whatever the hell you call this ship

look i’m not saying voldemort would’ve actually WON if he’d tried seducing harry instead of killing him, but i am saying we have 100% definitive proof that grindelwald was not above using his own sex appeal to entice powerful teenage wizards to the dark side and look how much further that got him

We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines 'women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not 'lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.


Hugh Aynesworth : I read an interesting evaluation of you by a former friend of yours, a woman writer, and she…

Ted Bundy (interrupts) : Yeah, I know what you mean. I don’t know where in hell she got her facts about me, about anything - but she approached me and wanted me to contribute to the book she was writing. I’m just glad I didn’t waste my time. The ship deep she calls fact! I don’t care who you are, if you can’t see that the great bulk of my personality is alert and vital and reality-oriented and normal, then there’s really something wrong with your analysis or whatever psychiatric model you’re trying to use. I do have a conscience. It may have gaps in it, but I have a very strong conscience!


Imagine shipping Dean and Castiel with Sam; Dean being annoyed by the two of you while Cass is just confused.


Fandom: Supernatural

Gifs aren’t mine.

“I can’t believe we aren’t the only ones who see the chemistry between these two.” You said as you and Sam fist bumped.

“For the last time. I. Am. Not. Gay!” Dean yelled at the two of you, but you and Sam just laughed it off and went back to eating.

All of a sudden Cass had entered the room approaching Dean.

“Oh look, his boyfriend automatically approaches him.” You say as you gesture towards Cass while taking another bite of food.

“I know, its like he’s on autopilot.” Sam agrees as he also eats more of his salad.

“They’re so gay.” The both of you said in unison.

“Oh shut up!” Dean yelled at the two of you which just mad the both of you grin back at him in mischief.

“I do not understand. Why are you yelling at them, Dean?” Cats asked in confusion tilting his head to the side.

“They ship us, or whatever the hell it’s called.” Dean replied as he glared at the two of you.

“Hey Sam, what should their ship name be?” You asked as you turned to Sam ignoring the glare Dean was sending your way.

“How about CasDean, DeanCas?” Sam suggested.


“No, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Deastiel!” The both of you said in unison as you grinned at each other.

“Shut your faces!” Dean yelled as he got up and left.

Cats just looked at Dean’s back as he left in confusion. Than he turned towards the you and Sam. “What has gotten Dean so upset.”

“He’s concerned for his boyfriend.” Sam said shoving more food in his face.

“How sweet,” You replied, ignoring Castiel’s question completely.

Richonne is one of the most disgusting things i swear. I mean… fine, ship it, do whatever you want but for me season 4 Michonne was the best Michonne. Now she is so fucking soft but people call her “ queen “ and for what again? Yes, she makes Rick happy but he was okay without her too. He has his family, this relationship is nothing but disgusting for me. 
They put Rick and Michonne together in like 4 seasons but they couldn’t put Carol and Daryl together??? What the hell is wrong with these writers? AND THEY KILLED GLENN INSTEAD OF MICHONNE. 

WHAT ??? THE ??? HELL ??? PEOPLE ???

anonymous asked:

Stop talking about heteronormative BS, gay justice, whatever. Most people are straight, that's why most ships are straight. James is an annoying white knight nice guy, it's not cause he's black. Karamel is cannon in the comics, it's not cause the writers are homophobic. Calm the hell down. I like supercorp too. Ship it in piece. Stop throwing about bigotry name calling and watch the show cause you like it it cause of one gay couple and wanting more.

Hello pal if you don’t think heteronormativity and racism have anything to do with supercorp and karolsen than you need to read a book. If Lena Luthor was a man, they would be dating by now. A Super and a Luthor? falling in love despite their family history! And if you don’t see a problem with the writers abruptly ending karolsen in s2ep1 because Kara has suddenly changed her mind/as soon as the pod landed to make way for pretty fratboy. And one gay couple means they’re can’t be any more right? I mean bisexuality doesn’t exist?!

Very Important

So, as some might have seen, Matt x Lance is a thing now, yes, it is.

But i feel the need to point out that the ship name is Latte.

It’s Latte.


The ship name is Latte, this is it.

Don’t you dare to use anything different. Okay? Because when @besh-drawing-stuff dragged me in Latte hell, i asked her what the ship name was, and she told me it was Latt.

Like, no, i don’t want a bad ship name for my precious ship, *cough* Shatt *cough*

So, i decided to call it Latte, ya know, like the coffee thing. (I have never had a Latte lmao, such a shame :P)

And, then, when @sapphiresoulmate
and i started talking about Latte, along with Besh, we decided to call it Latte.

