who is the lady killer

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Cybird Ikemen Sengoku All Characters’ Profiles

Note: I’m sorry for any wrong and off translation since I’m a learner, please advice and correct me for any mistakes *bow* 


“Do-S x Self-Conceit/Self-Centeredness” 

Nobunaga Oda

Don’t you want to become woman of the *person who would unify this whole country?

*tengabito = the person with ruling power/have the world/have the country/descend from heaven

VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Birthday: 12 May
Height: 179.7 cm
Blood Type: B

Aspiring to unify the whole country, the cruel and inhuman Sengoku warrior. A real ideologist, his thinking and thought is separated/different from an ordinary man. Being called ‘demon king’ due to his cold-blooded behavior, and he should be someone to be afraid of, but…?

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“Unprecedented x Hedonist/Pleasure-seeker”

Masamune Date

Don’t be bored. You would satisfy me, don’t you?

VA: Kazuki Kato
Birthday: 5 September
Height: 180.3 cm
Blood Type: B

Unprecedented and aggressive hedonist. He believes that he won’t dishonor his way of life as Sengoku warrior. With his frank personality, he makes fun of/playing/trifling with you, as he drawn near to you out of curiosity.

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“Ore-sama x Tsundere”

Yukimura Sanada

Hide behind my back. I’ll protect you without fail.

VA: Kensho Ono (Original: Yoshimasa Hosoya)
Birthday: 7 July
Height: 177 cm
Blood Type: O

A Takeda retainer who’s burning with revenge on Nobunaga. Loyal and devoted, he respects Shingen who shares similar motives. Although he is masculine/manly and has overbearing/pushy/high-handed personality, there is also a shy side of him that is weak/not good with women…?

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“Popular with women x Elder brother temperament/type”

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Can you listen properly to things I’m going to say? I cannot leave someone like you alone.

VA: Kosuke Toriumi
Birthday: 17 March
Height: 179.2 cm
Blood Type: O

Nobunaga’s loyal retainer. With caring personality and always taking care of people, not only he’s being loved by other retainers, but also popular among women. He won’t forgive those who harms Nobunaga, and he’s being wary/cautious of you too.

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“Ambitious person x Perverse/cussed person”

Ieyasu Tokugawa

In that case, do as you please. Since I have no interest for weak people.

VA: Toshiki Masuda
Birthday: 31 January
Height: 174.1 cm
Blood Type: A

An ambitious person who is a contrary and uncooperative. Very patient and hates to lose; dislike weak people. Behind his stubborn and obstinate attitude, he seems to hide a sad past…?

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“Adult x Womanizer”

Shingen Takeda

…Come here. I will teach you the tactics/strategies of an adult love.

VA: Yūichirō Umehara
Birthday: 1 December
Height: 185 cm
Blood Type: B

Sengoku warrior who is feared as the tiger of Kai. He’s aiming for Takeda Clan revival. Although he’s being deeply loves by the retainers for being broad-minded, however he’s a cold person to his enemies. A lady-killer who gives off an adult vibes and charms.

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“Charisma x Yandere”

Kenshin Uesugi

My live and death is in war. I have no spare times for the likes of women.

VA: Hiroaki Miura
Birthday: 18 February
Height: 176.2 cm
Blood Type: AB

A man called ‘God of War’ who’s carrying an overwhelming charisma. His love for war is unrivaled/incomparable, and his victory is always expected without any doubts. There are seems to be some reasons for his attitude of refusing bluntly/thrusting away women…

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“Mysterious x Malicious”

Mitsuhide Akechi

No? You’re lying. It seems you like it I’m being mean to you.

VA: Shunsuke Takeuchi
Birthday: 4 October
Height: 181 cm
Blood Type: AB

Nobunaga’s right arm who is malicious and mysterious. Carrying suspicious atmosphere, he’s someone to be feared even by allies, and his relationship with Hideyoshi is like dogs and monkeys. There is also rumor he’s having a secret meeting with the enemy,  and his true mind and feelings are enveloped in mystery.

