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copperbadge:

im sorry about your ovaries ft seb stan and chris evans: a photoset

  

Oh look it’s the trashy club kid/rentboy AU

Steve and Bucky:  The Rentboy Years.

I could not reblog this again, but then I would feel like I’ve somehow betrayed my country. 

What were we saying about sexualizing all the men ever? Here you go. Have this one again.

doonarose

Anonymous asked:

Shut the fuck up about 50 shades of grey. No one fucking cares

winchesterinengland answered:

oh hun

let me just give you a quick run down of all the things wrong with this ask:

1-you assume i care what some asshole anon has to say when i have 300 pounds and i’m going kikass birthday shopping today

2-you assume id care about some asshole anon any other day of the year

3-i care about the 50 shades of grey thing. and whether you do or not is irrelevant to me because you are, after all, just an asshole anon

4- this is my blog and i’ll post whatever the fuck i want, if you cant take three fucking posts about something without turning into a soggy cum stained dishrag then i suggest you make use of that unfollow button because youre gross

5- lemme break this down for you

if you dont care about this 50 shades situation, you need to grow the fuck up and look at the facts

the fact is the book was so misinformed that all the practises about bdsm culture were ignored and shit all over.

he ignores the safeword

he legitimately rapes her

he never explains everything about bdsm culture to her, shes so misinformed its ridiculous

and all of this is going even more public than it already has and its being romanticised and released on valentines day 

like “happy valentines honey! i bought some ropes i dont actually know how to tie and a whip i dont actually know how to use and i’m going to just gloss over the fact you’re uncomfortable because that clearly doesnt matter!”

incorrect use of a whip can cause organ failure

incorrect knots used on wristst or feet can literally cause them to need to be amputated

its perpetuating rape culture in ways ive never seen it be advanced to this leve; and if you dont care then youre truly disgusting 

you dont care about the kids not fully understanding their sexuality being abused by older people who they think are totally allowed to do this shit?

you dont care about the people that will be raped because of this because hey apparently rape is sexy?

you dont care about the fact that the bdsm culture is, once again, being portrayed as people who are fucked up and must have been abused to be that way rather than normal people who enjoy a kink in their own homes?

you dont care about the fact that youre not supposed to bleed on your first time. ever. and now tons more girls are going to think that its completely normal? that tons more guys will? that tons of people are going to think its expected for the female to bleed when SHE WONT IF SHES BEEN SUFFICIENTLY TURNED ON AND STRETCHED ITS REALLY NOT THAT HARD

you dont care about the stereotype of subs not actually enjoying bdsm culture is being widespread? that all subs dislike it and simply have an ulterior motive?

you dont care about the underlying message of the book being “a woman should give everything, including herself, to a man”?

you dont care about all the people in abusive relationships that will think “oh well this must be normal then” and stay there?

christian grey is a run-of-the-mill abusive boyfriend. he isnt a dom. 

a dom loves his/her sub completely and the motto of bdsm is "safe, willing and sane" (or something like that anyone feel free to correct me)

it means that both partners have to be completely willing, with boundaries, safewords and everything worked out before they even think about touching eachother intimately. 

if something is a boundary, you dont fucking do it

that simple

if the safeword is used it stops. everything stops

that simple

a dom should treat his sub like a goddamn princess (unless they have prearranged and understand that he wont eg-pet play, slave play where anything outside of the bedroom is also in the same dynamic HOWEVER IT IS STILL CONSENSUAL SO IT IS STILL OKAY)

a dom is not christian grey

but millions of people are going to think he is and are going to think that thats the way bdsm should be and they’ll get involved in something very dangerous if they dont have the real facts.

that people will think its romantic because this shit is scheduled for valentines day  to treat your partner like shit, abuse her, and that what? getting them off absorbs you of all your shit? no. this is so fucking gross and im not taking a backseat when this shit happens

so in conclusion

literally fuck you, you insensitive fuck stain, this issue is so fucking important.

fictocriss

stopthatimp:

Sam gets Steve one of those little engineering kits for his birthday and Steve is SO EXCITED, it has gears and batteries and he can build a tiny car or a RADIO, and he spends so much time designing it and he’s so pleased when he builds a little car that he can control with a computer, and Sam laughs at him a little but also feels really dumb and mushy when Steve smiles brightly at him and says, “The future’s not so bad.”

yomikoda

Anonymous asked:

fic prompt: sterek childhood friends

devildoll answered:

Oh my God, anon, I am so sorry. I finished this weeks ago (months? I know it was well before my surgery) and forgot to post it. I hope you’re still in the fandom!

