yes you are rude


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why i stopped identifying as ace

i know, I just recreated my blog and now I’m talking about Things. 

look, no one is arguing that asexuality is a real thing.  in fact, I used to call myself ace too.  I had an ace flag background, I had an ace ring – all of it. 

and you know what? nothing about my attraction has changed since then. even though I dropped the asexual label, I’d still be a firm member of the community if I decided to call myself ace. 

but I don’t. and i never will again. and here’s why: 

y’all are homophobes.

yes, you’ve heard it before! but now it’s coming from an asexual who felt so alienated and embarrassed by your actions that she will never come near your community anymore. 

you take tragedies, murders, and violent acts against sga people and turn them into some kind of oppression contest against you. you make everything about yourself, constantly.  you talk about sex more than any quote-unquote “allosexual” I’ve ever met.

you make posts about how an std-plague would be so cool because only aces would survive.  you take valid criticisms of your garbage behavior and cry “aphobes!” and put your fingers in your ears.

newsflash: you’re not oppressed because you don’t want sex.  yes, sexual situations may make you more uncomfortable than others, and finding a compatible partner might be rough, but those aren’t systematic.  

when I told my mom I was ace, she said “you haven’t met the right person.” rude, yes, but pretty normal for a mom response.

when I told my mom I liked girls, she sent me to conversion therapy and told me if it didn’t stop, I had to leave.

you see the difference? let’s be real: probably not.  you’ll probably tell me I’m either lying or generalizing.  but I want you to know this: you are the reason I don’t feel safe in the “ace community,” and you are the reason no one wants you in our safe spaces.  leave us alone.

Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 01

Originally posted by jjks

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter.
↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader
↬ Genre: mafia!au
↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters)
↬ Word Count: 7.770

Part 02 - Part 03

Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.

It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.

Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?

You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”

Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?

“Until now? Yes.”

And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?

You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”

You’re getting a job?

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Give me stories where people don’t doubt that Bitty is on the hockey team because of his stature, but because he isn’t an obnoxious, loud-mouthed, overly-opinionated rUDE PERSON, YES YOU ADAM BIRKHOLTZ AND WILLIAM POINDEXTER I AM POINTING AT YOU

anonymous asked:

Ah, I don't want to be rude at all, but for the previous watercolor brush question could you screenshot the actual settings?


(nah youre fine, here’s the settings of the setup im using right now, but be warned cuz the blending can get really finicky at times

I felt like doing a little study with the hero boys
Head over to this post fort Part I

“So … what’s your deal?”, Pyre asked, handing him a can of shitty beer. “Invincible?” Those narrow eyes watched him closely as Marco cracked open the can and took a sip. It tasted as horrible as the label had lead him to believe.
“Immutable”, he said, pulling a face and Pyre squinted at him, throwing the second can over at Eren who caught it easily. “It’s, uhm… I’m basically immune. To everything, I think. Disease, injury, other powers…”
Pyre climbed onto the little coffee table, crossing his legs as he studied Marco closely.

“So that’s why I can’t manipulate you. Sounds … interesting”, he hummed after a while and Marco shrugged.
“It gets old fast. I can’t get drunk or even cut my hair but then again, it doesn’t grow in the first place, so…” He let out a dry little laugh and Pyre smirked at him. Then he looked over at Eren who seemed to have made himself at home, shoes kicked off and legs pulled up onto the couch.

“And you?”, Pyre asked, something about his expression hardening the slightest bit. But Eren had kicked down his front door, after all. “You’re … special too, aren’t you?”
Eren took a languid sip, regarding their reluctant host over the rim of his beer can, and shrugged.
“Hulk smash”, he answered and then, when Pyre didn’t seem to get what he was talking about, he added: “I punch things really hard.”
“He also has incredible self-healing abilities”, Marco added as he noticed Pyre’s expression turning sour, amber eyes flicking over to the haphazardly fixed front door.

“So superhuman strength and regeneration. Charming”, he drawled and Eren scoffed.
“We can’t all hit the telekinesis jackpot, can we?”, he spat, voice turning bitter at the perceived attack on his abilities. Marco knew he took pride in being gifted, or special, as Pyre had put it, and that he never sat back and took it when anyone made snide comments or so much as dared to look down on him.
“It’s only a jackpot if you know how to handle it”, Pyre shrugged, mostly unperturbed by Eren’s anger. He was confident, almost arrogant, from the way he used his voice and held his body to how he looked at them, knowing he’d have the upper hand in any scenario. It was infuriating and unfairly attractive.

