#like we should be fucking girls RIGHT AND WELL

[verushkak70]

OK wait: hang on here: let me preface this with: I LOATHE THE REPUBLICAN PARTY - actively, vehemently loathe - always have, always will, never voted Republican, never will, wouldn't if they were the last/only party on earth - because, among many, many other horrible things, Republicans (Reagan & Bush Sr) kept the minimum wage at $3.35/hour for over a decade as COL continued to rise, for years, while minimum wage was what I earned

& furthermore Republicans (Reagan again) cut the minimum wage from $3.35/hour to $2.01/hour specifically for jobs that receive tips - & both of these things occurred while I was a waitress, so I (and millions of single mothers; let's remember Harvey Keitel's lines about tipping in the opening scene of Reservoir Dogs rn, k? because he wasn't wrong) literally had my shit wage cut by more than 1/3 simply because it was a job that generally (not always, trust me on that!) got tipped

& let's remember that Jimmy Carter put solar panels on the White House while he was President

& as soon as Reagan won & moved into the WH, that oil-money-funded piece of shit immediately ripped them down

Not to mention that while other countries were mobilizing national(ized) health services to combat HIV/AIDS when it was killing tons of people in the 80s & 90s, the Republicans blamed homosexuals for getting sick & dying, & Republican presidents wouldn't even address it - including the one whose son was semi-openly gay (Reagan again)

Not to mention that literally since the day Roe v Wade came down Republicans were trying to restrict abortion & working to block/overturn Roe v Wade

To sum up: for those & literally a thousand other crucial reasons, I loathe the Republicans & I always & forever will

But let's also be very, very clear: if the Democratic National Committee had not fucked Bernie Sanders over (twice!) & engineered Hillary to be the de facto candidate for 2016, Donald Trump would never have won the first fucking time & we would not be in this deep shit now

Corporate pollsters hired by DNC did what they do: manufactured consent for Hillary when the public clearly wanted Bernie Sanders instead - an Independent, not actually a Democrat - because they already knew he was not compromised like the Democrats already were

Well, they can lie about & statistically manipulate polls, but the proof was at the ballot boxes on election day: whether or not you agreed with it or liked it (& I did not) the majority of people voting did not want Hillary & did not vote for her - so Dump won

& tbf? I wanted Bernie too! Hillary was only ever the lesser of evils imo for a variety of reasons (one of which was that the Clinton administrations were the most corporatized, Republican version of the Democrats yet, plus NAFTA & GATT was on Clinton's watch, which also fucked over the working class of America)

Let's all just stop pretending - this current Democratic Party? Is not Jimmy Carter's Democratic Party & it hasn't been for a very, very long time

& this Democratic party elite was willing to utterly disregard the will of the majority of American voters to install who they thought "deserved" to win, whose "turn" they thought it should be, for the 2016 Democratic presidential nomination - with utterly predictable results for anyone paying fucking attention

Yet Nancy fucking Pelosi said that abortion was "kind of fading as an issue" in fucking 2017, while she knew the man in the White House was hell bent on pleasing his evangelical "Christian" base by appointing as many right-wing federal judges as possible - jfc, people! wake the fuck up!

Sure, bitch, maybe for your 40-years-post-menopausal ass, "abortion [was] fading as an issue" - but what about young women? Girls?

Rape & incest victims?

Your fucking Democratic principles? - or lack thereof??

Most of us post-menopausal liberal-to-left bitches still actually care about women's rights for everybody! We know not everyone has the power or money to just fly to a blue state & get yourself/your daughter/your granddaughter/your niece/a rape victim/an incest victim an abortion - or throw money &/or power at a red state doctor & get an abortion coded in the medical record as a medically necessary D&C

In fact 2/3+ of Americans believe the decision should be up to the woman or couple facing the choice

How the fuck could Pelosi even think that - let alone say it out loud to a reporter? This is our Democratic leadership??

