what if we give it away

I work in a clothing store that mostly sells women’s but also has a smaller men’s section. Yesterday (5/17) an older woman, a man and who I presume is his daughter come in. The girls go off and shop and he looks at our men’s jeans. Whatever. My coworker was folding a table near him and he starts asking her questions. After a few minutes she walks a way and he calls her back over and she’s like?? Ok and he uses her as a personal shopper and literally keeps her pinned talking to him. I walk past and behind to like get her attention to see if she’s ok and she’s like !! TRINA what do you think. So I give my opinion and this guy is muttering and slurring and looks up and goes, “sorry I just get nervous around women, especially pretty dolls like you guys”. I just noped and told her that our manager wanted her to go on her break now and we get away from him.
Right after he left, my manager walks over and says that he was having trouble putting his card in our card reader and told my manager “sorry in just a little drunk haha” and then precedes to ask ‘where did that little dark skin girl go’ (she’s Brazilian and not dark at all??) And my manager didn’t respond and just told him to have a nice day.
Gotta love creepy old southern dudes :/

theredandwhitequeen  asked:

Angst meme: everything is falling apart.

Chas looks tanned, looks happy Aaron thinks as their skype call starts. She brings Liv in to say hi briefly, and Aaron does his best. Shares gossip, tells stories, hopes his voice isn’t too telling.

It’s his mother - of course she can tell.

She tries not to ask questions, she lets him speak and say what he wants to say. There’s a clear subject he stays away from, but it’s almost too big for her not to notice.

“How’s Robert, love?” she asks, smile tentative. Understandable seeing as last time they spoke Aaron gave her hell for knowing about Rebecca. Now though, it’s different. It’s gentle. She gives him permission he hasn’t had for days.

He’s good,” he starts, eyes gazing at his fidgeting hands. “Yeah, we’re -” he stops, cuts himself off because it’s almost too hard to say. He can’t lie like that; the words would make him sick. 

“Love?” 

Aaron looks back up, lets her see his teary eyes and his voice quavers. 

“Everything is falling apart, Mum.” 

He bites his lip and feels a tear start to form. He doesn’t want this, he has been so good at not feeling this but now he is and he can’t make it stop. He wipes the tear away and looks at her crestfallen face. She doesn’t speak, just gives a slight smile in support. 

“Rebecca’s having his baby, how are we supposed to get past that? I’ll always have this thing - this baby - to remind me of what he did, of how he hurt me. He’ll have to see her, all the time, I’ll have to see her…” He lets out a shaky breath as he reigns in his emotions, running a hand over his face. “I can’t do this Mum.”

“You can love. Think of everything you two have been through. If anyone can make it through, it’s the two of you, alright?”

Aaron nods, holding his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle any quiver that might show.

“This is the man who pulled you out of a drowning car, the man who threw a huge party to marry ya. He loves you so much, and while I may hate him for what he did while you were away, I know he loves you and if you love him then that’s all that matters.” Chas smiles at him, eyes catching and lips tugging into a smile. It’s weak, but it’s there.

Aaron closes his eyes, takes a few deep breaths before opening them. She is still smiling. 

“I hope you’re right,” he says, “I just don’t know what to do.” 

“Talk to him,” Chas says, as if it is the easiest thing in the world. “You need to tell him you’re struggling.” 

Aaron nods. Looks around him. Remembers sitting in front of the sofa, Robert tucked under his chin, sitting among the ashes of their emotions and never wanting to let go. He gives a small smile. 

“Thanks, Mum.” 

She looks at her watch and he knows she has to go. Their goodbye is too brief - he misses her a lot lately, misses her level-headedness and her ability to just know. Robert used to have that, but at the moment he has too much other stuff to think about. Aaron’s no longer his priority. 

Robert walks through the door just as Aaron closes down the laptop. He takes off his coat while Aaron wipes away the final tear, hoping his red eyes don’t give him away. 

