Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
It’s a shame I have to reblog, but please do the same
Summary: Reid and WOC!Reader have to pose as a couple to take down a serial killer. This is the setup/intro chapter.
Content warning: betting (?) and bad writing.
Key: Y/N–your name. Y/L/N–your last name.
Word Count: 1,529.
Can't wait until the next part.
How is this NOT harassment? I have no words..
Something I remember from my Criminal Law classes is that, quite genuinely, looking at someone (occasionally even pointedly not doing so) can constitute assault.
It seems absurd, looking at someone? Where’s the harm, right?
Well, it turns out it’s so that the law has recourse against people who just stand in a public space and start through someone’s living room window. For weeks.
Just randomly chasing somebody, even without intent to actually harm, is legally assault. It’s not harmless, it’s months or even years of therapy and paranoia against ever going outside your home, if you even think your home is still safe.
TLDR: Yes the law has already seen you play “I’m not touching you” and it is already fed up with your BS.
Disgusting.
Warning: I mean it’s smut (18+), language, Sam and Bucky (you’ll see)
Summary: You show Peter a special place and make him feel special (I’ve said it before summaries are NOT my thing).
(I know Peter’s birthday is in August let’s pretend it’s earlier in the summer holidays), Reader knows about Peter being Spider-Man
Word count: 1.6k
Poor old Bucky and Sam.
Summary: You and Peter have been in love with each other since you were kids, but who will admit it first?
Warnings: fluff, sexual sayings
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word count: 1850
“Okay, spill it,” MJ said as soon as she sat in front of you in the cafeteria. Of course you knew exactly what she was talking about, but there was no way you were going to give it up that easily.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, MJ,” you said with a small smile, poking your fork into a fry and chewing the ends off. She rolled her eyes at you with a glare causing you to hold your hands up, feigning innocence, “What?”
“Do not what me, Y/N Y/L/N,” MJ snapped, throwing a grape at your forehead, “You know what I am talking about, but I’ll play along just because you’re my friend. You. Parker. Kiss on cheek. Winking. Staring at each other in math class. Your turn.”
Request: Yes or No
Carl swallowed thickly, watching you grin and help Ian wash the car. Your shirt was clinging onto you thanks to the bucket of water Ian had dumped over your head.
"You're looking at him the same way I look at Ian when his face is bloody, what the fuck is your deal? You like him or something?" Mickey asked, cocking a brow.
"What? Hell no, he's my best friend!" Carl replied, shaking his head. Mickey smirked, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees.
"Right. Hey, (Y/N)! Imma take over, hang out with this dipshit." Mickey called to you. You rolled your eyes at his words but nodded, tossing the rag at him and walking over to Carl. He stood, taking you inside and up to his room. You caught the towel he threw at you, drying your hair.
"We're the same size, right?"
"Maybe, why?" Carl asked, plopping down on his bed. You went through his drawers, finding boxers and some clothes to put on. Carl quickly averted his eyes when you started changing.
"What? Why are you looking away? We're both boys, Carl." You said, laughing softly. Carl looked back at you, relieved to see that you had boxers on. His hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist, tugging the waistband a bit lower down.
"You have a tat?! When the hell were you gonna tell me?!" Carl said, finger tracing over the tattoo. You chuckled, ruffling up his hair and gently pushing him back. You lied down beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
"How come you haven't told me about any girls recently?" You asked, looking at him. Carl turned his head, staring into your (E/C) eyes.
"I don't know.." He shrugged, eyes trailing down your neck and resting on your chain. Carl propped himself up on his elbow, facing you.
"What about you?" He asked, finger running over your cold bare stomach.
"What about me?"
"Any guys in your life?" Carl glanced at your face.
"Yeah." You grinned. Carl frowned, jealousy stabbing his heart.
"Who?"
"Well, there's Mickey, Ian, you-" Carl grinned, pinching you.
"I meant romantically, asshole." You raised your hand, fingers tangling in his hair before you pulled him down and kissed him. A muffled yelp left him. It took a minute for Carl to react so you pulled back.
"Damn, I thought you said you were a good kisser. That was shit." You laughed. Carl scoffed, climbing ontop of you.
"Yeah, right." He leaned down, locking lips with you again.
"Hey, dipshits- Oh, fuck that!" Mickey quickly closed the door. You snorted, glancing down at Carl. He kept his head against your chest, not caring if his brother's boyfriend saw him naked. Carl grunted softly, leaning up and burying his face in your neck. He mumbled something against your skin but it came out muffled.