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“Pheromone x Keen/sharp/brilliant mind”

Mitsunari Ishida

Whenever you are in trouble, please depend/rely on me…Promise me, alright?

VA: Yoshio Yamatani
Birthday: 6 November
Height: 175 cm
Blood Type: A

Hideyoshi’s close aide with sharp mind and excels in arithmetic. Someone with gentle manner, he does not aware of his sex appeal to make women fascinated of him. Liking war tactics research and study, so much to the point he neglects his life whenever he’s being immersed in it…

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“Cool x My pace”

Sasuke Sarutobi

Don’t worry. It’s really fun to get adapted/familiarized with Sengoku live.

VA: Kenji Akabane
Birthday: 10 April
Height: 176.7 cm
Blood Type: O

Originally a graduate student with Astrophysics major. After the time slip, he’s getting an employment as ninja. Expressionless, but optimistic with a character that cannot lie. He’s searching for a method to return to present time by studying the theory of time slip.

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“Ruthless x Revenge demon”

Kennyo

Well…how about I make you cry? Ojōsan (Young lady).

VA: Tarusuke Shingaki
Birthday: 7 January
Height: 178 cm
Blood Type: O

A revenge demon who resents Nobunaga. A man who is willing to become a demon himself in choosing the means in order to achieve/accomplish his revenge.

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The Acid Bath Lady
Larissa Schuster

On the 9th of July 2003 in California, Larissa Schuster and her lab colleague James Fagone lured her ex husband Tim Schuster out of his home. The pair used chloroform and a stun gun to render Tim unconscious. Afterwards, whilst still alive the pair put Tim’s body in a giant barrel of hydrochloric acid. It wasn’t long before police found Tim’s liquified remains in Larissa’s storage unit.

In 2001, the Schuster’s had a tricky divorce leaving one of their two children to live with Larissa. It’s believed the motive was for financial gain and that James was manipulated to help.

In May 2008, Larissa Schuster was sentenced to life

When Angels Answer

Title: When Angels Answer

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,600(ish)

Warnings:Descriptions of spousal abuse, terminal cancer, character death, angsty, fluffy, smutty, tear your heart out stuff

A/N: I would love, love, LOVE, feedback on this!! Angst isn’t usually my thing so let me know how it is!! Enjoy!!



Today you’d been diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. And you were happy. How’s that for a fucked up life view?  This was the happiest drive home you’d had in 15 years.

Home was your own personal prison cell. You did as you were told because why would you further anger an already hate filled man?

This was your way out. You were only allowed one doctor’s appointment a year, apparently his care for you was enough to keep you healthy for ages. In reality, he didn’t want anyone seeing his fists handiwork. The one appointment a year meant you wouldn’t receive treatment. You could let the cancer grow and spread. You had a way out.

Sound extreme? Oh, it definitely is. Do you know what else is extreme though? Being thrown down a flight of stairs to be dragged back up by your hair, to take a steel toed boot to the gut and tumble right back down again. Why? You accidentally spilled his beer while he tried to have sex with you.

Running never worked, his grip on you was too tight. He tracked your cellphone that must be on you at all times. He counted the mileage on the car before and after you drove, only certain pre-approved routes were able to be used, so he would know if you spent any extra time out of the house. The neighbors all thought you were an adulterous slut, thanks to your lovely hubby of course, and whenever they saw you leave the house when he wasn’t home they assumed you were going to cheat and would call him right away.

There was no way out, until now.

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runningoverroses  asked:

"he’s literally the man I stabbed to death on American Horror Story" I'm so confused, you were on ahs??? Also, i've never seen the show so i literally know nothing about it except that it exists lol. Sidenote--what did u think of wonder woman? Have a great day!