Robert’s smiling. He hasn’t done that for so long. 

“You alright?” 

Aaron feels that knot in his stomach, that growing feeling of unease, that ache in his chest when he looks at Robert’s face. He remembers Chas’ voice, remembers her advice, but it’s too hard. Robert doesn’t need this.

“Fine,” Aaron says, and Robert goes through to the kitchen. 

Aaron lets out a slow breath as he tries to calm himself. Talking will have to wait.

2

“Give me the remote.”  You ordered as you plopped onto the couch besides Jax, holding an expectant hand out.  Giving you a side eye Jax deliberately moved the remote farther away from you.

“I was here first.  I get to pick what we watch.”  He retorted stubbornly.  With an eye roll you launched yourself across Jax’s body, trying to grab at the remote so you could control the channel.

“You got to pick what we watched last time!”  You argued, wrestling against Jax as he continued to wrestle you back to your seat on the couch.

“No, you picked last time.”  He pointed out, using his foot to kick the remote even farther away.

“Jesus Christ.”  Gemma huffed, glancing at Clay before glaring at her two kids on the couch.  “Are you guys ever going to grow up?”

Even though this is a few months away there are a few things I would love to see in it. 1: Poppy thinking about how much of a jerk Creek was in the first film and singing my favorite Christmas song Last Christmas. 2: Poppy and Branch kiss under the mistletoe and 3: The Trolls and Bergens singing all I want for Christmas is you. Now I know that the writers may not give us any of this but I know that we’ll all love it no matter what.

oh-jepthefranto  asked:

Hi there, Looking at Sansa in new trailer it gives me vibe that it will be parallel with scene where LF tried to kiss her, she refused & walkaway. But this time (I'm a bit tinfoily here.) Jon try to kiss her (he succeeded) & sansa who is shocked and confused with her feeling, decide to walkaway but this time jon doesn't even try to stop her from walking away like LF did in season 6. That's probably why she looks a bit sad and wanting to look back as we seen in the trailer. What do u think?

I already wrote why I think symbolically it makes sense as a Jon/Sansa confession~*~ scene here. And here I explained the Cat/Ned parallels of being sad Ned/Jon is going south even when you think he must.

However I will note while before I thought it was odd they would execute/sacrifice LF in the Godswood, I was reminded that the First Men used to give human sacrifices to the Old Gods by feeding them to weirwood trees. Seeing as ghost is compared to a weirwood tree, maybe this implies ghost will eat/kill LF, like @thenedfur has suggested to me. I mean, I’d be down for that!

Your theory makes sense though! It’s one thing I think could happen! :)

ninja-rei

I feel better about it after looking at his contract, and reading Sully’s interviews. I’m not a fan of the type of player, but if anyone can do something with him it’s Sully.

Agreed - plus I figure since St. Louis with Hitchcock really favored that whole bluntly physical style (at least they did against the Pens this year, didn’t see a lot of the rest) that team style is a major contributor to what he plays like - give Sully and the coaching staff a chance to figure out what his other strengths are and I think we’ll see some of the chest-pounding stuff slip away and see him like, yeah, lay big hits when needed like Kuni does but also focus on drawing attention and creating space on the ice and also some tenacious puck retrieval. Could be good.

Perfect Jemma song

So the other day I was talking to a friend (Giuli you’re great) and suddenly she told me: WALKING THE WIRE FROM IMAGINE DRAGONS IS A SONG WRITTEN FOR JEMMA. LOOK IT UP.

I haven’t paid attention to the lyrics before, because I heard it once.

I heard it again…. BY THE ANGEL! Imagine Dragons made the most perfect Jemma song without realizing it!

