we kill people

it’s funny how straight ppl romanticize “forbidden” love. they think it’s soooooo endearing and fun and exciting when in reality, their gay peers are having to literally hide their relationships bc of safety. we have to hide ourselves and our lovers bc we could get murdered. we have to hide bc we’re afraid of getting fired. we have to hide sometimes bc we have to, not bc it’s some office romance that’s hush hush.

it’s not fun, it’s not exciting, it’s fucking terrifying and it hurts bc we can’t hold our datemate’s hand in public - bc we could be killed.

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #34
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Episode of the Week - 2x16: The Boneless Bride in the River

I TOLD YOU I WOULD

WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

anonymous asked:

Also....I have one more. What about assassin andrew being sent to kill neil but falls in love instead au ❤❤❤

Mostly, Andrew Minyard slits his marks’ throats. One clean slice on the side, a severed carotid artery, blood flow to the brain cut off. A quick death. Not out of mercy, but out of necessity—cutting major veins is too messy, and severing a windpipe is too slow.

So Andrew Minyard goes for the carotid arteries. Mostly.

Neil turns to the next page in the folder. Some of Minyard’s earlier victims were strangled to death. A few have been shot, though likely as a last resort—police reports mention signs of a struggle, bullets in the back of the head like they were trying to get away.

Well, “victims” is a subjective term. Implies faultlessness. Innocence. Andrew Minyard’s victims are never faultless or innocent. Before the Moriyamas hired him, Andrew Minyard operated like a vicious Robin Hood, or a Batman-for-pay, taking relatively small fees to rid real victims of their abusers.

And now he’s after Neil.

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Yousana drabble/one-shot

Yousef was excited to go to the stupid karaoke event.

He really was, really.

Seeing Sana again after they hung out on Friday? Being able to talk to her freely without being afraid of Elias possibly being hostile about it? Not feeling insecure about not being a Muslim?

He was excited.

So imagine his shock when he walked in and all he saw was Even singing while Sana was grinning and cheering him on.

His blood was boiling.

He told her everything about him - okay, maybe not everything, but he told her the basics. She knew the reason he stopped believing in Allah was because of him. She sought out Even, probably asked him to come so that they could make up or whatever. And possibly get him to believe in Allah again.

Hell no.

She was trying to change him and no matter how sweet her smile was or how bright her eyes were or how adorable she was whenever she got excited about something as insignificant as cockroaches, she couldn’t.

She can’t change his beliefs.

So he ignored her.

After seeing Elias arguing with Even’s friends, he had the idea that things would not be going well so he immediately had to seek Sana out to help her brother. He didn’t want to speak to her but he couldn’t just let Elias lash out.

Right after she left to help him, her friend Noora started speaking to him.

“Bad day?” she smiled knowingly, observing his annoyed expression.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ah, Sana. She’s the most loyal sibling I’ve ever met,” Noora commented.

He shrugged. “Elias and Sana might annoy the fuck out of each other but if you hurt one of them, you hurt the other.” That was actually a direct quote from Elias when he warned him before inviting him to the stupid SYNG event.

“She’s usually loyal,” Noora sighs. “Especially as a Muslim, I just can’t help but admire how dedicated she is. With all this Russ stuff, she still manages to practice her religion without a struggle.”

Yousef shrugged. If he heard one more word about Sana, he was going to scream. All he wanted to do was to forget the girl with the cute dimples and kickass basketball skills.

“I remember once we went to this party last year and there was this Penetrator guy hitting on her and she rejected him in such an embarrassing way that he couldn’t even talk to us anymore,” Noora recalls with a laugh.

Yousef couldn’t help but crack a smile. The same girl who could barely meet his eyes had no trouble telling off some random stranger.

She had no trouble trying to change him either.

“It’s actually pretty cool that she’s loyal to the whole rule about only marrying Muslims. There’s a lot of non-Muslim guys who have shown interest in her but she’d brush them off without a problem.”

That caught his attention. “What?”

“Yeah, she told me that Muslims could only marry other Muslims. She was pretty strict about it.”

Yousef clenched his jaw.

Why even bother with her anymore if she was going to end up marrying some random Muslim guy?

The thought of it made his heart clench. He didn’t want to picture her with anyone.

“Actually it was because I was interested in you,” Noora laughed, catching Yousef by surprise. “She told me that I’d be better off without though.”

His eyes hardened. “Did she, now?”

Noora tilted her head. “Yup. She said something about Muslim guys like you only using Norwegian girls until they want to get serious about a Muslim girl or something like that.”

He wanted to laugh. He’s been losing sleep and smiling for hours thinking about a girl who thought he was that low and disrespectful.

He wanted to stop loving her.

He wanted to forget her.

He wanted to never think about her again.

Yousef found himself smiling a sinister smile. “Well, I’m actually not Muslim.”

Noora widened her eyes and coughed. “What?”

“I don’t believe in Allah,” Yousef shrugged.

Noora grinned. “So I guess you’re not concerned with only marrying Muslim girls?”

He forced a smirk. “No.”

“In that case…” Noora leaned forward and touched his chest with her small hand. Her eyes drifted towards his lips and he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He slowly moved towards her and lowered his eyelids.

All he could see was Sana smiling as he handed her flowers. Sana laughing as she sneakily stole the ball from him. Sana’s terrible carrot peeling skills. Sana’s rant about the universe with her eyes wide and excited and bubbly like a cute, curious little girl’s. Sana’s challenging stare whenever someone questioned her abilities.

He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed to stop thinking about the girl he’d never have.

Without a further thought, he threw Sana’s beautiful face out of his mind as he leaned forward and met Noora’s lips with his own.