yes i do like some country

anonymous asked:

Finally brave and lucky enough to post something in the ask box. So this is a question from my friend (cuz I couldn't find a good question). Do you like pubic hair braiding? Love from a chicken-shaped country.

Mmmhh yes, love me some pubic braids

I feel like I want to make some people SHOOK today, so here is a free mini-lesson for everyone (P.S: If you’re American then please pay close attention):

-There isn’t a single country in the Middle-East that has the word “stan” in it. Not a single one.

-And yes, that includes Pakistan & Afghanistan.

-Yes you heard me correctly, both of Pakistan & Afghanistan are not in the Middle-East, but instead they’re in South & Central Asia.

-Muslims don’t wear turbans, at all.

-Arabs/Middle-Eastern people also don’t wear turbans either, at all (In some Arabic countries there ARE types of traditional headwraps and they’re called “Emamah”, however they’re not called turbans and you can easily tell the difference between them if you bother learning).

-The only Religion/Culture whose people do wear turbans are called Sikhs, follower of Sikhism religion. And no, Sikhs are not from the Middle-East either, but are primely from India.

-There are over three muslim countries in Europe. And no, the muslims there aren’t immigrants but are in fact native white Europeans who are also Muslims (Yes white European muslims exist, since you know, Islam is a universal religion not an ethnicity or a race)

-There’s over 50 Muslim countries in this world and aside from Iran there isn’t a single muslim country in this globe that forces women to wear Hijab (Headscarf) By law. 49 out of 50 muslim countries don’t have laws forcing women to wear Hijab or face veils.

-A Muslim woman wearing a Burqa is an extremely rare thing that can hardly be found in any Muslim countries, so if you see a Muslim woman covering her face with a type of cloth then that piece of cloth is most likely a Niqab NOT a Burqa (Seriously, don’t bother saying Burqa cuz 99.9% of the time, the thing you want to describe is probably not a Burqa)

-Only 23% of the world’s Muslims population are from Arab/Middle-Eastern countries. Yes, there are more non-Middle-Eastern/Arab Muslims than there are Middle-Eastern/Arab Muslims.

-Prophet Muhammad’s wife Aisha wasn’t 7 when she married him, but was actually 19 at the time of the wedding (And this have been debunked for centuries now, yet it’s still used by Islamophobics till this day).

-Almost everything I have said in this post have been true for centuries actually, so if you didn’t already know at least one of the things from this list then you really have no excuse to be this deep in the dark.

What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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anonymous asked:

haha ur nasty shipping sheith as a 24 year old im gonna vomit lol keiths a TEENAGER and shiros older than you!! would you get it on with a highschooler?? cause thats what your implying shiro wants to do. thats gross. youre gross

Yes. I’m gross. I admit it.
I’m so gross, my own boyfriend is 20 and I’m 24. Gross, gross, gross. But I live in a country where this is accepted. Guess my whole country is gross…
And my ass is all sheith and no sorry.
You caught me.
And I don’t even regret anything. ❤️
In fact…. There’s a sheith positivity week coming up in a few days. And I kinda feel like I’ll celebrate it by uploading a shit ton of sheith stuff, dancing around a fireplace at 3 am, sacrificing some Mac ‘n’ Cheese to the sheith-God and bathing in the tears of all the antis I couldn’t care less about.

Yes. Yes I am gross. Very, VERY. GROSS.

You may hate me now. ❤️

Just because someone is generous doesn't mean you can take advantage of them.

Background: both my parents are ophthalmologists (eye surgeon) and they practice at a private clinic together. To comply with rule #6 I won’t mention in which country this takes place but keep in mind this isn’t in the states or Canada.

Five years ago my parents took over a private clinic. The doctor that was practicing there previously had treated his nurses horribly (e.g., yelling and throwing things at the nurses when they make a mistake, calling them all sorts of awful names even in front of patients). However, my parents are not the kind of people who can do that.

So when my parents took over the clinic, they gave the nurses a raise, were flexible with their schedule, and treated them humanely. Not to generalize an entire country but for an employer to treat their employees with kindness is not very common here.

Here’s where the problem started. The nurses, instead of appreciating my parents’ generosity, they thought it would be okay to try and take advantage of this situation. They would show up late, come up with excuses to skip their shift and complain when my parents don’t pay them for their personal days, and they would talk down to my parents.

My parents never tolerated this kind of behaviour in the first place. Whenever the nurses behaved like this, they would sit them down and remind them that they should be treating my parents with respect not only because my parents are their superior but because they’re all adults. They would behave well for a few months and then the same thing would happen again. My parents have already replaced two of them so it’s not like they’re under the illusion that they have job security.

*Soapbox alert*: What bothers me most is that these nurses behaved perfectly well when they were being treated like animals by the previous doctor. And I would be more understanding if they were young but these nurses are in their mid-forties to mid-fifties.

Anyway, August is when most businesses take their summer vacation which basically means employees get a three or four day weekend but very rarely more than four. And surprise surprise, one of the nurses last week were complaining about not receiving a six-day-long paid vacation. She’s claiming that’s how much nurses receive at other clinics (which they don’t) and that it’s illegal for my parents to not allow them to do so (it’s not). And it’s not like we’re prohibiting her from using up her personal days to extend her long weekend.

I think that was the last straw for my mother. She spoke to our lawyer to double check what we’re allowed to do. Here’s a rough translation of what my mom said to that nurse yesterday in front of all the other nurses:

“We pay you above average for a private clinic nurse and we’ve been more than reasonable to your complaints and requests. There’s nothing else I can do to make the work environment here any safer and more peaceful. Despite never having done anything illegal nor violating any part of our contract, you think it’s appropriate to act like we’re taking advantage of you? Fine, let’s play by the ‘law’.”

  • Her contract needs to be renewed at the end of September. Her pay will be decreased to the legally required minimum wage.
  • The premium healthcare we provide for our employees that we’re not legally obligated to pay for? Her’s will be reduced to the basic plan.
  • Nurses are paid by the hour and there’s no minimum number of hours legally required in the contract so we already cut her shifts by half.

The workforce in this country is incredibly competitive so given her age, it is very unlikely she’ll be able to find another job as a nurse. Even if she did, she would have to leave my parents on good terms; as in she can’t badmouth us or cause chaos right before quitting otherwise her license could easily be taken away and all it takes is for my parents to blacklist her in the doctors’ association and no doctor in this country will ever hire her.

Her husband owns a construction firm that does pretty well so it’s not like the contract revisions will put her family out in the streets or anything. Still, I know this kind of makes us look like monsters but my parents rarely take such drastic measures. As their child, it was super satisfying to see them finally defend themselves.

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Clint’s Daughter

Note: feedback is welcome! I loved this request, omg.

Request: I adore ur writing and was wondering if u could do where the reader is like Clints daughter and last time Bucky saw her was when she was younger and now she’s grown up and he starts feeling things and ya know maybe throw some make out in there and some touchy stuff ;) and DOLL JESUS PLS YES LOVE U - @iblamemichael181

Originally posted by sebbystansmanbun


Clint was probably as excited as you were to finally have you back at Stark Tower in a few short hours. You haven’t been there in so many years, you actually lost count. You were tired of the country life and you desperately needed a change in scenery. 

Your dad said you had a place at Stark Tower anytime you wanted to visit the city and your family, as he calls them. So, you packed your bags and told your dad you wanted to visit.

Your mom was a little more reluctant to let you go, she always wanted to make sure you were safe. Clint assured her time and time again that nobody would be able to mess with you, not when you had an army of Avengers by your side. After convincing her to let you leave, you made your way to the jet Tony had so kindly sent out for you.


Clint was pacing along the common room floor, checking the clock every five minutes. “Clint, she’ll be here. Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” Tony said with a loud sigh. Clint shook his head and stopped pacing, turning to face the others. “She hasn’t been here in years, I just want her to feel at home.” Clint said, checking the clock once again. You should be landing anytime now.