"What?" You asked. He mumbled again.
"Carl, speak the fuck up, I can't hear you."
"I love you, shithead." Carl said louder before attaching his lips to your neck. You cooed, feeling Carl's cheeks heat up.
"I love you too, dumbass." Carl suddenly lifted his head.
"Seriously?" He asked, sitting up and staring down at you.
"Like, no joke? You really like me?" He asked. You smiled, nodding.
"Does that mean you're my boyfriend now? Or do I have to take you on a date and shit?" Carl asked. You propped yourself up on your elbows.
"Give me a kiss and I'll think about it." Carl did so with no hesitation, giving you passion and love filled kiss that quickly turned into a makeout session.
"Do you two want dinner or not? Cause you can starve for all I care!" You pulled back and laughed at Mickey's voice.
request(s): Could I request a Carl Ghallager x reader fluff where Carl is mean to everyone but her?
please don’t plagiarize my work!
word count: 1,026
“Hey Y.N.”
You pause in your step, your head slowly turning to the left to find both Fiona and Lip facing you with grins. Lip is say at the island while Fiona stands before him. It seems like before you basically just ran in, they had been conversing with one another.
Feeling your cheeks warm slightly from embarrassment - you really needed to learn how knock - you raise you hand and offer a short wave. “Hey,” you say slowly, offering a small, sheepish smile. “Carl upstairs?”
Smirking at one another, Lip and Fiona nod before the latter replies; “yup.”
Desperate to be away from this awkward and tense conversation, you quickly nod, mumbling a short thank you before turning and hastily making way your way up the stairs. It doesn’t take you long to reach the top of the stairs, and even short to reach Carl’s room as you turn the corner and knock rapidly. You don’t receive a reply right away, and a moment of silence later, you’re raising your hand once again and knocking.
“What!” You hear Carl shout from behind the door, his voice slightly muffled. He sounds tired, alluding to the fact that he’d been asleep before you came pounding on his bedroom door.
“Carl,” you call, your voice sweet. “It’s Y/N.”
Once again, you hear no reply, instead, footsteps follow before the door swings open before you. You look up at Carl as he appears before you, offering a small grin as you walk into his room and past him. Carl shuts his door behind him, before turning to you. “Sorry,” he says quietly, and when you turn back to him, he’s looking down at the ground, almost ashamed. “I didn’t mean to yell. I thought you were-”
“It’s fine,” you cut off gently, shrugging your shoulders. “It seems like you were asleep. It was rude of me to come banging on your door.”
Carl nods slowly, making his way over to Ian’s bed and taking a seat. You watch him do so, instantly grinning when, situated, Carl pats the spot next to him, signalling you to take a seat next to him as well. Of course, you waste no time doing so, sitting so your shoulders are just touching as Carl runs a hand through his hair. “So,” he speaks up, “what’s up?”
Biting your lip, you feel your cheeks warm slightly as you glance down at your lap. “Well,” you mumble, tucking your chin into your neck, “it’s kind of embarrassing…”
Bumping your shoulder lightly, Carl scoffs; “Y/N, how long have I known you? You have nothing to be embarrassed about, especially not around me.”
Those words were true, and you knew that Carl would never outright make fun of you. But you can’t help but feel your chest twist in nervousness, and hesitation flood you as you debate over your words. After a moment of doing so, and realizing you weren’t getting anywhere, you decided to just say it, damn the consequences.
So, raising your head, you meet Carl’s gaze, letting out a shaky breath. “I want you to teach me how to kiss.”
It takes Carl a moment to process what you’ve said. The moment he does, all he can manage to say is; “what?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me,” you half-heartedly glare. “I know you’ve kissed other girls plenty of times. So, now I need you to teach me how to kiss.”
“Why?”
“Because,” you start, turning your head the other way. “I’ve got a date tonight. And if he wants to kiss, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
You miss the way Carl’s shoulders fall and the frown that mares his lips as he lets out a dejected; “oh.”
Oblivious to his disappointment, you turn your head back to him; “so,” you press, “will you help me?”
Carl is silent for a moment, before he slowly nods. A bright smile grows on your lips at his acceptance, shuffling slightly in your seat so your turned towards Carl. He raises his hands in response to your actions, tucking one at the back of your neck, to pull you closer, while the other rests comfortably on your thigh. His touch sends shivers down your spine as Carl and you have never been this close or intimate with one another before.
It feels foreign, but right.