Now, i don’t really care if you were the first to ship it, or the second, or whatever. I don’t care if you have a better one. I don’t care if you’re the king of the universe.

The ship name is Latte.


It’s Latte OKAY?!?


Status Infirmos - Pt. 5, Culpa

Status Infirmos - The reader is from our world, and reacts to status ailments more severely and longer than any Eos native. Begin from Pt. 1, Viridis

<- Pt 4 Mortem

“Enemies above us!” Prompto calls out as the ship steers overhead to hang low above your group. You bring up your sword ready for whatever comes out of the opening hull.

It’s thrown out expertly, and before any of you have the chance to shout ‘grenade’ it explodes in a cloud of thick black smog.

“What the hell,” you choke out, never having seen anything like this in the game. It lines your throat and makes you cough more and more, and through the hanging smoke you can hear the others coughing and spluttering too. “What is this stuff?”

Nobody answers and their coughing stops all at once. Your own throat feels lined with the stuff, it scratches and creates an uncomfortable layer, along with a foul taste in your mouth.

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anonymous asked:

99 for starmora please

99. “Be careful.”

Yo someone’s gotta come confiscate baby Groot from me bc like??? I can’t stop including him in these oneshots lmao

Send me a number + ship for a way to say “I love you”!!!!

Peter carefully tilts the cup of water over the soil in Groot’s pot, moving the cup in a circular motion around Groot to cover as much as possible and avoid over-watering one portion. Groot smiles up at him appreciatively the entire time.

“I am Groot,” Groot says when Peter’s setting the cup back down on the table.

“Does that feel good?” Peter inquires, leaning back in his seat. He’s gradually getting better at understand Groot’s speech, but he’s not quite there yet. But Groot nods happily, waving his little arms about. “Yeah, buddy, since it’s just you and me tonight, we’re gonna have a dance party! How’s that sound?”

“I am Groot!” Groot seems to approve as he continues his little dance. Peter hadn’t ever expected to find a kindred spirit in Groot’s younger form, as he hadn’t known the fully grown Groot all that well before Ronan happened, but Peter’s glad they could really get to know each other now.

“Quill!” Rocket approaches them then, looking between Peter and Groot. “Did ya water Groot?”

“Just did,” Peter answers.

“Okay. Just don’t forget t’add some of that special growing fertilizer stuff we got back on Xandar. It’s good for Groot’s growth.”

“I am Groot.”

“What do you mean it’s ‘gross’? It goes through your roots, not your mouth, dummy. Since when have your roots had tastebuds?” Rocket says, but Peter can hear the affection within his voice. “Quill, don’t forget.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Try not to get in any fights this time.”

Rocket flicks his ears, amused. “I think th’real concern should be makin’ sure Drax doesn’t pull any stupid shit again, like the last time he did when we were here, callin’ Ronan an’ all that. What an idiot.”

“Yeah, try to prevent that.” Peter looks above Rocket as Gamora walks toward them.

“Speakin’ of the big idiot, I’m gonna go see if he’s ready t’leave yet or not,” Rocket says, looking between Peter and Gamora. He does a weird…winking thing in Peter’s direction, but leaves before Peter can question him.

“Hey,” Gamora says, stopping in front of Peter and Groot. She apparently missed Rocket’s wink (or just ignored it altogether, because she just doesn’t question most of the quirky things that the Guardians do anymore, from what Peter’s observed). “I know you gave us a list, but I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything else you needed from the shops.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Peter says, glancing at Groot. “Groot?”

Groot shakes his head. Gamora smiles, bending down toward Groot and gently running her thumb over his small cheek. He leans into her touch with an even bigger smile than before.

“I don’t plan on us staying out too late,” Gamora says. “We’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure all the people on Knowhere have forgiven us for what happened the last time we were here,” Peter jokes, though, in all honesty, it’s a fairly well-grounded concern. Gamora frowns in agreement.

“Well, there will definitely be no bar stops this time,” Gamora reassures Peter.

But Peter can’t help the uneasiness in his chest. Aside from all the drama in the bar, there had been the trip to visit the Collector, plus the aforementioned fight with Ronan’s troops after Drax’s call, and now Peter’s picturing Gamora’s body floating through space and he barely reaches her in time and—

“Be careful,” Peter cuts his own thoughts off, somewhat surprising himself with his choice of words. This is Gamora he’s talking to; if anything, it’s usually the other way around, with her warning his stupid ass against jumping head-first into danger.

And she seems just as surprised as him, staring at him for a few moments with confusion etched over her features, but she nods. “Of course. I will keep your team safe, Star-Lord.”