If you don’t believe me… Grab your headphones, put them on, go to Spotify (or YouTube) and listen to the song while you read the lyrics

Do you feel the same when I’m away from you?
Do you know the line that I’d walk for you?
We could turn around or we could give it up
But we’ll take what comes, take what comes

Oh the storm is raging against us now
If you’re afraid of falling then don’t look down
But we took the step oh we took the leap
And we’ll take what comes, take what comes

Feel the wind in your hair
Feel the rush way up here

We’re walking the wire, love
We’re walking the wire, love
We’ve gotta be higher, up
We’re walking the wire, wire, wire

There’s nights we had that just walk away
And there’s tears we’ll cry but those tears will fade
It’s the price we pay when it comes to love
And we’ll take what comes, take what comes

Feel the wind in your hair
Feel the rush way up here

We’re walking the wire, love
We’re walking the wire, love
We’ve gotta be higher, up
We’re walking the wire, wire, wire

So look out down below
Look out down below
Look out down below
Walking the wire, wire, wire
So look out down below

Oh I’ll take your hand when thunder roars
And I’ll hold you close, I’ll stay the course
I promise you from up above
That we’ll take what comes, take what comes
Love

We’re walking the wire, love
We’re walking the wire, love
We’ve gotta be higher, up
We’re walking the wire, wire, wire

So look out down below
Look out down below
Look out down below
Walking the wire, wire, wire
So look out down below

We’re walking the wire
We’re walking the wire
We’re walking the wire, wire, wire

@cassandraclare

“Okay, fine,” I admitted, “It’s crossed my mind.  I’ve considered doing something that couldn’t be traced to me, like giving them lice.  But you guys remember how I went off on Bitch after she set her dogs on me.”

Ahhh, she’s afraid of getting carried away.

“A bit of repressed anger,” Lisa said, still smiling.

Lisa, ever considered becoming a psychologist?

“It’s the same with these guys.  You know what happens if I do something like give them crabs?  They wind up miserable, annoyed, and they take it out on me.”

Oh, it’s that way around. Of course. Taylor has been talking about this as a reason not to antagonize the Harpies further for a lot of chapters now.

“Oh man,” Alec laughed, “Crabs.  You need to do that every time we go up against another cape.  Can you imagine?” 

Ahaha, Alec, come on :p

Alec is kind of like me in some ways, I think, in that he thinks of funny things at inappropriate moments. Difference is I usually don’t voice them at those moments, while Alec has little to no filter.

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

“Aphobe” has absolutely no power or history behind it. It has no power to do anything but make people laugh because its not aimed at actual oppressors because there is no ace oppression. So what do they do to feed their fear mongering bullshit? They use terms for those who oppress other groups to scare people. They use terms like terf rhetoric and biphobe when the topic has nothing to do with actual terf rhetoric or biphobe rhetoric.

And I am watching as they slowly try changing the definition of terf/twerf and moving it away from transmisogyny, transphobia and misogyny so they can give their “you’re aphobic” claims more power.

They are removing the definition so we cant use it to specifically refer to terfs and their harm to trans woman.

They are sticking with their claim that cishet aro/aces have it just as bad or worse than trans woman. They are continueing to compare trans woman to actual terfs and using their new definition to do so.

At least they are trying to. And its fucking disgusting. I had to witness inclusionists use a term that means “trans (woman) exclusionary radical feminist” to say
“ace exclusionists are just like trans exclusionists!”
then “ace exclusionary came from trans exclusionists” then
“ace exclusionism is terf rhetoric” and finally to
“ace exclusionists are terfs”.

We fucking see what you are doing.

Terf is not a slang word for you to use lightly against people you disagree with.

Terf does not mean just “exclusionary”. Terfs specifically target trans people. Twerfs specifically target trans women with the belief that trans women are not real women. Terfs specifically exclude trans women from spaces they need to survive.

Terf rhetoric has actually caused deaths, terfs have been harming trans women from the beginning and you want to use that to scare people into believing in aphobia?

There is no fucking correlation between cishet exclusionary and trans women exclusionary you transmisogynistic a holes.

So, the time has come where I have decided to share my hidden Nashcon 2016 Cockles photo op with everyone.

