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Desi Gays Assemble!
Desi Gays! I need your expertise!
I am desperately craving for a crossover between Kartik/Aman, Romil/Jugal and Umang Singh.
Think about it....
Sassy, Chaotic!Kartik
Adorable but done with Kartik!Aman
Hot and in love!Romil and
Soft!Jugal,
More than anything my precious precious baby!Umang....
I would sell my soul for this honestly!
Honestly!!!! Can someone please do this for me and for the fandom!!!!!!
I’m sure at one point Peter would have been expecting a Wedding before Infinity War and Endgame happened.. (Seems he was mislead just like Tom was during the filming days! haha.) Peter thought his Parker Luck would give him a break for a second but…. guess not. No father figures for you. (Also on Instagram)
IT STARTED SO WELL, YOU MONSTER
Why would you!!! 😭😭😭😭 I was sooo happy for the first 10 seconds and then the waterworks start....
If you have a child and they are creeped out by a nephew or older brother touching them or looking at them a certain way, you need to have a serious talk with that person and keep them the hell away from your child. Don’t minimize it or tell your kid to hug them anyway, that kid is picking up danger signals they don’t even understand yet. But so many families will tell that kid they are being a brat.
thankyou
A quick note- this applies to female relatives as well. One of my aunts ignores my little brother’s requests not to hug or kiss him (he has aspergers and doesn’t like physical contact with people he is not very close with). I have repeatedly placed myself between the two of them and had to tell her to back off and stop trying to “desensitize” him. Whether or not there are “danger signals,” it is not okay for adults to invalidate a child or teen’s request for boundaries. We need to teach children now, when they are young, that they can say no to these things and that other people can too.
And this applies even if the relative isn’t giving bad vibes. Just in general teach your kids that they don’t have to have any physical contact for someone else’s sake if they don’t want to.
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This is so important to acknowledge!!!
Idea:
Medusa wasn’t Cursed with Snake Hair and Scales.
She Already had Snake Hair and Scales and was still the hottest lady the Gods have ever seen.
To be fair Medusa is supposedly one of the three Gorgon sisters, so it makes sense that there would be a family resemblance
Yeah that’s why I had to post this
I’ve read too many stories where it’s like “she’s a Gorgon” then near the end of the story they say “she was cursed with snake hair and features”
And I’m just like “…Wait.”
I think the only thing she was truly cursed with were the eyes that turn people to stone
someone draw beautiful medusa with scales and snake hair before being cursed p le a s e
I already had a little idea in my head so…
The men yell, “she’s a monster! She should be hunted down and killed”. They’ve said it before, they’ve tried it before. She steals women and devours them, the men yell. “She comes in the night and takes women away when they’re on a half-awake wander to the chamber pot or a drink of water. She steals them away to her lair and devours them whole. Why else do women not return?”
The women whisper, “she’s a savior. She should be sought for sanctuary and love.” They whisper it around the well whenever they see the shadows of a bruise on their friends’ bodies. Whenever someone who once was vivacious and bright is now dull and flinches from friendly touches. “Go in the night,” they say, “when he’s so drunk he sleeps heavily. Take only what he won’t notice is missing. Don’t worry about clothes or food, she will provide. You will be cared for. Why would you want to return?”
She says, “welcome home. You will be safe here,” with a soft smile and softer eyes. The snakes that curl around her head are more colors than you’ve ever seen in your life. She tilts her head as she takes in your bundle of precious items, the bruises on your arm, your face, around your neck. A cloud passes over her face and the sun, and you see the snakes are black. The look passes, the cloud moves away, the sun strikes the snakes again and they’re a shifting array of colors again. “Come, meet your sisters,” she says, gesturing as she turns and you look to see dozens of women coming out of the cave, smiling and happy. The group comes forward, splitting to either side of you, leaving a path to the cave and a path behind you leading back. “Welcome, you’re safe.” You step forward, peace settling into your heart. You will never return.
I love these stories about Medusa that go against the common myths
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The men at the drinking party sat around laughing at the younger man. “You mean to tell us that a woman was beating her husband? Ha! What a jokester you are.”
“You are probably just too embarrassed to admit you got that black eye from doing something stupid.”
“Besides even if you were telling the truth, just be a man and fight back! Or have you no guts at all? We all know your wife is a spitfire but she is still a woman, and you are a man.”
The young man was used to these responses from the older men of the village, to the point that his heart was turned to stone from it. His wife, whom he had been arranged to marry, was not like most of the other women he had met in his life. She was cruel and truly wicked and often drunk. She took advantage of the young man’s youth and lack of experience. Even if the people thought that she was a weak woman, she knew that she was stronger than her young husband, who had less strength than a hungry dog. And of course, no one would believe that a woman could overpower a young man like that.
On this day however, the young man decided to take a chance. He approached the well where he had often seen one woman in particular talking to the women who had vanished only a day or two before then, and she was there today.
“Excuse me. I have a quick question for you.”
The woman, who was just pulling her bucket out of the well turned to him somewhat surprised. “Yes?”
“Is…is it true…what the women whisper about the Gorgon in the woods…that…she helps women whose husbands beat them?”