The team was talking among themselves, all gathered around, waiting for you to get there. Everyone was excited to see you again, only remembering you as your younger self. They always tried to keep in touch, mostly Steve and Nat than anyone else.

Soon after, the jet finally landed on the roof of the Tower and Clint basically screeched in excitement, causing the team to laugh. “Jesus.” Sam muttered, shaking his head as he chuckled. The team all stood around in a welcoming line, ready to see you.

Clint stood in front of them, a big smile on his face. “I can’t wait to see her!” Nat squealed, bouncing on her feet. Steve smiled and nodded. “Me either, I wonder how much she’s grown.” Steve said, staring at the elevator anxiously.

Bucky stood beside Steve, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Y'think she’ll remember me?” Bucky asked quietly, catching Steve’s attention. You had just briefly met Bucky the last time you had visited the Tower, you didn’t have a lot of time to stay. You were much younger and didn’t get to properly warm up to him.

Steve turned to Bucky, a small look of shock on his face. “Of course she’ll remember you, Buck.” Steve said, nudging Bucky’s side. Bucky smiled and sighed. He enjoyed having you around that one time, you were young and full of energy. You made everyone smile and just made the place feel happy. Bucky could remember how you wore pigtails in your hair and wore little sundresses, he thought you were such an adorable little girl.

You sighed, nervously playing with the hem of your sundress. The elevator suddenly dinged and the doors opened. You saw the entire team standing with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N!” Clint and Nat both yelled, rushing over to you. 

You smiled shyly and set your bags down, letting your dad pick you up and twirl you around. Clint’s smile was so wide and you couldn’t help but squeeze him tightly. “Dad!” You said, your arms tight around his neck. You laughed as he set you down and you turned to a rather overly excited Nat. 

“My turn!” She yelled, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’ve grown up so much!” She yelled excitedly. You hugged her back and she swayed you from side to side. “I’ve missed you!” You yelled back, smiling as she giggled into your ear.

She pulled away and you turned to see Steve standing there. You squealed as you ran and hopped up, wrapping yourself around Steve. “Steeviiieee!” You yelled, hearing him chuckle. “Y/N!” Steve yelled back, twirling you around just like Clint did. He set you down on your feet, helping you keep steady.

You beamed up at Steve, your hands resting on his biceps. “Dang, Brooklyn! Those muscles have grown!” You said, your eyes and mouth wide in amazement. Steve playfully flexed under your hold and chuckled. “You haven’t grown much height wise, but wow! You’re so beautiful!” Steve said, causing Clint to clear his throat, eyeing Steve. “Oh Dad, stop it.” You said giggling. Steve pulled you along, your dad and Nat following behind.

You shyly waved at everyone and Tony stepped forward now, gaining your attention. “Okay, has it really been that long?” Tony asked, giving you a tight hug. You smiled and gave his back a light pat. “It has.” You pulled away, “You’ve gone grey.” You said, making Tony gasp and pull away from you. “Dammit!” He yelled but you stopped him before he could rush to the nearest mirror. “I’m kidding!” You laughed along with everyone else.

You shared hugs with everyone and it was time you reunited with Bucky. You smiled and Bucky stepped forward, his eyes raking up your body. “Y/N, you’ve grown.” Bucky said, letting out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into a hug. “It’s been so long, Doll.” Bucky said, causing the room to fall silent at the sudden nickname. You smiled and hugged Bucky back, feeling his arms tighten around you.

Your heart started to race in your chest and you blushed, noticing Bucky held you longer than anyone else did. Clint cleared his throat again and you quickly separated from Bucky. You noticed Bucky’s eyes fall to your cleavage as you pulled away. “I know, I’m sorry I was away for so long. We have so much to catch up on!” You said, smiling up at Bucky. His blue eyes locked with yours and you swear you could see him blushing.

You heard Sam snicker. “Oh, boy.” He whispered, though nobody commented on it. Clint held your bags and smiled at you. “I wanna show you your room. Tony and the others are gonna start dinner. We’re all gonna hang out outside, we’re having burgers!” Your dad smiled widely, dragging you away from everyone.

You turned to wave and Bucky stood there, seemingly full of shock. You turned back to the elevator and the doors closed, taking you to your room. “How was the flight?” Clint asked, rubbing your back. You smiled. “That man and his fancy jets.” You laughed softly, your dad doing the same.


A few hours passed and you caught up with everyone pretty quickly. They were all surprised at how much you had grown up over the years. You enjoyed talking to the team and every now and then, you would catch Bucky staring at you. You felt some sort of connection between each other.

You were all sitting at a table in the backyard, eating dinner. The sun was just beginning to set and you were laughing at something Tony said. “I swear, you never left the tower without wearing a sundress! I don’t know what it is.” Tony said, making you smile. “My mom always bought them for me when I was little,” You shrugged, “It stuck with me, I guess.” You said, watching Tony nod with a smile.

The conversation carried on and you noticed Bucky looking at you again. You had to admit he has gotten a lot more muscular and he was a very handsome man. You blushed when he winked at you and you felt an elbow gently jab your arm. You turned to Nat, seeing her sip from her cup, her eyebrow quirked. You sent a questioning look at her, but you knew what she was hinting at.

Bruce cleared his throat and looked at you. “So, Y/N, you went to college, didn’t you?” Bruce asked, his eyes kind and his smile small. You nodded. “I did! I really enjoyed it, but I’m not entirely sure what I want to do.” You said, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Bruce nodded, smiling at you. “That’s understandable.” He commented.

Sam smirked at you. “Party a lot?” Sam asked, making you blush. You giggled and rolled your eyes. “No, I was too busy for all of that.” You replied, shaking your head. Sam smirked again, leaning in closer to you. He was sitting right across from you. 

“No time for a boyfriend either?” Sam asked, earning a slap to his arm from Steve. “OW! It was just a question.” Sam said, furrowing his eyebrows at Steve. “Wings off, Sam.” Steve said in a stern voice. Everyone laughed and you blushed, slowly looking over at Bucky. Bucky’s head was hanging down a tad and he was picking at his food. 

You sighed softly and turned your attention back to everyone else. Clint was staring daggers at Sam and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. Your dad was always protective about a guy stepping into your life. He wanted someone he approved of and you feel like the only guy your dad would approve of would be Steve, but your eyes have been on Bucky since you got here.

You felt something in your gut when you look at Bucky. Something is drawing you in and you were nervous, yet you wanted to be near him so badly. You wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him, in the most innocent sense. But also in another sense of those words. The way his hair was hanging loosely in his makeshift bun and the tight black tank top he was wearing now made your mouth water.

A snap of two fingers broke you out of your thoughts and you jumped slightly in your spot. “Hm?” You asked, looking towards Wanda. “You okay?” She asked, looking at you. You sighed and cleared your throat. “I-I just need to use the ladies room. I’ll be back.” You rushed, standing from your seat. “Is everything alright?” Clint asked, putting down his cup. His eyebrows were creased together with worry. All eyes were on you, even Bucky’s.

You nodded and gave your dad a small smile. “I just need some fresh air.” You said before walking away and up the stone path that led to a back door. “Aren’t we outside?” Vision questioned as you walked off. The team all looked over to you and Bucky watched your figure walking away, his tongue lightly darting out to wet his lips.  (refer to gif omg)

You sighed and shook your head, more thoughts of Bucky coming into your mind. What was wrong with you? You just got here today after years of being gone, why are you already catching feelings for someone like you’re desperate for a guy? But you just couldn’t help it, Bucky was just so hot. He was nice, too. 

You walked up to the elevator, sighing again. You looked at the buttons, your floor number disappearing from your clouded mind. You bit your lip, wiggling your fingers as you tried to remember it. You looked at the mass amount of floor numbers and pressed what you thought was yours. You waited patiently for it stop.

