#tweeted this alr but i need to put it here too like ...

[silouvertongues]

i just had the most delulu dream I've ever had about a celebrity i feel ill its never been this bad in all my years of being brainrotten

[opinated-user]

LO defends Sophie Labelle

on her last video "maybe politics as fandom wasn't a good idea" LO used the image of Sophie Labelle, creator of Assigned Male, as an example of "were you pedojacketing trans women online" at around 0:18.

i assume most people know by now what Sophie Labelle did that earned her the label of being a dangerous person for minors, but for those who don't here's the shortest summary: it was find out that Sophie Labelle had an secret alternative account where she published furry diaper art, since that was her fetish, and deleted it as soon it was found out. before that, some people noticed that at least one of the pictures she draw used real life baby as reference, practically tracing over it. it's highly possible that there were many other examples of this happening but the account was gone before anyone could look any deeper, as surely it was Labelle's intention. it wasn't, as LO makes it seem, "radicalized people" the ones at the front of dennouncing this outside of KF. most of the loudest voices during this "controversy" were trans survivors on twitter who were rightfully concerned because Labelle was a influential voice in leftist/trans spaces, many of which included parents of vulnerable children or children themselves. this dennouncing did little else but stop Labelle from posting more frequently. she still has her business going, many people aren't aware of what fully happened or don't realize how serious it is that she purposefully witholds information about what she did. for even more information, this post could help since it contain screenshots of the original tweet with the two pictures side by side and the response of Labelle.

i can't stress this enough: this is not information tucked away on KF anymore. it was exposed on twitter, expanded to facebook and other platforms too. many people became disgusted and dissapointed when they found out because they were fans of Labelle, they have supported her work before, they probably even share it with their own children. by dismissing all these people as "radicalized alt righters" and putting them on the same level as people who would send bomb threats to children's hospital (0:15), LO send two messages to her audience: 1. what Sophie Labelle wasn't too bad and only bad people would care that much about it, so they shouldn't be listened to. 2. "i'm being slandered just as these other two trans women and we all three are equally innocent". someone might argue that maybe LO doesn't know about the reason of the controversy and that is why she can easily dismiss it, as she indeed did when people brought it up to her. the only issue she did had with Sophie is that she is queerpositive on her works and nothing else. i remember many post like the one below that happened the day after Labelle have been dennounced on social media.

https://archive.vn/ldTR6

https://archive.vn/VAzsK

this post have been deleted from her tumblr as far i could search on her blog, even the ones that talked positively about the comic itself.

considering that we recently discovered the sankaku accounts of LO, which we know includes instances of multiple artists using real minors as references, one can't help to wonder why LO feels the need to defend Labelle and, more than that, directly put herself on the same level as her.

[taexual]

EXO / Their S/O is insecure

REQUEST: Lmao, and I was wondering if you would be willing to do a reaction thing for EXO where the reader is insecure about their appearance and overall self, feeling like they're not enough, and the EXO members comfort them? Or something like that?

Thank you for this request @babyfairyjongin ! I hope you enjoy ❤️

GOT7 version of this request is HERE

WARNING: some sensitive topics, i.e. insecurity about appearance, etc.

Xiumin

Minseok was very alarmed when he heard whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Thinking that you were in pain and needed his help, he entered without knocking, even though he knew you were supposed to be dressing up for your date night.

He found you on the floor in front of your closet with your face in your hands.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked slowly.

You shook your head, still not removing your hands from your face. “I’m so sick of this.”

“Of what, baby?” Minseok asked, feeling his stomach drop, as he squatted next to you. “What’s the matter?”

“I look like shit,” you told him. “In every piece of clothing I have. And without it, too. I just… I hate this. I hate myself. There’s nothing that can make me look good.”

Minseok’s heart ached to hear you say these words and not understand how wrong they were.

“B-but I don’t understand,” he said in a scared voice. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Why would you not see that?”

You finally moved your hands away from your face and looked at him with tear-stained cheeks. Minseok thought he felt his heart stop beating at the sight of you in this state.

“There’s nothing to see,” you told him. “I’m hideous.”

No longer desiring to hear another word coming out of your mouth, he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re even saying that,” he said as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Do you not see the way you light up the room when you enter it? Do you not notice how everyone’s eyes follow you when you walk? It’s not just guys, it’s girls, animals, other things. It’s everyone. It drives me mad from jealousy, but I guess that’s the price I pay for being in a relationship with the most beautiful person on the planet.”

“What are you even talking about, Minseok?” you said, trying to wipe the tears away from your face. “No one’s eyes follow me, they—”

“How would you know? You always look down when you walk,” he didn’t even let you finish. “You never see the way others admire you. You never see yourself the way others see you.”

You stayed quiet, looking down and trying to let his words sink in. “Minseok…”

“Y/n, you don’t deserve to think you don’t belong in this world when this world belongs to you.”

Suho

Junmyeon came back home after midnight. He thought you were already asleep, which is why he flinched when he entered the bedroom and saw you sitting in bed, cross-legged, your laptop in front of you, the light from which, illuminated your teary eyes.

“Y/n..? Wh-what’s wrong?” he said, not knowing where to start asking questions. “Why are you awake? And why are you crying?”

You shook your head, sniffling, and trying to wipe the tears away, but they kept on coming.

“It’s all true,” you said. “People tweet me about all of these awful things, like, how bad my skin looks in my pictures, or about the shape of my body… and all of it is true.”

“What?” Junmyeon frowned, suddenly walking towards the bed and leaning in to see what you were reading on your laptop.

He came face-to-face with your Twitter mentions and was a little caught off guard at the amount of hate comments you received.

“You’ve been reading this?” he asked you.

You just nodded.