How? I'll tell you how: Because she already did not care & had the arrogance to think that broadcasting her not-caring would not matter

So - can I make it any fucking clearer that the national Democratic party - all those career politicians like Pelosi who don't even bother to pay lip service to the party line anymore! - do not fucking care about us & haven't for a long time?

I can't say it any better than Bernie himself did: it should come as no surprise that the party that abandoned working class Americans has been abandoned by working class Americans

They abandoned us first

The Democrats did this to themselves & to us

The lesser of two evils is still evil

Stop blaming the abandoned for being abandoned, & then abandoning their abandoners

Were/are people who fell for this orange asshole's populist, racist, misogynistic bullshit idiots? Yes, yes they are!

Were people manipulated by the active efforts - all over every. Single. FUCKING. social media platform - at targeted election interference from Russia & other countries' intelligence agencies & terror groups? Yes, yes they were

Do Americans struggle mightily with understanding how voting & elections work, with critical thinking, & with maintaining a high index of skepticism?

Yes, they clearly do - but no more, I'd say, than the Brits who voted to shoot themselves in both feet with Brexit (& then asked the reporters who explained the consequences to them, on camera, how they could change their vote); or the rest of the multiple European countries who are similarly sliding into neofascism

All the votes that Bernie Sanders would have gotten in 2016 from the majority of independent voters? Went to Dump

Many votes that Sanders would have gotten in 2016 from Democratic voters, if he'd gotten the nomination, also went to Dump

Because - once more, with feeling - The Democrats abandoned us first

Those who abandoned them after they abandoned us? are not to blame for the current situation

So stop fucking saying that they are

[navybrat817]

Hiiii Navy- how is our biker Bucky? I'm excited that his reader is a nurse because I am also a nurse...!

I'm glad you're excited, and I may have to get more of your insight as this goes on. And how he's doing...

Thinking About You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky's thinking about you after meeting you.

Word Count: Over 500

Warnings: Mix of fluff and dirty thoughts, love at first sight, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I'll try to post more of this AU once more. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo and divider by the incredible @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky’s thinking about your beautiful eyes and smile, but how you’re much more than a pretty face and how you must really be some sort of angel. You were a nurse, after all. Nurses helped provide comfort, protection, and care to others. You helped people heal. And, fuck, do you look good in white.

He’s thinking about how you listened to him when he talked. You were actually interested in his writing and the bar. He hoped you’d stop by at some point. Maybe he could convince you to stay after closing so the two of you could have the place to yourself. He’d even share some of his writing with you.

He’s thinking about how your eyes will light up when he brings the club to the blood drive tomorrow. At least, he hopes they’ll light up and that you don’t be afraid. His brothers could come across as intimidating from a first glance, but they were all good guys and the drive was for a good cause. You also didn’t seem put off that he was a biker.

He’s thinking about what an idiot he is for not asking for your number, and how he should’ve gone after you when you left. If he had your number right now, he’d message you just to say hi. He wasn’t leaving the drive tomorrow without asking for it.

He’s thinking about what your past relationships were like. How did your exes treat you? He’ll treat you well. Why didn’t the relationships last? Did anyone break your trust? If someone hurt you he’ll take the pain away. If the pain is no longer there he’ll do his best to help you should it surface unexpectedly.

He’s thinking about how he wants to take care of you, how he wants to learn your love language, and earn your trust. He wants to be your friend and have you confide in him, to learn your fears so he can protect you from them, and to learn how to make you smile again when you’re feeling down or hurt.

He’s thinking about how he wants to confide in you, too. To be vulnerable and open. It isn’t easy to let people in, but you make it seem effortless for him. He wants you to see every side of himself, every shadow, and tell you every story about every scar and tattoo.

He’s thinking about you as he lays in bed, fisting his cock, imagining the sounds you’d make as you lay beneath him. Or on top of him. How you’ll melt on his tongue. How blissed out you’d look when you fall apart. He knows you’ll feel like heaven when he’s inside you if you ever let him get that far.

He’s thinking about you post orgasm when he catches his breath. It’s a little scary that he already wants you to be his girl, and he refuses to believe it’s just infatuation. It’s something deeper. And if you give him a chance, he’ll make sure you never regret it.

