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Problems with the Witchblr Community

There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:

  1. Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
  2. The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
  3. Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
  4. Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils. 
  5. The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
  6. Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
  7. Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
  8. The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.

Just had to get that off my chest.

I know I said that Kingdom Hearts was like that game that starts off light and fluffy and then gets dark towards the end, I think they want to out-do themselves, I mean only a few worlds ago we were fighting Hades and the whole thing seemed almost carefree, like it was just playing the first game over again with different story elements and a new villain and then it just gets really serious towards the end but here you have psychological shit, existentialism and in a sense, a deconstruction of both being the protagonist and the concept of a sequel game that’s basically the same as the first one.

You have a story that plays out exactly like the previous one but it’s only because the main character is forced into it, the reasons are completely fictional and there’s no real reason why the main character is in these worlds, he’s just there because he’s expected to be, it’s happened before so it happens now and everything that’s needed to keep the simulation as close to the original is fabricated, Riku is just a replica, designed simply because the Riku in the first game was an antagonist. It really feels like Metal Gear Solid 2, the whole thing was a simulation all for the sake of crafting the perfect soldier, or in this cast, crafting Sora into someone who would fight for the organization.

And in the end, this is still a game aimed at kids and young teens. I wonder if they go any further with this.

whoever behiend this whiney/eyebrow lorde shit please stop. the messages paul has been getting are sexual about the both of us and we are both very grossed out and upset.
if this is serious, you are a fucking creep.
if this is an attempt to make us both uncomfortable and upset it worked! now cut it out. its not funny at all and disgusting. i dont know pauls age. you could be sending this shit about a minor. anyways whoevers up to this, i hope you are goddamn ashamed. its not “le epic trolling” this is now in the realm of sexual harassment.

as an admin, these posts are never fun to make. i’m a firm believer that rp should be a stress-relieving experience, one where we can all bond over our muses and create wonderful friendships. however, there are times when shit needs to get serious and i need to convey some thoughts. this post is primarily about activity. ooc posts, musings, images–these are all wonderful things, but they do not count as being active on the dash. dropping replies is never okay. this is where bubble-rping stems from. ew, bubble-rping, what a nasty word !! for these of you who aren’t aware, that is where you are only replying to a select few, or maybe even single person. 9/10 of ten this isn’t an issue, and i know we’re all human. hell, even i drop replies sometimes by mistake !! it happens, but when i see people consistently ignoring replies, that hurts my heart. and i have a feeling i know why this is happening: the desire for ships. listen, i get it, ships are great. but this is not a shipping rp. if you are looking to develop just romantic connections, this is not the group for you. if you are only messaging people with the sole purpose of shipping with them, that’s not okay. we are a family, and we like all sorts of plots here. unless you’ve spoken to me, there is no excuse for selective replies or ‘encouraging’ ships with other members. there’s a very fine line between asking for a ship and making the other party feel like you are forcing them.i’ll be honest, i’ve had several people express their discomfort with some people because they feel they are only being plotted with for ships. myself included.

essentially, the purpose of this post is to keep everyone mindful of their actions. i’ve been very lenient with activity, primarily because i know life is rough, and sometimes you just don’t have the muse–that’s perfectly okay, but like i said; its a very fine line between not having the muse, and simply being selective with your replies, and/or seeking just ship connections. as an admin, i try hard to make sure i interact with everyone with at least one of my muses on the dash. we’re all human, and sometimes we miss replies !! if you feel like someone has missed your reply, please message them !! give them a heads up !! or if you know you might take a bit on your replies, let the other person know so they aren’t feeling ignored. we’re all a family. we can be honest with each other.  alternatively, if you’ve asked someone about their replies they owe to you, and they continue to ignore you—please, please, please come to me. i hold the right to ask anyone who isn’t being a team player to leave the group. i cannot express enough how much i love each and every one of you guys, so sometimes i need to make these posts so everyone is aware of my thoughts !!

anyways, like this when you’ve given it a read, so i know i can hold you accountable to what’s detailed in this LONG ASS RANT, and have a wonderful day, i love you all !!

on how I inadvertently made my hometown haunted

I know I’ve shared this story before, but I can’t find it.