As the doors opened, you slowly walked out, seeing a floor similar to yours. You hoped you got it right, but as you walked down the long hallway, the musky cologne smell from the three rooms made you realize that this was not your floor. You kept walking down the hallway anyways, looking at the decorations on the doors as you walked by.

You walked by Sam’s room, a sign saying “Falcons Only” on his door with a drawing of him hanging off of it. You smiled and looked to your left, right across was Steve’s door. It had a decal of his shield on it, with a small picture of him and the team pinned to it. You stepped up to his door and gently let your fingers touch the photo. You giggled when you noticed the bunny ears Sam held above Bucky’s head.

Your eyes remained on Bucky’s face for a little longer. His smile was genuine, his eyes squinted from his smile being so wide. His hair was framing his face and he had a cap on. He looked really happy and at peace with himself.

You smiled and moved away from Steve’s door, seeing another one at the end of the hall. There was a large window on the wall you faced. It was almost dark now, surely the team would be inside soon.

You waked over to the last door. There was nothing on it. No name tag, no drawing, no photos, no symbol of the Avenger who lived in this room. Curiosity getting the best of you, you turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The room was simple and had minimal in it. You walked inside, leaving the door cracked.

You looked around the room, looking for anything that would give you a hint of who occupied it. You saw a perfectly made bed, no wrinkles on it. There was no clutter, nothing out of place. Everything was neat and clean, organized as if the person hated clutter. A cluttered bedroom meant a cluttered mind. Maybe this person suffered with a cluttered mind before.

You walked over to the desk in the bedroom, seeing a few books. You recognized some of them, others you didn’t. A red journal shoved in between two books caught your attention. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you were in too deep now. Your fingers gently tugged the book free, not a speck of dust was on it. It was red and there was a star on it. Your fingers traced the star and you heard the door creak open.

A gasp fell from your lips and you turned to face the door, seeing Bucky standing there. “Bucky!” You squealed, holding the book to your chest, your heart racing and your breathing heavy. Bucky walked in and over to you, making you gulp. This must be his room and he didn’t look pleased to see you in here. Actually, you couldn’t tell how he felt. His eyes and expression were unreadable.

Bucky stood in front of you, his body towering over yours. His hand reached up and he tugged the book from your chest, his eyes glancing at your cleavage again. You took a shaky breath and Bucky leaned closer to you, his torso resting against your chest. Bucky slid the book back in its rightful place and you licked your lips nervously.

Bucky leaned back a little, his hand rising up to hold your waist. You gasped softly. “I-I’m sorry, I just-I, uh, I forgot my floor number.” You said quietly, looking up at Bucky. He held your waist with both hands now and he leaned back enough to look into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, his blue eyes staring into yours. “Bucky?” You asked softly as he started leaning into you.

Your breath was uneven and Bucky’s lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning over your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered a little and you felt Bucky squeeze your waist. You looked into Bucky’s eyes. “I-I,” you breathed, “Don’t.” You whispered back. 

Bucky’s lips quirked into a smile and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let your hands rest on his forearms, letting them glide up his arms and to his shoulders as you kissed him back. Bucky’s lips were soft and plump, perfectly moving with yours. You let your eyes flutter shut and sighed into the kiss.

Bucky pulled you closer and your wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes. Bucky easily picked you up as the kiss deepened, wrapping your legs around his waist. You carefully pulled out his hair tie, letting his thick hair fall, only to be tangled by your fingers. You gently tugged on it, hearing Bucky groan into the kiss. 

He pulled away, your lips and his making a smacking sound. You breathed heavily, Bucky doing the same. He gently laid you down on your back on his bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him. His lips connected with yours again and you felt his tongue poke against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue wrestle with his.

A moan fell from your lips and Bucky’s hands lifted your dress up, resting his hands on your thighs. Bucky ground his hips against yours and you moaned, feeling his crotch rub against you. His lips attached to the side of your neck and you gasped, tilting your head so he had better access. “Bucky.” You breathed, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. Bucky smirked against you and stopped sucking before he left a mark.

Bucky pulled away from you and you turned to look at him. His lips were wet and red from kissing you. “You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, his hand gently caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked away from Bucky. “Hey,” Bucky kissed your cheek, “Look at me, Doll.” Bucky said softly. You giggled and looked at Bucky again, his eyes looking into yours.

Bucky smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back, letting your fingers run through his hair. Bucky gasped a little, grinding his hips into yours again. You moaned softly and suddenly heard someone calling your name. You gasped and Bucky moved off of you, clearing his throat.

You quickly stood off Bucky’s bed, straightening your dress. Bucky stood away from you, rushing over to his desk to casually lean against it. The door suddenly opened and Steve looked inside. “There you are! I’ve been searching for you guys!” Steve said, sighing out. He looked between you and Bucky, noticing both of your red cheeks and the slightly messed up bed.

Steve pointed to the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Steve scratched the back of his head and you blushed, shifting on your feet. You shyly looked at Bucky and he was blushing like you were. “You-your, the bed, Bucky.” Steve said, his eyes widening. “Don’t tell my Dad! Please!” You begged, seeing Sam barge into the room now. His eyebrows raised and he caught on quicker. “No way!” Sam said, laughing.

You groaned and walked over to Sam and Steve. “Promise me you won’t tell!” You pleaded as Bucky walked up to you. His arm slithered around your waist and Steve sighed, eyeing Bucky. “I won’t.” Steve finally said, looking at Sam. Sam stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “You have my word.” Sam said, smirking at you. You sighed and thanked the two guys before they left.

You turned to Bucky and he smiled down at you. “That was close.” You breathed, shyly smiling at Bucky. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. “Let’s go before someone else comes in.” Bucky said, grabbing your hand. You smiled, looking down at your joined hands, suddenly not caring if anyone saw it. Not even your dad.

You were happy you decided to visit again.

Note: oh gosh, I hope you like this. the ending sucked, I feel like. :( thanks for the request, sweetie! feedback is welcome, I love when you guys let me know you enjoy my writing! .c

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Roommate Problems

“I fucking hate college boys!”

Adam is livid, yelling, not even bothering to say hello, how are you? Ronan holds his phone out, away from his ear and steps out onto the front porch. The sun is setting, dousing the fields in hazy, golden light. Ronan leans against the porch railing and listens, a small smirk twisting his lips.

“Language, Parrish.”

You don’t get to call me out on my language, Ronan Lynch!” Adam huffs, exasperated.

“So…what’s so fucking terrible about college boys, College Boy?”

Adam growls and Ronan hears a door being slammed, the dull pulse of music, laughter.

“Jackson and Darren brought their friends over to celebrate 420.”

Ronan grins, delighted. “Shit.”

“Yes, exactly. The entire suite smells like pot and they keep playing this god-awful music about getting tipsy and fucking girls. I swear to God, I am this close to reporting them to the RA.”

“I’m sorry, babe, that sucks.” Ronan pulls a slender joint out of the pocket of one of Adam’s old flannel shirts. Opal’s napping with Chainsaw and while he doesn’t make smoking a habit today is special. He sparks the tip and listens to Adam rant.

“And then,” Adam continues, really worked up, “Darren’s friend brought like three bottles of Fireball and they all started doing shots and playing some ridiculous drinking game. Like all this hella stupid shit and God, what am I even doing here, Ronan? College feels like such a joke sometimes.”

“Hella?” Ronan’s voice feels different in his throat, probably due to the smoke.

“Oh, shut up.”

Ronan laughs quietly and gets up to walk through the fields. The grass is cool against his bare feet.

“Gansey spoiled you for college life, Adam. You’re never going to meet anyone like him, no one who gets such a hard on for learning.”

Adam scoffs at hard on but he doesn’t try to deny it.

“I thought it would be better than this,” he says. There’s real sorrow and disappointment in his voice. Ronan hates that Adam is gone, but even more he hates that Adam is unhappy.