Then something clicked.
“Applied physics”, Marco said and Pyre’s eyes flicked over to him, surprised and a little impressed.
“Yes”, he agreed with a firm nod. “You know, it all boils down to manipulating matter and the more you know about matter…”
“The better you can manipulate”, Marco finished for him, watching Pyre’s eyes light up with excitement. Pale hands grabbed the remote, holding it up for them to see. Then they uncurled and let the little device float centimetres above Pyre’s palm.
“Any telekinetic can do this”, he explained.

But then, with a subtle wave of his hand, the remote came apart. The cover at the end opened, letting the battery float out, the buttons moved and slipped from the plastic shell, wires unravelling and metal inner workings unwinding. Every piece broke down into smaller ones, plastic and rubber and metal separating, melting into their basic components, each one tinier than the last until they could barely be seen with the naked eye.
“But breaking down objects into their molecules, rearranging atoms…” Slowly, bit by bit, the pieces came back together again but not as a remote anymore. When Pyre was done there was a little statue of a horse rearing above his palm, it’s body pitch black with silver hooves and an incredibly detailed mane billowing behind it.

Marco couldn’t help but gape at the sight, blinking at Pyre with disbelief and gaining a crooked smirk in turn.
“That’s not everything”, he hummed and placed the little statuette on the table so he could slide over towards Eren, looking at him with an incredibly intense gaze. “Once you get the hang of atomic manipulation…”
It took a minute but then Eren flushed a deep crimson red, lips parting and eyes growing wide, staring back at Pyre with something like horror in his eyes. That … that couldn’t be good…
“What did you…” But before Marco could finish the sentence Pyre shrugged and waved a hand at him.

“Relax, He’s fine! Better than fine, he’s in love…”, he grinned and Marco felt himself freeze in shock. That couldn’t be possible, could it? He watched Eren swallow hard. “Adrenaline, Dopamine, Serotonin, a little bit of Oxytocin … it’s all in there, just needs to be let free to make someone all jittery with infatuation … isn’t that right?”, Pyre grinned.
“Stop it!”, Eren snarled, baring his teeth and clenching his hands into tight fists.
For a second Marco was worried this might escalate way worse than he could’ve imagined. But how could he ever have known this man wasn’t only able to manipulate objects but also brain activity and probably just about everything else…?

But then Pyre shrugged.
“Okay, okay…”, he hummed, looking at Eren again.
“There”, he said after a while. “Good as new.”
Eren just snarled at him again before jumping to his feet and making his way over to the little bathroom, throwing the door closed behind himself with a loud bang.
Marco sighed, regarding their supposed ally with a critical look. This cooperation might turn out harder than expected.

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Missed Shots

Request: hello!!!!! i was the anon that requested have you ever seen a heart shatter and oh my word i am blown away!! i couldn’t stop crying after reading it!! anyways, i would love to request another newt x reader where the reader is a legilimens and she reads newts mind and finds out he’s in love with tina or leta (which ever one you can choose who you like i guess) and she just breaks i guess?? pure angst as always haha. please and thank you!!!

Word Count: 2,779

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

August 1st, 1903

Sploosh. You shriek with laughter. Mud flies every which way. It lands on your cheeks. It sprinkles the front porch. You don’t care that your mother will be mad. You look at the next puddle and bend your knees.

A little boy suddenly bursts into your yard. He shouts, hands out in front of him, as a bunny darts by. Another boy, a little bigger with darker hair, tears into your yard, too. He stops when he sees you. He marches over, calling the other one, too.

“Who’re you?”

You scowl. “Who’re you?”

“I’m Theseus Scamander. This is Newt.” He prods the other boy in the back.

“Why’re you in my backyard?”

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So earlier I couldn’t think of what to draw and @precious-flower-child suggested tiana!

I was reminded of the post created by @vacker of not having the vackers be white and I had to draw it too.

Also short haired Biana cause dang she looks cute as frick

Okay imagine this.

We get a clip of Sana coming home after school and the Balloon Squad is there.

Now I can see two options here:

1) Sana completely ignores Yousef, like he tries to look at her and so on but she avoids his eyes and goes to her bedroom without even saying a word

2) The boys make some comment to her and she explodes because honestly she’s been dealing with so many bullshit lately (yes Vilde, Noora I’m looking at you and your rude comments) and says something like: “Don’t you have a house?? Why are you always here?!” (which btw it’s true, not that I’m complaining) and goes to her room leaving the boys shocked.


In both cases Yousef excuses himself saying he has to go to the bathroom or something like that and goes to Sana’s bedroom, knocks on her door and says: “Sana? Are you in there? I just want to know if you’re okay

But of course she doesn’t answer

So yeah, basically all I can see is my girl Sana suffering and feeling guilty and my boy Yousef being all heartbroken

I feel it coming, it being the angst and pain

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Let’s all cry together! yay!