Hahaha hi yes I was lucky enough to live in the greatest city in the entire universe (New Orleans) while they were filming Coven so I went to a casting call!! Somehow I was selected with a few other wonderful ladies to play suffragette witches who stab an axe-wielding serial killer with ice picks while wearing pinafores and cloaks…..it was one of the highlights of my life tbh…..10/10 would get very suspicious-looking fake blood under my nails right before my lab midterm at Tulane again. ✨🔪

I loved Wonder Woman haha I am so ready for the rise of cooing-at-babies-while-holding-a-sword leading ladies!! (Not to mention she’s canonically bi so I’m like…..we have so much in common: sexuality, really into Greek mythology like maybe too much, stabbing…..Danny….. Huston……)

I hope you have a great day tooooo

So like—

The basic structure of Moffat’s characterisation (or at least in Doctor Who and Sherlock) is that he sets up expectations on the characters and then has them break out of them. You have everyone perceive John as the sane one and Sherlock as a high-functioning sociopath to make their adrenaline junky/secret vulnerability stand out more. River made to kill the Doctor but choosing to save him, then growing past him altogether.

Amy trying to convince herself she’s just sassy and feisty, almost frightened by the depth of her feeling; the “girl who waited” who finds herself liking real life; even the Silents think she “will bring the silence” until, y’know, machine gun. Series 7b, looking for the Impossible Girl and finding just Clara; series 8, trying to force herself into the sensible, responsible box until she finally burns it down; series 9, telling us she’s too reckless and too breakable until finally admitting that she can be the Doctor. Danny who doesn’t teach PE and isn’t a lady-killer and isn’t Clara’s perfect epic romance, but rather wise/awkward/honest/ responsible/kind and fiercely appreciative of the ordinary. Rory looking like the too-ordinary boyfriend but smuggling in how open to weirdness he is. Mary, who looks like a disposable wife and looks like a villain and (is both, neither) I hear sort of takes over the entire myth? There are more, but I’d never get done.

(It’s why I brush past a lot of character-centric criticism of Moffat: the critics get caught in the layer of expectation and never notice the contradictions those structures are built to expose. One could argue that the results are still bad, or that it’s done poorly, or not worth doing to begin with and be worth listening to, but if they don’t see what he’s doing at all then they can’t understand it well enough to have a meaningful critique.)

ted and socks

Okay my true crime obsession has gotten to a point where I can’t even buy socks without creeping someone the fuck out. 

Store lady: nice socks 

me: *unthinking* ted bundy liked socks 

store lady: who? 

Me: he was a serial killer in the 70′s 

SHE HANDED THE SOCKS BACK TO ME SO FAST HOLY SHIT 

BOSS ASS BITCH: musical theatre edition; for the ladies who wanna crush the patriarchy while showing off their killer belting range. [listen]

01. candy store- heathers: the musical 02. when you’re good to mama- chicago 03. my strongest suit- aida 04. not for the life of me- thoroughly modern millie 05. out tonight- RENT 06. so much better- legally blonde 07. i can do better than that- the last 5 years 08. dead girl walking- heathers: the musical 09. watch what happens- newsies 10. take me or leave me- RENT 11. it’s a woman’s world- the full monty 12. big spender- sweet charity 13. forget about the boy- thoroughly modern millie

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And then there’s Sansa. Sansa Stark who named her deadly, killer direwolf Lady. And she trained her to be gentle, and quiet, and sweet and loving. And then what happens? The Baratheons have her killed. So now Sansa is so alone, having lost her family, her home and her Lady. But she is the exact opposite of what her father said would happen to wolves who end up alone. Ned Stark said that the only way they could survive was to stick together, and that was never an option. Robb had their mother. Rickon and Bran had Winterfell and then each other. Jon is on the wall, with his brothers, and then across it with Ygritte, then back to the wall. Arya had Gendry, and is still linked to Nymeria. But Sansa has absolutely no one who is her family. So she takes the strength and poise of a lady, and turns it into something as deadly and defensive as a direwolf’s fangs and claws. She knows that she is alone, and that no one is coming for her, so she adapts. She plays the game, she keeps her mouth shut, she stays alive.

