we should all start


Neil spotted the Foxhole Court long before they made it to the stadium parking lot. Built to seat sixty-five thousand fans, it’d been placed on the outskirts of campus where it could tower over the shorter utilities buildings nearby. The paint job only made it stand out more: the walls were a blinding white with obnoxiously bright orange trim. A gigantic fox paw was painted on each of the four outer walls.
Nicky clapped a hand to Neil’s shoulder. “All the orange grows on you,” he promised. 

cutesy posts abt how wlw and mlm need to express solidarity for each other that hinge on “im a wlw and i love my mlm friends” and “im a mlm and i love my wlw friends” are like fun and all except we should really start examining why theres a divide in wlw vs mlm communities do to the violent and misogynistic ways men treat us. im less interested in seeing a meme rendering of solidarity and more interested in seeing men denounced sexism and actively work to combat lesbophobia in their community. its not a petty squabble its a system of oppression enforced by men.

Remember Vampire Weekend, like where the fuck are they???

A new slur
I’m actually a somewhat notable blogger in the aro sphere, but because I’m also an otherkin, I don’t necessarily feel comfortable talking about this completely there, as the person I’m known as. 

I’ve noticed that there are a lot of people who doubt that aromantics are actually queer, and even some who doubt that we face oppression. And I think in part that’s because we don’t have a slur to point to. I mean, we experience things that are just as bad, if not worse, as the things that queer allosexuals face, but we don’t really have a slur to point to.

And that’s where my idea comes in. I believe that because, once we’re found out to be aromantic, people usually call us robots or imply that we don’t have feelings, we actually do have a slur to point to.

ARObots. That’s basically what they’re calling us. And because I firmly believe that slurs should be reclaimed, and only by those affected by the slur(queer), I think we should all start to reclaim this slur. 

People who want to believe that they’re “allies” to the aro community should take heed: Don’t you dare fucking use the word arobot. (Unless you’re a robotkin, which I think is a whole different set of oppressions, and also if you are, we should be friends! Hi!). 

To the aro community: in order to make people see that we’re in fact oppressed, I think it’s important that we make it clear that arobot is a slur, and something we’re reclaiming. No one else, (save robotkin) should be allowed to use this term to hurt us. We’re reclaiming it, and people who use it are actively participating in the oppression that keeps us marginalized. They are arophobic.

Basically: Here’s a slur that applies to us, and that people have been throwing around and claiming isn’t a slur, and here’s us reclaiming it and making it clear that anyone who calls us this, who isn’t aro, is in fact an oppressor and has to check their alloromantic privilege.

Used in a sentence:

I’m arobot.

Yo, what’s up my arobot?

We are arobots.

In the Heights Characters as things I heard in my high school theatre class
  • Usnavi: "I can't wait to graduate." *at graduation* "I'M NOT READY TO GRADUATE!"
  • Abuela Claudia: "You're all smart and I believe in all of you"
  • Benny: "Yeah, I speak Spanish. Bonjour bitch."
  • Vanessa: "Boys are dumb. Trains are cool."
  • Nina: "Is it okay if I do homework while we run lines? I can do both at once."
  • Sonny: "I'm starting to think I'm the only one who gives a shit about anybody else."
  • Carla: "Your hair is a disaster. We should just cut it all off and start over."
  • Daniela: "I don't like to talk about people, but he fucked my sister and that's messed up."
  • Kevin: "You look like you haven't slept in 8 months."
  • Camila: "Somebody around here has to get shit done."
  • Graffiti Pete: "This set looks like shit. Your spray paint game is weak."
  • Piragua Guy: "You'd all fall apart without me."

A drabble to celebrate reaching 100+ followers on @kolivance!! Thank you guys for spreading the love and supporting this ship as well!

 Lance was smiling.  It was a small calm smile, one Kolivan didn’t see much on the other’s face when the paladin was aware there were more people in the room.  Seldom times had Lance shared that same smile with Kolivan himself when it was just the two of them, whether during or after training, or on different occasions between the two of them.

 He’d never truly admit it to anyone, not even to Lance himself, but Kolivan absolutely adored that smile.  It was an honest one, one that was mirror of true contentment within, a gesture adorning Lance’s face when worries managed to be left aside for a moment every now and then.  Kolivan liked that it lacked false bravado and that instead the corners of thin lips curled with grace and sweetness.  It made Lance’s face shine in unsuspecting ways Kolivan had never been truly ready to discover but that he had grown fond of anyway.

 He wanted to see Lance smile like that more.  It made him feel at ease too.

 Remaining where he was standing a few steps past the entrance to the room, he continued watching Lance, honestly amused the other hadn’t noticed his presence just yet.  The shorter male had what Kolivan had recently learned to be headphones covering his small and round human ears.  He didn’t understand why humans would use something that dampened their already weak hearing, and he had denied Lance and the green paladin’s proposal of trying on the headphones himself, but it did seem that they enjoyed using them to their heart’s content whenever possible.

