vomits this out

ok so y’all know the “fall out boy is for lovers- chicago softcore” shirts right?

well softcore is- like in porn- something gentler than hardcore. something sweeter, more innocent.

now, pete left chicago’s hardcore scene because a lot of people were misogynist + homophobic + racist + all that nasty stuff. every member of fob was in the hardcore scene before fob but was very much pushed out when they got together, right?

so, “fall out boy is for lovers- chicago softcore” is basically them saying that you can feel welcome in their fandom. feel loved at their shows. feel accepted by the members. fob isnt for haters, fob isnt for people who discriminate others, fob is for fucking lovers. it’s basically a giant “fuck you” to all the bigots who think that they’re better just because they’re hardcore.

i really think that everyone should remember that. esp ppl who criticize their new “poppy” sound- it was never meant to be hardcore. it was never meant to be edgy. it was meant to be a safe spot for the kids who didnt have anywhere to go- both those that were pushed away from the hardcore scene and those who didn’t belong in the mainstream scene either and it still is for thousands of young people.

not fitting in was the reason they started out, and people are still calling them out for not being emo enough for emo, not punk enough for pop punk and not pop enough for pop!

please just appreciate fall out boy. even if you dont love the music, love their love.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

The only way a Ravenclaw isn’t going to go to school or work is if they’re on their deathbed. And even then it might take some convincing.

anonymous asked:

imo, the fact that louis is stuck is why harry has this kind of leeway. or the other way around. no matter. it's just sad for the both of them, and esp louis whose team does not care about him, but just the stunts around him. in this lt001, i'll just blast the music, so the others would just be background noise.

Eh, I don’t agree with your first sentence. Harry has ALWAYS been able to play fast and loose with ambiguous quotes about his sexuality, gay innuendo, eccentric and feminine fashion choices, and so on…and actually, his allowance for that has increased over time. In direct contrast, Louis has been allowed to venture into those things less and less as the years have passed. I think the difference lies not in how their teams are playing off each other (I don’t think Harry is able to have more “gay” interviews because of Louis’ ironclad closet), but in how their own respective closets have always been different from one another. Harry was cemented as a womanizer so early on that he’s able to put minimal effort into reinforcing his closet because other people do the work for him. As we saw today, he can act gay as fuck and there will still be a huge defense squad claiming that he’s straight, claiming that he’s just joking around, claiming that he’s a huge advocate for the LGBTQ+ community and that’s all it is, claiming that he’s a true man in touch with his feminine side, claiming that he’s a straight man who’s not afraid to have fun and reject stereotypes, etc.

With Louis……it’s never ever been like that. He was super flamboyant and read as gay automatically to SO MANY PEOPLE back in the day, and over time, they’ve attempted to extinguish so many aspects of his true identity or shove them behind closed doors, and it continues to this day. People rave about so many of Harry’s photoshoots and fashion choices, and while I don’t think Louis would make the same choices in most cases because he’s his own person with his own distinct personality and fashion sense, when people try to make comparisons or act like Harry and Louis are so different because of the images they portray to the public, sometimes I just want to be like……do you guys really not realize that Louis would NEVER in a million years be allowed to do anything that veers even slightly from the hypermasculine, laddy, I’m-all-about-my-girl image they’ve been fine-tuning for years? Louis would NEVER be allowed to wear the clothing that Harry wore in Another Man or even Rolling Stone. Louis would NEVER be allowed to reject a model and get turned on by a man in an interview and then chuckle about it with the gay radio host and his stylist. His closet is so different from Harry’s, and it’s been that way for a long fucking time. And I’m not minimizing what Harry’s been through - his closet is less strict now, sure, but he’s been through some serious shit and what the media and fans do to him on a near daily basis with their het fantasies and linking him with every woman on the planet….it’s disgusting. But I feel like for a fandom that talks endlessly about how terrible their closets are, a lot of people don’t realize how much they’ve all bought the distinct images of both Harry and Louis in certain ways, despite the fact that both are at best, somewhat, and at worst, completely dictated by how different their closets are and always have been.