Why did I wait so long? Because I told myself, as a silent promise to Jensen and Misha, I was going to wait one year from the day, before I share it, even though Misha said to share it initially. Haha. Anyway, it’s been four months past the year mark, and I have decided to finally unveil the photo, I know it might garnish some stuff from haters, and I might be called “disrespectful”, however I ask everyone to read below first, on how my situation went down with receiving the photo, and then cast your opinions.

 So, I am waiting in the photo op line nervous as all hell haha, I keep the front of the book hidden the entire time, just patiently and nervously waiting. The book I held in my hands was “The Threesome Handbook”, by Vicki Vantoch (For those who don’t know who she is, she’s the amazing woman married to Misha!!). I’ve had the idea in my mind for nearly a year on how funny it would be to take a photo of the three of us reading it, I could imagine Jensen’s “what the hell position is that?!” Face, I can imagine Misha’s mischevious intrigued face, and then I would just be there looking like a dork, haha, either way, it was a year’s idea in the making. So the time has come and here i am shaking with my book…When it is my turn…I walk up to them…I immediately went to Jensen first because above anyone else, I wanted to get his Blessing for the photo, I didn’t want him to do it if he was not comfortable with it, and I was perfectly fine if he would have declined…So, I’m right in front of Jensen and I say “I completely understand if you don’t want to do this but, if not, it’s okay, but can we do something with this?” I showed him the book Misha’s wife wrote “The Threesome Handbook”, and he was like “With this?” He replied with like a shocked laugh as he pointed at the book, I laughed a bit in embarrassment…Then at this moment Misha comes over to the two of us, he sees the book and giggles as he grabs it, Misha being amused at the sight of the book, all I could do is look on in embarrassment and nervously laugh. At this point however, Jensen’s handler came up right away and was like “ Nope. No. No.” And she snatched the book out of Misha’s hand. So he was like “Oh Well” with a shrug kinda look then I was like “Oh well”, I knew at that point it was the risk of asking, so I didn’t mind. So I turned to Misha and Jensen and was like “Hugs then?” So we did a hug picture. The bliss and awesomeness of being between those two, still sends shivers down my spine. Forgive the capital letters but this was the exciting part…after the picture I THEN HUGGED THEM BOTH AND SAID THANK YOU, THEN THE HANDLER GAVE THE BOOK BACK TO ME. I WAS READY TO WALK AWAY WHEN MISHA GRABBED MY HAND, PULLED ME CLOSE TO HIM AND TOLD THE PHOTOGRAPHER TO TAKE ANOTHER. SO MISHA HUGGED ME WHILE WE HELD THE BOOK AND JENSEN GAVE HIS LIKE “WHAT?!” FACE. I WAS IN SHOCK!!!! SO ALL I HAD ENOUGH REACTION TIME FOR WAS TO MAKE A DORKY LOOKING “Idk, worth a shot” SUGGESTIVE FACE.


It happened so quick…I was not expecting it at all…After the picture all I could do was happily give Misha another hug, and just mutter “Thank you thank Misha”, I gave Jensen one more quick one and kinda high tailed it out of the room shaking.

Now…I was absolutely happy, and just speechless, I had two ops, the op I wanted to do, and I spent more time with them. The thing is though…After some time…I felt bad…because I wasn’t sure if Jensen was upset…or kinda just disappointed, because I felt maybe he didn’t want to do it and it was forced, as much as I appreciate it…To confirm, I decided to apologise to him when I got my autograph…The stressful part of it all, was the timing…See…I had to wait for the pictures to print, I wanted to grab it right away because I know sometimes people take photos of other people’s pictures, and I didn’t want this to get out by someone else’s hand. The thing is Jensen was then signing autographs in the same time…So, I was pacing back and forth from the picture table and the autograph hall to see how the lines were, just as it seemed like autographs were almost over, as they called my row many minutes before, the pictures were put out. LUCKILY I received my picture and I was able to make the line for Jensen, photo hidden. So again I nervously wait in line, when I got to him in line, he recognized me and said “Hey you” and smiled, and of course I was like “Hi” *giggles* and then I said “Jensen I’m really sorry about the book photo op”. He smiled and was like “ah, it’s no problem at all” And I said “Okay I just wanted to make sure you know I didn’t mean anything bad by it” and he said “Don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly fine”. I apologized to his handler also and she said “ Its okay honey, I’m not mad about it” and they both said you have a good night and pretty much don’t worry. So *SIGH OF RELIEF*