“Why?” Junmyeon asked, then.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I just felt really bad about myself today. Sometimes, I read what people write to me about to make myself feel better. Usually, they’re very nice. Even the simplest “hi” has ten heart emojis next to it, and it warms my heart, but… today I came across so many people who agree with me and think that I have too many flaws to count.”

“Flaws?” Junmyeon sat down on the bed next to you. He still hadn’t taken his coat off. “What flaws, baby? You’re perfect.”

You laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, right. Tell that to the dry skin on my face. Or to the cellulite on my thighs. Or to the—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” he said. “I know you can name multiple things that you hate about yourself. And, for the life of me, I cannot understand where does that hate come from. But, baby, please understand that it’s just you. It’s all in your head. If you believed you were as beautiful as I believe you are, you’d see the world in different colors.”

You shook your head. “Not even believing I’m beautiful would help hide my obvious flaws.”

“Your flaws is what makes you so flawless to me,” Junmyeon told you. “And I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you see yourself through my eyes.”

Lay

Yixing and you were having a lazy day at home. You wore no make-up and were in sweats, which is why you repeatedly told him no when he got his phone out to take a picture with you.

“Come on, just one,” he begged you with those puppy-dog eyes of his.

You groaned, immediately losing every battle against him when he looked at you like that. “Fine, just one.”

With the smile similar to that of a child’s on Christmas, Yixing got his phone out, turned the camera on, and extended his hand to capture both of your faces. He took a picture, and just as you were turning away from the camera, he placed his lips on your cheek and took another picture.

“You said one!” you shouted, watching as he kept pressing the camera button and therefore taking more pictures of your shocked face.

Yixing laughed when you tackled him, trying to get him to stop taking pictures. Once he finally stopped, you pouted and pulled away from him.

“I love this one,” Yixing told you, showing you the picture where he was kissing your cheek with mischievous eyes. Your eyes were closed in the picture, and lips slightly parted in shock. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice every single imperfection on your bare, makeup-less face.

“I’m going to upload it to Twitter,” he announced.

“What?” your eyes widened. “Yixing, no. I look horrible!”

“No, you don’t,” he said, almost automatically, as he was already turning on the Twitter app. “You look great, as always.”

“No, seriously, please don’t upload it anywhere.”

Sensing the sadness in your voice, Yixing finally looked up from his phone to see your stressed face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You look good, I swear. You always do.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have any make-up on.”

“Fantastic! You look even better.”

“No,” you groaned. “I look horrible. At least, crop me out of the picture.”

“I’m not cropping my girlfriend out of the picture,” he said, almost angry that you even suggested this idea. He grabbed the phone and proceeded to upload the picture. “I love you and I want the world to be jealous because I got lucky.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed. “You’ll really show them you’re lucky when I look that ugly in the picture.”

Yixing was typing the caption of the picture, but he stopped moving as soon as you said those words. Putting his phone down, he focused all of his attention on you.

“Okay, you don’t like the picture,” he said. “I understand. I won’t upload it, then. But please don’t ever call yourself that because it’s a lie. You’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Yixing, you don’t have to—”

“No, I do have to,” Yixing said, not letting you finish. “I don’t want you telling anyone that you don’t think you’re beautiful. More importantly, I don’t want to hear you say this to yourself. So, if I have to spend every upcoming day reminding you that I love you and that you’re gorgeous until you finally believe me, then I’ll gladly do that.”

Baekhyun

Baekhyun just stared at you after you told him you wouldn’t go with him to the dinner SM was hosting. The company had invited you as well, and Baekhyun was shaking with excitement about not having to go to this event alone. But then, his excitement evaporated when he found out that you didn’t want to go with him.

“Why not?” he asked you.

“Because there’ll be people there,” you said, looking away from him. “And they’ll talk.”

“Okay. Talking is a thing that nearly all people do,” Baekhyun nodded, not understanding what you were getting at.

“No, I mean, they’ll talk about me,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to shield yourself. “And I can guarantee they won’t like me. They’ll find a way to convince you that you don’t like me either.”

“They have nothing to convince me of because I don’t like you,” he said. “I love you. And if you think they won’t like you because you’re my girlfriend then—”

“It’s not that,” you cut him off. “I mean, it’s that, but… there’s also the fact that I’m not good enough for you and I don’t want people to see that.”

“You’re not good enough for me?” Baekhyun asked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Wh-where did that come from? Why do you think that?”

“I don’t think that. I know that.”

“Baby, no,” Baekhyun shook his head, putting his hands on your shoulders. “You don’t know anything. You don’t know that I wake up every morning thanking the God for giving me the chance to meet you and for giving me the opportunity to fall in love with you. You don’t know that I stare at your pictures when I’m away, not able to understand how did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend who’s as perfect as you. Perfect in every way.”

You felt tears start to pool in your eyes, and all words escaped you. You stayed quiet, no longer able to reply.

“God put extra work into you, Y/n,” Baekhyun told you, then. “And then He blessed me by bringing you into my life. So, please, don’t ever disrespect me by saying that you’re not good enough for me. Because you’re more than good. You’re perfect.”

Chen

Jongdae raised his eyebrows when you asked him to leave the room so you could change.

“Babe, I’ve seen you naked,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips already.

Ignoring the blush that crept up your cheeks, you shook your head. “Yeah, but it was in the dark.”

“So?” Jongdae still didn’t understand. “I’m not going to stare if that makes you uncomfortable, but I don’t think you should be embarrassed about changing in front of me. I mean, you’ve seen me change in front of you plenty of times.”

“Yeah but your body looks like it’s been sculpted by gods,” you said, making Jongdae laugh.

“And yours doesn’t?” he replied, still laughing.

After you didn’t reply anything and instead focused your gaze on the floor, Jongdae stopped laughing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly serious. “Why don’t you want me to see you?”

