throat kicking!

on richard spencer and dr seuss

punch a nazi by a moat
punch a nazi in the throat
kick a nazi by a tree
kick a nazi in the knee

if he starts to disparage race
slap a nazi in the face
if he says that whites should rule
twist the nose of that ignorant fool

don’t listen to the folks that say
discourse will make them go away
cos we’ll only be safe when
the nazis are afraid again

anonymous asked:

scenario where he gets home from practice and he's super tired and he's with his femal s/o and he's all whiney and clingy and wants them to play with his hair and it's all fluffy please~omg I thought I wrote this name but it's Oikawa

Yay, Oikawa snuggles! This boy needs more in his life, he stresses out far too often!


Stepping through the door, Oikawa dropped his bag in the doorway, not bothering to care about being untidy. Kicking off his shoes, he was suddenly concerned that his eyes were going to fall closed before he even made it to his bed. A heavy breath left him and he instantly became aware of tightness in the muscles of his back, a small groan rumbling from his throat. Kicking off his shoes haphazardly, he stumbled further into his home. “[First Name]-chaaan,” he whimpered into the empty space.

“In the bedroom,” she called back, the voice easily guiding him down the hall, “how was practice?”

“Too long,” he complained before finally flopping down into the comforts of their bed, his limbs stretching out over the surface, “come over here.” His hands reached straight up, his fingers grasping at the empty air above him. The extreme need to surround himself around the one person he loved most in this life and fall asleep there filled him more and more with each passing moment she wasn’t there with him.

A small laugh came from across the room, her eyes laying affectionately on the man who put in more effort than he had into everything he did. “I have to clean the kitchen still,” it was true, but she didn’t intend to do it, not when he was there waiting for her. Crawling onto the edge of the bed, she wasted no more time in placing herself over him and allowing him to enfold her into his grasp.

A hum came from him then, burying his face into the crock of her neck, body relaxing deeper into the mattress now that he had her. He was barely conscious of her hand sliding up his back and into the locks of his hair. If his body hadn’t been completely giving into the sleep that had hovered over his head since the moment he ended practice, he would’ve moaned at the careful kneading of her fingers against his scalp. He’d just have to beg her for more in the morning.

I love reading through people’s tags on pictures of their bias’ because some people are so sweet like ‘he’s an angel, sent from clouds of cotton candy to make the sun feel embarrassed by his light’ but other people are destroyed like 'FUCKIN FISTS DOWN MY THROAT AND KICK ME IN THE EYE YOU’RE SO SPECIFICALLY SINFUL FUCK MY WHOLE LIFE IN THE ASS’

And I think that’s beautiful.

  • Mary: *bored; looks to Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: *discreetly watching Molly*
  • Mary: *smiles; turns to Molly*
  • Molly: *occasionally side-glancing at Sherlock*
  • Mary: *sniffing* Can you two smell something?
  • Molly: *distracted* Dead bodies? Chemicals? I'm used to it, Mary.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Could be the coconut. Your new shampoo.
  • Molly: *blushes* What about you? You smell good, too.
  • Mary: *shaking her head; still sniffing* No, no...more like smoke *moves to stand by the door* Like something's burning.
  • Sherlock: *snaps* Well, what do you want us to do about it?
  • Molly: *worried* We should tell Mike-
  • Mary: *dismissive* Ah, you know what, never mind. It's probably just your passion for each other *winks; leaves the lab*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* I-I don't-
  • Molly: *awkward* Me neither.
  • Sherlock: *ruffling his hair* The coconut thing was just a guess.
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, who are we trying to kid?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Fair point.
  • Molly: *steps closer* So now what?
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Dinner? Followed by breakfast? Not immediately, obviously, that would be weird-
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* I'd love to.

@xhsangwoo from X

He was terrified. He didn’t think it would work. How could it? Posion hadn’t worked before. He sat shaking, eyes glued to his captor as he drank what he’d prepared. And then the glass was empty and a bubble of laughter broke free from his lips. It didn’t last long.

His shirt was his downfall, and he fell. Hands around his throat. Panic kicked in and he struggled. Even with Sangwoo weak and losing consciousness, he was still stronger. Now it was a fight to stay awake.