Because the best way to hide a wolf, to keep people feeling safe, is to make them think it’s just a well trained dog.

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- Are you going to the, um, leaving thing tonight for Cathy?
Yeah! I wasn’t going, but I am now, because you’re going to be there, and, suddenly, it seems like the best idea ever.  No, I’m not.
- Change your mind! I’m going. I’ll give you a lift. Why not?
Um, actually, now that you mention it, seems like the best plan ever. Thank you. 
 No, I’ve got some reading.

Assassin!Jimin

Okay so to the anon that requested this, bless you bc this AU is kind of fucking me up, I’m starting it off with Chim this could get long idek (okay but House of Cards came on as I was writing this and I’m pretty sure that’s the song for this AU)

  • Jimin is honestly one of the best in his trade
  • He’s in an elite assassination group called Bangtan Boys and no one knows how to find them but at the same time everyone does
  • All you have to do is be in the right place at the wrong time and you’ll find them
  • They’re extremely expensive to hire but they do their job so cleanly and quickly no one complains
  • Jimin is very highly requested bc he has a way of luring in the victim without causing a scene
  • He uses his looks and his sweet voice to get them somewhere where he can finish the job without anyone questioning a single thing
  • No one suspects the man who simply “helped the nice woman find her boyfriend”
  • The phrase “lady killer” means a bit more than it usually does when it comes to him tbh
  • His reputation is extremely important to him so he goes to every major party or dinner that’s held, just to keep up appearances
  • He always wears a simple black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie and he looks amazing in it let’s be real
  • He makes sure to know anyone who’s anyone in the industry, finding out their schedules and personal information as quickly as possible
  • He meets you at a dinner held by one of the richest men in the country and he’d never seen you before so he wonders how you got invited
  • Normally newbies weren’t allowed into events so you had to be someone special
  • He walks over to you after the dinner and offers you a drink
  • You say yes bc it’d be a bad idea to turn down someone so well known in the industry you’d worked so hard to get into and he wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes
  • You do see right through his game though, the subtle way he leans closer when he talks, a small smirk on his face bc he knows exactly what he’s doing, the way he keeps offering you glasses of champagne
  • He starts with his questions, keeping them light and friendly so he could play the “I just want to get to know you better” card if you were to be suspicious
  • You avoid all of them and instead, always find a way to turn them back to him and he’s lowkey ?? bc wait what
  • Park Jimin was not questioned, he was the questioner
  • But you somehow stepped around all of the questions and he was just so confused but also intrigued
  • He leaves the party wondering who you were exactly bc all he’d gotten out of you was your first name and even that had been a struggle
  • He sees you a few more times during the next few dinners and he never truly gets any information out of you and it’s bothering him tbh bc he’d always been able to figure people out easily
  • It was his specialty but he couldn’t do it with you
  • It isn’t until about two months of trying to get to know you that he gets a call from Namjoon about a new target
  • He hears your name followed by the price above your head and he’s just like well shit
  • Bc knowing personal information is pretty key to being able to pull it off cleanly
  • He doesn’t even know where you work or live or anything really
  • He waits to come up with a plan and continues to try to get closer to you but comes up empty every time
  • He somehow finds himself asking you out on a date and as he’s hearing himself say the words “let me take you to dinner” he’s just like what the hell is happening rn
  • He’s never e v e r asked one of the people he had to assassinate out
  • That’s like rule number one, don’t get your emotions mixed up in it
  • The worst part is he actually really enjoys your date together and ends up asking for another and it’s like if he was walking a dangerous line before, he’s screwed now
  • He somehow ends up becoming your boyfriend?? like when that happened he doesn’t even know but it did and the next thing he knows he’s confessing his love and you’re saying it back and it’s just oh no no no
  • He only tells Taehyung bc he trusts him the most to not rat him out
  • After seeing how head over heels chim is, Tae decides to help the two of you get out the hole jimin had dug you two into
  • Before you two can run away, chim has to tell you about the whole assassin thing and he’s so nervous but he finally gathers the courage to do it
  • You just shrug and tell him you already know and he’s like i’m sorry but wh a t
  • “You didn’t think anyone would notice that all of these important people were slowly being picked off one by one? I figured out that it was you after you tried so hard to find out who hired me and why I was where I was”
  • He’s just kinda dumbstruck bc even though you’d known from day one, you’d still gone out with him but he just smiles and holds out his hand for you to take
  • Tae’s nonstop honking the car’s horn bc there’s no doubt the others already found out the two of them had fled and they’d definitely try to get them back so time is limited
  • You three hit the road together and you know you won’t be settling down for a w h i l e but it’s ight bc Jimin’s hand never lets go of yours
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Tracklist