“Because I look nothing like you,” you replied quietly. “I look hideous.”

Jongdae couldn’t breathe all of a sudden.

“What?” he asked. “Do you really think that about yourself?”

You remained silent.

“Y/n,” Jongdae said, getting up from the armchair that he was sitting on. “Please tell me you’re just joking and you don’t actually think that about yourself. Because if you’re not – if you’re serious about this – then you’re living a lie.”

“Jongdae, don’t,” you said, sighing. “I’ve been stuck in this body for all of my life. I’ve come to accept it for the way it looks but I know very well that it’s far from perfect.”

“Far from perfect?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You are the definition of perfect. I can’t believe you’re not in love with your body.”

“How could I be?” you asked. “How could anyone be?”

“I’ll tell you how,” Jongdae said, placing his hands on your hips. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. What matters is the way you see yourself. And I see you as absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. And that’s what you are to me. And there’s not a thing in this world that could change this for me. You could gain fifty, or a hundred, or however many pounds, and you’d still be the most beautiful person on the planet for me. You could lose as many pounds, too, and I’d still wake up every morning telling you how gorgeous you were.”

You watched him while Jongdae caressed every little crevice of your body with his eyes.

“So, if I can see you as beautiful,” he continued. “Then there’s nothing stopping you from seeing yourself that way, too.”

Chanyeol

Chanyeol hurriedly made his way to your apartment after you had texted him that you’ve failed your exam. You told him you just wanted to be alone for a while, but he wasn’t going to hear it.

He let himself in using a spare key and headed straight for your bedroom.

Once he opened the door, his heart got caught in his throat. He saw you lying down on your bed in a fetal position, and the only thing disturbing the perfect silence in your apartment was your quiet sobs.

“Y/n?” Chanyeol called out quietly. “It’s me, baby.”

You didn’t raise your head but tried to control your sobs long enough to ask, “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t leave you alone,” he said, crawling into bed next to you. “Come on, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He raised your body and placed it over his so that he was now cradling you in his arms with your head on his chest. You knew very well your tears would stain his favorite grey t-shirt and Chanyeol knew it, too, but that was the least of his worries right now.

“I f-failed, Chanyeol,” you told him through the tears. “I was the only one in my class who f-failed.”

“Things like that happen, baby,” he told you as he softly rocked back and forth with you in his arms, in an attempt to calm you down. “Maybe the teacher didn’t like your answers. Maybe you didn’t study the right material.”

“This isn’t the first time,” you said. “I’ve failed another exam last month. I-I’m not capable of anything.”

“No,” Chanyeol said. “You’re capable of so many things.”

“I’m not,” you said with a sob. “I can’t even pass a simple exam.”

“Don’t let stupid exams determine your worth,” he said. “You’re capable of supporting yourself. You’re capable of being there for others when they need you. You’re capable of loving. I think that matters much more than passing an exam, in the long run.”

“I can’t have a future without exams, Chanyeol,” you said. “So, even if you’re right, these abilities won’t overshadow the fact that I’m just not smart enough.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, strictly. “Exams test your memory, not your knowledge. So, if you forgot some things and didn’t answer some questions, it doesn’t suddenly mean that you’re stupid. It just means that you forgot. And that happens sometimes.”

You didn’t reply anything and just allowed yourself to be held in his arms.

“I love you,” Chanyeol whispered. “I’ll help you study for your upcoming exams and I promise you’ll pass them with flying colors. It’ll all be okay. And even if it won’t be, I’ll be right here with you and I’ll do everything to make it okay.”

D.O.

It’s just been one of those days. Nothing too horrible happened, but nothing good happened, either. It felt like you failed every small task you did, and although it seemed like nothing at first, later it all added up together.

You were in your bedroom, sitting on the floor with your back leaning against the wall, your hands in your hair, and tears pouring out of your eyes. The thoughts of not being good enough at anything clouded your brain and it all just got too much.

You heard the door of your bedroom open, and you saw Kyungsoo walk inside through your peripherals, but you didn’t raise your head to look at him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, moving your hands to cover your face from him.

“You weren’t replying to my texts for thirty minutes,” he said. “I became concerned. And not without a reason, apparently. What’s going on, Y/n? Why are you on the floor and why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a failure,” you replied simply. “I suck at everything. I can’t even reply to your texts.”

You heard Kyungsoo sit down on the floor next to you and a few seconds later felt his strong arms pull you towards him so that you were leaning on his shoulder.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it, baby?” he said, caressing your hair. “You’re just tired.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just that. I’m just… I don’t know what I am. But I’m below average in everything. It’s like… there’s not a single thing that I can do well enough.”

“That’s not true,” Kyungsoo disagreed. “There’s plenty of things that you can do well enough. There’s even one thing that you can do perfectly and no one else can do it better than you.”

“Yeah? What is that?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice even through tears.

“Being Y/n. Being you,” he said. “Maybe it feels like things are all getting out of hand and maybe you think you’re not good enough, but that’s just a temporary feeling. It’s going to go away. You just need to rest. You need to look at everything from a new perspective.”

“It’s not going to help,” you insisted. “I’m going to fail everything, and fall on my ass again. Literally.”

You felt Kyungsoo stand up from the spot on the floor. As you looked up at him in confusion, you saw him extend his hand for you to take.

“Let’s go to sleep,” he said. “I want you to see that I was right and that nothing will seem as dark and gloomy in the morning. And if it will, I’ll be here with you. If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you. I promise you that.”

Kai

At first, the idea of going shopping with your boyfriend excited you. The two of you laughed at each other when store mannequins scared you, you made fun of ridiculous patterns on some new, supposedly fashionable clothes, and you walked hand-in-hand everywhere, making others smile at your obvious love.