With Louis, it’s not just about the baby, or Eleanor. It’s everything. It’s years and years worth of publicly erasing his genuine self and making him little more than a shell of masculinity supported by his fake baby and fake girlfriend, with a career and family life and friendships and charity work and personality that always, always, always come second to everything straight about him. With the Observer, I had so much hope that this promo would show more of HIM, who he actually is, a dynamic and fascinating and lovely person, but then I see how things are going, and I look at how differently some things have gone for Harry, and then I realize that this is just going to be more of the same for Louis. And I don’t understand why and I don’t think I ever will, but it’s terrible to watch. It’s sad and so frustrating, but I won’t stop wanting better for him anytime soon.

Think about Yuri reuniting with Otabek.

Think about Yuri reuniting with Otabek.

Think about Yuri arriving hours before Otabek’s plane arrives. 

Think about Yuri pacing back and forth, not knowing what he would say and planning every word.

Think about Yuri forgetting everything as soon as he sees Otabek appear on the screen in the arrivals. 

Think about Yuri dropping his phone, his jacket, his keys, and running as fast as he can towards Otabek.

Think about Yuri being so excited and happy that he trips midway and gets up immediately to continue running.

Think about Yuri pushing past the crowds of people surrounding the exit, attracted like a magnet to the iron of Otabek’s presence. 

Think about Yuri jumping onto Otabek before realizing that people are watching and he’s in public.

Think about Otabek’s gorgeous expression upon realizing that someone had been expecting him.

Think about Otabek’s tender smile when he realizes just how much Yuri missed him and how good it feels to be needed. 

Think about Otabek picking up Yuri and carrying him all the way back to their ride because Yuri can’t physically let go.

Think about Yuri starting in surprise when Otabek brushes something off his cheek because he didn’t know he was crying. 

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(Camp counselor Jasper au) Jasper and David having to do a salsa or tango camp and having to demonstrate

i can;t draw people dancing so take this instead kafhbajfl

pls let whiskey and bitty be gay friends in year 4 thanks

TW: vomiting, hangover, canon typical alcohol abuse, coming out, being closeted in professional sports, implied (but not real) dubious consent of inebriated person

When Whiskey awoke, he immediately turned over and hurled into the waiting trashcan next to the bed. It wasn’t until he’d relieved himself of the meager contents of his stomach that he realized this was not, in fact, his bed at all. 

The room was clean and tidy, decorated to the nines with pop star tour posters and twinkle lights. If that hadn’t been an immediate giveaway, there was also a University of Georgia pennant mounted high on the wall above the desk. Whiskey rubbed at the building pain in his head and desperately tried to remember the previous night. Surely he hadn’t…no, Bittle had a boyfriend, that much was obvious, so even if Conner had tried, in his blacked out state…

The bedroom door creaked open slowly and Bitty stuck his head inside, glancing around. He was already showered and dressed for the day, clearly not at all hungover. When he noticed Whiskey struggling to sit up, he smiled and walked fully into the room, carrying a glass of water and a plate of toast and eggs. 

“Here, thought you could use something after how sick you were last night,” Bitty said softly, placing the food and drink down on the bedside table. “How’re you feeling?” 

Whiskey took the water gratefully and sipped at it, careful not to drink too fast. “Like crap.” He paused, looking towards the open door, then asked, “We didn’t-? Last night…?” 

It took Bitty a minute to grasp his meaning, but when he did he shook his head vehemently. “Oh, Conner, no, you were in a terrible state last night and I don’t care what people might say about me, I would never-”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Whiskey murmured, cutting Bitty off. “I just thought…if you’d been drunk, too, maybe I would’ve…made a move or something…”

Recognition and a little bit of shock flitted across Bitty’s face. “No, I think you were too busy falling down the stairs to seduce anyone last night.” Well, that explained the soreness of every muscle in Whiskey’s body. “But, um. You were a lot nicer to me last night…”

Whiskey looked down at his lap; he was too sick to have this conversation. “Please don’t tell anyone,” he finally said, stomach churning unpleasantly. “The coaches have been talking about scouts coming to watch me, and I can’t have, like, any rumors about me going around, even here-”

“Conner, Conner-” Bitty interrupted him, eyes wide with concern. “I would never, you have to know that. I’m your captain,” he said, smile a little wry. “And I know the risks. Trust me, I’ve spent enough time around professional athletes to know the risks.” 