Alphabeat - Boyfriend
Alphabeat - Fascination
Bag Raiders - Shooting Stars
Black Eyed Peas - Gotta Feeling
Britney Spears - …Baby One More Time
Capsule - Can I Have A Word
Chromeo - Momma’s Boy
Coldplay - Viva La Vida
Daft Punk - Aerodynamic
Daft Punk - Around The World
Deadmau5 - Raise Your Weapon (Madeon Remix)
Deadmau5 - Right This Second
Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed
ELO - Mr. Blue Sky
Girls Aloud - Biology
Gorillaz - Dare
Gossip - Heavy Cross (Fred Falke Remix)
Gwen Stefani - What You Waitin For (Jacques Lu Cont Mix)
Housse de Racket - Oh Yeah
Justice - DVNO
Justice - Phantom Part II
Katy Perry - One Of The Boys
Ke$ha - Take It Off
Kylie Minogue - Wow
Lady Gaga - Alejandro
Linkin Park - Crawling
Madonna - Hung Up
Martin Solveig ft. Dragonette - Boys and Girls
Michael Jackson - Billie Jean
Nero - Me and You
One Republic - All The Right Moves (Danger Remix)
One-T - Magic Key
Ratatat - Shempi
Solange - I Decided (Freemasons Remix)
Stardust - Music Sounds Better With You
The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star
The Killers - Losing Touch
The Who - Baba O'Riley (SebastiAn Remix)
Yelle - Que Veux Tu (Madeon Remix)

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, MOM

This year I finally bought one of those mini souvenir Oscar statues that they sell all over Los Angeles. They’re fitted with witty, positively biting plaques such as “Best Stoner,” “Hottest Wife,” and “Coolest Cody,” (who the hell knows any cool “Codys,” let alone “Coolest”?). As truly side-splittingly hilarious as they all were, I didn’t think twice. I coughed up my $12 for the “Best Dad” model and gave it as a gift to the best father a girl could wish for: my mom, Dr. Carol Ellen Lee.

I honor my mother on Father’s Day because, when my twin brother and I were four months old, my father left my family. Or in Internet parlance, “unfollowed” us. You might be thinking that that sounds like a despicable thing for a father to do, but remember – I made very bad small talk at that age! I mooched off dad’s money, and my resume was lacking in all marketable skills. My brother refused to split the check when we went out to dinner! Ever! It was quite a hostile environment for a grown man. So he went splitsies (I think that’s the legal term??). He went AWOL. Oh, excuse me, typo: “A-HOLE.” He went a-hole. While he was vaguely in and out of our lives as small children, I haven’t spoken to him in almost fifteen years now. I mostly regret that I don’t know what he thought of Avatar!

I’m not interested in disparaging my father. One, because then there’d be nothing to explore in my future one-woman show “My mother’s Jewish, my father’s Jewish, and I’m Jewish! And HUNGRY! FOR DADDY’S HUGS…AND KNISHES!” (running off-off-Broadway in a meat locker in Detroit). But two, because I truly don’t feel any emotional wounds. It is not enough to say that my mom was the best mom anyone could’ve asked for. She was a superwoman. A champion. An Übermensch (German for “female Uber driver.”)