I grew up in a log cabin in the woods on the outskirts of a small rural town. It’s so small that it doesn’t actually show up on any maps - the only official marker is a small green sign on the edge of the road, and the longest-residing resident automatically becomes the mayor. We have a few houses, a gas station, a Masonic lodge, a Quaker church, and a couple of small graveyards. The rest is farm and woodland.

One day, I was visiting a school friend in the next town over. There were six or seven of us there, doing nothing but munching on pretzels, talking shit, and stewing in a questionable hot tub. I didn’t get out much, so this was a real party for me.

I stayed late because one girl I didn’t know offered to give me a ride home. I lived about 20 minutes away, but she didn’t mind - she liked driving country roads and wanted the practice. We were halfway there when I casually mentioned the name of my town and she nearly veered off the road.

She turned to stare at me in horror. “Are you serious?! I’m not driving there!”

“Why… not?” I had no idea what her problem was. It’s not like there’s a crime problem. Was it too far away? Was she going to leave me stranded?

“It’s super haunted. I hear so many bad stories about that place,” she said. I think my jaw dropped, but she was completely serious.

“What have you heard?” I asked. Haunted? And *I* didn’t know about it? Me, the kid who drank up ghost stories and urban legends like mother’s milk?

She explained how she’d heard stories about secret societies, strange rituals, black dogs, witches, mysterious gated roads, creepy houses, hooded figures roaming graveyards, and more. She was clearly terrified.

It took me a moment to process everything before I burst into laughter. Gasping for breath, I said, “That’s me! That’s all me! That’s literally all my family!”

My dad, a Freemason, had offered our woods as a location for rituals. My dog at the time, a black Labrador, was allowed to roam free. My parents often cooked over an open fire in a cauldron, either preparing food or chemical treatments for my father’s craftsmanship. Our log cabin we constructed out of pieces of old 18th century local buildings and is filled with oddities @. The hooded figures had been my birthday party, wandering the cemetery with lanterns ‘cause there was nowhere else to go.

“It’s not haunted,” I assured her. “That’s all just my family doing normal stuff. You can visit if you like. The scariest thing in town and the source of all these stories is already sitting next to you in your car, so what’s to fear?”

She did eventually calm down enough to drive me home, and we had a good laugh about it. I have no idea how far my town’s reputation for spookiness has reached, but I’m honored to be the inspiration of at least a few urban (rural?) legends.

you know shit’s serious when...

An ARIES stops competing.

A TAURUS lets things be your way.

A GEMINI stops talking.

A CANCER doesn’t care if you hurt them or not anymore.

A LEO doesn’t want to dominate.

A VIRGO becomes chaotic and unorganized.

A LIBRA stops communicating with you.

A SCORPIO starts crying infront of people.

A SAGITTARIUS doesn’t want to control shit anymore.

A CAPRICORN doesn’t care about money or success.

An AQUARIUS doesn’t want to get out of home.

A PISCES starts plotting their revenge on you.

A Really Fucking Vulgar Guide to Not Losing Your Shit in College (Condensed Version)

Bitches love to put things into lists. Moreover, bitches love numbered shit. Here’s some numbered shit in list format to help you not suck in higher education. You’re welcome.

1. Go to class. Like 210% serious. I don’t give a shit if you’re a get by on nothing, A+ slacker. You’re fucking paying for this crap so you might as well get the services owed to you. Take your ass to class even if you zone out 99% of the time. You know 1% more than you did when you walked up in there. Congrats, asshole.