I guess we can consider this part of Ficlet Friday? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

[ahhhtwentypilot]

Divorced!Toji who cheats on you one night when he’s drunk on accident.

Divorced!Toji, who only makes excuses when you find out, saying it was just an accident, and he was drunk. It’s not like he put effort, why would he? You would believe him anyway.

Divorced!Toji who says he doesn’t care when you guys get a divorce, that you’re just another person in his life that’s leaving. You’re the one who would regret it. Not him.

Divorced!Toji who drowns his feelings in alcohol and meaningless hookups. Who tries to convince himself he didn’t care. What was the point of getting married anyway? He knew it would end like this.

Divorced!Toji who gets a new girlfriend. Doesn’t really like her, but does that really matter? It was just for fun anyway.

Divorced!Toji, who finds himself comparing everything she does to you. Why does she dress like that? Why does she talk like that? Why does she act like that?

Divorced!Toji, who convinced himself to stop thinking about you. That the only reason he compares his girlfriend to you, is because she’s better. (Though we all know that’s not true.)

Divorced!Toji, who ‘accidentally’ finds your social media. It’s totally like he wasn’t searching for it. But now that he’s here, might as well look through it right?

Divorced!Toji, who curses to himself when he finds out you have a new boyfriend. Because who the fuck thinks they can have you? (Though it’s been months and he should have expected that.)

Divorced!Toji who scoffs to himself one drunken night, messaging you a paragraph that only makes your relationship worse.

Divorced!Toji, who gets even more angry when you just brush off his message. The bold “Read” at the bottom, just laughing in his face. Because he knew you read it, you just didn’t answer. I mean, why would you? You guys were long broken up, and he was probably stupid for even texting you in the first place. But still, no answer?

Divorced!Toji, who lashes out at his girlfriend. Spitting insults and laughs. Because no one could compare to you, and why was he just now realizing it? Dumbass.

Divorced!Toji, who really doesn’t care when his girlfriend breaks up with him. He was now free to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Divorced!Toji, who texts you every day.

“Why are you even with that bastard?”

“Come back to me mama, you know you want to.”

“I’ll have you back in my bed in no time, stop resisting pretty girl.”

“Come onnn, the divorce was a mistake.”

Divorced!Toji, who knows you see them, you just won’t answer. Who keeps doing it anyway, because the fact that you read them even when you’re spoken for, says something to him.

[ilions-end]

so euripides' hecuba (david kovacs translation) was wilder than i thought it'd be

immediate thoughtssss:

i'm pretty familiar with the sacrifice of polyxena through other sources by now, although this is the first time i've seen her, you know, speak and try to wield whatever small amount of agency she is allowed in her own death. VERY strong iphigenia in aulis parallels. really chewing on the "the trojan war begins and ends with the ritual sacrifice of a young girl" concept

this IS the first time i've gotten to polydorus' whole deal beyond very brief summaries (and similar but different fate in the aeneid). i'll admit i'm a dumbass so i got really confused about the timeframes and the geography. the entirety of the greek army is (somewhere!) in THRACE but not at TROY anymore, but achilles' TOMB is within walking distance? and i assumed polymestor was supposed to be further away but he's right there in this temporary camp and... idk, confusion.

also i rarely mix up greek names but the fact that polydorus was murdered by polymestor. i keep tripping up, sorry

it's interesting that we learn agamemnon argued NOT to kill polyxena, and odysseus got everyone convinced anyway. between this and aulis and trojan women: odysseus just LOVES lobbying for the murder of women and children

SPEAKING OF odysseus, his interactions with hecuba in this were so different than what i'd imagined! for one, there is no clear indicator that hecuba is HIS slave. i for sure thought that'd be a major thing in this.

secondly, in this version HECUBA SAVED HIM THAT TIME HE CAME TO SPY IN TROY AS A BEGGAR? he supplicated her, she got him safely out of troy... ooh you're a WILY one euripides!