Got my autograph and his Blessing!! However me being me, I wanted security…So…To Make sure…When I got my Misha autograph, I walk up to Misha with items in hand to get signed.


Misha: “Oh hey it’s you, how are you?”


Me: “I’m good thank you, how are you?”


Misha: “I’m good, I’m good, are you having fun?


Me: “Yeah, it’s been really great”


*Misha begins to sign my items*


Me: *Nervously* “Can I ask you a question?”


Misha: “Of course go ahead”


Me: “Was Jensen upset with the photo with the book?”


Misha: *smiles, then giggles* “Oh no, he wasn’t upset at all. He would have gone through with it if a certain handler didn’t snatch it away from us”


Me: “Are you sure? I really don’t want him to be upset, I just didn’t think it’d be bad”


Misha: “No, don’t worry about it at all, he wasn’t upset” *Misha hands back items*


Me: “Okay, thank you Misha, thank you. You have a great night” *I say while gathering my stuff*


Misha: “You’re welcome. You too” *Misha smiles*


*I turn to walk away when Misha says to me*


Misha: “Don’t give it a second thought”


I respond by just smiling and saying a relieved “Okay”, and then I turn and head out to the hall.

So…This is that photo, from my amazing Nashcon 2016 time…I hope those viewing, find the humor in it as much as I do…If you’re gonna share it, please just attach this story with it, so people know, that yes while some might find it tasteless, it was done with a calculated understanding of the actor’s feelings behind taking the photo and not without asking their personal consent for it first, the events that unfolded from it, were not expected and were out of my hands, just as well I finally want to thank Misha and Jensen and just as well, Jared!! (Though they may not ever read this haha) for everything they’re do for the fans, it was a great time and is now a hell of a story I can add to my life of events. Everyone else…enjoy. :)


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Endless struggles of malec fans..

Fans: We want a proper scene of Malec first time.. nothing overly graphic ofc.. but~ a normal proper one.

#Freeform / #Shadowhunters : No worries! You guys gonna love what we prepared for you~! (;●∀●)ゝ”

*proceed to give some ‘faded to black before any actual consent is clearly given’ scene*


Fans: We want more soft!boyfriends #malec~…. please and thank you~

Freeform/Shadowhunters: We got ya back, fam~! (*^∀゚)ъ 

*proceed to…

- Practically show this scene from a galaxy so far away that one needs a high power telescope to see it..

- Deleted this scene completely..


Fans: wth! no no.. as in more casual intimate touching/kissing between them.. nothing over the top ofc~.. just like any other normal couple, y’know~ 

Freeform/Shadowhunters: Ah~..ofc..ofc.. totally got it! ~(^з^)-♡

*proceed to give us Alec being the sweetest most loving boyfriend ever!!!…. to Valentine!Magnus*


Fans:….. Okay you know what, just…fine.. *sigh tiredly*.. could we at least get some sweet hand holding.. this time with REAL Magnus, please~..

Freeform/Shadowhunters: Ofc you could, love~.. (ノ゚▽゚)ノ


Freeform/Shadowhunters: See how much we love you~~ 

♪♪\(^ω^\)( /^ω^)/♪♪

Fans:…okay…



@magnusandalexander our endless struggles.. amirite or amirite? lol.. ^^;;;


#malec #shadowhunters

This morning I was thinking about the LGBT+ community I know vs the LGBT+ community now, and something dawned on me. The LGBT+ community doesn’t respect its predecessors. Gay culture has changed drastically over the last 10 years, and I’m okay with us moving forward naturally with what people within the community naturally want - I’m not okay with us shitting on the past, erasing the past, degrading the past, as we do so.