He smirks at that. “Thanks. And don’t hesitate to call—“

“—If anything happens, yes.” She pulls her hand back from Groot to place it on Peter’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “Don’t worry about us. Besides, I heard you and Groot have a night of fun planned.”

“I am Groot!” Groot interjects happily. Peter laughs a bit.

“Yeah. We’re gonna make our way through the second tape, I think,” Peter says. Of course, he’s listened to the entire thing by now, but never in one sitting with Groot.

“Honestly?” Gamora conspiratorially looks to Groot. “That sounds more fun than my night.”

Groot beams at that, reaching his small arms up toward her. She meets his hands with her index finger after retracting her hand from Peter’s shoulder.

“Alright, Gamora!” Rocket calls from the ramp. “Drax is finally ready, after makin’ us wait an entire freakin’ century.”

“I do not believe one hundred years have passed since we first landed, creature.”

“Whatever! Just get the hell outta here already so we can go!”

“Time to go,” Gamora says, rolling her eyes. She gently pulls her finger away from Groot, who waves as she steps away. She waves back. “We’ll see you two later.”

“Keep the others in line for me!” Peter reminds teasingly.

“Gamora! Hurry the hell up!”

“I’m coming, Rocket!”

After that, they’re off the ship. Peter turns his attention back to Groot with a grin. “So, buddy, dance time?”

Groot looks at him with an expression Peter hasn’t seen before. “I am Groot.”

Though Peter doesn’t completely understand Groot’s words, he’s pretty sure Groot isn’t talking about their dance party. But Groot looks in the direction Gamora had just walked away in and Peter figures it out pretty quickly.


“I am Groot.” Groot turns his sharp eyes back to Peter.

Peter sighs, feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. “That obvious, huh?”

Groot nods.

“Maybe someday, buddy. For now, it’s just something unspoken, y’know?” 

 Send me a number + a ship for a way to say “I love you”!!!!

I’ll Tell You All How The Story Ends

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: Request fic for @sassyh0esavage. “I thought it would be really cute if y/n is part of the band, and the guys obvously know about all the fanfics, one day they decide to read one and its about her and one of them”.

“If one more person asks me about fanfiction on Twitter,” Gerard sighed from his bunk as the tour bus barreled down the highway, “I’m deleting my account.”

“What are they asking?” Ray asked, quirking his eyebrow as he looked up from the guitar he was practicing with.

“If I read them,” Gerard explained with a world-weary look. “And if their ‘OTP’ is real.”

“Are they seriously so self-deluded that they think we’re actually fucking?” Frank laughed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from his cigarette.

“Not all of them think that it’s you Gerard’s doing it with, Frank,” pointed out Mikey reasonably as he texted Pete.

“Wait, who do they think I’m doing it with, then?” Gerard asked, looking at his brother quizzically.

“Oh, you hadn’t heard?” Mikey blinked. “I know that ‘Frerard’ was the main pairing at first, and, I mean, it’s still got a lot of fans, but lately another ‘ship’, or whatever it’s called, seems to have a big following online.”

“Who do they think are secretly dating now?” Ray asked with an exasperated look. “Do they think I’m in love with Gerard?”

“No, they think Y/N is,” Mikey confessed.

You froze. Fuck, you thought. You’d been nursing a crush (that you believed was probably unrequited) on Gerard for a while now. Had the fans noticed the way you looked at him when he was onstage, and guessed the secret yearnings of your heart?

It was weird as hell to think there were stories out there about you and Gerard dating and having sex. You’d been friends with him for a long time, but your relationship had never been more than that. Did teenage fangirls get off while imagining you sucking Gerard’s dick? Did they spend long hours thinking of sweet nothings for that fictional version of him to whisper to you? It was a bizarre concept.

“I’m Googling the ship name,” Frank announced, “because I’m bored and we’ve got another hour before we’ll be at the next venue and honestly I kind of find this hilarious.”

“Frank, don’t,” Gerard pleaded, putting his red face in his hands.

“Nah, dude, c’mon, let’s find one of these weird fucking stories and do a dramatic reading of it,” Frank dared.

“You gotta admit, it’s kind of funny that people think Y/N is secretly pining for you,” Mikey chuckled.

“Uh…..right,” you said with a fake laugh. If you acted like this was just another silly thing the fans had dreamed up, your bandmates wouldn’t guess the way you truly felt.

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anonymous asked:

Since the anime has just finished: What's your brutally honest opinion on SorMik?

I played the game and watched the OVA and anime.

Honestly? There is soo much I want to say about this ship but I think if I pour my heart out here and now, that text would never find an end so I try to keep it short.