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So I wrote this for @_fullybooked ‘s Valentine’s contest where we have to write a love letter to a fictional character. (They’re giving away a book set and steak. Yup you heard me. Steak. And dinner for two whoop! hahaha) 

I wasn’t able to post the whole version since Instagram has a word limit so I thought I’d share it here. lol don’t laugh, okay? I’m in love with this guy. <3 This is my letter to Will Herondale from @cassandraclare‘s Infernal Devices series. The photo edit was taken from @the-manila-institute

Dearest William,

It is a bit odd writing this letter to you. I’ve been wanting to for a long time but people would think me insane to be addressing someone who, quite frankly does not really exist in the real world. A fictional character—a mere creation of the human mind. But seeing that there is an opportunity where I will not be judged if I do, I have gladly taken it; overjoyed to finally be able to say to you what I’ve wanted to say the very moment I turned to the very last page.

William. Did you know you wore the name so well? In French it means: “determined protector”; the epitome of who you are as I’ve read from the Infernal Devices series. I was in high school when I met you, and had the honor of being by your side as I read through your adventures with Tessa, Jem, and the other Shadowhunters. Every fight, every war left me in awe as you fought them with such skill. (And you knew that very well too.)

My first impression of you: you’re going to be someone I won’t like but would end up liking in the end anyway. You were rude, arrogant, reckless, excessively cocky, and did I mention rude? Yes, I believe so. In retrospect, you were everything I didn’t like—except maybe the fact that you were an incredibly gorgeous human being with deep blue eyes, that even you yourself are in love with. I liked Jem more in all honesty and would probably get along with him better than I would with you.

But as I got deeper into the story, I learned there’s more to you, Will. Behind the sarcasm and rude disposition was a caring young man who would risk everything for the people he loves. I discovered your past and suddenly…everything changed. Or maybe I’ve known it all along but didn’t let myself see it.

I couldn’t pinpoint the exact time—or page—I fell in love with you. But know that I did. I really did and it was like a lullaby; a slow journey. I guess it started when you expressed your devotion for the written text. Your love for books was wonderful and I guess I saw myself in you and related a lot to your thoughts.

Your words spoke to me, touched my heart. And for the first time, I saw someone as my other half. Perhaps we were twins in another life for we think very much alike.

“It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.” - Will

Your words continue to haunt me to this day—your words of love, your witty remarks, and even the snarky and sarcastic ones that make me want to hurl a chair at you. Being a writer, I breathe and live words and you are the first person (I don’t care if you’re not real) who understood what it’s like to be that way. Maybe you are just a fictional character, but I believe Cassandra Clare has shaped you in the image of real people, so you must exist somewhere. I hope I find someone who would want to listen to me talk about books and my stories “until their ears fell off”. I hope I find someone half as passionate as you are; who is incredibly strong but felt too deeply it leaves me breathless…

Someone who can easily express himself in words so beautifully; and would say these words to me the way you did to Tessa: 

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die—“

You’re simply wonderful Will, and it breaks my heart a little knowing I can only be with you through the pages of a book. But just so you know, I would gladly read it over and over again just to have the privilege of being able to witness the beauty of your mind and heart—your very soul.

I love you, most ardently. And dare I say if I were a book, you’d be the words; every page strewn with thoughts of you.

Loving you always (from outside the pages),

Kaye Allen

anonymous asked:

Omg allll of the blurbs 😍 can you do 1 and 26 plssss 😅

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“just shut up and kiss me.”
you were in the middle of watching another episode of teen wolf on your computer when you were interrupted by a knock at your door.

it was currently pouring rain outside and it was almost midnight so you were hesitant to answer the door, especially since your roommate was out of town this weekend.

as you slowly made your way down the steps, the person kept knocking louder.

you peeked out the front window before opening the door just in case it really was someone trying to kill you or something.

a tall figure with soaking wet hair and clothes was the only thing you could see since it was so dark, but it was enough for you to know it was your best friend shawn.

you quickly pulled your door open, revealing shawn still in pyjama pants and a hoodie he probably threw on.

“shawn! are you crazy, get inside!”

you practically pulled him inside before bringing him some dry clothes that he’s left at your house a few times.

“here take these,” you say as you hand him the clothes to go change. “give me the wet ones when you get back i’ll put them in the dryer for a bit.”

once he returned with the wet clothes in hand, he sat down next to you on the couch. his grateful smile faded when he remembered why he came here.

“shawn?” you ask, “are you okay?”

he shakes his head, refusing to look at you.

“why him?” he mumbled, it was barely audible but you were able to hear him.