The LGBT+ flag is topical so I’m going to start there. During the aids crisis, we never gave up. People were faced with something that was killing them on a biological level, and they said “Fuck you”. People had “going away” parties after being diagnosed where they would go out and drink and drink and drink, not going home for days, they would kill themselves because they didn’t want to let aids have the last say - they said “Fuck you, I control my life, I control when I die”. Other people, even some of the first to be diagnosed while they were still giving out numbers with each new diagnosis, are still alive today - they said “Fuck you, I’m going to take everything I can and do everything I can, you are not taking me, bitch”. We added a black line for those people. And now people think that those struggles don’t deserve that colour any more, that instead of using the pride flags they already have for the intersection of race and LGBT+ issues, they can appropriate all of those deaths.

Punks and rockers in the 70s and 80s stood by gay people, we shared our fashion sense and our flare for the dramatic, bright hair colours and clothes that stood out. Punks and rockers got beaten up for being presumed gay. The leather and spikes in the metal community were popularized because gay artists in that community wore those things on stage - it came from gay culture. And now those very bands and communities have to constantly remind people that they’re left-leaning, that they’re for gay rights, that they’re against systems of power - because somewhere down the line someone decided that gay culture was now flower crowns and unicorns, and that the other subcultures have been against us all along.

Drag queens and leather and revealing clothes are constantly pictured online with captions saying that they’re inappropriate at Pride. Fucking Pride - a protest, a party, a celebration of all of the wild and wonderful aspects that we incorporated into our culture when we said “We’re outside of the norm and so are you, so lets rock it together”. They were our body guards, they took the brunt of the insults and violence while those who were afraid hung back and looked “normal”. They are our history. They are the communities we stood with because we all understood what it was like to be ostracized and judged, and we accepted each other, and we became stronger together. Pride is a protest and a party in one, it’s not a safe space, it was never supposed to be - and if you’re okay with a woman wearing nothing but a lacy thong and marching at a Free The Nipple protest with “Slut” on her chest in permanent marker, as I see so many of the people who decry Pride outfits celebrating, it’s a giant fucking double standard to not be okay with revealing outfits at Pride. If you’re okay with someone dressed as a slutty unicorn at a Slut Walk, then why aren’t you okay with leather short shorts and a leash at Pride?

And alcohol!? People complaining about the alcohol in the gay community are so utterly unaware of our history. Gay bars were our first real “Safe Spaces”, Harvey Milk and other incredible gay activists rose to popularity partially because of their incredible personalities, their parties, their fun and kind nature, how they welcomed people in and offered them drinks and fun and friendship with no question. Our history is full to the brim with proof that being fun and exciting and rebellious was what drew people to us.

And the one that grinds my gears the most is slurs - is how everyone is so quick to be offended by words. That’s not what the gay community has ever stood for. The film “Pride” said it best when it said that when we’re called a name, we take it and we run with it. The “Pits and Perverts” concert happened because the newspapers called us perverts and we said “That’s catchy”. You can’t take away people’s power by giving that word all of the power and then saying that only bad people can use it, only people that hate you can use it - because now the word means “I hate you, I have power over you, you disgust me” - you take their power by making the word meaningless, by taking the word and going “ours now”. That was one of the staples of the LGBT+ community, a motto that we all lived by. But now people talk about how those words have “always been used to oppress us”, as if that never happened.