2. All that free time you have during your first week of classes? Make it your bitch. Don’t just print the goddamn syllabus and be like all done. No motherfucker. Take a good fucking look at that assignment list. What’s due next week? Yeah, do that shit now bc I know you don’t have anything else to do. Then when you’re coughing up a lung six weeks into the semester and don’t feel like getting your ass up to do that calculus homework, you’ll remember this week. You’ll remember that you’ve been a week ahead this whole damn semester. Pat yourself on the back, ass wipe.

3. Prepare yo self. No seriously. You got notes to print for class? Sure you could be like all those other bitches and just shove them into your backpack, or you could actually /prepare/ for class. I’m talking looking that shit over, identifying key concepts, getting a decent grasp of the material before your ass is even in class. You a STEM major? Yeah, make this kinda shit your life because now class is like one bomb ass group review session. Again, you’re welcome.

4. Snack like a motherfucker, but save that junk food shit for the weekends. From now on, you are a fucking health guru during the week or if you’re a slacker like me, at least on the days you have class. Fruits? Hell yeah. Pack some of those. Mind wandering in class? Snack on some apple slices. Can’t stay awake? Keep eating some almonds or some shit, but don’t be that bitch with the potato chips. Just don’t.

5. Read. Yeah, you heard me. Read and I’m not just talking assigned reading. I bet my left butt cheek that your campus library has /something/ of interest to you. Commuting and don’t want to drive out there? Library databases bro. We’re in the digital age, motherfucker. I’d bet my other butt cheek that the shit you want is in a nice little PDF somewhere. But na man, you thinking maybe you want to go into computer science? Check out computer science books and eat them up bro. You don’t like reading them? Probably not the field for you. You a biology major in your second year? Yeah dumbass. Time to break out the bio books and not the ones your professor is shoving in your face. Amaze your friends and teachers with your out of class knowledge. Be a fucking star.

anonymous asked:

can you do some Hunk headcanons??? shit I love yours, so perfect <3

you know what else is perfect? hunk

  • shiro: “team this is a serious matter so no joking around” hunk: “or you’ll…….. punish us??”
  • hunk reminds lance of the ladies that work at the salon near his house
    • he’s just got that latina “honey, you would not believe what arturo told me about nina last week” hairdresser vibe
    • sometimes lance gets the feeling that hunk is gonna give him a trim
  • “…okay but has anyone else noticed that coran sparkles sometimes when he talks?? like is this an altean thing or”
  • hunk: “this is such a bad idea oh god please don’t do it” also hunk: [whips out phone to record the proceedings]
  • pidge never actually has to ask hunk for help when coding, he’s just nosy so he’ll pop in and give his opinions whether she wants them or not
  • allura: “hunk i need you to make a bomb” hunk: “uh i’m sorry what did i do to give you the impression that i can make a–…. yeah okay give me like 10 minutes”
  • hunk team ups (as described by lance)
    • with pidge: Nerd Squared
    • with keith: Ketchup and Mustard
    • with shiro: Swole Acceptance
    • with lance: The Best Team (”tbt is in position shiro” “okay codenames are officially banned from missions”)
  • keith, delirious with pain: “hunk you’re so nice, dude. you’re like… like an angel with no wings” hunk: “so like a person”
Rip Clubpenguin

Idk with clubpeguin shutting today i thought I share some memories of this fuckn site

