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bloodthirstyhippie asked:

I think it's ironic that all these "feminists" are pro choice. They are so ready to defend women's rights which I fully support, but are just as willing to kill a child who can't defend itself. Agree or disagree?

Pro choice is to give each person their own choice on the matter. If it’s their choice to abort, how does it affect you? Will you raise the child for her? Are you incapable to sleep at night at the wails of aborted fetuses? Does a piece of you go to hell every time someone aborts? Do you know how much it costs to raise a child? What if she can’t even afford it, and the child is then raised into neglect. Because that’s way better right? 

The point is, no one but that person has the right to choose what they will do to their life and body because at the end of the day, they’re the ones affected by the decision. 

I think the saddest thing after breaking up with the person you were head over heels in love with is that no matter if it’s four months, a year, or ten years down the road… If someone asks if you still love them and think about them the answer will be yes every time. But you know what’s even worse? They won’t feel the same way back. Hell, the thought never even crossed their mind.

chalceum asked:

YOU HELPED /ME/ GET MY STAND? BITCH ENYA GAVE ME MY FUCKING STAND, AND BEFORE THAT I WAS STILL FUCKING BETTER THAN YOU. IVE ALWAYS BEEN BETTER THAN YOU. YOU CANT DO SHIT WHEN THE WORLD RIPS YOUR DISGUSTING USELESS SKULL FROM YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE BITCH SHOULDERS. YOU WANNA FUCKING GO? BRING IT ON. IF YOU THINK GIORNO MADE YOU HIS BITCH YOU FUCKING HAVENT MET ME YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF LITERAL FECES. I WOULDNT WIPE MY ASS WITH YOU.

WHO THE HELL SOLD ENYA THE ARROW? ME! WIKI THAT SHIT, IT’S CANON. AND SO WHAT? I HAVE PRECOGNITION, BITCH, I’LL JUST SEE THAT COMING AND NOPE THE FUCK OVER THAT NOISE WITH KING CRIMSON! UNLIKE YOU, I WAS ABLE TO WOUND POLNAREFF WITHOUT TAKING A BLADE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! AND FOR THAT MATTER, I KILLED THREE OF THE PROTAGONISTS IN MY PART, WHEN YOU KILLED ONLY ONE BACK IN THE 1800s AND THAT CHERRY BITCH! YOUR BITCH VANILLA ICE KILLED MORE PROTAGONISTS THAN YOU DID, THREE IF YOU COUNT THE DOG, WHEREAS I BLEW THROUGH HALF THE MAIN CAST IN ONE SITTING! AND WHILE WE’RE AT IT, LET’S LOOK AT YOUR GOALS. RESET THE WORLD IN A HAREBRAINED SCHEME TO BECOME SOME SORT OF DEITY THAT GOT DESTROYED BY A TEN YEAR OLD WITH A CLOUD? HA! MY GOAL OF CONTROLLING THE DRUG TRADE WAS WAY MORE FEASIBLE THAN THAT PIECE OF PISS AMBITION YOU DARE TO CALL A MOTIVATION! BETTER THAN ME? YOU’RE NOT EVEN FIT TO LICK THE DIRT FROM MY BOOTS, YOU VAMPIRIC SCUM. GO GET A TAN AND PURCHASE AN OUTFIT THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A BEDAZZLED BANANA WITH A DONG WINDOW.

combination skin + persistent acne is Total Hell like no matter what you do with skincare and makeup you’re always worsening one of your problems

Hartwin kissing as strangers AU

Based on this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpbDHxCV29A and yes Merlin’s name is Robert because reasons..

‘Why wouldn’t you tell me where you’re going Harry?I’m supposed to be your best friend and what if you get shot or drugged in an alley where we can’t track you and-’

‘Oh stop being such a drama queen Robert it is such a matter I would like to discuss later’ said Harry as he placed his glasses to his friend’s desk so the tracker wouldn’t be a problem.He knew his cyber wizard could be quite nosey and he would like to keep things private since he was pretty embarrassed over the matter himself.

It was Bors’ idea really, he was talking about a video project his niece was going to direct:strangers kissing for the first time..

‘C’mon Eggsy it’s for Malia.I promised her a find volunteers instead ‘cause you know I can’t do it myself-’

‘Yeah it must be quite the hardship when your crush wants you to kiss a stranger.It’s alright Rox I don’t mind doing it I just don’t know if Jamal would babysit Eggsy.’‘Oh you can bring her too I’ll stay with her.I’ll be there to do leg work too it’s okay.’‘Alright, where was this exactly?’

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This isn’t about robbing you of your “Freedom of expression”. Please understand that.  Honestly, if you tried to branch out a little you’d actually end up EXPANDING upon your creativity and artistic skill, instead of just limiting yourself to the same white, skinny headcanons you give to everything that breathes.