The real reason why you went shopping, however, was because you needed to buy something to wear for your friend’s birthday party. And yet, you didn’t find anything in any of the stores that you entered.

“What about this?” Jongin asked, pulling a short black dress from a nearby rack, as the two of you looked around the sixth or seventh clothing store in a row.

“Pretty,” you nodded in approval. “But too short.”

Jongin nodded, and hung it back, pulling another dress out. This one was white, it had a glittery top and a flowy skirt attached to it. You definitely liked this dress and Jongin could see it in the way you bit your lip.

“Go, try it on,” he encouraged, giving you the hanger. “I’ll be right outside of the changing room.”

Not getting a chance to refuse, you took the hanger with the dress from him, sighed, and headed into the changing room.

Even before you put the dress on, you already knew it wouldn’t look right. It would sag in all of the wrong places and it would accentuate all of the wrong features.

And you were right. As you watched yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t stop pulling the dress down to cover more of your legs, and then pulling the cleavage up, so it’d cover more skin up there, too.

“Can I see it?” you heard Jongin ask outside of the curtain that separated the changing room from the waiting area.

“Uh, no,” you said, adjusting the sleeves of the dress so it would look better, but nothing seemed to help.

“Why not?” you heard your boyfriend ask. “Is the size wrong?”

“It’s not the size that’s wrong,” you said before you could stop yourself. “It’s me.”

The curtain flew open all of a sudden, and you gasped at the sight of Jongin stepping into the changing room with you. Determination in his eyes was soon replaced by admiration as his eyes scanned your body.

“Jongin—”

“The dress looks perfect on you,” he told you right away. “Actually, I’m sure any dress would look perfect on you but this one really accentuates your features.”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. “I’m not sure if we’re looking at the same dress here.”

Jongin walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, so he could watch your reflection from the same spot as you did.

“Nope,” he said. “I’m pretty sure it’s the same dress, same body, same girl.”

“It just doesn’t fit,” you told him. “Nothing fits me.”

His grip on you tightened. “I fit you.”

You laughed at this and Jongin smiled widely. “I can’t wear you to a party, Jongin.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But you can wear anything else as long as you stop paying attention to the little details that you don’t like. Because it’s you who makes this dress look beautiful, and not the other way around.”

Sehun

“But it’s hot!” Sehun said for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. “Do you not like the sea? The sand? The cold wind blowing in your hair... Your shirtless boyfriend around you…”

You rolled your eyes. “If you promise me I won’t get any weird looks by wearing jeans and a t-shirt on the beach, then sure, we can go.”

“Why does it matter?” he asked. “You can wear whatever you want on the beach. Though the outfit you mentioned is not exactly what I imagined you in…”

“I’m not wearing anything else.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t know how to explain to him that you weren’t comfortable and confident enough to wear a swimsuit in a place full of so many people, even if the unwritten rule of the beach was that people had to wear swimming attire.

“I just don’t want to wear bikinis,” you finally decided to say. “Or other type of swimsuit. I’m not that big a fan of swimming anyway.”

“Okay,” Sehun said. “Then don’t. I’m not going to force you to wear something you’re not comfortable in. Just come with me.”

“The people, Sehun,” you sighed again. “They’re more judgemental if you’re not wearing a swimsuit than if you are, even if you look horrible in it.”

“First of all,” he said. “If you think you look horrible in a swimsuit, I can make you a PowerPoint presentation that would prove you otherwise. Second of all, who cares about what people think?”

“I do!” you said. “I don’t know why, but I do.”

Sehun nodded. “Okay. Well, as much as I want you to wear a swimsuit, I’m also fine with you wearing whatever you’re comfortable with. And if you see anyone giving you a dirty look, I’ll flash them.”

“Flash them?” you asked, a little confused. “With what?”

Sehun smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, and you understood what he meant without hearing him say it.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, slapping his shoulder.

He laughed at this. “No, but really, Y/n. Come to the beach with me. Wear a fur coat for all I care. I want to show you that you can enjoy yourself and forget about what everyone else thinks. And maybe when you realize that, you’ll finally be comfortable enough to wear whatever you want wherever you want. And I will – of course – be right behind you, screaming at every guy that’s staring at you that I’m your boyfriend.”

[thetoffeeist]

1) Koeman pressure

Now embarking on the second year of his three year plan, Ronald Koeman has had most of the presents he was promised when abandoning Southampton for the ‘Everton project’, recently declaring “everyone now understands why I chose Everton”. Despite still not landing the coveted target-man striker, Koeman can have little complaints towards the board this summer. Which means the pressure is all on him this season to get his players playing, and get them playing very good. If the Blues hit a bumpy patch in the road and some of the more anxious fans with itchy fingers who dreamt of Jose Mourinho as manager become disgruntled, it will be all too easy for them to point at the Dutchman. The pressure will be far greater than fucking up the colour of the tinsel on your Christmas tree. But if ever their was a head on a set of shoulders made for soaking up pressure, it would be the celestial-shaped dome of Ronald Koeman’s. You just wouldn’t want to be a journo at the front row of one of his press conferences during that period. The big Dutch crank.

2) Rooney revived

Wayne Rooney was dead to Evertonians. Or so we thought. A cameo appearance at a Duncan Ferguson testimonial panged the hearts of some of the bitterest Blues, and from that day on it was quietly hoped the prodigal son would return whilst his flame still burnt brighter than most. We all know the story since, Rooney is back, and ‘proving the doubters wrong’ is the journos go to theme of his first few months back on Merseyside. But it’s been spooky how similar some of his iconic moments have been so far, straight re-enactments of goals and celebrations from thirteen years ago. If Rooney was dead to Evertonians, the national press, and the national side, we really could witness an epic revival this season. Like a huge lion bellowing out one last soul shaking roar before it passes off into the night. Rooney undoubtedly has two goals in his mind – end the Everton trophy drought, and score a winning derby goal. It would be a great way to end the story.

