FYI.)

People who are fed up with you being Mary-Sue’d and whitewashed while others (*cough* Killian Jones *cough*) work their sexy little butts off against a tide of self-loathing to change and earn their redemption.


I don’t want to add my opinion into this massive shitstorm because all of this is becoming a little too much for me and I can’t take it…..

But I at least have to say this. 

Sean did not backstab Felix. 

If acknowledging the fact that your friend messed up, while still being there for them, is backstabbing, then….you may need to look up what a friend is. 

Now if Sean just straight up denounced Felix and completed separated himself from him, then that’s a whole other story, but that’s not what happened. Sean stood by his word that Felix was a decent person who messed up and now has to face the consequences, whatever they are. He even said that he was still there for him. I can see how some might see that as him “throwing Felix under the bus”, but…..if your friend messes up, you can’t ignore it like that. You just can’t. It’s a tough situation to be in. 

Yes, I understand that he didn’t go enough into the media side of it in the video, but enough people have covered that topic pretty well, and he wasn’t defending what they did exactly. He was saying that the media could do what they did, which doesn’t mean he agrees with it (and he doesn’t). You can understand something but not agree with it. For some reason, that’s hard for people to understand….

Could he have elaborated more and been clearer on that? Yes, of course, that would have helped a lot, but making a perfect video that perfectly explains everything you want to say is damn near impossible. If you’re someone who hasn’t watched a lot of his videos, or you already don’t like him, it’s easy for you to misinterpret this as him being “too lenient” on the media. And I get that, because he focused more on Felix than the media, it looks like he’s taking sides. The “wrong” side. 

You don’t always have to take a side. Not every “fight” requires you to take a side. And if you don’t choose, it doesn’t mean you’re abandoning someone or you’re too afraid. Being able to see and understand both sides, and acknowledge the faults in both without needing to declare one a “winner”, is not a bad thing. And it doesn’t mean that you can’t still be there for one of the sides. 

And before you say it, I have watched Sean for a while and it is possible I’m biased because of it. But if I see someone mess up no matter who it is, I will speak up about it. Sean has made mistakes in the past, I know he has, but sharing your balanced opinion is not a mistake. So I’m going to defend him. 

Of course, I’m just a person on the internet, so what do I really know about the situation, but I could say the same to you: You can’t tell someone how they should react to something. Felix hasn’t said anything on the matter yet, if at all, so we don’t know how he reacted to this. From Sean’s tumblr post last night, I would like to think that Felix didn’t react as harshly as some other people did. 

And to those people, I say: Back. Off. 

Opinions exist for a reason, so allow people to share theirs and don’t try to force them to change it.

I’m not trying to start something, but I woke up this morning to Sean’s tweets saying that he regretted his video, and it broke my heart. I was so proud of Sean for saying what he did– for proving that you can be a good friend while also saying that your friend made a mistake– but then everyone took it way too far and started oversimplifying things and making generalizations. That’s not okay, and I won’t stand for that.

You can’t bully someone into retracting an opinion that they believe in. 

Just stop it.


And Sean (@therealjacksepticeye), I’m sure I’m not the only one who is here for you if you need it. Your opinion is not wrong, and people can’t pressure you to change it like this. 

We’re here. 

(I know I didn’t address everything, but I don’t feel like writing a novel. I’m also so tired of this, and I want it all to end.)

anonymous asked:

Tbh scientificaly there are only two genders and only two sex. Sex = penis or vagina. and in the rare case that you're intersex, that doesn't mean you're a third sex or gender. It means you're internal reproductive organs differ from your external reproductive organs. By calling yourself gender fluid, non-binary, other kin, gender fuck, agender, greygender you're dimeaning actual trans ecperiences people face in regards to gender dysphoria and bullying. It's disrispectful and invalid. pt 1

(it’s a trilogy, guys, i am going to add the other two messages here:

the fact that 14 year olds on tumblr invented thenew genders rles than a decade ago shows how invalid this argument is. Gender isn’t a social construct. Expectations of gender is. To put it simble stuff like boys like blue girl like pink girls wear dresses and skirts boys wear pants and shits and shit like that. THATS  a fucking social construcing. I feel so sorry for all the tom boys are tom girl that you’re comfusing. They might think they’re not one of the made up genders just beacuse pt 2            

they differ from their gender rolls. Also don’t you think it’s a bit of a coinscedince that these genders have NO bases. You guys don’t medialy transition you’re not diagnosed with gender dysphoria, all the made up genders are based on the existing 2 genders if not then they’re either based on not having a gender at all or being both (girl boy/ male female). I cba doing this because it’s so obviouse. just please face reality because its getting so annoy to listen to you about first world problem  pt 3