ESPECIALLY WHEN odysseus, Mister Hiketeia himself, PHYSICALLY BLOCKS polyxena from supplicating him so he won't be obligated to help her. CHRIST, man!!!

augh athenian odysseus, you are such a genuinely awful man and i need to dissect you with pins and study your insides

when hecuba begs to be sacrificed in polyxena's stead (because she's right! the greeks actually have a REASON to want her dead, as hector and paris' mother), and odysseus argues like, well WHAT would it look like if they'd treated achilles with respect in life but not in death? and i could FEEL ajax reaching out ghostly fingers to odysseus in that moment because he experienced the opposite (odysseus' enemy in life, then respected in death) and WHERE did that get him? just. mm. thoughts.

hecuba knows odysseus is also a parent........ it still doesn't help

RETURN OF TALTHYBIUS! a weeping, sympathetic agent of violence and outrage. he's so interesting to me. is he largely an invention of euripides i wonder? i should look more into talthybius

i understand the need to make polyxena's death as noble as possible, but it did weird me out when talthybius assured hecuba that even as polyxena fell to the ground with a slit throat, she carefully minded her skirt so she wouldn't expose herself in her death throes

POSSIBLY the most sympathetic-acting agamemnon i've come across in these plays? even if all his sympathies and concern for hecuba is implied to be because she is a kind of pseudo-mother-in-law now that he "cares about" cassandra so much... which is, you know, it's own kind of fucked up. euripides absolutely downplays the non-consensuality of that relationship so agamemnon can serve as an agent of justice

okay, it is kind of delicious when agamemnon is like "a WOMAN kill a MAN??? PSSH as if that could ever happen". sir. sir.

how old are polymestor's children meant to be? they're young enough to be "passed between" the enslaved women but polymestor brings them to a soldier camp

if i had a nickel for every time someone had their eyes stabbed out with brooch pins in ancient greek tragedy i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but--

i like the visual of polymestor "crawling like a beast" though. fuck you polymestor

and then there's the FAKEST trial because agamemnon pretends to be impartial? THAT was a twist

i couldn't supress a disbelieving chuckle when polymestor's like "oh by the way i have these incredibly specific prophecies given to me by dionysus at an unspecified earlier time. yeah so hecuba you're gonna turn into a dog in just a little while. and agamemnon, just so you know, clytemnestra's gonna kill you and cassandra as soon as you get home"

and of course agamemnon doesn't believe him but i have to wonder as he's getting chopped up later he's like "huh. why does this seem so familiar"

i don't know, man. this play was no trojan women.

[read-write-thrive]

Charles Rowland Week Day Five — Earring/AU

Yes this is late but shhhh this ficlet was not working with me!! Still not happy with it but here we are. TW: slurs for South Asian and queer people mentioned (aka paki and fag) as Charles recounts what some of the awful other guys were saying to him. Take care of yourself as always :) hope you enjoy!!

Charles knew it wasn’t fair of him to slam the door open. He came back practically right after class, for once, and he knew that Edwin would be doing homework at his desk. Sudden sounds were worse for Charles than Edwin, for the most part, but it was still a dick move on his part to just bang the door open, storm in, dump his stuff, and then immediately set about taking a shower. In his defence it had been a truly awful day and he figured it was better to take his anger out on inanimate objects than snap (or worse) at Edwin himself.

But, again, this was completely unknown to Edwin, who jumped and twisted in his seat to see what the noise was. He calmed a bit at seeing it was Charles, but still tore his headphones from his ears to start up, “Charles! What the devil has gotten into you?” When Charles dropped his stuff off without responding, Edwin continued, “Is everything alright? Are you alright?”

Charles whipped off his top, threw it in the vague direction of his hamper, and started pacing and taking his socks off at the same time (which doesn’t work very well, but he was too angry to think that through), “It’s those dicks in my woodwork class again! I swear to fuck I am going to drive one of those hammers through their fucking heads, nail their empty skulls together so they might have some fucking use!”