 3) Bramley Moore Dock vision

The new stadium at the Bramley Moore Dock site will be placing Everton, and football, at the geographical and architectural heart of the city’s waterfront. It represents Everton Football Club coming in from the wilderness, the end to a forlorn search for a new home which would have always felt third rate behind Goodison Park and the failed Kings Dock dream. The fact we are now going back to the waterfront, claiming the centre of Liverpool as our own in such an iconic location is the most unbelievable development since Farhad Moshiri got Everton all jacked up on money and ambition. What we now look forward to seeing is the architectural designs of Dan Meiss’ vision for the 57k seater stadium. This will be our new home, and our kids’ kids’ new home.

 4) The return of Bolasie

“When I come back I know I’m the full package rather than still needing to do some little things. The hunger is to be back. I want to be back to prove to the fans at Everton what I’m really about.” After suffering a devastating ACL and meniscus injury early in to his Everton career, it remains to be seen how Bolasie will perform on his return, but he has been making all the right noises during his recovery. We saw flashes of his brilliance last season, although the best aspect of that was the link up with his mate, Lukaku (he jibbed you for Pogba, Yannick *spit*), he was always looking to influence the game, even if things didn’t always come off for him. With Everton crying out for options out wide, just how good the winger is on his return could play a massive part in the second half of the season. Yannick Bolasie 2.0 will be eagerly awaited.

  5) The return of Coleman

If we are eagerly awaiting the return of Bolasie, then we are absolutely pining for Seamus Coleman. A class act both on and off the pitch, the whole football club is proud of its flying Irish fullback and was left devastated by his horrific leg break on international duty. Almost five months after that double leg fracture Seamus Coleman is back in training and running again. With early reports suggesting he would be out of action until 2018, it is now hoped he could be back before the end of the year, which would represent an incredible feat of rehabilitation. It will take time after returning to first team action but Coleman’s game is vital to Koeman’s approach. The narrowness of Everton’s play would be remedied by Coleman bombing on down the right, offering assists and goals, as well as solid defensive play and leadership. Manchester City spent £50m for the same reasons this summer. Hopefully all we have to do is wait.

 6) Barkley’s fortunes

Ross Barkley now has no future at Everton, that much is clear. The real reasons behind the midfielder’s decision to reject a huge contract offer to look for ‘a new challenge’ are probably multiple, but it seems as though he is pinning them on Koeman’s public criticisms last season. Criticisms which seemed to induce a reaction from the player who undoubtedly put in some of his best and most consistent performances in an Everton shirt through the second half of the season. Barkley, forever lamented due to poor decision making has revealed that it is immaturity that he is most guilty of. Still only 23, that is a natural problem to have. They say your prefrontal cortex - the part of the brain responsible for decision-making - isn’t fully developed until the age of 24. Wayne Rooney has returned to Everton for all the reasons that Ross Barkley is now turning his back on, but the last person who could lecture Barkely on staying at Everton is England and Manchester United’s all-time record goalscorer. So here we possibly have a little bit of history repeating itself, except Everton do not need to sell their star player’s out of necessity anymore and Barkley’s fortunes away from Everton could look a lot more like those of Franny Jeffers than Wayne Rooney’s. Only time will tell, but it is one to look out for because if it all clicks for Barkley like we hoped it would, at another club, it would be a painful loss for Everton… especially if he ends up leaving for free.

 7) The next academy breakthrough

Everton can spend £45m on Gylfi Sigurdsson but it would take something for the big money signing to match the impact on fans that the Tom Davies goal against Man City last season had. Evertonians love nothing more than seeing one of their own perform on the big stage. The academy is bubbling with talent, and the Ketwig Kaiser is the first in line of a queue of players of a golden generation that it is believed have what it takes to make the step up. As I wrote about a few months ago, Davies was part of a trio of players who earned the nickname the ‘Holy Trinity’ at Finch Farm. The other two being Liam Walsh and Kieran Dowell. By all accounts of his early performances whilst out on loan at Nottingham Forest, it looks like it will be Dowell. However, Jonjoe Kenny is waiting in the wings for the right back slot, should an opportunity arise this season. Blending top quality new signings with top quality academy graduates is the way forward for Everton.

 8) Which of the new signings will make it?

Everton’s summer transfer business currently stands at 13 new recruits, with seven expected to be involved with the first team this season. Wayne Rooney, Jordan Pickford, Michael Keane, Gylfi Sigurdsson, and Cuco Martina all come with Premier League experience. Davy Klaassen and Sandro Ramirez arrive with experience of the Eredivise and La Liga so will be expected to find life at their new club a little harder than the rest as they adjust to the pace of the Premier League. To offset the loss Lukaku and Barkely, the side’s two most productive players in 2016/17, will prove the greatest challenge this season. Pickford and Keane have already improved the side, without a doubt. Cuco Martina has looked precisely the player we was expecting – temporary cover for Coleman. That leaves the pressure on Sigurdsson, Rooney, Klaassen, and Sandro to provide the goals. With Sandro and Klaassen lacking Premier League experience these two will be under most scrutiny. They should both be allowed the time needed to bed in, and patience from fans will be needed.