 Lance’s eyes were also closed.  He was humming out some kind of melody, one Kolivan didn’t know, but that wasn’t something new.  It was understandable and to be expected, as well.

 What he did not expect was for the paladin to start singing next.

We could close the curtains, pretend like there’s no world outside,” Lance’s voice sounded sweet—sweeter than what Kolivan ever thought it could turn to be, and he found himself walking closer to the human, mesmerized, unknowingly being pulled in by Lance’s energy.

 The shorter male threw his head backwards then, partially resting it on the edge of the backrest of the large couch where he was sitting.  The lighting casted a beautiful glow on his features, and Kolivan knew there was no sense in denying he had lost himself for a moment staring at the smile on Lance’s mouth.

 “We could pretend it all the time,” Lance was still singing, and each word rolling past those lips made Kolivan want to know the lyrics as well so he could have something to share, to make the moment more… theirs, “And can’t you see that it’s just raining… there ain’t no need to go outside…

 Somehow within the span of one thought and another, he was now standing right by the human’s side.  The other carried on melodically saying the rest of the song, and it came to an end soon enough, though the precious smile remained.

 Now Lance was opening his eyes—blue meeting yellow ones, and he was too startled to notice the serene and fond expression on Kolivan’s face.  Instead, Lance jumped a bit on his seat, bouncing on it once, as he let out a high pitched squeak, a hand immediately moving to his chest where Kolivan knew the heart was.

 “What the quiznak—what—,” Lance removed the headphones and placed them by his side on the couch along with a small device connected to them, “Kolivan!.” he whined, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, “Don’t scare me like that!”

 “I apologize,” Kolivan said, a smile of his own appearing on his lips, “it wasn’t my intention.  You have a beautiful voice.”

 “I, well, yeah, o—wait. What?,” now the color was taking over the bridge of his nose and the entirety of his cheeks, and he stood, even though the height difference was still there, “How long have you been here?”

 “A while,” Kolivan admitted, surprising Lance yet again.  “You seemed to be really content.  What were you singing?”

 “It’s a song my brother used to like a lot and I—,” Lance tilted his head backwards so he could look at the other better, eyes narrowing slightly, “What do you mean a while? And are you smiling? Oh my—oh my god, Kolivan, your smile is gorgeous!”

 The two of them stood there, close to each other, for a moment before Lance promptly realized what had stumbled out of his mouth.  Kolivan noted quickly enough that the other was surely about to try and apologize; it was written all over his face after all.  It just amused him even more.

 “Your smile is beautiful, too,” he said, giving a small nod before turning around and leaving the room, leaving a speechless and flustered Lance behind.

anonymous asked:

stop using "he's been here for 7 seasons!1!1" as an example for how he's a good sctor lol. They've tried to get rid of him before.

But he has! 8 years and going! And did they really tried to get rid of him?? No they didn’t, you guys made the “I Hate Misha Collins Day” and demanded that CW fired him! Oh and look, I found some tweets about it  that Jim wrote that are gold 

So you see ‘dork’, even the supernatural cast doesn’t like you. Grow up, go do something productive instead of sitting behind a computer and sending hate.

Either you like it or not, Misha is still on Supernatural and it won’t be you that will take him out of there.

Being stubborn and unreasonable is a good way to make your business fail with me...

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

So I own a few residential properties, I used to maintain them myself but I have a small business that needs my constant attention so I hired a property management company to maintain the properties. Property management companies handle everything, fix anything broken, screen the tenants before moving in, evict them if they don’t pay rent etc, while I just collect my rent money minus their little reasonable fee they take every month. When I chose this company, who I’ll call SPM for shitty property management company, they seemed to be a very good company. Local, been established for awhile, nice people, etc. I needed help marketing my properties and getting good tenants moved in, so I chose them.

While most of my properties we’re vacant at the time, I did have a few occupied, and 1 tenant living in my higher-end condo property and he was my favorite tenant, who we’ll call FT. I screened him and approved him myself before I hired SPM. He was a very good tenant and he rented from me for 3 years which is a long time and a great thing for landlords. Paid rent on time, made repairs himself without deducting rent, didn’t smoke etc. I ended up getting to know him because he wanted to buy the condo and he was a great tenant, so we became very good friends.

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anonymous asked:

lowkey can't wait to see you spazz over youngjae's nekkid selfie BECAUSE I WAS IN TEARS LIKE HOW DARE HE?!?!

My darling anon,



WHO???? (because it sure as heck wasn’t Mr. ‘Youngjae-is-mine-and-you-can’t-even-dream-about-him’ Jaebum)


I mean, I thought it was bad enough when he posted that tank-top selca back in November with all that skin and that look at the camera and just….





I never signed up for this. I was perfectly content with him being gorgeous and handsome and precious and adorable and NOT A KING OF PROBLEMATIC SELCAS.



I just…. he just…… this just…….. there are five moles visible right there AND THREE OF THEM ARE ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDER and my brain can NO LONGER COMPUTE BYE. 