Whiskey nodded mutely, taking another sip of water. Later he would blame the hangover for this, but he asked, “Are you dating one of Jack’s teammates?” 

Bitty laughed, loud enough to aggravate Whiskey’s headache. “Oh, Lord, no. If I was, you know I couldn’t tell you all willy-nilly,” he added, a bit more serious. “But no. What an idea…” 

“You sure?” Whiskey prodded, laughing a little himself. “I’ve seen that video of Mashkov carrying you around the Haus. He really likes your jam, huh?” 

“You shut your mouth,” Bitty laughed, shoving at Whiskey’s shoulder. “Tater’s a friend.”

“A very rich, very handsy friend,” Whiskey mused innocently. 

Bitty shook his head and grabbed his book bag off the desk chair. “I’m going to the library. Sleep off your hangover, make sure to hydrate, and tell the Frogs that if they eat all the cookies in the kitchen then they have to buy me dinner. For the next week.” 

“Don’t you have a thesis to write?” Whiskey asked, watching with amusement as Bitty’s face darkened. 

“I hope your hangover lasts all day,” he said petulantly, then waved goodbye and headed out the door. Whiskey sighed and leaned back against the pillow, then started when he felt something press up against his side. 

When he pulled back the covers, Whiskey was surprised to see a plush bunny, clearly old and well-loved, half-hidden by the mess of sheets and blankets that covered Bittle’s bed. He smiled tiredly and pulled the bunny close, feeling warm and content in the knowledge that maybe, against all odds, he and Bittle were becoming friends. 


y’all I know at the time Costia seemed so irrelevant because she was literally mentioned for about 0.2 seconds and we were all drooling and going “holy shit Clarke and Lexa” but when you really think about the story of Lexa, I feel like Costia was such an important part that always gets looked over. I mean think about it , Lexa probably had a hard childhood where she witnessed a lot of death at a young age and didn’t receive the love that she deserved. Imagine little Lex having the world placed on her shoulders with no one to lean on. That’s where Costia came in. She’s probably the one that nurtured Lexa’s humanity, made her smile after Titus yelled at her, and kissed the pain of her wounds away. While Lexa wore her unbreakable mask on the outside, Costia kept her soft on the inside. 

*sighs for a million years* so ive just found out that a lot of people when they joke about “going to hell” for reading slash fan fiction, they’re talking about the fact that they believe lgbt relationships are sinning. I’d like to make it very very very clear that when i ever have or do joke about going to hell its because of the EXTREMELY EXPLICIT sex scenes i read and write on a daily basis, and even then I’m completely joking because if anyone tried to shame sex positivity i would punch them into next week. Seriously i will fight you. Thank you for letting me clear that up *continues sighing*

two rotten apples [m]

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 16.053

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking | hair pulling | praising | explicit language | female masturbation | graphic oral sex | penetration


There was always that one person at parties—that one person who hid in a bathtub somewhere so they didn’t have to contribute to society’s norms of choking on their own vomit and passing out cuddling a pink garden gnome.

Or maybe that was just you.

Then again, it wasn’t just any party you were hiding in a bathtub at—it wasn’t some rager that had frat boys downstairs chugging so much alcohol that their livers probably looked like fucking dried out asparagus—it was your high school graduation party. And maybe you’d attended only the lamest graduation parties in your eighteen years of life, but there was no alcohol here—only fruit punch. Yet, there you were, still hiding in a bathtub for some fucking reason with a piece of chocolate cake balanced in your lap.

You should probably reiterate that it was your party, which makes things worse since normally you don’t hide in a bathtub when you’re the guest of honor.

Normally—but this was not a normal circumstance.

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Phineas Gage is one of the most famous patients in the history of neuroscience. He was 25 years old when he experienced a serious accident at his work place, where a tamping iron was shot through his head - entering under his eye socket at exiting through the top of his head - after an explosive charge went off. The tamping iron was over a metre long, and after exiting Gage’s head landed 25m away. 