Edwin somehow audibly blinked, “Well. That’s a picture. What have they done this time?”

Charles managed to still himself to unbutton his jeans, “More homophobic, racist shit. ‘Charlie! Charlie! Is the earring because you’re a gross fag or a fucking paki?’ Absolute arseholes. Like it’s any of their fucking business—they wouldn’t know culture if it shagged their mums.”

Another blink, “They really got to you today, it seems. You should take solace in the fact that they’re uneducated as you can be and still stay at this school. Not only are they on the tutoring list—none of which I will ever touch, of course—but anyone with any knowledge of South Asian or gay cultures would know that you would need to have the right, not the left ear pierced.”

Somehow, this logic broke through Charles’s temper (which had to be a special skill of Edwin’s—most people manage to rile him up more). Charles paused in this process of emptying his jeans pockets and stared at his roommate/best friend, “Wait, what? Did you research that?”

Edwin didn’t blush often, but when he did it was always paired with the sternest of expressions and fiddling of his hands. Charles thought it was cute, not that he’d ever say that to another boy. But Edwin assumed that face and Charles thought about it anyway, slightly distracted as Edwin explained, “It was a long time ago, if you must know. Right when you came back with your left ear pierced, in fact. I was… concerned, that I may say something wrong or misinterpret any of it. I had no wish to offend you, which included not asking you outright. … So yes, I ‘researched’ it.”

Charles felt warm to his core in a good way for once, not how anger had been burning through him minutes before. Edwin had really taken the time to look it up, just for Charles? And—, “Wait, researched it how? The Indian ear piercing thing—which isn’t what this is, ‘n case that wasn’t clear—is usually for babies and they get both ears done. The gay thing— that’s not exactly in the library, innit?”

Edwin continued fidgeting, eventually pulling out his little personal notebook for reference of some sort, “In my research I found that which ear was pierced first was a gendered tradition—right ear first for boys, left ear first for girls. Following that was an awfully confusing description of some sort of thread used in place of an earring, which didn’t apply to your piercing so I chose not to pursue it further. As for the— the other, well. Do you remember the boy I tutor for mathematics?”

Charles wasn’t exactly following yet but couldn’t resist in of their usual jokes, “Monty or something, yeah? The one who’s gaga over you.”

As expected, Edwin rolled his eyes (and remained pink in the cheeks) and continued, “Monty, yes. One of his friends was in the area when our session wrapped up and came by to chat. Thomas, I think his name was. He had only one ear pierced as well, though his was on the right. I was pondering if I could naturally bring it up in conversation without being rude—“

“Aw, but you love being rude.”

Edwin’s flat stare caused giggles to flurry through Charles, who tried to quell them to better listen to the story, “—I had no interest in coming across as rude to a new acquaintance. He noticed me staring at the earring, unfortunately. He had already made some … interesting comments—“

Charles bristled, “Oi, what kind of interesting?”

Edwin somehow got redder and redder in the face by the second, “It’s unimportant to the story, Charles, now let me finish!” He waisted for Charles to nod before continuing, “Quite right. Now, Thomas had already complimented me and must have seen me as… I believe he thought that he and I were cut from similar cloth. He was all too glad to point out my staring at his jewellery, in front of Monty and all!, and tell me about its meaning. I was— mortified, to say the least. The proximity—“

“He made you uncomfortable? That wanker. What did you say his name was?” Charles couldn’t help himself—if someone was freaking Edwin out it was Charles who was going to bat, literally.

Edwin huffed, “He leaned in closer than I anticipated and whispered it to me. It caught me off guard. And considering he is a near stranger—yes, I was uncomfortable, but it is perfectly fine without any need for violence, Charles.”

Charles relaxed his grip on the cricket bat he kept at his nightstand, taking a deep breath to try and return to semi-peaceful. It was just him and Edwin, there was no present danger. If Edwin said it’s okay, he should trust him. Charles took another breath before responding, “Right. Well. If he ever does it again and you want to do something about it.”