“It will be,” Ronan says. “You just gotta find your tribe, man. Go to the library and find your fellow nerds. Study with them and forget about your fucking roommates.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Adam mutters. “It’s just, I’m paying to live in that room and I can’t even be in there right now.”

Ronan takes another hit, holding it in, enjoying the buzz building. Everything feels nice and lazy.

“I know,” he replies, his words drifting dreamily from his mouth. “But things’ll get better. You can move off campus next year, right? And you’ll start your classes in your major…it’ll work out.”

Adam doesn’t say anything for a while. Ronan can sense him stewing, thinking.

“How do you know so much about how college works?” Adam finally demands.

“Shit, I may live in the country but I do read, Adam.”

Adam snorts. “More like watched every season of some stupid college show.”

“Yeah, that too,” Ronan agrees easily. He’s walking by the cows, offering pats and scratching behind ears. The animals nuzzle against him, nearly knocking him over. “Anyways, I can kick Jackson’s ass the next time I visit. That dude is overdue.”

Adam laughs for real. “Yes, he is. Darren’s alright, most of the time.”

“Mmhmm,” Ronan hums. The house looks so good from the fields, the lights in the windows glowing welcome. The swallows dip and dive above the many barns, heading to their nests for the night. Fireflies rise from the tall grass, drawn to Ronan the way all his dream things are.

“Miss you,” Ronan says softly. It’s true. He never knew how hard long distance would be, how much it would hurt.

“Miss you, too,” Adam responds, and the irritation is gone from his voice, replaced by longing.

“Come home soon, okay?” Ronan holds his breathe, waiting. The sun goes down behind the trees.

“I will,” Adam promises. “Give Opal a hug for me, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t kill your roommates, or, don’t get caught.”

A small laugh. “I never get caught.”

“Magician.”

“Dreamer.”

After Adam hangs up Ronan lays down in the field, small mice scurrying up to see if he has crumbs, the deer nosing out of the woods to settle down near him. Opal is making a racket looking for him, Chainsaw calling. Ronan finishes off his joint, watching the smoke rise into the air. He makes a finger gun and shoots it at the sky. He lets the smoke mellow him out, removing the sting of Adam’s absence, and the lingering sorrow for all that’s been lost. For now it’s a beautiful evening and his College Boy is coming home, not now, but soon.

godsno  asked:

How about aliens finding tumblr, discovering all these posts of humans are weird, or earth is space australia. Them thinking that we can see the future.

Look, if the aliens have found Tumblr, that means they’re on earth or very close because I don’t think we project the internet into space like radio waves. (Or if the internet is accessible from space, it’s probably satellites and I think you’d still have to be in the galactic neighborhood.)

So. It’s unlikely they’d think we can see the future.

It is likely they are writing some of these posts. This entire genre started as a way for them to publicly communicate, in the way that visitors to another country do, about the weirdness–good and bad–of their host country/planet, without arousing suspicion.

They’re taking something similar to this Clark Kent route: OH YES, little neighbor who told her dad she saw a spaceship land in my backyard, I am totally an alien and I am STUDYING YOU and I have a desperate need to STUDY ANOTHER ORDER OF GIRL SCOUT COOKIES and also your three-legged pet canine why is it like that?!

being hispanic and dating tom holland would include:


this is short and horrible so yes, read it if you want (is not edited either)

-listening to your music always bc he thinks is amazing

-like in the car you sing your heart out to marc antony and jennifer lopez

-zendaya and harrison looking at you funny while tom tries to sing with you

-failing complety

-or when you clean and dance to it too

-he getting so frustated when you say something in spañish and he doens’t know it

-when you watch futboll games together you say a lot of bad words in spañish plus screaming

-they never mess with your hispanic ass bc they know what you are capable of

-learning more spañish just listening to you

-95% are bad words (gif)

-when you meet your parents you have to tranlate everything because he thinks his spañish its not good enogh

-it is good, too good

-when you listened to him speaking spañish you lost it but it was in an interwier so you had to wait

-when you two are having sex you say a lot in spanish and he melds when you do it

-sometimes you mess with him and say “extraño tus rulos” (i miss your curls) and he being like “yes baby keep talking” wich makes you laugh so much that you can’t have any sex :(

-when you dance bachata for the firts time he almost dies

-jumping around wainting to learn some

-he learn it so fast omg

-his snap history is just you singing in spañish with the caption “i dont undestand anything but its hot”

-everyone freaking losing it

- when you visist your country he learns almost everything about it

-showing him where you lived and he being so exited about everything

-like you have to buy milk and he runs out of the house bc he wants to know where you buy your milk

-he loves siting with you anywhere and listen to you talk about your childhood in your country

-your accent is something that makes him feel very confused and very scared when you are angry

-fuck trump 

-he in an interwie said that you are the best kisser he ever date, ha

-he loves everything about you with or without being latina

anonymous asked:

greed caring so much about his dublith gang though, like here is someone who SHOULD HAVE BEEN FUHRER

fuck you for putting this idea in my head because im now imagining, based on the roughly 400 separate instances of Greed trying to save individual humans during the Promised Day, him trying to be Fuhrer.

Greed: Well it’s not the world, but ruler of the country aint a bad gig for now. Wrath better be turning over in his grave seein’ this.
Adviser: Fuhrer sir! You’re needed for an urgent meeting. Our spies in Creta say the country’s consolidating their military power and planning an attack. They’re trying to take advantage of our vulnerability while we rebuild.
Greed: Ah shit. Really? Well what are we supposed to do?
Adviser: Uh, well we suffered a lot of losses from the Promised Day, but we still have about 50,000 troops available. We could focus our power near the Creta border preemptively.
Greed: What? You want to send humans out there?
Adviser: Uh…..yes. As opposed to–?
Greed: You idiot, humans are fragile! Most soldiers aren’t even alchemists how do you expect them to survive when you just toss them out on the battlefield like that?
Adviser: I mean we….we do have some state alchemists. too. They would–we would send them also. We just–
Greed: Nah shut up. Screw the meeting. Where’s my car? I’ll go talk to this “Creta” myself. Teach them a thing or two about threatening my property.
Adviser: Creta is…an entire country, sir. 
Greed, summoning his full-body shield: Yeah and it’s MY country now. Someone GET ME THE CAR. Let’s see how Creta’s president plans to argue against THIS. *punches out a window with his carbon fist*

This leads to quite a strange blip in Amestrian history. Looking through the timeline is pretty much: The first Fuhrer, “Fuhrer X” was well-known for his military strategy. “Fuhrer Y”, his successor, was gifted in negotiating for land and weaponry. “Fuhrer Bradley” was a conqueror who earned absolute trust and loyalty from his men. Following him, “Fuhrer Greed” just…he stormed into other countries and beat up their presidents until he got what he wanted. A lot. The military shrunk to 1/5 of its size because most of Amestris’s foreign policies were handled by the Fuhrer kicking the shit out of other rulers and declaring the country “mine now.” The next Fuhrer, Fuhrer Mustang, rather boringly went back to “foreign policy” and “negotiations”. Retired Fuhrer Greed stated that this was “lame” and out of boredom decided to go conquer Xing, much to everyone’s satisfaction.

However this did lead to several instances of Fuhrer Mustang having to turn down invitations to “fight me” passed along from Emperor Greed.

So You Do Love Me (Jay Park x Reader)

Requested by anon. Enjoy!

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

You were very successfull in USA, you were in the industry since you turned 18, you were loved by many people worldwide mostly cause you kept it real, you didn’t try to be the sweet girl or the sexy one or the goofy one, you were all of them. You showed different trypes of yourself, your latest album called ‘voices’ was a huge success, people loved how you played around with all different kinds of emotions, that’s why it was called 'voices’ because people have all kinds of voices in their head and you didn’t just stick to one. 