 9) Winning at Anfield

Since Everton last won at Anfield, Blackpool have risen from the fourth tier to the Premier League, won at Anfield, and fallen back to the fourth tier again. Yeah, we all seen that tweet doing the rounds at the end of the season. The simple law of averages says we are a due a win there, and flukey win with an offside goal would be celebrated hard into the next day but what would be much preferred would be a statement win. Of the starting line up at Anfield last season you wouldn’t expect the following to be on the team sheet the next time around this December: Robles (Pickford), Pennington (Keane), Holgate (Martina), Davies (Schniederlin), Barkley (Sigurdsson), Lukaku (Rooney), Calvert-Lewin (Sandro). It will be a different side to the one that lost 3-1 last time, one that will offer different goal threats and a shored up defence with a massive improvement inbetween the sticks. What would a win at Anfield do for momentum going into Christmas? It would put a huge marker down in the development of this new Everton.

 10) Winning some silverware

Any will do. That stubby cup they give out when we’re all still wearing our winter coats would be sound. A victorious night in Lyon would be even better; that’s a tin pot and Champions League qualification in one go. The dream ticket right there. The last time Everton won something the kids were playing Subbuteo, not FIFA. A whole generation of Blues know nothing but heartache when it comes to actually winning stuff. Above all else this season, if Ronald Koeman could lead Everton to some honours, it would be the clearest sign of the direction the club is going in. It would send shockwaves through the football establishment, who are already noticing that things have changed on the blue half of Merseyside: Moshiri, money, and mentality. Winning is contagious, and all Everton needs now is that spark.

[moritzstiefelwiki]

It's Called Peacocking and I Will Have None of It

Hernst | 1748 Words | AO3

In which Ernst loves guys with nice abs and loses control of his mouth while trying to prove how not-gay he is.

This started as a joke and kind of? Spiralled a bit? I'm havin fun tho. Shoutout to @melgayiorgabor for beta reading and @alloftheus-es for helping me Keep Things Moving,, I lov u guys. Ab rant taken from here

Ernst loved Instagram. He wasn’t following a lot of people, outside of his friend group he followed 7 or 8 artists and a few photographers. He spent plenty of times in the tags so it didn’t matter, and besides he needed his feed to be as uncluttered as possible for a very important reason.

See, here’s the thing about his friend group- it included Hanschen Rilow and Melchior Gabor. They were both intelligent, insufferable (though in entirely different ways), and easy on the eyes. Of course, he had to follow Hanschen, the two of them were quite close and that’s what friends do. They follow each other. Melchior, of course, was close enough to Ernst that it made perfect sense to follow him as well.

Ernst would never admit it but the only reason he had gotten Instagram in the first place is because of the amount of times he caught Hanschen taking shirtless selfies- you can’t just stare at someone’s abs in real life, but it’s perfectly safe to do so through a screen. And, as he found out, Hanschen wasn’t the only one. He was looking through the accounts Hanschen followed, checking anyone with a familiar username or icon and found Melchior did the same thing. As did Bobby Maler.

Ernst didn’t have any reason to explain why he followed Bobby, the two of them had spoken maybe twice in the past year, but he had to. Bobby, Hanschen, and Melchior were all well-built and had no problems with showing off.  

And god, he was glad that they did.

Ernst was scrolling lazily through his feed as he ate his lunch. Wendla was leaning against his shoulder as she chatted with Ilse. He put his phone down so he could rummage through his bag for his water bottle, not bothering to lock the screen.

“Why does Hanschen post so many pictures of his abs?” Ernst turned to Wendla as she spoke, she was looking down at his phone where one of Hanschen's many pics of him lifting his shirt up just so was displayed.

Ilse laughed, “He’s an asshole, it’s probably the only way he can get anyone to go out with him. Hey, Ernst do you know why he likes to post so many shirtless pics? You’re his best friend aren’t you?”

“I think he just likes the attention- look at the comments on this one,” he pulled them up and held his phone out to show her.

Wendla rolled her eyes, “I don’t think it matters why he does it, he posts way too many of these.”

Ernst disagreed, Hanshen could post a new one every hour and he would be more than happy to see them.

God, he sounds gay. Ilse is practically a mind reader, what if she suspects he likes Hanschen- she wouldn’t be wrong but- oh god-

“If I want to get a girl, I don't need to show my abs- mainly 'cause they don't exist. And I don't want to have to do this but I'm gonna. Why do people show their abs on the internet?” Why was he speaking? “Why is it that when I go on the internet I have to weed through so many photos of guys just- lifting their shirts up to expose this part of their stomach, which is rock hard by the way,” he cringed internally a little bit, that sounded gay, oh hell, “I don't know. I don't get it,” he paused for a moment.

“Why? What good does it do? Are they doing this and taking the photo thinking  that ‘maybe if I do this just enough, somewhere in Africa a young child will get to the watering hole knowing that I was thinking about them.’”

The girls were laughing. Why can’t he stop?

"'I need people to know that I've got a flat stomach because I don't want them thinking I've got some sort of weird torso hole because they're going to start putting things in it’"

What is he saying, what on Earth is that even supposed to mean?

"'If the internet knows that I have a flat stomach, we will win the war on terror.’"

He heard a third laugh, this time from behind him. “What, is that supposed to be me?” Hanschen. Perfect, just what he needed.

He could feel his cheeks start heating up a little bit.

Ernst didn’t think before continuing, he couldn’t afford to, “Look, it's called peacocking and I will have none of it, you animalistic fuck.  Maybe you should try working on something that matters instead of your lower torso-- where those lines go that point to your dick like a weird, subliminal message. If you want people to know about this whole area of your body, just put it on your business card. You could say like-  ‘Dick Johnson, ab enthusiast.’"

Ernst could see the concern creeping into Hanschen’s expression, tainting his amusement. “Are you alr-”

“That way they know they don't want to hang out with you.” Ernst hated himself for being responsible for the hurt look that flashed across Hanschen’s face.

For reasons unknown, he continued talking.