  • I remember the day I made it. I was at my grandma’s house and I was ten and i started off with a 1 month membership
  • All the kids at recess would fight over the computers to play it and everyone in my school always went to ‘Tundra’ to play
  • The site crashing when Rockhopper came and everyone fighting to get on his ship that was hell
  • The surfing game was my fav and i was so mad when I found out they made survival for paid members
  • That fuckin flood once and I think an avalanche. I just remember a lot of events happening once 
  • I REMEMBER THAT MISSION WHERE YOU GOT LOST IN THE WOODS EVERYONE I KNEW LOST THEIR BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEN ONE FRIEND WAS LIKE “i got so scared when i had to burn the book!”
  • Halloween was always my fav event 
  • Im looking through a book in the game and god, all those events (the earthquake, fairs, fitness games in ‘08 
  • TIP THE ICEBERG
  • REMEMBER WHEN THE GOLDEN PUFFLE WAS A MYTH AND PEOPLE WHERE LOOKING FOR IT AND THEN YOU GOT ADOPT IT?????
  • When you could get belts in the dojo and Sensei was hard to beat
  • I shit you not once when I was with a friend we followed two penguins back to an igloo and hid quite well (they didn’t know we where there) and they started to have like fake sex. Like serious we watched these kids (they had to be kids cause of how they typed) having their penguins take off their clothes and fake having it and my friend then did a “hehe” AND THE TWO OTHER PEGUINS RAN GOD THAT WAS SOMETHING
  •  I stopped playing around the start of HS but holy hell clubpenguin was my childhood and I remember just having so much fun and playing it all the damn time

(add more memories if you want but these are some of mine)

guys…. you do realize the voice actors literally have NO say on what gets written into the show, right?

He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

-

You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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BEST FRIEND

This word now and days can mean two or more things: 1.) someone you can count on in the time of need. 2.) someone you can be your crazy ass around with and share memes that you know might end both of your asses in hell for laughing at them. And 3.) someone you can call on when a bitch think your still playing games in 2017

Here is my opinion on the Mars Signs, as BEST FRIEND

ARIES MARS: 


Stereotypical, yes, you can call their crazy ass to a fight. But don’t bother trying to tell them to ‘fucking chill’ because they are the ‘head strong’ type of best friend and are not passive to defend themselves against even their closest friends’ bullshit. Will explode on you for doing them wrong, or saying/doing some dumb shit. 

TAURUS MARS:


This is that mom in your group of friends who always seems to have their life together and won’t break down, ever. Advice is always given but if they see it’s just going through one ear to the other, your on your own. And once they cut you out of their life, that’s it. No catching up again in two years, no happy birthdays on your Facebook feed, not even a hello to your mother who keeps asking about them. The ‘once I’m done, I’m done’ best friend.

GEMINI MARS:


Thinks they are always right and that anyone who disagrees is below them. There is no point arguing with them, even if they are in the wrong, they will still try to win the argument. Thinks they are better than you and will prove themselves til the day they die. Many find them annoying and will stop talking to them, after a few conversations. Will give opinion, even if not asked. But if you can handle this and or love a good mind prodding, this person is for you. ‘Smart ass’ type of best friend.

CANCER MARS:


Thinking this one won’t be as bad? Your wrong. This is the type to double cross your ass on the court and act like everything is okay when you break your ankles. They feel a lot and will constantly need to be told that yes, you value them and the friendship. Moody and emotional, sometimes you might wonder why you stick around them. But then they just surprise you with some shit and you forget about it. The ‘thrower of shade behind your back shade but will also buy you food to make up for it’ best friend.

LEO MARS:


Insult them or their interests, get ready for a semi-dramatic show of a mix between ‘coming for your edges’ and ‘shut up, your just hating’. Not sure if they know that yes they too, have faults. No one is perfect. Well, they seem to think they are. Loyal af, at times. Has a hard time letting some things go, must defend til the end. ‘Sometimes-annoying-but-you-still-fuck-with-them’ type of best friend.

VIRGO MARS: 


Honestly, this one is complicated. Can range from being a perfectionist over their life that was fine five days ago but now some bullshit popped up, and they over-whelmed themselves over some tiny shit. Something always pisses them off, and or makes them annoyed. Always knows how to fix everyone else’s lives, but can barely fix their own. Will be distant and get moody when things don’t go their way. The ‘I told your ass that would happen’ best friend. 

LIBRA MARS:


That one person in your group of friend who thinks they have their life together, and will put on the show that they do. But- they procrastinate on everything.  Probably be the same one to be late on graduation day because they were hungry. Will seem clingy sometimes, but its because they care. Or so I’ve been told. Honestly, the friendship is gonna be a semi-cycle of you always reminding them to do something or the other. The ‘I’m more worried about you then myself’ type of best friend. 