SorMik isn’t just some merely little ship or one of many OTP’s. SorMik is the one and only, the real one, my One True Pairing.

Some may say I’m in SorMik hell and I guess I have to agree to that since I really adore this pairing. Like seriously adore

It’s almost like an obsession of some sort and I’m not even ashamed about being so hung up on a relationship between some fictional characters because c'mon: it’s Sorey and Mikleo! SorMik. SoreMiku. SoyMilk. Whatever you wanna call them

Two boys who grew up as childhood friends. Two boys that are so different on one hand and so completely the same on the other one. Crazy for ruins and history. Devoted to each other until the very end. Equals who work together to achieve a goal that they wouldn’t be able to do alone. Two halves of a greater whole (I hope no one knows what I did here). Soulmates

There is just no better word to describe their relationship , their dynamic.

And I just love this ship to the moon and back!

And now excuse me. I’ll go back and finish my current SorMik AMV!

anonymous asked:

Starmora, Gamora go on the date with Nebula without telling her team

“Did you have siblings back on Terra?“ Peter looks up from his Zune to see the green woman standing at the doorway to his bunk.

“Um, no.” Peter chuckles. “I don’t think Ego stayed long enough to give me a sibling.” He shakes his head. “And all my half-siblings are dead. So they don’t count.”

“Did you ever want siblings?”

“Naw. I wanted my mom all to myself.” Peter pats the spot next to him on his bed and Gamora hesitantly walks over. She hovers for a moment before sitting down. “Come on, ‘Mora, I don’t bite.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Unless that’s something you’re into.”

“You’re disgusting.” She glares at him, but it quickly turns up into a smirk.

“Why’re you asking about siblings?” He fiddles with the Zune before setting it aside. “Missing yours?”

“I…” She scowls down at her hands, clenching and unclenching her fists. “No.“

“Whatever you say, ‘Mora.” He leans back and she rests her head against his arm. “Whatever you say.”


Knowhere is a perfect place for probably the strangest meet up Gamora’s ever had. She’d left the others without saying anything and she hopes that Peter understands her need for secrecy. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She looks to the person next to her. Blue skin, cut together with chrome and bits of cybernetics, and black holes for eyes.

“It’s the only place we can go without being arrested or threatened,” the green woman responds, shrugging her shoulders. “Besides, this was the one place I knew you’d actually come.”

“I’d rather be spending my days searching for Thanos,” Nebula snarls. “But I’ll indulge you this one.”

“I told you’d I’d try to be a sister you’ve always wanted.” Gamora’s voice softens as she puts her hand on Nebula’s shoulder. “It may have been a long time coming, but we will make this work.”

“Let’s just get this over with.” Nebula’s face doesn’t change from her typical scowl. Gamora rolls her eyes and the two sisters walk off into the darkness of Knowhere.


“Hey! You’re back!”

Peter stands from where he’s doodling on a piece of paper with Groot sitting on his shoulder. When Peter speaks, the small tree looks up. His eyes go wide and he scrambles down from the Terran’s shoulder, making the man scramble to help him down without hurting himself. “I AM GROOT!” Groot shouts as he whips his vine-arms at her like he does to Drax when the muscular man makes him angry. 

“Hey,” Gamora kneels down as Groot continues to whack her ankles with his arms. “Groot, stop.” She grabs his arms and he stops, blinking up at her with wide brown eyes. “What’s wrong?” She wipes the tear from the corner of his eye.

“I am Groot,” the tiny tree squeaks.

“He was worried about you. Thought you’d be gone forever ‘cause you just left,” Peter explains, coming to sit next to Gamora on the ground. He crosses his legs and rests his hands on his knees. 

“Groot,” Gamora shakes her head and allows the tree-child to climb up onto her lap. She cradles the back of his wooden head and he wraps his vines around her, cooing in her ear. “Groot, I would never leave you.”

“I knew you were fine, but this guy wanted to call about fifteen times.” Peter gestures to where Groot sits cradled in Gamora’s hands against her shoulder.

The green-skinned woman chuckles and shakes her head. “Thank you for not letting him do that.”

“So, how was your day out with your sister?”

“What… How did you…?” Her eyes narrow at him.

He holds out his hands to placate her. “I wasn’t following you, I swear. Groot can attest to that if he ever lets go of you.”

“I am Groot,” comes the mumbled response from Gamora’s shoulder.

“Be nice.” Gamora taps Groot’s mossy head before turning back to Peter. “I know. It was actually,” she pauses for a moment, “kind of nice.”

“Well, at least you’re mending fences.” Peter puts a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe she’ll come back before she goes off to beat up Thanos. She might even let us join her.”