Listen. I am all for an appreciation for how gorgeous Youngjae is, but COULD HE HAVE TONED IT DOWN JUST A LITTLE BIT??? I mean. We’re talking about his eyes being all cute and gorgeous and aimed right at us, and that’s enough already, but then he’s got his adorable nose looking even more precious upside-down, and his precious little ears being so incredibly cute and totally visible next to his TWO-TONED HAIR STYLE THAT LOOKS SO GOOD??? AND HIS JAWLINE LOOKING SO NICE EVEN WITH THE WEIRD FILTER??? AND THEN HIS LIPS BEING ALL PINK AND POUTY AND JUST—no. I can’t. And we hAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN PAST HIS FACE YET. ANON. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO REPRESS THIS IN ORDER TO LIVE AND NOW. That neckline. That nape. Those collarbones. Those broad shoulders. THOSE FRICKING MOLES BEING ALL THERE AND VISIBLE AND ADORABLE AND– I don’t have a thing about his moles. What are you talking about?

I just.

I’m not okay, anon. Why does he do this to me? Why??

A rocky start

Some Context: one of my fellow players in a game is a rock golemn named Scoria. This exchange happened when the GM asked us on skype if we were available to play over the upcoming weekend:

GM: what’s the weekend plans guys?

Scoria: I am ready to roll.

GM: But are you ready to rock?

Scoria: You’re a real gem, GM

Player: stfu

Scoria: I’m sorry, shale we talk about this later?

Player: How dare you

Scoria: I got a bit boulder

Player: I s2g

Me: I think the puns rock. Perhaps you’re just too impatient to wait for a really nice one to crystallize. In the meantime you’ll just be losing your marbles over some lime jokes

Player: Why do you do this to me?

GM: Because we love you. Granite, we’re not very nice people.

Me: I wanted to throw out more puns in response, but I’ve hit a wall. They’re really too hard. Player is right, we should all some back down to Earth and start over, you know, with a clean slate. No more forced rock puns to stalagnate our conversations

Player: F***ING

Me: Uh oh, I’ve sent your and my relationship down a rocky road. Maybe if I’m gneiss you’ll be willing to drop all this grit and work with my based on sediment alone.

Player: z;ldkfjgn;zkjb

Me: I suppose I have norite to ask for forgiveness. Of quartz, I’ve earned your skarn. If you can’t forgive me I’ll just have to boulder on without you.

Player: why do you hate me?

Me: I don’t, I just love puns. But I’m done. I spent a solid 10 minutes reading up on names of rocks. It’s too much effort and I’m not even the rock golemn who should be making these puns.

Player: I’ll just silt over here and be quiet then

Scoria: I was driving!

Me: I’ve put more effort into thinking of rock puns in the last hour then I think you’ve done in entirety of the time you’ve played as Scoria. Not that I’m really keeping Scor(ia).

“The f*ck are you doing?”

Dazai woke up earlier than usual and in the tranquility of the dawn, the first thing he felt was an arm draped around him. It tightened its wrap when he moved a little, and when he looked down, he saw orange locks buried on his chest.

He smiled and started mindlessly playing with the man’s hair as he fixed his still sleepy eyes on him…
“Hey Chuuya. What was it that made me fall for you so hard? What was it? Hmm? Was it your hair…eyes…voice? I don’t remember…but I think I love you a little bit more on Monday mornings.” He paused. “No, never mind. I love you a little bit more everyday.”

Suddenly the man opens his eyes to reveal those sapphire gems that swallowed Dazai as he looked back to him.

And in his sleepy voice that sounded like a sweet melody in Dazai’s ears,

“It’s still early… the fuck are you doing?”

“Fucking loving you”

Dazai’s eyes widen a little, surprised at how those words slipped from his tongue without beating a second, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Chuuya’s heart skipped two beats. One for Dazai’s unexpected confession and another one for Dazai’s own reaction towards himself.

He grins.

Chuuya’s teasing eyes and smile made Dazai feel heat rushing to his cheeks. Oh shit. He doesn’t even want to think what kind of face is THE Dazai Osamu making right now. For the first time, he felt humiliated by Chuuya. And it was because of a damn confession. Like seriously?

“What was that, huh?” Chuuya taunts as he poked Dazai’s burning cheek.

Dazai swats the hand away from his face.

“Silent treatment, huh?”

Chuuya leaned closer to his ear.

“Say that again… partner.

Dazai felt the hair on his neck stand, both from Chuuya’s hot breath and the playful term of endearment. He touches the back of Chuuya’s neck and gets him to look at him.

He smirks, “I said I love you. I fucking love you. And I want to spend all my days doing that and start each day by seeing you curled up against me and I-”

Chuuya shuts him up as he gives Dazai a kiss, on his still red cheek.

He then nuzzled up his face against Dazai’s neck, and in his sleepy voice,
“You’re really cute when you get surprised. I wish you’d be more honest with that shitty face… ‘cause I fucking love you too.

It’s my first time posting my drabbles on my tumblr. 😊

Prompt/intro by @onlyrinrin who believes Dazai’s first thoughts on a Monday morning is what made him fall for Chuuya 😂