But you felt like you were getting comfortable. You wanted a challenge, yes you did get challenged cause being in the spotlight is a daily struggle, but you were getting used to it. A concert in Korea turned everything around, it was so different and you quickly noticed that not many foreigners made it big in this country. It took a full year for you to get realeased from your contract in USA and get signed in a company in Korea called YMC

.———————–

You were very happy, but not many people were. Korea was a very competitive country and very strict with their bussiness, especially when you are a foreigner. Being called a “koreaboo” and stuff like that had become an everyday thing. You were very close to giving up and going back to USA, that was when you met Jay.

You could swear that you had never met such a positive person. He was very welcoming and helping, he knew how hard it could be for an artist that had nothing to do with this country and tried to find success. So he welcomed you with open arms, you collaborated on a song called “Still killing it” and it was great, you enjoyed his company and you decided that just because your song ended, that does not mean your friendship would

———————-

Jay had a very special place in your heart, like you had in his. You loved to talk to him, to get his opinion for everything and just be silly together, you understood each other and your bond started growing daily. Sometimes you questioned your motives, they were plenty of times that you caught yourself imagining stuff that were not what firends do, you felt that warm fuzzy feeling when he hugged you, you had a smile whenever he called you beautiful, you felt nice when he hid his face in your neck when he was tired and hugged you to find comfort.

You were extremely happy when he told you that you would appear together at a hiphop special that the variety show 'happy together’ was doing, with you it would also be Dok2, Bobby, Cheetah and Kittib. Of course you chose the dressing room that was next to his.“Come in"You said when you heard a knock on your door. He walked in with a smile and approached you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"You’re ready babygirl?”

“Yeah they are just finishing my hair”

“I like your lipstick, it brings out your eyes”

He complimented you. You smiled and winked at him. Recently the feelings that you usually brushed off were getting stronger and it was scaring you, you’ve seen how girls come and go and you did not want that to happen to you.

——————–

You walked in all togehter and because of your heels and your sore ankle made you trip, but Jay who was of course right next to you caught you and pushed you next to his body

“No, stay with me girly”

He said and posed, making it a bit comedic and acting like nothing happened. You posed next to him while others laughed, you giggled and went to your seat

“That was a quick save”

One of the MC’s spoke. You smiled and nodded

“Yeah, that’s why I hang out with him”

———————

The interview kept going and it finally your turn came.

“So you have a second album coming up, what are we expecting from this one?”

“It’s more of a fluffy vibe to it. Since my last album was very bold and seductive, I wanted to show a different side of me”

“She has slippers with bunnies on them”

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to say that”

You said and covered Jay’s mouthed. He licked your palm- knowing that it will gross you out- and you yanked it away

“Ewww, disgusting" 

 You rubbed your hand on his shirt, making the saliva he left get rubbed on his shirt

"Aren’t they adorable?”

Dok2 pointed it out, and everyone nodded their heads

“I am adorable, he is gross”

“really? then why do you call me everytime you are sad? 'Jay I need to talk to you, I am upset, please Jay’ ”

He said in a high whiny voice, immitating you. You slapped his upper hand and desided to turn the tables on him

“Cause I feel bad for you and I want you to feel like you have friends”

“really?”

“Yeah. Ah!”

He put you on a headlock, getting a wild reaction from not just you but from everyone, some of them even laughed at the silly view

“Take it back”

“Never”

“Jay let her go, her managment will sue us”

The MC said. He let you got and you slapped him in the face this time.

“You idiot, that really hurt”

“I am sorry bunny”

He used the nickname he had for you and kissed your cheek. Everyone aww’d and you just pushed him awayDuring the rest of the interview you couldn’t help but question your feelings. Was this really just a friendly game? or did he also have some other feelings for you? was it worth the risk?

“So as you said, you are a very sexy and seductive artist? Does that scare guys away?”

“Sometimes. Some men was a very normal and cute girl, I like to wear tight clothes and show my curves, if a guy can talk about sex then why shouldn’t I do it?”

“That’s why I also approached her. She has that amazing and unapologetic attitude, she is also a straight boss, no artist would do what she did and go to a totally diferent country and start from scratch.”

Jay chimed in. You leaned your head to his shoulder and looked at him with puppy eyes

“Awww so you do love me”

“Sadly, yes”

Your smile dropped and you pulled away from him

“You just ruined a perfect moment”

———————-

You didn’t wait for him, you jsut went back to the dressing room as fast as you could. He noticed that, he had to admit that it bothered him, he wanted to talk to you. For a week now he was pep talking himself to talk to you, he couldn’t keep the act anymore, to him you were never a friend, he just never knew how to talk to you like a girlfriend, you made him nervous and protective. He was even overprotective towards you when it came to him, he knew his reputation and how he portrayed himself in the public, how could you trust a man that on it’s latest mv had a girl on his lap and on a bed? He thought he was protecting you, but in reality you jsut putted yourselfs in a torture

“hey, you weren’t really hurt by the headlock right?”

“No, I’m fine don’t worry about it”

You avoided eye contact as you took of your bracelets. The both of you could feel the tension growing, he had to put an end to this

“Let’s go out”

“I’m not hungry Jay

”“No, not like that. As a… date”

That got your attention. You turned to him completely stunned, you opened your mouth but nothing came out

“I…. um…. what?”

“I like you (y/n), I don’t want to be your friend, I never did. I want to be your man, I am sorry but I cannot stand on the side and just let other guys to touch you-specially after that Chul guy-  and…. I want to be that man”

You smiled at him. Seeing him so upset over your ex boyfriends, he never liked Chul, he thought that he was stuck up and arrogant. You ended with him on friendly terms but Jay never stopped complaining about how he treated you.

“You are so cute”

“What?”

He raised his eyebrow, not expecting you to say that. You walked to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, he automatically wrapped his around your waist.

“Should I wear my bunny slippers on our date?”

“Ohhhh girl you trynna seduce me, with those sexy ass slippers”

“Maybe a hair bun too?”

“girl you sure know how to turn a guy on”

Honestly the entitlement Kpop fans have about South Korea and South Korean issues and its people and even the entitlement that fans of Mandarin pop and Taiwanese music have about China is so fucking ridiculous… like… just because you’re into a genre of music or pay attention to a few idols does not make you a goddamn expert on my culture or my people or what the fuck ever else. 

This also goes for those Kdrama fanatics.. or those people who want to dote about how “Wah Korean people are so cute! So beautiful!” or put down sino people while liking Korean music (e.g. “Ew Chinese/Mandarin sounds so weird” or “Chinese people are so immoral compared to Korean people”)

Understanding anti-Asian sentiment is another ball game and also Asian fetishism as well. I’m not even going to delve into sociopolitical issues. 

I highly dislike POC / non-white people who are non-Asian (or more specifically non-sino or non-Korean) claiming they understand this shit just because their own race/ethnicity faces discrimination. Like yes it matters and there is no oppression competition at play here, but when you’re fetishizing me or my people and speaking those words under your breath - you don’t get it.

It just seems like Koreaboos and sinophiles these days loooooove to think they have some kind of *~*~special closeness~*~* to my cultures just because they know some problematic shit with music entertainment companies or some intrinsic issues with idols for that matter. Like no. Listen. I can care less for most of that shit really. I do care because yes it involves my people - but SK and China does not revolve around that. Idols from music groups are not representative of a country or its people and especially I see a lot of Asian fetishists fawn over them because of their aesthetic beauty only. 

The other thing I find weird is how non-Korean and non-Chinese fans want to act like an expert but their only knowledge on most shit is with music industries and idols/celebrities.

Spare the bullshit with me and quit giving me secondhand embarrassment. Really. Don’t act like you know what you’re talking about when it’s clear you speak over those from those ethnic groups trying to talk about this.