“You can usually tell that people have abs just by looking at them, nobody is ever surprised to find out that somebody has abs. Woah Dickhead Jones! I didn't-” he faltered for a second when he saw the way Hanschen's jaw clenched, “would have never guessed! Never in a million years would've known that you have a flat stomach.” He didn't love the look in Hanschen's eyes. “You only tweet about going to the gym all the time and you wear a t-shirt that's kinda like saran wrap"

Hanschen laughed again, this time it almost sounded forced, “you love it.” He did. “Look,  ladies you don't want a guy that has a flat stomach because the whole time he's with you he's gonna be thinking ��Jeez, this might be good for my abs.’” Jeez, he really needed to stop talking. "'Oh, I wonder what my abs think of this.’" Oh, why is he still going on about this?

“And guys like me, we're only thinking, y'know, ‘I really hope this doesn't make me fart.’” Ernst wanted to curl up and die, “and that's for you really, that's all for you 'cause I don't care where I fart.”  He really needs to stop. “If my pants are off, it doesn't matter where I'm farting 'cause the whole front row is getting wet.”

Oh, God.

The girls were laughing but he paid no attention to them.

Hanschen wasn't laughing. His face was suspiciously neutral.

“We’ll huddle over the Homer, maybe do a little Achilles and Patroclus.”

Ernst hadn't missed the innuendo when Hanschen approached him after school and asked him if he wanted to study, he just hadn’t thought anything of it. It wasn’t unusual for him to say things like that- he’d been “flirting” and using pick up lines on Ernst for as long as he could remember. Sometimes he was cheesy, sometimes he was clever, sometimes he was dirty, and sometimes he was just downright terrible. Ernst had figured it was just practice- just Hanschen’s way of keeping his mind sharp for when he was actually flirting with someone.

He felt awful about the things he had said at lunch earlier that day and nearly declined Hanschen’s invitation to study, but he took the pick up line as a sign Hanschen wasn’t (as) upset anymore (not that he would ever admit to being hurt in the first place) and Ernst really needed help with calculus, he was dangerously close to falling behind again.

The walk to Hanschen’s house started fine, but it wasn’t long until they fell into a tense silence.

Hanschen was the one who broke it.

“You're very passionate about abs, aren't you Ernst?”

Somehow this threw Ernst off more than any of the things Hanschen had said in the past week- including the time he punctuated a breathy “I like to keep my hands busy” by squeezing Ernst's inner thigh.

“No.” What was the point in lying, if he couldn't talk to him about this then who? “Yes? Maybe not passionate but-” He shook his head before continuing, “I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. It's just-” He stopped walking. “I just really like all those pictures you post.”

Hanschen stopped as well and turned to face him. “Oh?”

“I didn't want the girls to know, I'm sorry, I got nervous and just started talking and I couldn't stop. I'm gay, Hanschen.”

“You're gay? You like men?” Hanschen looked incredulous. “You mean to tell me you're attracted to men and none of the flirting, none of it, had any kind of effect on you?” This time Hanschen was the one shaking his head, “Christ, I thought you were straight. Am I really that bad at hitting on you?”

“You- what?”

“Surely you must have noticed, I've been far from subtle about this for how many years?”

“I didn't? I mean, I did, I didn't think you meant any of it.”

“You can't be serious.” Hanschen sighed, “what on Earth would make you think that? You know I'm not straight.”

“Yes, but-”

“What's the problem then?”

“Why would you want to flirt with me?”

“Why would I- because I like you, you moron!”

“You what?” It was Ernst's turn to look incredulous. “But you're-” he gestured vaguely at Hanschen “-you.”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“I don't know?” He paused for a moment as his mind caught up with the conversation, “hold on did you just say that you like me?”

Hanschen laughed, “how much clearer do I need to make myself? It's not a problem, is it?”

“A problem?” Ernst's hands were suddenly very interesting. “No, definitely not a problem.”

“So then wha- mmph!”

Ernst had, in a brilliant moment of definitely not thinking, all but lunged at Hanschen and kissed him.

He pulled away from Hanschen after he realized exactly what he had just done and looked at his (surprisingly flushed) face. He had a feeling his own face was pink as well.

Oh god, he really shouldn't have done that.

Hanschen brought his right hand up to gently cup the back of Ernst's neck and pull him into another kiss, this one brief and gentle.

Or maybe he really should've done it sooner.

“Let's go Ernst, this is hardly the place for Achilles and Patroclus.”

His calculus grade was about to drop, wasn't it?

[kyandice]

13,14,15/07/2017

13th

So today is like a Thursday and I only have CEP tutorial for one hour and I’m done for the day. So like I could just go home but Bryan still had classes until like 4 or 5 pm??? 

But anyways, we ate lunch at foodgle and foodgle and I ate the Ayam penyet idk is this how u spell it??? But wtf the teh o ice was fking expensive it’s like $1.40?????? but its only like $0.90 at koufu????

And yeahhhh, Bryan got default golddddddd. anyways, I pretty scared for PA I really want to get gold, if I don’t get gold now, I don’t think I can get gold in the future when I’m fighting under black belt.

During the exam period, he was tired and like sleepy so he wanted to go home. But like I told him I have to study in school or I won’t study at home, and I asked him to make a move home first. but he refused he says he can’t just leave me alone like that in school. I told him it was alright. but he still refused to go home.he explained: if the tables turned and if he wants to study, I wouldn’t leave him too.

 But the weird thing is, now, he wants me to go back home immediately if I’m going to wait for more than an hour for him to finish the class, and he must also do the same. But I lied that I still have cpes practical so I could go home with him. In the end I told him I don’t have cpes prac 30min before his class ended, so I’ll know that  Bryan will be like: might as well wait for me and we go home tgt.