My mom raised my twin and me entirely by herself. For you nerds out there, that’s like my mom’s life was a video game and she had to play the whole way through on the “extreme difficult” setting, and still got the high score in record time and found all the Easter Eggs and did all the side challenges and learned all the Ocarina’s magical tunes and got all of Majora’s Masks including Romani’s Mask which took forever. It was a priority of hers that we never notice the deficit that my father’s departure could have left. While working full time as an anesthesiologist, she was still able to make every play performance, every school conference, every sports game my brother and I ever played. And I’m a girl who, in sixth grade, shot a basket on the wrong hoop in a game and missed. I honestly don’t know if that’s more or less embarrassing than making it. If I were my mom I would’ve probably heckled me at my games. I am the most coddled, softest, gooest lady-baby now and there’s not one day that goes by that I don’t thank my mom in my head or on the phone through an elaborate tableau of grateful emoji (“smiley face smiley face money sign eggplant”).

My mom gave me a lot of gifts, but one has become more and more important to me as I grow older. When I was a teenager, I remember offhandedly thanking my mom and her generation for “paving the way for girls my age, because now there’s no sexism. You fixed it for us!” My mother calmly sat me down and calmly looked me square in the eye and calmly advised me that I was mega-wrong (legal term). “Sexism is not dead. I’m sorry, Megan. Society is still backwards and it’s sneaky and it’s going to be here for awhile.” Then she probably made me three lasagnas or something, I was a very large girl at the time, I once ate eight McDonald’s hash browns in a sitting. But this essay isn’t about that, my one-woman show is!

That talk and those lasagnas changed my life. Because, whoa, newsflash – not everyone thinks women are the best. I started seeing the world as a complex place. There were men who hated women for nothing. There were women who hated other women for nothing. There was violence targeting women, all because we are soft and babies come out of us sometimes in two different types of holes. The world wasn’t the Eden I had formerly seen it to be. Though, maybe Eden is an apt comparison – Eve didn’t have it so great. She was punished for all eternity for eating carbs. I bet Eve made 70 cents to the dollar of what Adam did.

My mother’s mother gave my mom similar advice when she was young: “Get a job where you can support yourself. Don’t rely on a man to support you.” As simple and blunt as this sounds now, I forget how novel a woman’s fiscal independence is. Because of my successful mother, I grew up with the privilege of assuming that my brother and I would make comparable amounts of money. That is crazy! I wish I could tell Susan B. Anthony that. She would dig it. Plus, how PSYCHED would Susan B. Anthony be if she knew she was on a DOLLAR COIN?! She couldn’t vote and now she’s on money that men use to buy stuff like sandals and guns and radishes. Not even a more feminine 70 cent piece! A DOLLAR! And honestly, she’d probably be psyched about the time machine I’d used to visit her, too. I could really make Susan B. Anthony’s day.

I want to thank my mom today for giving me vigilance. It is a gift to be vigilant. A true gift. Too many people, both men and women, are complacent about social mores. (NOTE: I feel like this is the closest I might ever get to sincerely calling Americans “sheeple.” This is a big day for me!!) The gift of awareness is more important than ever. The Elliot Rodger shooting in Santa Barbara last month is just an inflorescence on the noxious weed of sexism and female-targeted violence that crops up constantly throughout this country. This is the norm. I feel that it is a privilege to have had my eyes opened by my exceptional mother. My mom raised a daughter who never once, for one second, thought I was going to be supported by a man. I never once thought I was less capable. That I couldn’t do a job that is still mostly done by men. That I was worse at math. That I was less physically strong. (NOTE: I am very bad at parking and spatial reasoning. My mother and I have both admitted that to ourselves.)