PSA about the JGP - the tiniest skating countries

If you watched the Indian skater today and laughed or rolled your eyes or made sarcastic remarks about how you could do better or whatever:

Originally posted by wheredidbarbiego

These skaters from countries that are such minority skating countries they’re even littler than the little countries, and they need to be encouraged, not mocked. Do you know how much courage it would take, having seen the girls in the better dresses with the better equipment and the better facilities and coaching landing triples, to go out there knowing you can’t get your single Axel ratified? It would take more courage than you or I could ever dream of. India is practically a non-skating country, the sport is so non-existent there. Yet Arunima went out there and did the best she could, and sold her program the best she could, because without skaters like her skating in India cannot improve.

Yes, I saw some of you in the livestream chat. Bragging about how you’d do better. Would you? Would you really? Would you really do better, if you had practically no access to decent coaching/ice time/facilities/equipment, if you were the trailblazer of your country? I don’t think so.

Maybe one day, in the future, there will be an Indian skater who is competitive. An actual skating program in India. Coaching infrastructure, rink infrastructure. And maybe it will all start with Arunima, with their pairs and men who score in the single digits but bravely go on because without them, Indian skating cannot grow.

anonymous asked:

I was literally thinking about this theme today, as I was sitting on my floor, away from the windows incase they blew in, while ping pong ball sized hail and rain bounced off the glass, and a tornado watch was in effect, about how this type of weather might seem to an alien. I mean, here I am, calmly watching re-runs on my laptop, eating an apple pastry while the world is basically erupting around me, and if asked about the weather I would probably just shrug and say "Yeah, it's spring".

Ditto. I got woken up by tornado sirens going off (meaning that a tornado has probably been confirmed in my county somewhere and I should take shelter), and my first instinct was to turn on the TV and drink some tea.

Although TBH, perhaps with aliens it’d be similar to when someone moves to a new part of the country. Like oh yes I know how to prepare for and deal with storms that might create giant whirling funnels of destruction, but what do you mean sometimes a monster storm rolls in from the ocean and floods everything and YOU LIVE NEAR THE SHORE?

In the Rough

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (you are here), part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, based on @skygemspeaks​ ‘s prompt


Previously: Yuuri, runaway prince of Yutopia, has found himself in the service of Victor Nikiforov, crown prince of the neighboring country of Rus. As a prospect for Prince Victor’s personal bodyguard, Yuuri was granted an audience with the Tzar. At first, Yakov is skeptical of this “Yuuri Nishigori” that his sons found on the side of the road, but he’s won over by Yuuri’s eloquence and earnest desire to be of help. Prince Yuri, though, doesn’t seem to share his father and brother’s opinion. Regardless, Yuuri’s appointment is confirmed.

Yuuri doesn’t know what it is that he expects when they leave the Tzar’s presence, but it’s certainly not to have Victor complaining about how tired he is. “Travelling is hard on the body, Yuuri,” he says wisely. “We should go to sleep early, since we have to get an early start tomorrow anyway.”

Oh, Yuuri thinks. Maybe he’s not as immature as I thought. “Then, if Your Highness would point me toward the servants’–”

“Call me Victor,” Victor admonishes. “I already told you that. And Yuuri, don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“Huh?” There’s no way to respond to that other than shock.

“You’re my personal guard, after all. You should be sleeping nearby, not all the way in the servants’ quarters.” Victor doesn’t seem to understand the implication behind his words, and that makes Yuuri feel at least a little bit better. He still has to figure out how to decline, though; Victor is one of the more stubborn people he’s known in a while, and it’s going to be hard, as a servant, to change his mind.

“You’re welcome to retire, Victor, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to borrow Mister Nishigori.” Yuuri’s saving grace come in the form of a young man with dark hair. “We have to go over your schedule for tomorrow and ensure that he knows what’s expected of him.”

Victor pouts, but doesn’t protest that much. Something tells Yuuri that this may be a recurring argument, but at least for now he’s letting it go. “Don’t keep him too long, Otabek. We have an early day ahead of us!”

The man– Otabek? What an odd name –just raises an eyebrow. “You rarely have early days, Victor. You get up whenever you please.”

“Which is pretty early!” Victor protests.

Yuuri is looking between the two of them in shock. Is this really how servants in this country interact with their employers? Never mind the fact that Victor is a royal, it would be unheard of in Yutopia no matter the person’s rank.

Otabek doesn’t look in the slightest as though he’s joking, either. “By your standards, maybe. Now, we really must be going. I’d like to get some sleep tonight as well.”

He steers Yuuri away, keeping his shoulder in a vice grip until they get to the library. “My name is Otabek. I’m the captain of the guard. Before you ask, yes. You do outrank me.”

Yuuri blinks. “I know. I wasn’t going to ask that.”

The captain of the guard is in charge of the general guard, but personal guards are handpicked by the royal family. Therefore, they have more authority. That’s nearly unanimous, no matter the country.

Otabek’s eyebrows furrow just the slightest bit, but his expression is otherwise unreadable. Yuuri hopes that he hasn’t given himself away, and that he’s not sweating with nerves. But Otabek doesn’t say a word about it, instead pulling out a roll of parchment.

“Victor is well-loved by most, so in terms of protection, you aren’t going to have much to do. Always be on your guard, of course, but you’re more of a glorified babysitter than anything else.” He gives the scroll to Yuuri. “That’s his schedule for the rest of the week.”

“Is… why are you giving this to me?” The parchment is about as heavy as Yuuri expects, considering Victor’s title as crown prince, but there isn’t a reason that he should be the one carrying it around.

Otabek shrugs. “Victor is usually good about being where he should be, but both he and Yuri have a tendency to skip lessons they dislike. It’s your job to make sure that Victor doesn’t.”

“If I notice Prince Yuri ditching something, should I stop him?” Not that he thinks he’ll actually be able to, but he can at least try if it’s expected of him.

“Generally, if you see Yuri, either Georgi or I are very close behind him. I assure you that Victor will be more than enough to handle on his own. Just memorize that schedule and do your best to stick to it.” Otabek’s expression hasn’t changed once. “Two more things before I can let you go. You are free to ask for my help with Victor. Georgi frequently does, and he’s been Yuri’s guard for years.”

“I’d never dream of it,” Yuuri says hurriedly. “I’m sure you’re busy enough without doing my job for me. Not to say that Georgi doesn’t do his own job, but–”

Otabek cocks his head, considering him. “You really are interesting. I can see why they like you.”

Yuuri stops rambling. “Um… thank you? I think?”

“Don’t. I haven’t yet decided whether or not I like you. Your work ethic and dedication will decide that.”

The fact that he isn’t glaring only makes that a more intimidating statement. Still, Yuuri decides that he likes Otabek. People who avoid snap decisions tend to be very good judges of character, he’s learned.

He manages a smile. “Alright. You mentioned that you had something else to tell me?”

“Yes. Victor is much more than he appears to be. Keep that in mind and do what he asks.” Otabek shoots him a look that almost looks amused. “That includes his name and your sleeping arrangements.”

Yuuri just gapes at him as he puts a hand on his shoulder and leaves the library, leaving Yuuri to find his own way back.

He manages, if only after about an hour of aimless wandering, to find Victor’s room again. He doesn’t have any nightclothes, so he’s planning on just sleeping in his undershirt and trousers on the chaise at the end of Victor’s bed.

What he’s not planning on is having Victor jumping at him as soon as he opens the door. “Yuuri!”

“Your Highn–Victor, what are you doing?” Yuuri barely manages to keep the both of them from falling to the floor. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Victor looks at him with wide blue eyes. “I decided to wait for you.”

Oh no, Yuuri thinks, face burning as he averts his eyes. He’s cute. Why is he so cute?

“That’s not healthy or appropriate,” Yuuri chides gently. “No servant should be getting in the way of something you need. And you need as much sleep as you can get.”

Somehow, Victor manages to talk Yuuri out of his original plan of using the chaise. Not twenty minutes later, he’s standing in too-big nightclothes borrowed from Victor, being tugged onto the bed. Victor latches onto Yuuri and falls asleep quickly, breathing going soft and even.