Gamora smiles at him. “I doubt that but feel free to try.”

“Whatever,” Peter says as he slaps his thigh. “Ya wanna see the picture Groot and I drew?”



Nebula stared up at the Quadrant, the ever-present scowl on her face. It looked exactly the same. Knowing the little she did about Peter Quill from her sister’s rambling, she’s surprised that the ship isn’t painted in annoyingly bright colors, like his first ship. 

“You a'right?" 

The blue-skinned cyborg looked up quickly to see the scraggly Ravager coming from the market to stand next to her. He’s holding a leather pouch strapped to his waist and another sack full of coins on the other side, next to his blaster.

"Fine,” she snarls, lip curling up at him. “Why do you care?”

“I, uh,” Kraglin rubs the back of his neck. “I’s jus’ wonderin’ what yer doin’ here. You been starin’ at the Cap'n’s ship for a few minutes now.”

“I just left my sister,” Nebula answers, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. “We had what your captain calls ‘sibling bonding time,’ whatever the hell that means.”

“Did'ya have fun, at least?”

“It wasn’t any worse than being pitted against my sister in combat or being torn apart.”

Kraglin nods his head before shaking it in confusion. “That reminds me.” He pulls something out of his leather bag. It’s a small black velvet pouch with a bulge at the bottom. “Thought ‘bout what ya said back when we gave ya that ship to go kill yer sister.”

“What do you want me to do with this?” She shakes the bag and it rattles with the sound of metal hitting metal.

“Stop shakin’ it!” He pulls the bag away from her, gulping at the glare she sends him. He chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “It'sa gift.” He sticks his hand in the bag and pulls out a long chain. Nebula’s eyes narrow.

“You got me… a necklace…” Her voice sounds like she’s on the verge of either killing him or teasing him. “Why?”

Kraglin can feel the blush spreading from his cheeks. “'Cause every pretty woman deserves a pretty necklace… or a hat…” He swallows as Nebula’s eyes narrow ever more. “I didn’t think ya’d want th’ hat after our little conversation back on the Eclector.”

“Does it have a purpose?” She takes the necklace from his hand and examines the vile hanging from the chain.

“It’s a rare poison or somethin’ like that. Least that’s what the guy sellin’ it tol’ me.”

“Will it kill my father?” She shifts the vile from one hand to the other.

“I don’ know if it can kill ‘im,” Kraglin says. “But I’m sure y'all will find a way to use it.”

Nebula shakes her head. Her lips turn down to that familiar snarl again. “If it will help me kill my father, you have my thanks.” She nods as she walks off.

“What a woman,” Kraglin whispers to himself as he watches the blue cyborg walk away.

So this one kinda got away from me. I’m not sure this is what you were looking for, anon, and I hope I characterized Nebula and Kraglin correctly. I like the idea of them having some sort of relationship and I even ship them romantically no matter how crack-ship that is!

Send me numbers and I’ll write a Starmora oneshot with it!

Send me a phrase and I’ll write a story with it! Please include the phrase with the number so I don’t get them mixed up with the numbers above.

Before The King [Part 7 / ?]

Dedicated To: @mangosoldier for her birthday <3

Post Civil War Series

[ Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six ]

Pairing: T’Challa x Ex-Avenger!Reader

Characters [in order of appearance]: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, T’Challa, Okoye (Comic Character), Dr. Misreli (OC), Sam Wilson, and Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: Civil War Spoilers, Explicit Language, Confronting PTSD, Mentions of Violence, Mild Sexual Reference, Intense Themes, and ANGST.

Word Count: 4.2k+

A/N: It’s here! I finally pushed myself to do it and the ending may seem a bit rushed, but I was on a strict time-frame, so enjoy! x. T

Your name: submit What is this?

Panther Island  |  1 Day Later

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           You climbed out of the cabin of the helicopter after Steve and Bucky, ignoring the roar of the waterfall just outside the hidden aircraft hangar. The water returned to rushing in a thick, misted wall at the far side of the landing pad and you could feel the humidity make your skin clammy as you walked down a short flight of steps and towards the facility within the mountain as the two soldiers remained ahead of you.

           Bucky looked back and smiled, gesturing with his right hand for you to come up to join him and Steve. You lengthened your stride and walked next to him, feeling the brush of his warm skin against your arm. He paused his conversation with Steve and told you, “Don’t need you being alone back there, darlin’.”