The woman seemed suspicious of him at first, “Where did you hear that?”
“I just…” the man looked around nervously before removing the bandages from his face to show her his purple-ringed eye and swollen lip.
The woman hesitated before repeating the words she often did to many others, “ Go in the night,” she said, “when he-…she is so drunk he sleeps heavily. Take only what she won’t notice is missing. Don’t worry about clothes or food, she will provide. You will be cared for. Why would you want to return?”
Before the young man could even thank her, his wife stormed up behind him, “What are you doing talking to another woman!?”
The young man hesitated before the woman at the well said, “He saw me struggling with my bucket and came to help me. Nothing more.”
“I see.” his wife grumbled, clearly still skeptical.
A few nights later, the young man fled. He was quiet and stealthy, until he got to the forest, where he quickly pushed forward into a sprint. He ran and ran, doing his best to remember the directions to the place that promised safety.
Once at last he came across the cave, he stood panting at its mouth before taking his first steps in. He soon found himself in a big lit chamber, women whom he had recognized as from his same village sat around. Some drinking and eating, others playing games, others braiding each other’s hair. But when he entered, they all looked up at him, some in surprise, others in shock, or fear.
“What is a man doing here?” they whispered, “Has the village sent a mercenary after Medusa?” “Are we no longer safe here?” the whispers grew into an almost deafening cacophony of the same hopelessness he felt back in the village. Surely, he thought, these women who are fearful of their husbands would not want to welcome a man among them. Perhaps I should have stayed at home, and let them be.
However, when he turned to leave, he found himself face to face with the gorgon woman. Her eyes seemed to pierce deep into his very soul, as if to weed through the annals of his true self.
His mind raced, trying to think of what to say to defend himself against this protector of women, to justify his entrance into this blessed sanctuary for the broken and beaten. But before he could part his lips, she spoke.
“Fear not my sisters. Look upon the wounds on his face. He too has come hear for safety from violence. Look into his eyes. He is afraid and hurt, as many of you were when you first came to me. Young man, you are welcome here, for this is a place of safety from cruelty. I know all too well that the hardships of life do not discriminate those of whom they strike against. Come, to your new home, and meet your sisters. Come and be safe.”
She gently took his bundles and began to carry them away, and when she looked back at him to see if he was following, he felt her eyes peer deep inside him, and begin to shed away the stone that had encased his heart.
(I hope you like this addition because male abuse victims also need happy endings.)
Oh my gosh…
This is such a beautiful and tearjerking addition
Thank you
Okay hi!!! This is such a lovely and wholesome concept and I'm in love with it!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤
Queer, gay, lesbian, transgender and bisexual Muslims exist too. They battle homophobia, transphobia AND Islamophobia everyday. Please don’t erase them. (Photos not mine)
honestly can we send some good vibes to hijab-wearing trans masculine people?
can we send some good vibes to hijab-wearing trans feminine people?
can we send some good vibes to hijab-wearing non-binary people?
can we send some good vibes to hijab-wearing trans people?
To all the LGBTAQ+ Muslims, you are not dirty. You are not a walking contradiction. You are beautiful and incredible. I want all my Muslim brothers, sisters and friends to know this that Allah has created you the way you are, and you are a child of his.
He loves you for who you are and what you do. You are a perfectly valid human and deserve every bit of happiness this world has to offer. This year we celebrate Eid-ul-fiter in the month of Pride to acknowledge our existence and embrace our identity.
Non Muslims are highly encouraged to reblog this post.
Islamophobic people, terfs, Nazis, Trump supporters and any lgbtaq+ phobic people DO NOT INTERACT.
Please share this! I can’t stress how important this is.
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Regarding Step 2: If someone notices you “look pregnant,” and ask about it: TELL THEM YOU ARE NOT.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I just put on a few pounds. Holiday snacks, you know.”
“Of course I’m not pregnant. I haven’t missed a period.” (Don’t mention the date of your last period. If pressed, “I don’t remember exactly.”)
“Ugh, really? Nooo! I do not want to look pregnant!”
…and so on. Adjust as appropriate for your communication style. Don’t admit it to anyone. Don’t say that it’s possible. Insist that you are certain you are not pregnant.
This is important information to share friends
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A screenshot of a post on the Pro-Choice Forever Facebook page. It reads:
“I’ve been blowing up my page about this subject but it is important. The Georgia abortion law doesn’t take affect until January 2020. Until then please help spread the word to help women.
First: Only take an at home test. Why? Because of step two:
Second: Don’t tell anyone you’re pregnant!!! That includes any form of texting, talking, social media, ANYTHING! Don’t even tell your best friend.
Third: Go for a camping/fishing/hiking trip. Never tell anyone anything else.
Fourth: Obtain the abortion and DO NOT sign any waivers giving consent for even providers to communicate to other providers, you are safe.
Fifth: Look up HIPAA, your information is federally protected. If the one and only person who knows you had an abortion leaks it THEY will go to prison. Why? Because they violated HIPAA and unless you ignores the other rules, they are the only one who knows.
-from a person who I want to keep anonymous unless they say otherwise.
Thanks yall. Thanks for sharing.”