They say that “living well is the best revenge.” Well, you know what’s also good revenge? Revenge. It is easy to be angry. It is easy to jump from awareness of inequality into crushing anger. I myself oscillate between fatalism at the state of the olio of inequalities in our world (gender-based, sexual orientation-based, socioeconomic, racial, religious, handicapped discrimination, etc. etc. etc.) and a burning desire to do something. But my mom taught me that rejecting the status quo is doing something. Succeeding, however quietly and tastefully, chips away at everything. And, while things might not fully change until women can physically match men, or until men can give birth, this is enough. This is the fight.

My mom is a feminist. A goofy, badass feminist. She lives her creed. Possibly even more important than instilling a confidence inside me, she raised a son, my brother, who is entirely respectful of women and who genuinely loves them. My brother is a real “DUDE” (legal term). He loves sports and cars and things and stuff and is still somehow able to love women (I guess technically we fall under “stuff”). And I entirely chalk that up to my mom.

I am not here to indict or praise other families. I only can be in my skin. I’m not a serial killer who kills ladies and puts on their skin, though that’s probably a good way to keep looking young, note to self, look into murder-skin-suits, they’re “in” this summer. Fathers are absolutely incredible. Great fathers are great. Fathers who parent with mothers. Single fathers. Gaylord double-fathers (legal term). Gingerbread men who you give little gingerbread children and then you eat all of them because fuck that family unit, I’m hungry, mommy didn’t make me enough lasagnas. All fathers who choose to be good fathers are good fathers. But plenty don’t, and that’s where certain heroes shine.

My mom is a hero. I wish they had a real award show for best parents. The odds are that thousands if not millions of people are walking around with ill-begotten “World’s Best Mom!” or “Dad!” shirts like GODDAM FRAUDS. I would love to have a real world’s best mom competition for those shirts or mugs. Because I’m pretty sure my mom could stand her ground with the best of them. Side note: I am selling this competition show to a highly reputable network as we speak for millions of dollars. Cha-CHING, LOSERS!!

Today is not just “Father’s” Day. Today is a day to honor whomever raised you. Your father, your mother, your grandparents, a fire hose, a gingerbread man, your television. Actually, yeah, definitely your television. Everyone, buy your television some golf clubs. But in addition to TV, the world is filled with beautiful humans who do a lot of good in their unfathomably short time in this smudge of consciousness we call life. They combat violence and hatred and complacency in whatever way they can, and the kindness and selflessness of them all fill me with excruciating joy, and ineffable sadness, and hunger for lasagna.

I love you, mommy. Happy father’s day. 

Someone Like Me? (Bucky x Chubby!Reader

Who knew a lady killer like Bucky would end up with someone of a chubby stature. Well no one really, not even Bucky himself.

He didn’t realize how much he loved those extra plushy curves until he met you.

You may be insecure about you weight and how much your stomach seems to stick out of all sides, but that’s one of the facts that Bucky loves. He loves how you fill his grip, yet there’s more of you to fill the hold. He knows when you’re secure in his arms.

He doesn’t have to worry about breaking easily when he goes ‘Winter’, he may leave heavy bruising, he knows they don’t hurt badly but he still hates it, but you reassure him by saying 'that it’s just a bruise, it’ll heal before you can say 'pumper-nickle.“

You were always there for him, even in the 'Civil War’ you stuck by him because you knew he was innocent of his actions and that he deserved better care than what he was recieving.

You treated him as a person when he decided to stay with you guys.

You were the one that pursuaded Tony to let him stay in the tower with you. You let yourself to be the blame for any wrong actions that he performed in his stay.

The first time when Steve was gone on a mission since Bucky’s homecoming, Bucky had a nightmare and went 'Winter Soldier’ you were the one that acted, calmed him down and stayed with him. That night you got plenty of serious bruising and said,
"It’s what friends do. We help each other out through thick and thin, no matter what causes there are in the end.” With a bright smile as blood dripped out of your mouth. That image haunts him, yet it highlights a very special moment between you and Bucky.