SCORPIO MARS:


Your never really sure if this is just a friendship or something more, they don’t really let out much on their own behalf. Yet, will let you vent to them anytime, quietly collecting your dirty laundry just in cause you decide to pull the wrong move and betray their trust. Might get jealous of outsiders coming between the two of you, but will cover it to deal with later.  A good hider of emotions behind a friendly mask. The ‘okay, we will see’ type of best friend.  

SAGITTARIUS MARS:


Might impulsively do something that you both regret later but remember it as a good memory. Will get in fights/arguments but will forget about them and move on the next day. Always down to do some wild shit, but also talk about things that are not considered appropriate to talk about to other people. They tend to get aggressive with certain things, sometimes more than less at times. The ‘wild and kinda-serious’ or ‘good mix-ish’ type of best friend. 


CAPRICORN MARS:


Almost too serious and your always trying to cheer them up. Some shit is happening or they are worrying about some shit with someone close to them- worry, stress and won’t confess for them. Rather suffer in the shadows than deal with people getting in their business. Will go through the five stages, and in the end, just say “it’s life” and shrug while you didn’t even know what the fuck is going on. Kinda gotta tip-toe around them, but once your friends with them, y’all are friends. The ‘don’t worry about me, worry and improve yourself’ type of best friends.


AQUARIUS MARS:


Not exactly passive, but is not willing nor wants to deal with your bullshit. Does not care for your opinion about their life, because they know what they need to improve on. But doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, so they listen to your rants over some guy/girl who is playing games with you or how your so called ‘friends’ keep trashing you like, ??? What do you want them to do? They’ll listen, and give their two cents, but besides that- don’t come at them with a problem with no plans of finding a solution. The ‘honestly, couldn’t care less but whatever ’ type of best friend.


PISCES MARS: 


Seems moody and is, their mood shifts with the environment around them. One person gets mad at some shit, they get mad at some shit. Worried about everyone’s opinions about them and tries to not offend everyone. Eventually learns that people will hate for no reason and for some dumb reasons. Blows off irrational emotions instead of dealing with them. But their someone you can come to trust, eventually. The ‘I’m ready when you are’ or ‘a gauge between heaven and hell’ type of best friend. 

Guys I don’t fucking have WORDS for thiS FUCKING SCENE EXCEPT THAT IT WAS SUCH A FUCKING SCENE.

LIKE SHE CAUGHT ON IMMEDIATELY?? BUT LIKE SHE’S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL?

INSTEAD SHE’S LIKE OOOH WHAT ARE YOU HIDING YOU DORK? IS IT A SURPRISE PARTY? DID YOU BUY ME ICE CREAM?

LIKE LOOK AT THIS FACE. THIS FACE TRUSTS KILLIAN FUCKING JONES COMPLETELY. WITH THE EYEBROW ARCHING AND THE SMILE-Y SMILING LIKE SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH AND SHE TRUSTS HIM SO MUCH THAT EVEN THOUGH HER SUPER POWER IS FLASHING, SHE’S LIKE AHHH HE’S BEING A DORK

AND LIKE ON THE OTHER SIDE THERE IS THIS ASSHOLE. WHO RESPECTS HER SUPERPOWER SO MUCH THAT HE INSTANTLY DROPS THE ACT.

EMMA FUCKING SWAN TRUSTS KILLIAN FUCKING JONES SO MUCH YOU GUYS WHAT THE FUCK

AND THE SECOND HE GETS SERIOUS, LOOK AT HER FACE. JUST CONCERNNNNNN

AND HIS FUCKING SWALLOW. THE YOU WERE GONNA DIE EMMA.

THAT SHIT IS SO REAL AND HE KNOWS IT AND SHE KNOWS IT AND HE WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT HER AND THAT FUCKING SWALLOW HE DOES.