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Cal, I just found a summer music program in Oasis Springs that’s accepting applicants. It looks pretty fun!
Jesus, Liv. I’ve been living with you for two weeks and you’re already trying to ship me off.
That’s not-

Dear Journal,
Callie still hates me. Well, maybe she doesn’t, but she sure as hell doesn’t seem to like me. I just don’t get it, I’m her older sister. Sure, I haven’t kept in touch as much as I should have but does she seriously hate me over a few missed phone calls? I mean, I get that it’s only been a few months since mom and dad died, but I’m going through as much of a change as she is. I’m young and free and suddenly raising a teenager. Can’t she understand any of that?
~Olivia Childs

This is the last text regarding the recent event.

To all who have reblog and support for that callout post of me, claiming as far that I’m a Nazi supporter, just because I disagree with all these promoting using violence against the people you’re disagree with..

You should be ashamed of yourself. You have stay in the fandoms for so long and you have not learn any past experiences of other artists who have been called out, been labeled a lot of stupid shit just because they have their own opinions on certain things. I saw a lot of su artists that I used to respect, almost all turns against me, you even reblog and support this bullying without even know what I am trying to point out.

Also the screenshots of those arguments are incomplete, the OP of the callout post just choose whetever convinient to them in our arguements and use them to claim that I’m a Nazi supporter (although the arguments I have there didn’t really clearly state that I’m a Nazi lol). You can look back at my twitter to look at the full arguement for all I care, you might agree/disagree me, this is just an opinion and it is debatable. I don’t have to tell you who’s right and wrong, I believe all of you have brain to think by yourself instead of blindlessly claiming I’m this ‘inserts labels’ like a bunch of sheeps. Also that OP has left out the racist slurs used against me(they deleted it once I pointed them out), supports unreasonable statement saying its okay to stop people from a thing from happening even though you don’t even know it will happen, a threatening message of making a callout post and keeps on spamming strawmens aka the nazi’s and hitler mess to attack my original statement. Apparently they also have DELETE the comments/reblogs whoever disagree with them in the callout post. What a biased move there. Are you afraid of those comments that make people thinks not like you hmmm?

Will these stop me from liking stuff, hella no..I will keep drawing whatever hell I like. Tagged that callout into the ship tag I love for calling out the communities to spread rumors about me is a cowardly move. This has prove nothing but it did proves that the OP of the callout post is an online bully who wants to cause harrassement towards an artist for having an opinion, bravo. I also see a lot of people who support that callout post, you called yourself a tolerant one and yet you shuts everyone who disagree with you without a reasonable reason. This seems a big hypocrite to me.

Lastly, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this. You might agree/disagree with me, but I don’t care about that now. But you have shown me that you are not blindly follow the rumors like a herds of sheeps. I, thank you all for that.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any good superwolf fanfics? :)

Do I know any superwolf fics? DO I KnOW any SUPERWOLF FICS?! Hell yes I do! But fist, anon, we’re going to play a game.

It’s called: One Ship, Two Ship, Three Ship, NO!

The rules are simple: you play by deciding if you want a ship in your fic or not.

One Ship: Sterek

Hold the Door —When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

A Plea from Broken Love—Stile’s asks for help from a divine source, much to his surprise what he gets is a grumpy angel with no sense of humour.

Get up to this feeling, Keeps me on the Run—The alpha pack leaves Beacon Hills after just two days. All in all, Stiles figures things didn’t go so badly. He’s wrong.

What Are You—Crowley orders Stiles to bag him the Alpha.

Two Ship: Destiel AND Sterek

Aftershock— Stiles knows something is up. Beacon Hills didn’t just turn into a war-zone overnight - and as far as he can see, its only getting worse. When a massive explosion rocks the town and people start showing up dead or… different, they know it’s time to put aside their differences and stop whatever is happening from ripping their town apart. It’s not going to be easy, because they’ve got no idea what they are up against, and to make matters worse, they’ve got a new set of hunters of their trail.

Adventures in Babysitting—Dean needs the money to fix up his dad’s old impala and the only way he’ll be getting the dough is if he becomes a babysitter. He thought it would be a one time thing but the kid he has to sit for is a force to be reckoned with.

The Call—Cas is entering his first heat and panicking about the prospect of carrying Dean’s pups. Dean’s furious when Cas goes missing. And a phone call from Derek Hale is about to throw a huge spanner in the works.Uprooting their lives to Beacon Hills, Cas and Dean adopt Derek into their family as they prepare him to take on the role of Alpha in the pack.However, Derek is too young to rule. With Derek’s permission, Dean takes on the role of Pack Alpha until Derek is mature enough to assume the role himself. But there’s already divisions within the rest of the pack about whether Dean is an acceptable choice for Pack Alpha.