“why zack? why out of every guy in the world did you pick zack?” he slammed his fists on the coffee table in front of you. it seemed more like he was talking to himself than you.

zack asked you out about a week ago and you said yes, not wanting to be rude. today the two of you went out for coffee and you have to admit, you had a really good time with him. you told shawn about it, he didn’t seem like he had any problems with it. if he did, he would’ve told you. right?

“shawn? what are you saying?”

“what i’m saying is,” he said, rather loud. he noticed the worried expression on your face before taking a deep breath and starting over.

“what i’m saying is, why did you have to pick zack? he doesn’t deserve you y/n, he just wants to get in your pants.”

you crossed your arms, “and why should i believe you? how do you know?”

“when have i ever lied to you y/n?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“okay fine,” you sighed. “why did you come over here at midnight to tell me this?”

you tiredly rubbed your eyes, you woke up really early today so you were tired.

“because i had a lot on my mind and it was bugging me. i had to tell you just in case.”

“he was the first guy i’ve been out with in a while, you kind of just ruined my day.” you partially joked.

it was true, it’s been a while since you went out with a guy. you were starting to think you would be alone forever.

“he doesn’t deserve you y/n,” shawn whispered.

“oh yeah, then who does? because some hasn’t expressed their interest in me like that in a long time shawn.”

“i do.”

you widened your eyes at shawn’s comment, still not looking at him even though you could feel his eyes burning into you.

“y/n, please say something.” he pleaded, grabbing your arm forcing you to look his direction.

“shawn,” you sighed. “we’re best friends you aren’t allowed to do this!”

“oh come on y/n! that’s the biggest load of crap i’ve ever heard, we’re not just friends and you fucking know it. the way we act around each other, that is not platonic. i know you feel it too, just admit it.”

you looked to the floor, shawn had caught you so off guard you didn’t know what to think or say.

unfortunately, he was right. you have undeniable feelings for him, you have for a while. but you didn’t want to do anything about it because if you guys didn’t work out your friendship would also be over.

shawn cupped the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him again. your faces were less than an inch apart.

“come on y/n, this isn’t one sided.”

“just shut up and kiss me shawn.” you breathed, closing the gap between the two of you.

the kiss felt unreal, the kiss you shared with zack earlier was nothing compared to this.

shawn had the biggest smile plastered on his face when you finally pulled away.

“god you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that y/n.”

As I’ve said before, I have no problem whatsoever if people reblog my Jalec stuff as parabatai or friendship or whatever. If it’s a simple episode gifset or scene recap, it’s entirely up to interpretation anyway.
And yes, I’m well aware that they’re not romantically involved in canon, but I do ship them so I’m gonna tag all my Jalec posts with my OTP tag even if the scene itself may not be shippy.

(Plus, I’ve more often than not seen posts by anti shippers whining about how they “found out they reblogged from a Jalec shipper and how that was the most horrible thing ever” - actual thing I’ve seen with my own two eyes - so I want to be upfront about the fact that I do ship them LIKE THAT so people know who they reblog from, and they can choose not to do it if they’re so inclined.)

As for my edits, while my personal motivation behind making them is certainly shippy/romantic, I do think that for many or most of them, a non-romantic interpretation is entirely valid if you take the special nature of the parabatai bond into account. (There are exceptions to that, a couple of them really can’t be seen as anyting but romantic in nature and if you choose to ignore that you’re really just wilfully ignorant, but as a general rule, that’s how I see it).

HOWEVER. If you reblog my stuff and feel the need to add passive-aggressive tags like “THEY’RE BROTHERS!!!!!!!” or “don’t ship them guys”, I’m gonna block you. Simple as that.

This has been a PSA.

White and Red

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3726
Warning: Smut

RequestThank you! I was thinking about Ivar being completely in love with YN who’s his total opposite, but they complete each other, always relying in one another. Just a romantic Ivar. What do you think?

Notes: Hey anon! Here’s your request. I really hope that you will like it and that it’s the Ivar you imagined. I’ve got a bit carried away with it and it came out way much longer than what I had planned but who’s complaining? I added a sex scene at the end, I hope it doesn’t bother you! Again, sorry if there’s any mistakes. Enjoy heathens!

You’ve always been the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Always caring for everyone, and always here to help. You were well known for your kindness and your beauty and people loved you. You were the daughter of the blacksmith in Kattegat and your duty was to sell his products on the market. Your father’s work was really appreciated and the majority of the warriors came to you in order to buy their new weapons. That’s where you met the princes of Kattegat. You remembered the first time they showed up at your stall. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were flirting with you and you blushed at every word they said. You were shy and not used to that. But the one who caught your attention was Ivar. 

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