Edwin’s soft smile returned, “Thank you, Charles. Though I do not believe it will come to that. But yes, that was my research at the time. I believe it was sometime during the infection that you admitted it was all for aesthetic purposes.”

Charles would usually get playfully riled up at that, but he was still keeping that anger bolted down in the basement of his mind so he decided against it. Naturally, he decided to return to jokes instead, “I can’t believe you were researching earrings just in case I was, what, a very late to the party traditional Indian baby? Or decided to pierce my eat instead of telling you I liked blokes? C’mon mate, have more faith in me than that!”

Charles must have said something wrong—Edwin’s fidgeting was back. The soft smile was all but gone, too, “Of course I do, I just— this was a while ago, and I—“ He sighed, running his hands through his usually perfectly gelled hair, looking directly at Charles for only a second, “Charles, I refuse to continue this conversation while you stand there in your boxers.”

Although tempted to poke fun at Edwin for being prudish, that was one of the issues he’d learned not to push—between his fucked up family and his general Edwin-ness, Charles had learned nudity, sex, and the like weren’t well-received. Maybe one of these days they could discuss all of that, but not today. They’d both had quite a lot of Feelings for today.

Charles resumed his usual grin, grabbing what he needed for a shower, “Well I’m showering before we continue, then. Am I all set to use the bathroom?”

Edwin waved him on, replacing his headphones and returning to his homework. Charles took the dismissal without issue and went to take his shower as intended—only stopping to stare at (the earring) himself in the mirror for a tad longer than normal. He’d never regret it based on how cool it looked, obviously, but still. Being kicked around for so long sometimes makes you wonder if it’s be easier to join the team.

Nah, fuck that. Those poor sods can’t even spell aesthetic, let alone understand it. The earring was part of him, and he still cuddled the warm feeling of Edwin’s care to his chest. Going through all that effort—well, not really effort to get flirted with by some bloke called Thomas—to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt Charles’s feelings? For not the first and definitely not the last time, Charles took a second to appreciate it—he really was lucky to have Edwin around.

[in-amor-veritas]

Hi Veri! 🌼

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since you all loved my uni cheaters royal au have some more heh (this is very much unedited and written at 1am so I doubt it’s coherent)

As the party begins to empty out Simon hears Stella, (the blonde one who was dancing way to close to the other girl to be friendly) huff, throwing herself back on the sofa.

“This is lame. It’s still early.”

Vincent, the upperclassman with the bleached blonde buzzcut, frowns rolling his eyes and throwing back the suspicious liquid in the cup he’s holding. “You’re just complaining because all the single guys who were giving you attention left.”

Simon snorts. He’s pretty sure she isn’t interested in the boys at all.

He does this, unfortunately right at a moment where the music has gone quieter and suddenly the attention of everyone on the couch is on him.

Vincent looks him over, eyes narrowing, a curl in his lip as he looks back at his friends who Simon can’t quite recall the names of save for August who has a smarmy smirk on his lips.

“Something to say charity case?”

Simon doesn’t like Vincent, not one bit. Most of the people in this expensive Östermalm apartment that’s paid for by someone’s rich mama or papa are people he’s never met.

He comes from a vastly different background than them, and he knows they judge him for it and that they like to make him aware of it.

Unfortunately for them, he doesn’t give a fuck what the posh kids think of him.

Simon leans forward, keen to answer with something biting when all the heads in the room turn, at the same time toward the doorway.

He doesn’t need to look to know who is there. All of these people drool after him, sucking up and trying to get into his good graces because he’s the Crown Prince and they want nothing more than to benefit off of it.

The Prince must know that, Simon is sure of it. The boy may be privileged and sheltered but he’s not stupid.

Wonder what they would think if they knew what he and Simon have been doing. The thought makes him grin, turning it into his drink.

“Wille hey come join us.” August jumps to attention, grabbing a beer from the ice bowl on the table and opening it, presenting it to him with an almost too eager look on his face.

Simon thinks he’s like a little puppy. Desperate for treats.

“Hey Wille.” Vincent nods.