Don’t Tell My Dads My Boyfriend Is A Werewolf— ”My dads want to meet you.” Stiles Winchester!verse. (First part in the Don’t Tell My Dads series)

At the Crossroads—Stiles is possessed by a demon and the pack scrambles to find a way to get rid of it before it’s too late, and the Winchesters notice something odd happening in a town called Beacon Hills.

Don’t You Dare (Hurt Him)— Dean hunts down a werewolf in Beacon hills but it doesn’t go as he plans…

Once Upon a Forest Full of Monsters—Obligatory purgatory fic. 

Flesh and Bone—Dean’s trapped in Purgatory looking for his angel when a not so subtle kid in a red sweatshirt asks to team up. Dean takes Little Red Riding Hoodie underneath his wing as they try to escape.Or the one where Stiles bargains with a witch to get sent to purgatory to save Derek and finds Dean instead. They work together to find a way out of Purgatory as they each look for their “person”.

Three Ship: Wincest AND Sterek AND Winchesters+Stiles OR Sterek+Dean Winchester OR Sterek+Scott AND Destiel

It’s all Derek’s Fault—“You were cursed,” Sam says gently, which, yeah, Stiles should have seen that one coming.“Right,” Stiles sighs. “Of course. So what was it? Fairy? Witch? Demon? Succubus? Kanima seeking out some screwed up revenge for crushing on his girlfriend? And also, curse? What kind of curse? Because the only thing I can think about is sex. Is it a super teenage horniness curse? Right, yeah, that would be my luck.” Dean blinks at him from the rearview mirror. “You have amazing eyes.”Sam laughs and Dean shoots him one of those brotherly looks that says I will cut you, bitch. Stiles could be paraphrasing, though. He’s good at that. “How much do you know about curses?”

Through the Fallout—Stiles thought he was betrayed and he left. Now he returns to fight a demon; to help in a place he never wanted to return.

Bonded—Soul meets soul when eyes meet eyes. (Part of the Hat-Trick series) 

NO!: No Ship 

This Cannot End Well— As soon as he walked through the door, Derek could smell the wrongness of the man at the end of the bar.

Yantra— What if Dean and Derek had the same tattoo artist?

Stestiel Interaction #2— “Dean likes pie…”


Phew! That game was fun, wasn’t it? 

Happy Reading Anon!

I was having a peaceful…afternoon, then I went through my activity. It’s about me being ‘anti-clalec’ and I said ‘someone was defending them.’ This will contain spoilers from the book(s) so fuck off if you don’t want to read this.

This post is my response to [x]

Here’s the thing, sweetheart, I didn’t miss the point. Yes, people can ship whoever the fucking hell they want, go ahead, I really don’t give a fuck. But, here is the problem with shipping Clacec, especially if you’re shipping Clacec purely because you watch the show and know they have chemistry, FRIENDSHIP CHEMISTY/SIBLING CHEMISTRY, I might add.

But, let us not forget the books, no matter all of my hate for Casserole Clare and the many faults of the books ― which isn’t the point, I’m getting off track.

I’ve seen a lot of Clacec shipping Clacec purely because they don’t like Malec and well they don’t really have much people to ship Alec with except Lydia, if you don’t like Malec, that’s fine, I really don’t care about your opinion because I love them.

Especially when the Clacec shippers were in denial of Alec being gay, if they haven’t read the books. He is gay, very gay, not bisexual, gay. Have I mentioned gay? I don’t think I can say it enough, he’s gay.  homosexual. dicks not chicks, dicks before clits.

You didn’t read the books? That’s fine, but the Malec fandom has been around for a long time, it’s not just some pairing that popped up out of no where, the relationship is canon.

*Ahem* Let me define canon for you, - refers to elements established by the original source material (TV show, book, movie, etc…) itself for either plot, setting, or character developments. The official details, as it were.

Which pretty much means the author of said book or books or writers of TV or whatever type of media, it really happened, it’s not something that’s made up by fans.

Magnus and Alec’s relationship is in the books [while not touched upon like it should of been which is why there is so much fan-made work of it], they are literally married with two children as of 2016.

Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane

[Pictures below do not belong to me. I got it from] [x]

This is from Casserole Clare herself, I.E canon.

Anyway, back to the my ranting.

Some of the clalec shippers are calling Magnus & Alec’s relationship ‘toxic and abusive.’


There is a reason that I hate Clalec far more than that it’s Clalec, I would hate it if it was shipped with Lydia, or any fucking girl in the TMI universe or just OC’s or whatever.

“But you can ship straight characters with gay characters and make fanfiction about them,”

That’s a poor fucking excuse. Go ahead, ship CANON gay characters with females, whatever, do the what the hell you want, I’m not the fucking boss of you, I’m not your mum, I’m not your dad, I’m nothing to you.