S-Sangwoo..

A whispered name. They’d fallen together, Yoonbum’s small body pinned by the weight of Sangwoo’s. He could barely lift his own body even when he had use of his legs, how could he lift him without?

He’d made a mistake.

Now it was the debate. Did he escape now? If he did and Sangwoo didn’t die, if he woke before he contacted the police, he was in for a slow death. If he waited for Sangwoo to die and he didn’t, he might be in for the same. Unless he could think of a lie. That would only work if he tried to make him better and if he got better and believed he it was stuck in the same position. Shit.

First things first, after his hands went slack, he tried to push him off. It wouldn’t work. Maybe he could roll over? His heart was pounding. He wasn’t strong enough. Why did he think this could work?

I’d Never Let You Fall

Reader X Ten

Word Count: 1k

Y/B/N: Your Best Friend’s Name

“You’re staring,” Johnny leaned in and whispered in my ear, he chuckled softly before sitting back onto his seat. I felt my face burn as I glanced back at Ten who was finishing his classwork. Clearing my throat, I kicked Johnny under the table and smirked as he winced in pain. 

“You’re so mean,” he whined as he stuck his tongue out grabbing Ten’s attention. 

“Or you’re just annoying,” Ten laughed before smiling at me. I smiled back weakly, completely taken aback even though I’ve seen him smile a thousand times it still takes my breath away.  

“Stop staring,” now it was my best friend’s turn to say the famous lines of the day. Y/B/N nudged me towards Ten before I had a chance to respond or react, nearly making me fall over. I caught myself just on time and rebalanced myself in my chair. The substitute teacher for the day had barely noticed any commotion as he sat in his chair behind the computer looking for who knows what. 

I was grateful that we had a substitute teacher today though, since our teacher normally doesn’t allow this type of behavior especially in a class like this, AP Chemistry. I didn’t complain though, it seemed fair enough that there were strict rules in a class that handles chemicals that ranges from liquid nitrogen to acetic acid. 

Glancing at the clock by the table then back at my worksheet, I began to realize that I didn’t have much time left before I had to turn it in. Instead of spending the last thirty minutes of class doing the assignment, I was talking and staring (mostly staring) at Ten. But who would blame me, he’s stunning. 

Deciding to finish my worksheet quickly to avoid getting in trouble, I breezed through it and glanced at everyone’s worksheet to make sure my answers were correct. With only a few minutes of class left to spare, I handed my worksheet in before collapsing onto my seat. 

Y/B/N pushed me one more time for fun before the class time was over, seeing an opportunity as I was now caught off guard. I tried to reach for the end of my seat quickly to stable myself but it was too late. I knew I would crash to the floor and everyone would stare. I was waiting for the loud crash but it never happened. Frowning, I looked up to see what had stopped the process. There he was again, smiling at me widely. Trying to recollect myself I sat up quickly and avoided his gaze. 

“Woah, did you see that he caught her,” Johnny tapped Hansol’s shoulder. The two boys smiled widely as Ten scratched the back of his neck. 

“Of course, yeah ______, don’t worry I’d never let you fall,” Ten laughed shyly as the school bell rang. I gulped as his words repeated itself in my brain over and over. Did he really say that or was I hearing things? I turned to Y/B/N to check if it really did happen to find her already nodding at me. 

“______, yes it did happen,” she patted my back as Yuta rested his arm across her shoulders.

“O..oh,” I shuddered and turned around, running into the door. I started to step back and lose balance once again, thinking, this is it I’m going to fall and it’s going to create a noise and everyone’s attention will be pointed at me. I waited for it, ready to embrace the embarrassment when I felt someone grab my arm to steady me. Believing it was Y/B/N, I looked over to thank her but instead found myself face to face with Ten again. 

“I’m so clumsy,” I mumbled as he helped me stand up straight once again. Ten chuckled, “No, don’t be sorry I think it’s kinda cute.”

I giggled nervously and froze, we would have stayed this way if it weren’t for Y/B/N and Yuta who pushed us out the door. 