Taking a sip of the cola he’d snagged earlier Simon turns around to watch as Wilhelm steps in, “What’s going on?” The Prince asks, running a hand through his dark chestnut hair. It’s been cut recently, Simon can tell, they must do it every few weeks or something. Imagine the Prince with unruly hair. What a scandal.

“I was just about to tell everyone that this party sucks.” Simon smiles innocently, sipping at the bottle and keeping the eye contact when Wilhelm looks at him.

“What—“ Vincent starts but Stella and the other girl (Simon can’t remember her name) talk over him.

“For real, it’s like a morgue in here. Can we find a real party already?”

“It is a little dry…” Wilhelm agrees, eyes meeting Simon’s again. There’s a little spark that races down his spine when he does, tingling right under his skin.

Vincent looks mollified at hearing the Crown Prince agree and sighs, “Well fine Sosse what’s your suggestion.”

“I think we should—“

He pauses when he sees Karolina walk in, blonde, all legs, with eyeliner that could kill a man. She slides her arm around Wilhelm’s waist in a possessive move shooting looks at both Stella and Frederika (that’s her name). “What are you doing in here min bakelse?”

Simon wants to laugh. He hides a smirk behind his hand but casts a furtive look around the room and is rewarded by the various expressions of thinly veiled disgust on the faces of Wilhelm’s friends.

He’s well acquainted with this unfortunate nickname and he is also well aware of how much Wilhelm hates it. It’s written so plainly on his face. Stella looks like she wants to puke and even August who sucks up more than anyone to Wilhelm has to look away because —well who can blame him.

Oh he’s going to tease Wilhelm about this later. Preferably in bed.

“We are just discussing the idea of moving this sad little house party somewhere more fun.” He chimes.

“Why did you even invite him.” Vincent gripes to Wilhelm. It’s obvious who he means by ‘him’.

Wilhelm to his credit frowns, looking annoyed, “He’s in my philosophy class Vincent and this is a student party . He’s a student is he not?”

Well that’s a perfunctory answer. But at least it shuts Vincent up, although Simon wishes August wouldn’t stare at him so long.

“What’s your idea?” Stella asks leaning forward, twisting a lock of bleach blonde hair in her fingers.

“I know a fun club.” He answers her raising an eyebrow.

“Okay let’s go.” It takes no convincing on his part for Stella who jumps up.

Frederika next to her giggles and follows suite.

“Hey! You want to go out to some grimy low life club?” Vincent snaps, looking around incredulously at the others who have also started to move.

“Sounds better than sitting around here.” Another boy, Nils, shrugs. Simon definitely gets rainbow flag vibes from him.

“Great.” He says happily, pushing himself off the couch and considering Wilhelm and the way he’s trying hard not to seem like he’s looking at him.

“Does the prince want to enjoy the lowbrow pleasures of the common folk?” He asks facetiously, smirking at the way he sees the other boys cheeks color slightly.

“We are coming,” Karolina answers for him, “Can’t hurt I guess.”

Wilhelm catches his eye and knowing that no one will notice, Simon winks at him, a rush of satisfaction and that purr of excitement when the other man goes tense, sharpens in on him and Simon practically knows exactly what he’s thinking.

He’s going to make him beg for it later.

[footballerimaginess]

Leaving the club together

Long Imagine based off of this blurb here 

Mason Mount  You bump into Mason during a night out and you two have been on a few dates and end up leaving the club together Word Count: 584 “Shit” you whispered as you walked into the night club and instantly recognised someone. “What’s up?” they looked at you as you stopped in your tracks as you saw Mason standing there. 