It quickens your heart beat, and you can practically feel it pounding against your chest as Carl leans closer.
“You have to relax,” he whispers. “If you’re too tense, it’s not going to be enjoyable.”
You nod, never taking your eyes off of his. “How do I do the actual kissing though? I figured we’d have to be close, but like, how do I press my lips against yours?” Your cheeks warm once again, this time ten times worse, as you blink, trying to keep yourself calm.
“That just comes naturally,” Carl shrugs, “you’ll know what I mean.”
Then, before you’re even able to process what’s happening. Carl is leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own. Opposite to his words, you feel yourself immediately tense as he does so, immediately remaining routed on the spot, not returning or really doing anything. Then, as seconds pass, you feel yourself ease into the kiss, raising your hands and running them through Carl’s hair like you’ve always wanted to do.
You mold your body against his, finally returning the kiss.
Somewhere in your mind, you realize that this is more than Carl just teaching you how to kiss. If it’d been that, the two of you would’ve stopped kissing by now. But you don’t want to, kissing Carl feels amazing.
When you finally pull back, in need of breath, you and Carl are both flushed and you’re panting slightly, but your hands remain on one another. For a moment, neither of you do anything, then, Carl speaks; “don’t go on that date.”
Your mind is slow to process after what’s just happened. “What?”
“Don’t go on that date,” he repeats, more sternly. “Because i’m taking you out on one.”
You blink, lips parting. “You are?”
Grinning slightly, Carl nods, cupping your cheek. “I am.”
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So cute
As a college student, currently really hungry with nothing to eat, I understand how hard it can be to get food. Sometimes you really just don’t have the money to eat and when you do, you waste it all on fast food instead of stocking up on cheap things because you’re so tired of Ramen Noodes and canned food you could barf. So, I’ve composed a list of recipes and resources that will fit a college kid’s budget and appetite. Don’t go hungry! <3
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Reblogging because lord knows college kids aren’t the only ones that are broke.
Reblogging because “broke” tips also convey extremely well to Survival tips.
Learn to make something outta nothing.
Reblogging for reference because I suspect I might be broker now than I was in university.
Because it might be helpful for spoonies on a budget!
Until I dreamt it last night I never realized I wanted to be best friends with Shawn Mendes.
hey since louis tomlinson admitted that larries made him and harry’s friendship fall apart and dan howell said phannies digging into his relationship w phil made him experience ptsd symptoms and brought him to a terrible place, can u all stop w the shipping bullshit now
psa: shipping real people is not only harmful to their mental state, but also harmful to their personal relationships, and writing sexually explicit fanfiction about people that exist in real life is creepy as well, and needs to stop. celebrities do not exist for your fetishization of them, and we need to start realizing that. you would not be comfortable if someone wrote a sexually explicit story about you, so why would a celebrity be comfortable with it? just because they’re famous does not mean you’re allowed to sexualize them and violate their privacy.
I agree with this. Shipping real people can be so toxic and I feel like it blurs the line of reality versus fiction between actors and their characters.
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If this isn't true.
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how to draw arms ? ?
holy fuck
holy fuck is right… but… does it work with legs???
yes !!
but how much extend
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My friends were complaining that the ending of TUA makes ‘no sense’ because Vanya suddenly ‘turned evil’ even though she had been nice in all the previous episodes. I feel like Vanya’s arc actually makes sense if you look at her behavior in the previous episodes, especially the ones I’m about to list.. Without further ado, here’s a long ass rant that literally nobody asked for.
I totally agree with this.
1. Please don’t write them as “Jewish in name only.” For one thing, that essentially takes away representation, which is hurtful, and for another, trying to prevent assimilation is a really big thing in the Jewish community. The characters’ parents died when they were kids? Write them as having been raised by other Jews (eg family members). Honestly, doing otherwise is a cop out. For centuries, people who hated us have wanted us to leave our Jewishness behind and fully assimilate. You are inadvertently tying into that when you do write the characters as “Jewish in name only.”
2. Consider writing them as at least somewhat religious. Of course, there are certainly secular Jews in real life, but there are hardly any religious Jews in media and it gets tiring. There would absolutely be practicing Jewish wizards regardless of whether Harry is religious; if we can keep our traditions despite progroms, the Holocaust, forced assimilation, and the American melting pot, being wizards won’t faze us. There are religious Jews who participate in many cultures and subcultures around the world. That there are no explicitly religious characters in Harry Potter is more of a function of Harry’s inability to notice these things (and JKR’s struggle with portrayals of minority groups) than an indication that there are no religious wizards.