When you make characters that were blatantly representing black or other POC and whitewash them, you’re not ‘experimenting’. you’re not ‘just being creative’.

When you whitewash, it’s not only ignorant and selfish, its racist as hell.  and when someone tells you not to, they aren’t limiting you and your ability to express yourself.. you’re limiting yourself by not expanding upon what YOU draw.

You can’t use ‘she’s an alien, though!’ as an excuse, either. It doesn’t matter that garnet is an alien; this is a character who is quite clearly representative of a black character. You cannot look at her and try to tell anyone otherwise.

Before you read one line of this and get all salty and think “youre just oppressing MY art!!” Stop and think about who you’re actually oppressing when you take away what little representation people have just for the sake of your ‘””headcanons””’. 

You wanna be creative? you want realistic hair? you want to be able to draw garnet a lot of cool different ways? there’s tons of ways you can be creative with her design while still respecting what she represents. shocking, i know.

how about this??

This has been a PSA.

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I know what these are. Grainy photos, disorganised books with scribbles, dirty plates and wrappers and nothing laid out. This is not aesthetic, this is the face of me - the face of a studyblr. Yes, I reblog aesthetic photos to motivate myself, and try to write nicely whenever I can, and sometimes I lay my stuff out nicely. But most of the time - this is it. Most of the time studyblr for me is hurriedly getting my chemistry notes done, and snacking in between, staining pages with spilled coffee and scribbling swears in the margins. It’s stressing about my exams and trying to talk myself out of overdosing on caffeine. It’s crappy a camera and unbranded stationery. And that’s okay, because I am still a studyblr and student, and I am no less of a studyblr for not having it together all the time. We tend to only post our ideals and highs, so this is for all of you messy students and all of you midnight snackers and stressed out kids - you are not alone. 

Certainly, I’m drunk and certainly I’m mad, but, also, most certainly, my word won’t make your poetry good or your wife and children love you, and, hell, you know this, you’ve known it a long time. And I don’t have to get drunk to tell you and you shouldn’t force me to get drunk to tell you—no matter what you think of your poetry or any poetry or anybody else’s poetry. I can’t help you. I can’t help myself.
What REAL Friendship is About (as told by Suits)

We all have friends, but there’s always that special someone who gets what it means to be a real friend, and this is how:


You don’t ask for the friendship, you just force it.


You don’t take each other too seriously.


You don’t feel like you have to be somebody else when you’re together.


You always tell each other how you really feel - no matter what


because you actually really don’t want to hurt them


unless it’s funny as hell.


Sometimes you find their jokes to be a little too insulting, but it’s okay.


After all, insults can be the best way to show you still care


and you care so much you always try to help them out


even if they’re being annoying


because you know they’re a real friend and they’ll always be there for you.

<3<3<3<3

Serial Killer Patrick Mackay’s prison journal excerpts from 1975:

September 25: Up until his death my father used to get violently drunk, shout, scream and always when he was like this beat me with the back of his hand and sometimes his fist. He must have had a tremendous drinking problem, but of course he would never say so. I remember that my father never at all hit my two sisters when drunk, but only me and my mother. He would make a lot of filthy accusations towards her. This would take place usually Friday nights and Saturday nights. It was plain bloody regular.

October 3: I feel terrible about what happened all the more because I do not know why or what made me do it. I find it all a confusing matter. You see, I’m scared of myself. At times I often try to wonder why, but it’s just plain hell…. Everyone with the experience I had of mishandling and brutality of the homes, remand homes, approved schools, reception centres and any other bloody place will know that the general attitude prevalent in the early and middle 1960s was vastly against the person concerned. Namely, if his or her family had no backing to speak of – such as I for instance, just a widowed mother and a very young sister – the young persons could be manipulated like a ruddy puppet on a string from pillar to post. Had I a father they would never have stood a bloody chance in Hades of manipulating me in this way. But then come to that it would never have taken place.

October 27: In Moss Side I was classified as a psychopath but without mania. I have always believed that I have not just the problem of being psychopathic on its own, but instead having psychopathic mania. This has always been my personal opinion on the matter, and believe no one to judge one’s mind better in most cases than oneself. Since the mind is such a complex machine…. When I was eventually discharged, I can say that, despite the sudden step to the outside community as a whole, I had at the time only the best intentions in the living of my life. But one cannot unfortunately always foresee the certain type of stigmas that can form and come to be for some people in such an imperfect world as this.