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Pay for your at-home pregnancy test & any subsequent procedures in cash. If you’re traveling out of state, pay for hotels / car rentals / everything procedure-related in cash. Sight-seeing, tourist attractions, family outings, amusement parks can be paid for via card & kept for proof.
An abortion may cause irregular bleeding for several months. Take precautions, stock up on menstrual products & figure out how to explain the bleeding if you need to.
Do not consent to the transfer of procedure-related medical information to your primary healthcare provider.
Quadruple check how your abortion will appear on any insurance statements/claims.
Do not read the comments on this post. Misogynists are being misogynistic, surprise.
Also, concerts & musical festivals make for great excuses to get out of your state if you don’t have friends/family anywhere else in the US.
Also x2: be aware of the fact that some healthcare providers will conduct pregnancy tests with your urine sample whether you ask them to or not. The result will be charted in your medical record, even if you’re visiting your doctor for a reason unrelated to potential pregnancy.
This is one of the most adorable comics I’ve ever read
I’ve been waiting for this to pop back up on my dashboard.. we are way too hard on ourselves.
“There’s no such thing as bi, YOU’RE GAY.”
Every single bi person and bi supporter reblog this to prove to my brother he’s a fucking dumbass
I'm bi and I would really appreciate if people stop invalidating that...
Also you are valid. I am valid. We are all valid.
Avengers Endgame will premiere in 14 hours so reblog this post to let your followers know that you will NOT be posting from footage of the movie (only from officially released clips) AND that you will be tagging spoilers
Also, if y'all are not aware, there's a blog called evakteket where they recommend fics and if you were looking for a specific fic, you can ask them. And evaksbinder is on hiatus now but you can look through their tag list for recommendations. If you know all this already, just ignore me 😅
Ohhh! I knew about evaksbinder but not the other one!!! Thanks so much!
Also, this was our first ask on the blog so thanks and yay!!!! Sorry for being weird!!!🙈🙈🙈
Hey!!! For the ask.... Tony Stark or Percy Jackson... I personally don't know whom to choose between the two!!!💙💙💙
Thanks for playing! ^-^
Oooohhhhmmmhh. *frowns*
I mean. Percy is a precious sassy snarker with self-sacrificing tendencies. Tony is a precious sassy snarker with self-sacrificing tendencies. Both are abused kids and total disasters that I love.
This is very mean of you, fyi. *pouts*
But I guess… I mean… Tony? Yeah. I think I love Tony Stark more.
Make Me Choose
See!!! That's exactly why I can't figure out because they are both precious and Iove them!!!
Also... You are soooo cute!!!
I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.
Just woke up from a three hour nap, in this drunken haze of laziness I am the most truthful I can ever be. *Surprise me*
Ask me things!
Eh sure, why not. Humour me
I mean, sure, why not
This sounds like fun!
This could be fun! Let's see how it turns out....
Fanfic Review of Hard Knocks (Skam Norway) by DiscoNight
Fanfic Name: Hard Knocks (AO3);
Author Name: DiscoNight(AO3);
Fanfic Details
Fandom: Skam (TV)
Pairing: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen
Characters: Isak Valtersen, Even Bech Næsheim, Jonas Noah Vasquez, Magnus Fossbakken, Mahdi Disi, Eskild Tryggvason, Eva Kviig Mohn, Vilde Hellerud Lien, Noora Amalie Sætre, Sana Bakkoush, Chris Berg.
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Non-Consensual Kissing, Bullying, Gaslighting, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Depression, Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending
The first time I read this story, I fell in love with it. And that was around 2 years back when I was still new to the Skam fandom. Very recently, I’ve expanded my horizon from the OG Skam to Skam France and Skam Italia and I was hit with a sense of nostalgia and really missed this story. And with it came this necessity to read it again. I searched and searched for months and then finally found it. And finally I was able to indulge myself in the angst provided by this story. The need for that? It was majorly because it made me realise that one person’s problem and its intensity doesn’t define how much it affects them and hence we should be kind to everyone. Like Noora says, everyone is going through some battle that we are not aware of and for that everyone should be treated kindly.
The friendships are a bit problematic in this story, and made me soooo mad at theem, but I looove how soft Even is with Isak and I couldn’t help faling in love with the story. This being said It is necessary that I mention that the friendships are massively striking and feel them to be similar to my relationships in reality.
This story tells us that, even best friends are capable of making mistakes and not realising when something is wrong. This is something we see often in the canon as well… And it is necessary that we give our friends and those who care about us the benefit of doubt to understand and help us out. Made me realise maybe I should have given my friends a benefit of doubt to help me out if and when it was necessary. Things would have been so much more better.
Anyhow, I recommend as many of you to read this as would be interested because it is just a story that made me feel good and miserable at the same time. I really like stories that have vulnerable Isak, because him and Sana are the people I relate to the most and when I feel down I tend to search for stories where they feel the same. And this story has helped me. More than I could explain. So, thank you to the author for writing it. Hugely appreciate it and love it.
Also, if any if you have any story of this sort, I would love to read it.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
PLEASE reblog this.
re-blog if you're accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything
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Would love to answer or just talk!!!