Initially Gage collapsed and went into minor convlusions, but recovered quickly and was able to speak after a few minutes. He walked with little assistance to an ox-cart and was brought to a nearby physician. Initially the physician did not believe his story because he was in such good condition, but was convinced when: 

Mr. G. got up and vomited; the effort of vomiting pressed out about half a teacupful of the brain, which fell upon the floor.

Gage exhibited a number of dramatic behavioural changes following the accident. Harlow, the physician who initially treated Gage, described this change “He is fitful, irreverent, indulging at times in the grossest profanity (which was not pre­vi­ous­ly his custom), manifesting but little deference for his fellows, impatient of restraint or advice when it conflicts with his desires”. However the surgeon Henry Jacob Bigelow described his condition as improving over the course of recovery, stated he was “quite recovered in faculties of body and mind”. This may have been early evidence of neural plasticity. This recovery was also reported by a physician who knew Gage while he lived in Chile, who described his ability to hold on a full time job as a Concord coach driver, a job that required exceptional social skills.

Gage’s neurological deficits following his traumatic brain injury is thought to have been exaggerated and distorted over the course of history, to the point that he is often portrayed as a ‘psychopath’. Scientific analysis of the historical accounts of Gage’s life following his accident, namely by the psychologist Malcolm Macmillan, find that these distorted accounts are most likely untrue, and that Gage made a very good recovery.

Post-mortem analysis of the Gage case concluded that it was the left frontal lobe that was damaged in the accident, although further neurological damage may have resulted from infection. Combined examination of the Phineas Gage case with the other famous cases of Tan and H.M. have concluded that social behaviour, memory, and language are dependent on the co-ordination of a number of different brain areas rather than a single region.

But why are the aliens always such…. Pushovers? I mean. Everything I’ve seen so far is like, “oh, that is what human Sarah does that’s cool even though it’s 100% against my very instincts.”

Just… Gimme some “Human Sarah while you are on my ship bearing your teeth and “hugging” are both prohibited. I understand you do this to show joy, but you could cause the Rythverians on the ship to eat their offspring and vomit out their spleens. Please be respectful of your crew members’ different races.“


"Oh, I see. So by tapping my nails on the table when I’m bored it causes your alien brain to completely shut down? Kind of like that time I got way too drunk at a high school party and woke up in a tree?” Human Jack looked at Vropne with big curious doe eyes.

“In lamens terms, yes, I suppose. But please stop referring to me as an alien. I’m a Sytrian and you are on MY home planet.”


I mean…just… Idk

Edit: also…. Why do all the aliens have to have tentacles? Why?
The Paladins Reacting To You Getting Hurt In Battle Would Include..


PROMPT?:  hello! i friggin love your blog. do you think you could do a would include for the voltron paladins, how they would react to you getting hurt in battle/captured?? sorry if it’s a bad explanation, i haven’t really requested for much ahah. thank you so much!

A/N: An option for allura lovers! yay! And hell yeh i added dad Coran. Also this is my first one in this format so be kind? and these all surround the same kind of injury! 

WARNINGS: gender neutral!! pain mention?? cursing

SHIRO: When he hears your body hit the alien dirt, Shiro loses all patience. He orders all the other paladins to start kicking ass and runs to your noodle body. Although he knows it’s probably bad, he would start cradling your neck and wrap his other available arm around your midsection and nervously smile down at you. He would laugh and brush away any dirt or stray hairs. And once you got back to the castle, he would attend to your every need, even the smallest pillow fluff. Lots of “Shiro, I can walk-” “Nope, crutches.” and “Shiro, I’m breathing. You can go to bed.” but he would stay there anyway. He would keep you from fighting for at least a week. And lots of nose kisses once he feels your ‘frail and fragile’ body could handle it.

PIDGE: Once you’re taken out of battle, Pidge’s fighting power like.. triples. She finishes it for you. She will make sure that whatever hurts you, pays for it. Most of the paladins get out of the way once the news gets over the com that you’re hurt. And once she’s pulled away from kicking the enemy and berating it, she runs endless medical tests on you. Space CAT Scans and going into the castle healing pods for at least three hours a day until even the pod rejects you. She will hang out with you and make you soup and bring you water if you even look the least bit dehydrated. She will block off a good portion of the lounge so Lance and Keith have to sit on the last three feet of the couch. No one says anything. They’re afraid. 

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