November 2: She was not a bad soul, and why I killed her I feel I may never know. I suppose that even though I had killed her, I wanted in death to make her comfortable as she lay on her kitchen floor. I closed her eyes as they were staring lifeless up, covered her as if in a sleeping bag and left her there…. These murders were so solemn when I think of them, yet so quick, so fast to take place. You know, a man who has killed cannot really say much more than the basics from his point of view as he remembers it. In my case, for instance, I became very cocky about a few things that happened…. It has been said that I must have closed all the curtains in the homes of my victims as they say. This may well be possible. I have never disputed it. But I cannot say this with any certainty for I just do not recall so doing. There is a hell of a lot from the point of view of these killings that I cannot myself remember.

November 7: I shan’t shed a tear. Life is full of shocks of all descriptions and they have to be faced. I am now informed that my trial will be later this month. So I await my destiny. I hope from this writing someone somewhere, wherever it may be read, will pick up some good from my experiences. I am just one example of many bad ones. But who can say totally so?

Another win SWEN!!

Non-canon shipping poll results

These Once Upon A Time fans are passionate, engaged and have an amazing sense of community. This fandom proved to be active online and made it clear that Regina and Emma are the most obvious non-canon ship on the web. X.

Yes, they’re right!! 

After all the mess that happened this week, we needed this!! As they say we are a community = A FAMILY!!

We’re always gonna have these haters, antis & fandom fu*“#%!!
But you know what?? The best part about SQ is that  no matter what we have each other’s backs. We are not alone in this, even if it may feel that way!

Talking to a friend earlier we came to the conclusion that our fandom is one hell of a roller coaster, but one hell of a ride we enjoy! Lol.
One day it’s all sunshine, lollipop & rainbows and the next it’s rainy and cold as bit**!!

But again,  we’re always gonna have each others backs.
We always do!

Stay strong!!

reasons why I can’t pick a fav superhero

I mean, I love tony stark because his story means that you don’t have to be who your father was, and no matter what, you can change who everyone thinks you are. that you are not always who they think you are. that everyone can have a redemption arc

but I love matt murdock because he just keeps going, he overcomes everything thrown in his path, chemicals, depression, and hell of a lot of bad guys, and he just gets out of bed in the morning and keeps at it

and I love clint barton because he’s nothing special. he’s not super, he doesn’t have powers, he’s just the best at what he does because he practices and practices and he’s on a team with the likes of thor and the hulk and he just gets his bow and arrow out and kicks ass. he had a terrible childhood and started off as a bad guy, but turned his life around and fights so hard for his friends and family

and then there’s steve rogers who is just so inherently good that it hurts. who was willing to sacrifice himself weighing 90 pounds with a million health problems because he believed he was doing the right thing. and that doesn’t change when he’s huge and powerful, because he still looks out for the little guy because he knows what it’s like to be him

but then there’s natasha romanoff who knows what it’s like to be taken apart and played with and having to put yourself back together and inventing who you want to be. and she’s strong and resilient and won’t back down from a god and just tells him love is for children, because some things are bigger than romance. because she has red in her ledger

and there’s bruce banner who I adore because he just wanted to make himself better and it all went wrong, so instead of hurting people he tried to hurt himself instead. and when that didn’t work he moved on to fixing people, because he knows what it’s like to want to balance out the harm you did in the world with the good

there’s thor who is so idealistic and so young with eyes so old. he has so much expected of him and yet he questions what is right and what is just tradition and he is so earnest and I love that about him. he rolls with the punches and learns quickly and is so chill about the whole thing it’s amazing

but there’s also wade wilson, who has suffered so much and died so many times and tortured and ridiculed and laughed at, and he just wants to help. he was the victim of assault and abuse and has so many issues he probably can’t count them all, and he still tries. he learns sign language for clint and he does his absolute best to raise a daughter that he hopes turns out nothing like him

and then there’s bucky who’s had unimaginable horrors done to him for decades and his identity ripped from him. but they couldn’t take everything from him, because he wouldn’t kill steve. they took his name and his memories and his arm and formed him into a weapon but they couldn’t take the love he had for steve.

and I just… they’re all so flawed and that makes them great, because it gives me hope. and not all of them have superpowers, and some are disabled, and it just gives me hope.

anonymous asked:

ARE YOU STILL ACCEPTING PROMPTS because jongkey and "Oh my god, are you wearing lingerie? What the hell? I need a picture wtf i love you"

“Oh my god, are you wearing lingerie? What the hell?”

Key turned and innocently blinked at Jonghyun, stationed in front of his mirror. He spun back around to gaze at his reflection, tilting his head, absorbing the different angles. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”

“Uh… why?”

“Because I wanted to. Isn’t that reason enough?” Key asked haughtily, finally looking away from his reflection long enough to face Jonghyun.

Jonghyun’s mouth fell open, eyeing the corset Key was sporting. It was pastel pink, trimmed in white, delicate lace, tiny bows pulling together virtually every seam. A garter was squeezing the fullest part of his thigh, adorned in decorative beads. Oh, and he was wearing heels, too.