However, I can say whatever the hell I want so I will.

The reason I hate Clalec so much because it’s taking away Alec’s identity. Alec struggled with his sexuality for years, following the rules of a very homophobic and (racist? kinda it’s a racial allegory) society and then he meets Magnus, while not everything changed right away but Magnus opened Alec up to a world full of acceptance and love.

Alec’s sexuality is essential to his character and his character development. To strip Alec of his sexuality and ship Clalec makes me angry. You don’t like slash? fine, whatever go read your het and watch it, I don’t care. But, Magnus and Alec ARE canon, which is what I’m trying to stress.


Show!Alec & Book!Alec aren’t the same, they are similar, yes but not the same just like Show!Magnus and Book!Magnus are very similar but not the same either.

I just feel like people are literally stripping away everything that makes Alec who he is, who he had grown to be, by shiping Clalec, that is all.

I am exhausted writing this, emotionally exhausted somehow. I’m not sorry if you don’t feel this way I just.. wont ever support shipping Clary/Alec in any way other than BROtp (eg. FRIENDSHIP!) I will never support shipping Clary and Alec, Alec and Lydia or Alec and any female. A boy however? go ahead, I ship Jalec, Malec, Salec (Simon and Alec), but Malec is my OTP, obviously.

That is all I’m going to say.

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Tagged by: no one because I am forever alone

Gender: err female but im often mistaken for a guy and when that happens I just role with it :P

Star Sign: aquarius 

Height: 160 cm and im not gonna grow any taller gdi

Sexual Orientation: what do u call that thing where you don’t want to be in a relationship but enjoy shipping the hell out of fictional characters

Hogwarts House: what

Favorite Color: all colors are beautiful in the right context so :| cant decide :| like u know how construction worker neon orange isnt rly nice to look at but the bright orange in a sunset is like fuhidsyghsdfisdufhdusfhsufhdsufihs

Favorite Animal: whatever will let me pet them

Cat or Dog Person: cat mostly but i like both

Favorite Fictional Characters: fuck uhhhhh 
from one piece: law, corazon, ace, sanji, zoro, sabo
from haikyuu: kuroo, iwaizumi, terushima, bokuto, everyone pretty much idk how to rank favorites
from other various animes: grimmjow jagerjacques (how do u spell it), ulqiuorra schiffer, izaya orihara, shizuo heiwajima, rain (from rain the manga), seran, akashi seijuro, murasakibara atsushi, takao kazunari, sora from no game no life, there’re more but i cant remember them all sry

Dream Trip: Antarctica, himalayas, alaska, greenland, anywhere cold cuz it is WAY TOO FUCKING HOT HERE

Dream Job: engineer or architect or something sciency/computery/mathy (mmm much sophisticated term yes)

When was this Blog made: <1.5 months ago

Number of Followers: 65 cuz i moved blogs like a day ago. previously was around 290

What made you decide to create this blog: i needed to art more and i reaaalllllyyyy like law

i also wanted to start an art blog and i feel like ask blogs were a good way to get started cuz i’d be frequently drawing so it’s good practice getting the basics + its okay if it looks awful
maybe later after i figure out how to art a little bit more i’ll start a legit art blog?? ???????

Tagging: :| everyone’s already done it

// to the anon who sent that really “nice” ask about “you should understand how we feel because Mahiru is always in the way of Gureshin”, I’m not even gonna post your ask. Just know that you’re stupid, and childish and Idk how else to call you.
1) what makes you think I should hate Mahiru? Because I’m a Shinya RP blog? Because I ship Gureshin? Well, guess what? I FUCKING LOVE MAHIRU AND I SHIP HER AND GUREN AS WELL AS I SHIP GUREN WITH SHINYA whooops! Did I disappoint you?
2) how fucked up must you be to think you would find support from me only because I ship Gureshin?? Stay the hell away from me. I don’t support any kind of hate or shaming or whatever it is you like to do. I’ll fight and protect Mahiru, or Shinoa, or Akane, or anyone , and most importantly I’ll protect their muns, as well as people who just love them as I do, because there are wonderful people behind those characters, and you have no right to hurt them .

Friendly reminder (please don't think I'm upset because I'm totally not!)

I’m keeping this blog specifically for reader inserts (or whatever the hell you want to call what I write it’s such a clusterfuck anyways)

I MAY make another blog for ships and stuff like that, because I just don’t want to put it here. I’ve got no problem with ships, and I’ve got some of my own that I don’t actively write about because I respect the wishes of the people involved.

Anyways, keep tuned because a new blog may pop up one of these days.