Okay so *cough* a word from the second world country over here *cough*

As far as I understand you have a problem with the idea that there are more than two options out there to “fit into”? And I get that, I do - growing up in a society that tells you constantly that you can only ever choose between two opposite options can take away from the flexibility of the mind to think for itself. That is why it is a good idea to educate yourself by reading about gender studies by sociologists and sexologists and not self-proclaimed scientists on the internet. So let’s get back to the idea that gender and how we as humans express it is a social construct and why it is in no way invalidating anyone’s self expression but on the contrary giving people the freedom to be whoever they want to be.

The gender role theory, considered by Alsop, Fitzsimons and Lennon (2002) is an early form of social constructionism. Social constructionism, briefly, is the concept that there are many things that people “know” or take to be “reality” that are at least partially, if not completely, socially situated. For example, Harvard psychologist Steven Pinker writes that “some categories really are social constructions: they exist only because people tacitly agree to act as if they exist.”

Gender, according to West and Zimmerman, is not a personal trait; it is “an emergent feature of social situations: both as an outcome of and a rationale for various social arrangements, and as a means of legitimating one of the most fundamental divisions of society.”

Doing gender according to west and Zimmerman “is to advance a new trap house understanding of gender as a routine accomplishment embedded in every day interaction”. Essentially, West and Zimmerman argued that gender is something that humans created. As humans, we have categorized and defined many aspects of life. If someone was not in favor of their gender role or did something that was not deemed “correct” for that gender this person would be committing an act of social deviance.

And I assure you Alsop, Fitzsimons and Lennon were not 14 when they were writing “Theorizing Gender” and neither were West and Zimmerman when they published “Doing Gender” in 1987 but still I do not get your ageism towards the young. How are the opinions of 14 year old people any less valid than those of older people?

Anyway, let’s get back to our “gender rolls”.

From someone who took a gender studies course: “It’s less that they’re saying, "society completely invented gender” and more “gender exists only on a social level, therefore it is mutable.” In other words, instinct is biological, but instinct can be ignored/overwritten. To me, I’ve always seen postmodernism as being about how there ARE NO incontrovertible truths, even if we want to believe people fit into these neat little categories, they don’t, because THOSE CATEGORIES are constructs. The traits by which we categorize may be biological, but the categories themselves are not.”

In other words, gender is a performance; it’s what you do at particular times, rather than a universal who you are. Judith Butler argues that we all put on a gender performance, whether traditional or not, and so it is not a question of whether to do a gender performance, but what form that performance will take. By choosing to be different about it, we might work to change gender norms and the binary understanding of masculinity and femininity. This idea of identity as free-floating, as not connected to an ‘essence’, but instead a performance, is one of the key ideas in queer theory.

Additionally, these categories are culturally constructed since they are fluid. What it means to be a “man” and “woman” have changed in the last 50 years alone. There is no denying gender roles changed and thus accept that these are things that societies construct. While sex is pre-determined, even though that can change, gender changes.

So yes, things change. Remember, for example, how homosexuality was considered a mental illness until 1973? And how homosexual people had to fight to prove they were just as “normal” as heterosexuals? Also how even before that some sexologists started studying sexuality properly and then we accepted the Kinsey scale and the idea that sexuality was in fact a spectrum? And then we ended up adding a couple of new letters to the LG making it LGBTQA+ plus all the non-binary categories? You know why? Because people are ever-changing creatures, we learn, we discover new things about ourselves and we want to be heard and accepted.

And hey, here we are again 44 years later and you’re telling me I should stop trying to explore my identity and just stick to what’s “normal” and okay. Because it annoys you.

So in the end the only person who is demeaning other people’s experiences and identities by making them seem invalid is you.

I really don’t think pewdiepie is a nazi.

This is getting ridiculous.

Were his jokes in HELLA bad taste, yes.

Did he make sure those people got their jobs back on that website? Yes.

Does he do a bunch of charity work and make a wish visits. Yes.

Will we hear about any of the good he does? No.

I don’t think he’s a bad fella.

Just did something really, really stupid.