Yuuri, on the other hand, doesn’t get much sleep at all.

Northern Irish Memes

i mean we have a lot of the british ones too but I thought I’d do some specific ones

  • lot of cars outside a house = “wonder who died?”
  • queens vs university of ulster arguments (never quite sure how serious these are)
  • jordanstown students in queens library like undercover spies
  • “but noy on utv”
  • actually just fuckin jullian simmons in general
  • fleg protest
  • bout ye
  • buckfast makes ye fuck fast
  • what’s the craic / any craic / here boy have you heard the craic / THE CRAIC IS NINETY 
  • scundered is a different emotion depending what part of the country you’re from
  • dungiveners shag sheep
  • stephen nolan
  • collecting boojum stamps so you can get a free t-shirt
  • ulsterbus timetable aka thirty minutes late and then two land at the same time but there’s no other form of transport
  • driving to mcds with the lads when you’ve passed the oul driving test
  • is the benedy even a real place
  • every “suspicious device” is a bomb scare
  • stopping at the sos bus after a night out for some free soup
  • mammy warning you to stay out of the ‘wrong areas’ like they can smell the protestant/catholic on you
  • seamus heaney is our marmite; you love him or hate him but he’s our only claim to fame so we’re never going to shut up about him (potatoes bogs turf shovels)
  • the holylands
  • tatie bread
  • ballymena. that’s it. no matter who i talk to ballymena is a joke
  • big fish
  • our leaning tower of pisa aka the wonky clock
  • THAT WOMAN THAT SCREAMED NO SURRENDER AT CITY HALL
  • the eternal question of how derry won the city of culture
  • thumbs up for the weekend
  • crisp sandwich

(side note: bomb scares / car bombs / sectarian violence are serious issues and I’m aware that we are still struggling with after effects of the troubles, but in my experience the current generation is desensitized and tired of this shit and we turn to humour to deal with it)

Cameron Dallas: Chasing Cameron

((You aren’t dating Cameron in this, you’ll just be conversing with him a lot. This is where you were invited back to magcon and you tell Cameron that you don’t want to be a part of the Cameron Show, that you came to have fun and enjoy the fans but if they don’t get their shit together you’d be leaving 

1586 words

swearing))

You were a part of Original Magcon and when they broke up you started focusing on acting, when it came to getting magcon back together you were one of them that Cameron asked to join, you were hesitant at first just like a lot of people but after talking to Nash and Matt about it and asking them their stance, you decided to join back up. Though they said be careful and to stand your ground, and not to take the shit they’ll give you this go around, they had faith that you could help keep magcon the same way it used to be. You had hoped that it would but a lot of things went down and it was like Nash and Matt were there telling you to do something because nobody else was going to.

Cameron had gotten a text about Taylor arguing with an assistant, at first you weren’t going to go with but you had a gut feeling that something would happen. You followed behind Cameron, he knew you were basically the sister/mother of Magcon though he was older and they had Aaron’s mom with them, so he didn’t argue with you. You let him talk with Taylor, you knew what he was saying was true, money didn’t mean much in most of their cases but you also understood Taylor’s stance on it.

“Camera away, now!” You heard a male voice call, you turned to see the tour manager come around the corner, it all happened so fast, him yelling at Taylor, “Spoiled little bitch!” He yelled it was as if they knew what would happen next.

“What did you just call him?” You spoke walking towards the tour manager, he went to open his mouth. “Don;t even fucking answer. Call him a spoiled little bitch again, I dare you.” You spoke, as you stood in front of him. The hall got quiet as you spoke again. “The only who calls Taylor a bitch, is me, I know he was wrong and we handed it but as tour management…you not only made yourself look bad but us look bad in this hotel. People are in these rooms and you come storming down the hall because you’re some big guy and you think you can intimidate everyone? If you’re done then goodbye because last time I checked this wasn’t the only Cameron show that is going on around here is the one he’s filming but you are MAGCON tour manager and if you have a problem you bring it up to magcon as if this was a meeting. That means me, Cameron, Taylor, Aaron, those of us who put money in to make Magcon a thing again.” You spoke in a more calming voice, you shook your head heading off towards your room, the yelling started once again with him saying they were done and going about disrespectful teenagers.

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“Magcon, talent meeting, my room." Cameron sent into the magcon group chat, you had been in your room for almost two hours before the text came in. You got up slipping on some shoes before grabbing your room key, heading down to Cameron’s room.

"You okay?” Aaron asked as you were about to knock on Cameron’s door, you shrugged looking back at him. “I just don’t want to leave Magcon with everyone hating me.”

“Why would we all hate you?” He asked leaning against the wall.

“Because Matt and Nash told me to stand my ground and, I’m not going to be the same pushover I was when I was younger, I’m currently the only girl in magcon and I refuse to let this go downhill because of disagreements and poor communication and if that means someone hates me at the end of the day then that’s what’s going to happen.”

Through the next few places you observed, you were pissed that a show was cancelled because Bart didn’t step up but you let Cameron handle it, you were pissed that they wanted to cancel the show because of the things going on in Paris, you were upset that they tried to refuse you a shower, but you continued to sit back and watch how things went until Barcelona.

“Where’s Taylor?" You had been asking while on stage, nobody could give you an answer, you knew the fans would be fine with just the boys around. Setting your Mic down you rushed off trying to find Taylor knowing he should’ve been back by now. When you found him he was on the ground with two paramedic looking people. Bart’s joke is what really set it off for you, Cameron could tell something was wrong and pulled you aside which you asked to have Bart step in on.

"I just don’t think your comment was appropriate Bart, Taylor had two paramedics taking care of him and you laugh and say his show is fire….he could have passed out or what if he couldn’t breathe? You didn’t even stop to ask, you laughed and walked away. As someone who is supposed to want what’s best for Magcon, I feel like it’s more like YOU want to see Cameron succeed which we all do but that’s your only focus and nobody else matters.” You explained, Bart let out a laugh.

“I care about all of you, I want to make sure you’re all safe and I knew he was okay that’s why I wasn’t freaked out.” He explained his arms crossed. You shook your head as you saw Aaron walking up with a confused look on his face.

“Great talk, glad you care and want us all to succeed.” You said sarcastically before walking off, though later getting a text from Aaron.

“Bart made the comment about you and Taylor being a thing, said we better start knocking on your guy’s door or we might catch you sucking him off…are you two a thing?”

“Nope. He’s like a brother to me but thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

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You went home earlier than scheduled, you told Aaron and Taylor that they didn’t have to worry about waking you up, they had tried to convince you to stay until they flew out but you said you couldn’t continue to be around the camera crew, Cameron or even Bart. 

Though you were invited to the dinner you were reluctant to go but with Aarons constant persisting you decided it couldn’t be that bad, but boy were you wrong.

Bart had started it by trying to make a joke when you first sat down, “You had us all worried when you weren’t there in the morning.” He spoke, you nodded not speaking, you turned to look at some of the other talent. I stood up to give Willie a hug once he walked in.

“You look irritated? You okay.” You asked him, he shrugged it off for a second. “I’m tired, the flight was stressful especially having to catch a late one.” He explained to you.

“What do you mean a late flight? You weren’t on the plane with the rest of them?”

“No, I overslept so they left me behind…weren’t you there?” He asked you, you shook your head. “I got an early flight because of some things that were said, but you being left behind shouldn’t have been a thing. That’s disgusting to just act like you don’t exist because you overslept." 

The night went on until Willie and his dad started talking about a wake-up call, you being sat next to Bart, you could hear everything. "How many times have you missed you missed flights and been late?” Bart asked making you scoff, he looked over at you. N/Y, what’s the problem? Do you have something to add?“ He asked.