Jonghyun reached up to wipe the corner of his mouth, convinced he was definitely drooling.

Key smirked.

Jonghyun blinked and looked away, dropping his bag on the floor of Key’s apartment. He’d been spending the night here every chance he could, and Blue Night had just ended. He really hadn’t expected Key to be awake. “I thought you had a schedule tomorrow?” he mumbled, tearing his gaze away as he padded to Key’s bed to take a seat.

“Not until the evening. And besides, I wanted to wait for you to get home.” Key placed a hand on his hip, glancing down at his appearance, free hand brushing along the soft fabric of his corset. “I got this from a fan.”

“Really?” Jonghyun raised his eyebrows. “It looks expensive.”

“Well, people have sent me bits and pieces of lingerie before, but this is like… a full set. It’s high quality, too, like… feel this!” He trotted closer and jutted his hip out toward Jonghyun expectantly.

Jonghyun reached out to tentatively brush his fingers across the material. “Soft,” he nodded.

“I was too curious to not try it on. It’s uncomfortable as fuck, though. My junk has no room to breathe.”

“I don’t… actually see your junk right now, Kibum.”

“That’s ‘cause I tucked.”

Jonghyun’s eyes flickered up to Key’s and he gulped. “Oh.”

“I think I’m gonna take it off now,” he sighed, thumbs hooking under the bust, prepared to slide it down.

“Wait!” blurted Jonghyun, frantically reaching out.

Key raised a brow. “Why?”

“Can I…” Jonghyun clambered to pull his phone out of his jeans. “Can I take a picture of you?”

Key frowned, but he looked faintly amused. “Why?” he asked again.

“Well, I mean, you’re all dressed up and… who knows when you’re gonna look like this again? I just wanna remember how good you look.”

Key seemed unconvinced, but he humored his boyfriend, facing him fully and shrugging. “Okay. Sure.”

Jonghyun clicked the camera app and held his phone steady. Key gladly posed, puckering his lips at the camera, hands daintily braced on his hips.

Jonghyun took a handful of photos. “Thanks,” he muttered, saving the photo to a password-locked folder deep within his photo gallery.

“Gonna jerk off to them later?”

Jonghyun grumbled to himself, cheeks pink. “Maybe,” he said honestly.

Key’s shadow loomed over him, but Jonghyun adamantly did not look up. “Jonghyunnie,” he cooed, straddling the shorter man’s lap, comfortably taking a seat.

Jonghyun leaned back on his hands, the uncertainty in his eyes masking the way he really felt; his chest was fluttering and his libido seemed interested despite the lack of energy he had at the moment. “Hm?”

“I could just help you now so you wouldn’t have to use a picture later…”

“I’m tired, though, and… it’s late.” Jonghyun chewed at his lip. “You need to sleep.”

Key didn’t seem very sleepy, admittedly, but Jonghyun still felt guilty about this. “Why do you think I waited up for you?”

Jonghyun surrendered to temptation, laying a hand on the slim curve of Key’s hip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Key didn’t answer, merely smiled teasingly, eyes twinkling in satisfaction. “I listened to your broadcast tonight.”

Jonghyun leaned in to press his lips to the small bulge of Key’s throat, sucking gently at his Adam’s apple. The younger man’s back naturally arched, head tipped back as he relaxed. “Yeah?” asked Jonghyun.

“Mhmm.” Key’s fingers were in Jonghyun’s bleached hair now, buried deep in the surprisingly silky white locks (it was a wonder it wasn’t fried). “I put on this lingerie and touched myself to your voice.”

Jonghyun groaned pointedly.

“I started to miss you so I waited up for you,” Key breathed, rolling his hips lazily. “Might as well make some use of this lingerie.”

With that, he pushed Jonghyun to the bed, settling over him and capturing his lips in a slow, but heated, kiss. Jonghyun laid back and just took it, savoring his very rare alone time with Key. “You should wear this more often.”

Key scoffed between their mouths. “Not on your life.”

Well. At least Jonghyun had a picture as a reminder.

life cycle of ice cream:

  1. the good phase. you’ve just purchased your ice cream and it’s soft and in perfect condition
  2. the pretty ok phase. it’s ice cream
  3. neutral. it’s getting there at this point. you’ve gotta get the angle right so your spoon doesn’t bend, but it’s worth the effort
  4. the bad phase. no matter what angle you approach from, your spoon will always bend. 100% of the time. tough shit my man
  5. the final phase is known as the “godawful hell phase” and is the worst. at this point it’s a lost cause. the ice cream is one singular hardened mass and is nigh impenetrable. it’s completely separated from the sides of the carton and knows only hate
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(x) Part 1 / (x) Part 2 / (x) Part 3 / (x) Part 4 / (x) Part 5

Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut. Last Part. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut.

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