“Mason, he is over there. Fuck-oh shit he has already seen me” you murmured as you stopped in your tracks as you watched him walking towards you. "Why you saying fuck? you have always liked him. You know you still have feelings for him" they asked you as you shook your head, doing your best to deny it. But you just couldn't. "Oh stop it, you know I still like him. I just can't bring myself to tell him again. I went through pain last time we even spoke. But now what am I supposed to do, he probably has zero interest in me" you told them all as Mason walked towards you. "Hey, been a while since we have seen each other. Have you been avoiding me?" Mason smirks as you watched as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. "Nope, the same could be said for you? you moved to Manchester and I've not heard from you for once" you shrugged." "Mm I suppose, so how are you?" he asked as he sipped on his drink. "Yeah I am good, been busy with work. I see you aren't playing yet, still got a knock?" you asked him as you leaned on the bar. "Yeah sadly still injured, seems that's all I have been since moving to Manchester. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but too late to even think that now sadly" you could see the pain in his eyes as he was talking about his injuries. "Oh Mase, you shouldn't say that. These things happen, you'll be playing I know you will babe. Anyway what happened between us? we had been on dates and you basically ghosted me. I didn't think you were like that" you sighed as he turned to face the bar staff as he ordered another drink. "Here, I know this has always been your favourite" he grinned as he slid you a vodka lemonade. "Thank you Mase, so what do you think happened? I have missed us, this actually" you smiled as you watched as Mason brushed past you. "Let's go somewhere so we can talk, its getting loud here" he suggested as he put his hand out for you to hold onto it tightly. "I don't know what happened to us, but I think maybe we should get back on track with us. We had such a good time on our dates, would you erm? I dunno like to out for food?" he asked you. "Yeah that would be nice, when? I can come down to Manchester to see you?" you suggested. "Oh well, I was thinking now? Can we go out to a restaurant now? Sorry if you think I'm being a bit forward" Mason nervously asks. "Let me just tell the girls, I'll be right back okay" you shouted as you jumped up and headed to find the girls who were partying on the dance floor. "Girls, I will see you later. Mason wants to head out for food so we can catch up, I promise I will fill you in later" you shouted at them. "Ooooh you go girl" they shouted as you hugged them all as you headed to meet Mason. "Ready" you smiled as you took his hand in yours as you headed out to get some food. Do we want part 2??

[thecolorsfucked]

that fucking trans women zine rly just taught me more about anatomy and nerves than every single sex ed class and health class i ever experienced or heard about tbh mira bellwerther deserved an honorary doctorate in health education and sexuality fr that shit is so thorough

[xxplastic-cubexx]

On the topic of Charles and sports, I bring you Charles playing Murderball! (Wheelchair rugby)

local wheelchair-bound professor shocks students by how visceral he gets during a game of murderball (name unrelated)

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE EPISODE 7!!!!

MY GOD I WASNT READY FOR ANY OF THIS!!! WHAT WAS THAT!!!

Also ekko wallpaper I got with my fries lmao

[cractasticdispatches]

Blorbo Poll

Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

tagged by: @im-not-a-monster

EDT: ah shit we forgot to tag ppl like a dumbass. uh..... you. you reading this right now (if u want to anyway)

[faksyan]

Have you ever looked at the list of autism traits and very confidently said well I don't have that one only to notice years later you are doing the fun leg movements from a show you just watched in your kitchen at six in the morning and you suddenly Get what they meant by copying body movements and stuff and surprise you've been doing it all that time actually and now you are Aware of it so your body feels weird but you also still want to do it so your brain just bluescreens. or is that too specific.

[evilkitten3]

so i'm at my mom's and i decide to round up all the naruto volumes we have in the house (currently i've found 37, 45, 50, 51, 53, 54, 56, 58, and 60) bc that's where my brain is these days and i flipped through 'em a bit and like.

ok so in volume 53 (the birth of naruto) there's a flashback to the kyuubi attack and a bunch of people dying. we see naruto's parents (mostly kushina) monologue to him pre-kicking it, we see iruka's parents giving their lives for him, and then there's kurenai's dad.

"you're a girl so make sure you live long enough to give me grandkids" bro i hope the kyuubi got you and i hope it hurt

[cuteniaarts]

Post-recovery Summiya concept sketch :)

[literallyrants]

sometimes I do need to remember those anti voting posts are not being written about me

[milkstoner]

I don't have an insta 😔

I do have to respect that honestly.