Little Dumplings

(Contains: Bullying. Physical altercations. Mention of panic attacks. Little kids being dicks to each other, as they do.)

Stiles loved school, okay? Jackson insisted it wasn’t real school, but Stiles knew better. School was where you went during the day while your parents were at work, and teachers gave you things to do, and you learned stuff, and you made pictures to hang on the refrigerator at home. Stiles definitely went to school.

Jackson was probably just being annoying on purpose anyway, because it was called Little Dumplings Pre-School. It was right there in the name.

And Stiles looked forward to going there every day, because there was always lots of fun stuff to do, and a playground with a swingset and a sandbox, and Miss Blake didn’t get mad at him when he got the fidgets. And he got to spend all day with Scott.

Scott was Stiles’ best friend at school, and also his best friend outside of school, because their parents were friends, too. Scott and Stiles had sleepovers and everything, even though they were only four years old. No one else in their class had had a sleepover yet. Stiles liked to brag about it.

Even if they weren’t mature enough for sleepovers yet, everyone else in class had a best friend, too. Jackson had Danny, Lydia had Allison. Boyd and Erica and Isaac were all best friends together, which was unconventional, but who was Stiles to judge.

They spent their days playing games Miss Blake taught them, and taking naps on their squishy mats, and learning how to write their names and how to count things. Sometimes they argued over toys until Miss Blake reminded them they had to share, and sometimes someone (Jackson) cried over who got a bigger cookie at snack time, but for the most part, they all got along. It was very peaceful and fun.

Until Derek Hale showed up.

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yomikoda

deputyeyebrows:

I know everybody is all aboard the Cocky College Student!Stiles train, but can we talk about Cocky College Student!Derek for a second here?? Where are the fics where Derek is the older guy that sweeps back into town and corrupts nubile Stiles?? Where are the fics where Derek guards his sweet, tender heart with a heavy coating of bad boy?? Where are the fics where Stiles is intrigued by Derek’s gruff but cool exterior??

(And Stiles doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anyone look quite that gorgeous while sucking down a toke, but then again he’s never seen a person take a toke in real life especially not while Stiles was straddling their waist and looking down on them with barely restrained awe. And Derek just sort of smirks at Stiles’ gaping mouth and does a little jerk with his chin that would mean “come here” if he was dealing with anyone that had even a modicum of experience. But he’s not. He’s with Stiles who just cocks his head to the side like the lost little puppy he is. And it makes Derek grin. A wolfish, half terrifying grin. The other half is like a silver lure in murky water. He sits up—which would probably have sent Stiles flying backward if it weren’t for the solid hand just above his belt—joint forgotten somewhere on the bedside table, brings them chest to chest. 

And suddenly Derek’s mouth is ghosting over Stiles’ pulse point, light stubble just grazing there. Stiles is so so quiet, so still. He doesn’t quite know why. They’re skirting a line here, a line he’s never even touched before, a line he desperately wants to cross. It’s like if he moves he’ll break this. Doesn’t even know what ‘this’ is.  And Derek’s mouth…it hesitates for just a second before opening slightly, just enough for Stiles to feel the slick warmth of his tongue press against skin and set his nerves alight. The sensation skitters down his body, pools just in his lower abdomen. His hips rock forward and a little gasp of breath fills the delicate silence. Derek grins against his neck, and Stiles knows that whatever he had been trying not to break, whatever fragile thing he’d been protecting just shattered across the taupe carpet of Derek’s room. He can’t even find it in him to regret it.)