MAKE A MILLION GIFS OF THIS MOMENT WHERE KILLIAN JONES TELLS EMMA SWAN HE WAS SO AFRAID THAT HE WAS GONNA LOSE HER THAT HE NEEDED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT, THAT HE NEEDED TO SHARE HIS FEELINGS LIKE

AND THIS FACE BECAUSE LOOK AT THE THOUGHTS LIKE HE’S TELLING EMMA HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO HIM AND HOW HE JUST WANTS TO BE WITH HER AS MUCH AS HE CAN BECAUSE LIFE IS PRECIOUS AND DAVID STILL SEEMS TO THINK HE’S A PIRATE AND I CANNOT DEAL

THIS. FUCKING. FACE. *SLAMS DESK*

I AM LEGIT GONNA BREAK MY KEYBOARD. FEELINGS SHARED MY ASS.

I LIKE FEELINGS ONCE IN A WHILE.

YEAH ME TOO EMMA

NOT LIKE FUCKING THIS THOUGH

THIS IS FAR TOO MUCH

I CANNOT HANDLE THIS YOU GUYS I AM CRYING REAL TEARS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

ALSO! BOAT! SAFETY! LET US NOT FORGET THAT KILLIAN JONES IS A NERD FOR BOAT SAFETY AND EMMA SWAN THINKS IT IS ADORABLE!

THAT IS ALL BAI

Something Worth While

The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team

(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)

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It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.

“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.

“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.

“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass. 

“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.

“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.

“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.

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(In a homebrew space-based comedy game, our heroes find themselves infiltrating a rival company as “technicians”. The issue comes when they try to get on the ship to where they’ll be “working”, because they’re not allowed to bring weapons. They need those weapons. While two of them have weapons they can sneak past the checks, the other three party members have to get creative. One is a warrior-type with a rocket launcher, one is a scout with a handgun, and the last is the party medic, an eldritch abomination pretending to be human for the hell of it.)

Guard: Halt! Is that a rocket launcher?!

Warrior: It’s a work tool. I’m, uh, a demolitions technician. I need it for demolitions.

Guard: (rolls badly) Oh, okay. Carry on! 

Scout (OOC): Okay, I’m going to tape a couple of wrenches to my gun and claim that it’s a wrench itself and thus a valid work tool.

(DM gives Scout an “are you shitting me” look and rolls, critical failing.)

Guard: …Ah, of course, a wrench. Carry on!

DM (OOC): Okay, what about you, Doc? Your scalpels are small, but you do have to go through a metal detector with them.

Doc (OOC): Well… truth be told, I’m not entirely sure these scalpels are made of any metal known to man…

DM (OOC): You know what, I’m actually going to allow that.

Doc (OOC): I was kidding! I’m going to make a serious attempt, I swear.

DM (OOC): Eh, you had to get through somehow.

(This was the one and only time Doc got away with something like this.)

anonymous asked:

In your /tagged/about_me you say you're male with a question mark but since you refer to yourself as a boy and you've said your pronouns are he/him so it's pretty clear that you're cis. This whole "wow don't call me cis you don't know what's in my pants" stuff is you trying to be clever or whatever but it's fucking stupid. This along with the "I wouldn't really date a boy but who's to say I'm straight" shit is just getting old you dumb fuck

Can I offer you some serious advice?

Do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER become a detective.

I know a lot of people are going to be rushing to the streets to protest

but I have a serious question:

do you know if these protests actually center Syrian voices and leadership?

And by center I mean more than one person speaking, put together by or in meaningful solidarity with Syrian organizations, coalitions, grassroots folks.

If you just RSVP’d to some shit and don’t know, ask.

If the organizers tell you there wasn’t any time, know that there was time, and demand they do better until they actually get it right. For the next one, and the next one, and the next one. Cause that’s how this shit goes. 

The left cannot continue to treat the “object” of its solidarity as chimerical

{chimerical | adjective | 1 : existing only as the product of unchecked imagination}