I think youtube is going to be more effected by this than he is in all honesty.

He’s pretty much the only reason people have youtube red and cancelling his show….ehhhh

But seriously.

I do not agree with the things he said, but I don’t think his show should be cancelled and the season not shown.

OH BOY ANONS ok so remember how i made that post about wanting to start a very long project? The crime boss/journalist AU is the very long project. I have a lot of thoughts swirling around me head for it right now but I might find it difficult to convey them in a succinct way so I’ll just give you a few, I hope this satisfies!!

Yuuri first goes to Viktor because he thinks Viktor’s group is behind the disappearance of one of his coworkers (JJ, probably, because he’s the one I’ll miss least) and Viktor basically tells him that his people wouldn’t have any reason to make a guy like JJ disappear. Yuuri doesn’t really believe him.

Viktor comes to him a few days later and explains that one of his informants has come to him with information that Yuuri might find interesting; apparently, one of the rival families in the area has been making noise about a guy they have in a basement somewhere. Viktor does’t know where, but it might be JJ. 

They track down the basement. No JJ.

Yuuri is frustrated and asks Viktor what he thinks he’s playing at. Viktor defends himself by explaining the way that he operates his people. 

“We don’t hurt children. We don’t hurt spouses. If we have a bone to pick with someone, we pick it with them, not with anyone even tangentially related. There aren’t a lot of families who operate that way. They’re fucking cowards, Yuuri. Cowards and criminals.”

You’re a criminal,” Yuuri mutters, refusing to look at Viktor and instead focusing on the food Viktor insisted on buying him. He isn’t really hungry, the worry over JJ and the situation he’s slowly getting himself embroiled in spinning in his stomach and taking away his appetite. 

“You’re not wrong.” Viktor is all understated elegance, slumped artfully against the wall of this dingy diner, stirring cold borscht and drinking hot tea. His haircut is expensive and his fingers are long. “But the thing is…I don’t regret what I’ve done. The people I take money from were taking it from others already.”

“Oh, and it’s so much better used in your hands,” Yuuri mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, actually. Did you know the Nikiforov family sponsors six different homeless youth shelters in this city?”

Yuuri frowns at his food, chagrined. “No…I didn’t.” 

“I’ve single-handedly sent four of my people’s children through college since I took up my post eight years ago,” Viktor says, tapping his finger pointedly on the table. “One is a teacher, now. Another is going to be a surgeon. Yura had leukemia, Yuuri, and I was able to pay for his treatment. I don’t regret the things I’ve done, if they’ve allowed me to do those things. But killing someone’s husband or daughter because you’re angry? Because you want to teach someone a lessonThose are the things people regret. When people get involved with this family, they follow a code. Nobody in my group did this and, if they did–” Viktor sighs, presses a hand to his forehead. “If they did, it was their decision. Not mine. And they’ll reap the consequences.”

Yuuri watches the lemon bob in his coke for a moment before saying, “And what do those people do to pay you back? For…sending their kids to college and paying their medical bills?” 

“Yura was my choice,” Viktor says. “And as for the others…they make regular, non-increasing payments. And unlike a bank, or the government, I understand when life gets in the way and payments can’t be made. My people aren’t afraid of me. They trust me. Trust instills so much more loyalty than fear.” 

“You’re telling me you’ve never killed someone?” Yuuri mutters, disbelieving.

“I didn’t say that.” Viktor stands up and throws a bill on the table. It’s a fifty, Yuuri realizes, which is enough for their food plus an almost 200% tip. He swirls his coat onto his body, takes a card out of his pocket and taps it on Yuuri’s shoulder. After a moment, Yuuri takes it. “Organized crime is a choice, Yuuri. Some people do very well. You’d be surprised how many people who would be on the streets right now live perfectly normal and happy lives because of their involvement with the Nikiforov family. But some people choose this path for the wrong reasons. And there are many other families who don’t run things the way I do. I’m not so kind to those people.”

Yuuri watches Viktor go, his coat swinging around his knees. The card in Yuuri’s had reads Viktor Nikiforov - Feltsman Enterprises, which is the front for Viktor’s organization. It also lists a phone number and, on the back, Viktor has written another number in pen. His personal cell phone number.

Yuuri knows he should crumble it up and throw it in the nearest gutter. He tries, eyes squeezed shut and fingers clenched hard into the cardstock. Eventually, he slips it into the back pocket of his pants and walks home.