Y'all act like you want the world to think that LGBT+ people are pastel coloured, young, innocent, harmless angels - we’re rebels, we bring the fun, we bring the energy, we fight to the death and we’ve won over and over and over again; we wear our hair big and bright, we wear our labels on our chest, not because we want to ~normalize~ and ~raise awareness~ but because we’re daring the world to fucking try it, because we’re saying to the homophobes “I’m not scared of you” and we’re taking their power and their words. This modern LGBT+ community isn’t doing that, it’s screaming “Think of the children!” like the conservatives of old, it’s insisting that we’re quaint, middle class, and “just like you”, instead of “Fuck you we don’t have to conform”. It’s becoming what we fought, it’s turning on its own members, past and present, for engaging in parts of our culture and our history.

~ Vape

anonymous asked:

Who carries who? (Cuz with Lillie's assumed strength from carrying Cosmoem and Moon being Moon, it's a valid question)

the answer depends

I usually carry her I think! I guess you could call me strong… 

- m


(but whenever it’s the end of the long day, I end up being the ‘strong’ one. You’d have no idea how often she falls asleep in weird places!)

- L

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Planets in their opposite houses

Sun in the 11th: who am i, really? why do I express my individuality in groups? why do i love people, but at the same time drive them away? how are some people so sure of who they are? 

Moon in the 10th: do i give enough time to myself? why does everyone tell me to relax? why do i feel so much pressure? what is privacy? should i visit home?

Mercury in the 9th: why are we here? how can i learn more? was that offensive? why is everyone else so shallow? what’s the next flight i can get on? 

Mercury in the 12th: can i trust myself? should i say that? can i be alone? did anyone else feel that? do i daydream too much? what else is out there? wait, what?

Venus in the 1st: why do i care so much? why does everyone come to me? am i genuine? isn’t this beautiful?

Venus in the 8th: why is everyone so superficial? why is everyone i like bad for me? did that make me sound creepy? is this too intense? who am i anymore? 

Mars in the 7th: do i love them or hate them? do we fight too much? why can’t i let go? is it too soon to be in love? 

The saddest ever joke in The Simpsons comes in "Two Dozen and One Greyhounds” when Lisa gets mad about her parents wanting to give away the puppies: “Is that what we do in this family? When someone becomes an inconvenience, we just get rid of them?” *Immediate cut to Abe*

As the writers mention on the commentary: “It’s a depressing joke. We talked about how depressing it was. But it’s accurate.”

Bearded Bucky.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .

Words: 2.476


You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day. 

Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.

You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.

“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”

“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.

“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”

And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team. 

“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”

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Ask writers and editors what’s the most annoying feature of online communication and they’ll likely tell you it’s the abuse of the exclamation point. But our linguist Geoff Nunberg says people have been complaining about the overuse of the exclamation since Victorian times. In Geoff’s opinion, the mark gets a bad rap:

“The written language provides us with a dozen or so punctuation marks to clarify our meaning, but only one that conveys our feelings about what we’re saying. Yet the exclamation point gets no love at all. Apple computer forbids its distributors to use it in their ads. …Manual typewriters didn’t even give it a key of its own. You had to type a period, then backspace and then type an apostrophe, by which time any spontaneous excitement would have fizzled away.”

After Years Of Restraint, A Linguist Says ‘Yes!’ To The Exclamation Point

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Shakespeare (Part I)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Author’s note: This is gonna be a multi-part fic!! I’m really excited for it and would love any and all feedback. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Xo


You aren’t a newbie, but your frazzled appearance might portray you that way.

Autumn air nips at your cheeks as you rush around the corner and continue along the edge of the sidewalk. Your feet carry you around other students who aren’t as pressed for time. They give you amused side-glances  as you hustle into the entrance of the closest brick building.

This was supposed to be your semester, the one where you get to class early and rewrite your notes by hand and get straight As. But one-too-many snoozed alarms later and your first day of classes has become your worst nightmare.

You take the stairs two at a time, and are rushing through the doorway to the second floor when you slam full force into a particularly solid shoulder. You’re knocked off balance and a flurry of papers careen through the air to scatter the floor around you.

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