After school, we decided to meet at the park because it was a beautiful day out. We were sitting under the shade, enjoying each other’s company before Ten cleared his throat loudly enough for everyone to hear. 

“I have to go…_______ do you need a ride home?” he glanced at me, his eyes darting back and forth from to Johnny and back. 

Knowing that I’d have to take the bus or walk if I didn’t get a ride now, I nodded and patted the grass off my skirt. Waving goodbye to our friends we walked silently to the car. When we were inside though, he didn’t turn the engine on. He simply stared out the dashboard and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. 

“So are we going home or?” I was confused as to why we haven’t moved or made a sound since we hopped in. 

“______,” he started and my eyes widened. Hopefully it wouldn’t be about the falling incidents today, I’d really hate to talk about this with him now. 

“I’m sorry I’m so clumsy…you didn’t need to catch me or anything,” I tucked my hair behind my ear and mentally face palmed, wondering why I phrased it like that. 

“Oh no no, it’s not that. The reason why Johnny and Hansol were making a big deal about me catching you or the fact that I hadn’t let you fallen then was because I…I actually fell for you,” Ten whispered. “I mean if you don’t feel the same way it’s okay, let’s pretend this never happened and-”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it to catch his attention and stop his rambling. 

“No Ten, I fell for you too,” I admitted and he raised his eyebrows. 

“Really?” he laced our fingers together and glanced at how perfect they looked together. 

“Really,” I confirmed, gaining more confidence and kissing his cheek. 

“To celebrate our braveness for confessing, why don’t we go out for ice cream. Our favorite shop a few blocks from our house?” Ten suggested. 

“I’d like that,” I smiled as he turned the engine on and drove out of the park. I looked down one more time and admired how perfectly our hands fit together, like a puzzle piece. 

You are going to be ecstatic when you get invited to your first party. Don’t drink your weight in vodka. Don’t enter that bathroom. Don’t be naive and trust that boy. 

A girl with jet black hair will ask to be your friend. Don’t give her the ammunition to ruin your reputation. 

When he bats his eyes at you and runs his fingers down your body, don’t hold your breath and let him continue. 

The first time he grabs you by the throat, kick him as hard as you can. Don’t let him think this is how he should treat a woman. 

A gorgeous girl will walk past you on a sunny, April afternoon. You looked twice for a reason. Don’t ignore the blood rushing through your veins.

Your feelings will get hurt by the people you once called your friends. Don’t let them get the best of you. Don’t let them make you feel weak. 

When he comes to you with tears streaming down his face and lays his indiscretions on the table, don’t let him blame you for his actions.

You are going to realize that your parents are human this year. Don’t reprimand them for all of your problems.

At times you will feel like you don’t belong. Don’t believe that.

—  Dont’s, age 17. 

calum coming home from after a long day to find you sitting cross legged in the big armchair with a blanket over your lap and your hair tied away from your face and your glasses slowly slipping down your face while you’re engrossed in a book and he just lets out a tiny whine in the back of his throat before kicking off his shoes and walking over towards you and you put down your book before opening your arms and the poor boy just falls into them and presses his face to the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your middle and he’s sitting a little awkwardly and the armchair’s too small and his legs are hanging off the armrest but he’s exhausted and he closes his eyes to you running your fingers through his hair and murmurs an ‘i love you’ before finally falling asleep

  • Bpd: so I heard you had a good day yesterday, huh?
  • Me: yes I did and I'd like if I could still feel that way today please
  • Bpd: nope sorry can't let that happen
  • Me: c'mon man I just-
  • Bpd: *jabs me in the throat, kicks me in the gut, and tackles me to the ground*
  • Bpd: too late Happy Time is over now. Have fun suffering, fucker
Time to post this
Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in. 
We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin. 
And Santa can be our regular Saturday night thing. 
We'll decorate our barstools and gather round and sing. 

Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year! 
Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear! 

It's my way or the highway, this Christmas at my ba-ha-haar. 
I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car! 
I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till. 
I think that that right jolly old elf better make out his will, ohh, 

Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all. 
And this can be the haziest... 
This can be the laziest... 
This can be the Swayziest 
Christmas of them aaallllllllll!