3. Even if they’re not religious, please write them as being at least culturally Jewish. What I mean is, have them participate in Jewish culture. They celebrate Chanukah, for instance (if Harry celebrates Christmas, the Goldsteins can celebrate Chanukah, even if they’re secular). They know some Yiddish words. You don’t necessarily have to write that in, but it should be the background in your head.
4. Don’t have them celebrating Christmas, unless they’re doing it solely for the benefit of Christian or culturally-Christian friends. Cultural Christians tend to see Christmas as secular and universal, but for us, it’s not. I don’t know any Jews who celebrate Christmas who aren’t part of interfaith families. This may not seem like a big deal, but it is. Christmas is a major signifier of complete assimilation. When you write Jewish characters celebrating Christmas for themselves, you’re making a much stronger statement than you intend.
5. Consider including positive details. This is not strictly necessary (for fanfic writers, that is; JKR and Stuart Craig should have done it) but it is nice. Positive details are little things that won’t disrupt the flow of the story, but will be recognized by your Jewish readers and will make them happy. Examples can include a reference to candlesticks on a mantelpiece when describing a room, or mentioning that Passover is the reason a character is visiting his sister-in-law but not going into detail about the Seder meal. Here’s an excerpt from a fic I wrote:
It is three years later (but somehow, it feels so much shorter), when Newt finds himself sitting in the afternoon sunlight, Tina by his side (her hands folded in her lap and somehow still breathtaking at the age of 109), looking up at the couple standing in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves twined into the posts of their wedding canopy. His grandson, grown into a handsome and capable young man, and Luna, as ethereal as she was at age twelve but now carrying herself with the maturity of someone who has seen all the horrors the world has to offer and has decided still to view the world with wonder, stand face to face, gently clasping one another’s hands and exuding quiet strength.
They are clearly following the Jewish custom of having a wedding canopy (chuppah), but I do not explicitly mention that it is a Jewish custom, and while it is clearly mentioned, it is not the focus. The advantage to using positive details is twofold; it ensures representation without distracting from the focus of the story, but it also portrays Jewish customs as normal for Jews. When I’m performing a Jewish ritual, it’s just a part of my life – I don’t stop and think about the fact that it’s Jewish, or think it’s at all out of the ordinary.
6. Omit negative details. These are things that would be inappropriate for a culturally or somewhat-religious Jewish character. I can’t speak for anyone else, but they interrupt the flow of the story for me. These are things like having a character eat something blatantly unkosher (pork, shellfish, dairy-and-meat-together). It’s possible that they could be doing this if the character is very secular, but I already addressed that in Point 2 and, if this is the 1920s, plenty of secular Jews actually kept some level of kosher. It’s entirely possible that secular Jewish characters in the 1920s could even have a fully-kosher kitchen. That might seem very strange to you if you are culturally Christian, but Christianity and Judaism are very, very different. The idea you have in your head of “religion” isn’t entirely applicable to Judaism. Keeping kosher has cultural as well as religious significance.
7. Mention major Jewish holidays if your fic takes place on or near them. You don’t need to go into detail, but it would be odd to have, say, a fic during April with not even a single passing mention of Passover. Likewise October and the fall holidays. This can be easily avoided if you simply set the fic at a different time. If you’re not sure when the holidays are, Hebcal is a great resource. Google “hebcal [year]” or “[holiday] [year].”
8. Consider going into more detail. This is not necessary by any means, but it a lovely thing to do and will certainly get you a reblog from @jewish-harrypotter if you let me know about it (fics with a lot of positive details will, too). This is harder because it requires more research, but I’m always available as a resource. I can’t tell you exactly what Jewish life looked like in the early 20th century, but if you’re okay with the fic not adhering to precise historical accuracy I can tell you what Jewish life looks like now (and the most basic aspects of the rituals haven’t really changed much). I also very much recommend My Jewish Learning as a resource. Also, if any Jews reading this are also available as resources, please comment on this post.
9. Listen to Jews. If a Jewish reader points out that something’s off, trust them to know what they’re talking about. If they’re telling you that Christmas is not a universal holiday, don’t tell them it is. No one expects someone who isn’t Jewish to know about Jewish culture or religion, but there’s a difference between not knowing something and rejecting what someone is trying to tell you.
Hope that helped! Thank you for reading! I know writing about a minority you’re not part of is hard, and I appreciate you taking the time to read this to find out how to do it better!