"Yes, you’re pathetic…you left him in another country, yeah…he should have been more responsible about getting up but the moment you realise that he wasn’t up is the moment you need to go get him, if he misses his flight after that, that’s on him but until then he’s your responsibility, but before you say anything, the comment you made last night about a girl who isn’t seventeen yet and a guy who is about to be twenty-one is disgusting and as a human I have never felt more disgusted by looking at someone. I see Taylor as a brother and for you to make a sexual comment about me to, two people that not only do I look up to but see as brothers…that hurts. Yet everything is fun and games with you Bart….since Cameron is the face of Magcon, you can tell him of he wants to sue me, to go ahead because I will not be keeping my end of the contract, I ’m leaving Magcon, I never want to be associated with it again and I never want anything to do with you.” You spoke getting the tables attention. “Though I put money into magcon, though I’m supposed to be an owner, I don’t make nay rules because if I did, you would have been fired while we were still in Europe.” You finished standing up, “I hope you guys have a wonderful second leg of the tour.”

(This was really dramatic, I want you to know that I don’t hate anyone that was in this, I just wanted to show that not everyone had good reactions to how some people reacted during the tour. I want to do a part two of this so just let me know what you guys think.)

anonymous asked:

why do you ship josuhan? isn't josuke 16, and Rohan is 20 right? do you age up the characters when you draw them or?? i mean like I know it's fictional but I just wanna know why. Sorry if you get this a lot I am honestly truly just curious.

Hey no problem! (Sorry beforehand for my english, its not my first language).

Yes, sometimes i do age them up, but i only do this for my own personal headcanons, i think its obvious by now that i don’t mind their ages. I’m indifferent to it.  

I feel the whole age discourse over this ship is over the top, however i understand how people from different life experiences or certain countries would feel uncomfortable with it, and thats fine, its just upsetting to see how some people “handle” their dislike for it.

The reason why i like the ship its because i like their dynamic.
I’ve always found their tumultuous relationship so amusing, and adding romance to it made it  a lot more interesting and funny to me, i do believe their canon relationship didn’t have much development, nor any closure, so i’ts fun to think of scenarios that explore that potential on both, their characters and relationship.

I like the contrast of their personalities and appearance, and how even though they are quite opposites, share a lot of similar qualities.

I simply strongly connect with the idea of two people who initially started off on the wrong foot trying to overcome their past differences, working on each other to later become something great together, so thats why i like it.

I could go on a on but better stop there lol

Wait wait hold up a minute here.

We’ve got Gang AU’s because of the bbs in GTA but.. where’s the AU for Bryce, Ohmwrecker, Cartoonz and Delirious for Rainbow Siege? XD I’d love to see an AU of them being like badass swat guys who go around rescuing people, stealing them back, and doing all kinds of cool CIA shit where half the time you can’t tell if they’re the good guys or the bad guys.

CIA au where Cartoonz is the sniper outside the downed aircraft while Bryce and Delirious play frontall distraction and Ohm tries to grab the hostage. Then they’re on the run from the terorists and trying to get this person back to a certain country, hiding out in some worn down buildings. Ripping up chairs and tables to board up the windows, throwing down traps outside open doorways.

Them doing all kinds of black-ops under undercover shit like, so deep you don’t know what they’re into.

anonymous asked:

You're just Muslims. You invented being "bosniak" in 1992 lol.

Oh, is that so. Alright, okay. But let’s examine something quickly, it won’t take much time. You see,

Ivan Franjo Jukić, who was one of the most important Bosniak intellectuals of the 19th century, was not only a Christian but a Franciscan monk. He proudly called himself Bosniak and his pseudonym was even Slavoljub Bošnjak (Slavophile Bosniak). He wrote:

We Bosniaks, the once-famous people, now that we are barely alive, our friends of science see us as head detached from the Slavic tree and pity us … It is time to awake from a long lasting negligence; give us the cup, and from well of apprehension, inexhaustibly gain knowledge, wisdom; firstly let us try to cleanse our hearts from prejudice, reach for books and magazines, let’s see what the others did, so that we can use the same means, that our nation of simple people from the darkness of ignorance to the light of truth we bring.

[Mi Bošnjaci njekad slavni narod sad jedva da smo živi nas samo kao očenutu glavu od stabla slavjanskog gledaju priatelji naukah i žale nas…. Vrime je da se i probudimo od dugovične nemarnosti; dajte pehar, te carpite iz studenca pomnje mudrost, i nauk; nastojte da najpred naša serca očistimo od predsudah, fatajmo za knjige i časopise, vidimo što su drugi uradili, te i mi ista sredstva poprimimo, da naš narod prosti iz tminah neznanstva na svitlost isitne izvedmo.] /  [source]

Another Franciscan from that same time period, Fra Antun Knežević, wrote similar things:

We, however, pay our due respect to both of our friends, the Serb and the Croat. We do not look down on their own nationality; we do not look askance at them, and we will never deny that we are of the South Slav tribe. But we want to prove to everyone clearly that we are Bosniaks and that we belong in the first tier of that glorious ancestry. We always remain Bosniaks, just as our forefathers were.

[Ali čast i poštenje obodvojici naših prijatelja, Srbu i Hrvatu. Mi njihovu narodnost ne preziremo, mi na njiha krivim okom ne gledamo, mi nikad nećemo zanijekati, da nijesmo od jugoslovenskog plemena, već baš hoćemo, da svakome jasno dokažemo, da smo mi Bošnjaci na prvom stepenu toga slavnoga roda. Ali uvijek ostajemo Bošnjaci kao što su nam bili i pradjedovi i ništa drugo.]  / [source]

Now you might be thinking “okay, that name was invented in the 19th century” - but no! Actually, the first time it was mentioned, in this form, was the 15th century:

[…] the current form Bošnjak (Bosniak), first attested in the diplomacy of Bosnian king Tvrtko II who in 1440 dispatched a delegation (Apparatu virisque insignis) to the Polish king of Hungary, Władysław Warneńczyk (1440–1444), asserting a common Slavic ancestry and language between the Bosniak and Pole. / [source]

But do keep in mind that before the 15th century there existed the term Bošnjanin which is basically the same as Bošnjak:

The earliest attestation to a Bosnian ethnonym emerged with the historical term “Bošnjanin” (Latin: Bosniensis) which denoted the people of the medieval Bosnian kingdom. By the 15th century, the suffix -(n)in had been replaced by -ak to create the current form Bošnjak (Bosniak) / [source]

To conclude, and please forgive my vulgarity, we didn’t invent shit in 1992, the name was always there. 

Now, you might ask yourself “what is a Bosniak then?”. Let’s not be biased, let’s search for the term in the Croatian encyclopedia:

The Miroslav Krleža Lexicographical Institute thus defines Bosniak as “the name for the subjects of the Bosnian rulers in the pre-Ottoman era, subjects of the Sultans during the Ottoman era, and the current name for the most numerous of the three constituent peoples in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Bosniak, as well as the older term Bošnjanin (in Lat. Bosnensis), is originally a name defining the inhabitants of the medieval Bosnian state”. /  [source]

Have we settled that now? We do not tie our ethnicity to the religion of Islam, which is shared by so many different people of the world, but we tie our ethnicity primarily to our homeland, our heritage and our ancestry. Not all of us are Muslim because you do not need to be a Muslim in order to be a Bosniak. Got it?

Look, I understand that ethnicity and nationality as we understand them in the modern context are very complex things, especially in this country. My intention is not to push anything on anyone. The reason why I took the time to write all of this is solely to tell you (yes, you personally, but also all other people who think like you) that you cannot keep doing this to us. The myth that Bosniakhood = Islam is false, please let’s leave that behind us in the past. We are not foreigners on this land, we are not some Ottoman leftover, we are not a foreign body that needs to be removed. We are as native to this land as the Christians are. And please, in the year 2017, in the 21st century, you cannot keep calling us “Muslimani” with a capital M. I mean, you can, you are a free person, you can say it and write it, but you lose all credibility and respect from me if you do that.