So when we got home tgt, everything was great I guess, except that I was sick and I didn't quite hear what Bryan was saying so I kept saying huh and he kinda got pissed and thought I wasn't listening to him. But okay we hugged in the end, kissed too so it was great. 

So when I went back home, Bryan already probably was sleeping yeap. And then I saw Yi Le tweet, she shared about this secure in love website thing where we do this quiz for us and our partner and find out more about our love styles.

Anyways, I’m putting the links and results here for future reference, in case, idk, people change so we can do this still, in the future.( http://secureinlove.com )

Mine, What I feel is me:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_LoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/05_PartnerLoveStyle_LoyalSupporter.pdf)

I don’t know what he feels is me cuz, he is lazy and he refused to do any more quizzes.

Bryan’s, What he feels is him:

 (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_LoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/02_PartnerLoveStyle_ConfidentHero.pdf)

                       What I feel is him:

(http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_LoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf) (http://secureinlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/03_PartnerLoveStyle_HesitantRomantic.pdf)

But yeah, so since he thinks that he’s a Confident Hero, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T:

 • Assume everything is easy for them 

• Take them for granted or take advantage of their flexibility or generosity

• Forget all the hard work your partner puts in to make things look easy 

• Expect your partner to set firm limits, they often over commit and overdo

• Forget that they need help with balance particularly when they are stressed

• Expect them to understand your drama or your need for space

• Forget that they like to work hard and play hard

• Forget to listen to them, while they are easy going they get frustrated also 

And since I think that he’s a Heistant Romantic, this is what I shouldn’t do to him:

DON’T: 

• Lose sight that your partner is well intended and does not want to hurt you if they are being critical it is out of wanting to be accurate not that they are uncaring or unfeeling

• Crowd them or interrupt them and expect them to be present

• Be insincere in your praise

• Play games by threatening to leave them in an attempt to get them to chase you

• Overwhelm them with multiple complaints or grievances

• Assume they don’t love you because they show interest in other people or activities

• Use generalized language such as “you always” or “you never”

• Expect them to understand your differences, tell them what you want and need

Everyone should try to avoid doing this to their partner, but I asked Bryam, which one he wanted me to avoid doing the most, and it turns out that it’s the hesitant romantic. and hey, Guess maybe I know Bryan more than he knows himself after all.  

So apparently, 

YOUR LOVE STYLE is made up of two categories, your attachment style and your expressiveness level.

None of the seven love styles is better than the other, however, each of the love styles has unique traits, strengths, needs/wants and blind spots.

SECURE

Confident Hero = High Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

Reserved Playmate = Low Expressive

ISOLATED

Renaissance Lover = High Expressive

Hesitant Romantic = Low Expressive (Maybe Bteh)

NERVOUS

Expressive Giver = High Expressive

Loyal Supporter = Low Expressive (Me)

CONFUSED

Wounded Warrior

But from what I know, both me and Bryan are like pretty low expressive so I’m pretty sure that Bryan is a hesitant lover. The fact that he got confident Hero from the survey and don’t feel or relate as much as hesitant lover shows that maybe he lied like not really lie but like yeah like clicked the answers not consciously ok idk how to say but I think everyone gets it. 

Then after this whole secure in love thing, i decided to just ask him some questions I saw asked on The Lie Detective. Anyways, Lie Detective is like great I get to see the scums of earth and the loveliest human being ever. But idk a lot of westerners cheat?????? like why bruh. So anyways, a few questions from the lie detective were like, what is normally the cause of what makes you hard the fastest. Is it like real life sex, or porn, or just dirty thoughts. A lot of people truthfully said that it’s the dirty thoughts that gets them the hardest fastest and B said the same do he is prolly telling the truth. and tbh, dirty thoughts prolly get me turn on the fastest too idk lmao. 

14th

Today is a Friday, there’s training and it’s gonna be a tiring day. Nothing much happened today. Except that Bryan didn’t want to go for training but I still had to go becuz I had to kinda train up for PA. So after class, I just walked with Bryan to yck mrt and yayyyyy. I don’t spend as much time with him as much as a few months ago so I gotta treasure every sec with him, but lmao if I’m like alr sad now then army how. ok but, by the time he has army ill get used to it slowly. But yeah, after training I was tired. I showered, blew dry my hair and like went on the internet for awhile and I decided to sleep.

15th

So I woke up a t 1030 as usual and like ate breakfast/lunch and when i came back home it was 1230 and he replied he ate lunch/breakfast too and so like Bryan is asleep now.

Anyways, he sent me “dont doubt me” after seeing my tweet,  I cried, and I was like just really touched, cuz with that small phrase he said it makes me have so much faith and trust in him immediately. yes, this is exactly what I want. you telling me things, give me validation, every single time. I’m so sorry you have to date such a difficult girl.

Anyways, there was an update, but nothing much happened, so I’m pretty pleased and happy. I’m starting to get impatient cuz I really want something to happen, but if it does, that means it’s bad news and I don’t want that. so I should be glad :)))

CPES test next Tuesday I should get on with studying soon. I’m craving chocolates and its been really long since I ate chocs and I hope I can eat one bar soon :’)

ANYWAYS THIS IS IMPORTANT.

OH YA AND I WANT TO GO WILD WILD WET WITH BRYAN BY AUGUST 31ST. TIME TO SAVE MONEY CANDICE. AND YES CANDICE, ITS TIME TO BUY CONTACTS. YOUR CONTACTS RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

-SAVE $13 FOR WILD WILD WET (ITS $26 BUT I GOT 1 FOR 1 VOUCHER)

-SAVE $12 FRO 2 PAIR OR LUXURY BABE LENS.

- SAVE $40 TO PAY BRIAN SIR FOR PA

- SAVE $10 TO RETURN TO BRYAN BBY