Months went by before he realized that Bucky was falling for you, wuick and heavily that is.

It took a while for him to ask you out on a date, but he did, and that’s where you two are now.

You walked side by side nervously through the streets to your location. But the start of the date wasn’t doing to well according to Bucky as he easily heard whispers of passersby. They weren’t about him, in a negative way, he got the positive comments but you… you didn’t. It was snide remarks and people, mostly women, saying that they were better off with him rather than you just because of you weight.

Bucky did try to stop himself from yelling or punching people because they were insulting you just because of appearence rather than your personality. But Bucky realized he was one of those people that just went out with women because of their looks and sex appeal not their personality.

He’s glad he’s changed… maybe the whole 'Winter Soldier’ thing was for the better of him as a person in the long run, as much as he hates to admit it.

“Hey Buck is this the place?” You quietly asked pointing towards the cafe Bucky chose to take you.
“Oh uh yeah…” He nodded and walked you inside. When you sat all was quiet between the two of you for about five minutes before you broke it.
“Is..is everything alright Buck? You’re all spaced out…” You asked worriedly. “L-look I understand that you may not want to be out and about amongst the public.” Bucky looked up eyes widened shocked.
“It’s not that… it’s…ummm..” Bucky’s eyes adverted to a group of women glancing at the both of you and having little giggles.
“Hey if you want to go talk to them, I’m behind you.”
“But this is our date.”
“Look if there are others you wants to talk to, go out with, that’s fine.” You placed your head in you hand with a kind, offering smile. “Besides it’s better for your own wellbeing as well to go talk to strangers. I’m not stopping you.”

The odd thing to Bucky was that you seemed used to this sort of thing. It was the norm.

“No it’s not that… it’s….”
“Oh..that… It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
'It shouldn’t be fine, and I should worry about it,’
“Besides, it’s nothing new and you should have the freedom to do waht you wa-”
“No.” Bucky cut you off slightly aggitated by the fact that you’re carelessly saying this and that it’s normal for you to say it. “This is us and us only. You shouldn’t be saying this so happily. Why are you saying these things anyway?” You sat their slightly shocked at his outburst as well as the rest of the cafe, but soon your expression turned into a soft, slightly hurt look.
“Well what else to expect someone like me to say, especially someone like you.”
“Someone…like me?” Bucky’s eyebrows knitted, confused.
“A well built looking guy, with a great sense of humour, a great laugh, a natural gentleman- look I could go on and on.”
“Then what about you?…”
“Me…” Bucky nodded, you looked down at yourself unconsciously covering your stomach and looked back up at Bucky. “Well if you want me to tell the truth all you have to do is look at me, I’m fat… unhealthy, unappealing…”

“Is that it?” Bucky sternly asked.
“What?”
“That’s all you’re worried about. Your weight and how others see you.” You quickly looked around avoiding Bucky’s glance.
“W-well if-if you put it that way…”
“(Y/N) look at me.” Your eyes met Bucky’s and all you saw was a serious look, one the matched the look he had when he was the Winter Soldier. “(Y/N) you’re wonderful and absolutly beautiful. I wish you could see that yourself.” Bucky placed his fleshed hand on your and his metal under your chin lifting it up. “Your personality is the factor that stands out more than anything, which your beauty matches. You shouldn’t worry what others are thinking because they’re too busy worrying about themselves. You need to start taking your own advice.” Bucky humbly chuckled giving you a soothing kiss.

“Ugh I can’t believe he’d kiss someone like them.” One of the girls from the other table complained.
“Sorry ladies you don’t reach my standards.” Bucky stated while giving you another kiss.
“Well your standards must be really low.” You joked only for Bucky to intently look at you. “It’s called sarcasm sweetheart.”

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“ABOUT BLOODY TIME!” Tony declared from the other side of the cafe.
“Tony sit down.” Steve grumbled as he pulled Tony back down in his seat, shoving his red face in the menu.
“Whatever sweetcheeks.” Tony winked.