Let Boys Cry.

people (men especially) who wanted Brie Larson to smile more in the Captain Marvel trailer are obviously afraid of her big dick energy

im so glad captain marvel and brie larson have successfully repelled misogynist male nerds from marvel 

Cold

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Just a lil fluff at the end

Summary: Y/N is a prisoner of the First Order, and when Kylo catches General Hux trying to take advantage of her, he saves her and determines she will become his assistant and share his quarters, rather than send her back to her chamber. She believes he’s cold and merciless, with a short temper that frightens her, but he ends up not being what she expected.

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General Hux was starting to bug you. It was harmless at first, just him being the boy that he is. Sly flirting, trying to get a rise out of you, trying desperately to get you to show some return of his affections, but it escalated slowly to a point where you were no longer able to be indifferent about it. That point was marked when the Supreme Leader saw it happening. 

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If You Believe That There Is Absolutely Nothing Shameful Or Wrong About Being Gay-

REBLOG THIS.

I want to see how tolerant and open-minded our generation really is. 

And prove to my little brother, who is AFRAID that he might be gay, that there’s nothing wrong with him if he is.

not to be r*mantic but all I really want is to hold hands with someone who likes to play with my hair and draw pictures of us together

Tag whats actually tag-able.

Please stop cluttering your friendly MCU or Peaky Blinder or whatever fanfic tag with tags of characters that aren’t the main focus of the imagine. Please? I get that you’re trying to get the most exposure as possible, but it’s cluttering up the tags and making it frustrating as a reader. Maybe that’s my own opinion and I stand by it, but like repeatedly finding a Bucky fic under the Sam Wilson fic 100 times before finding an actual Sam Wilson fic makes me not wanna look at the tag anymore.

Like don’t be tagging t'challa x reader when in reality it’s a Bucky fic. Don’t be tagging Frank Castle when it’s a Billy Russo fic. Don’t be tagging Alfie Solomons when it’s freaking Tommy fic, or a John fic. Not to say you can’t tag the character itself feel. But when it comes to the “(character)imagine” tag or “(character) x reader” tag.

Don’t false advertise. #not cool.

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Reblog to new tags that you think are too cluttered.

❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

“say something. please.”

as promised, here is a lil blurb for @gab-spidey‘s 2k writing celebration! if you don’t follow her, you should def check out her spectacular writing! prompt is in bold and tags are under the cut.

Pins and needles. You squeezed your fist, trying to dispel the feeling still lingering there. Waiting.

The future loomed in front of you. Entirely uncertain. Soon, Peter would be standing before you for the first time in weeks. The first time since the Reaping. The first time since he left your side on that fated field trip to go after the ship in the sky. He had fought aliens. And you were too scared to knock on his door.

Dammit. You were stronger than this. You were braver. Come on.With trembling hands, you reached up, tapping out a hesitant rhythm on the wood. It echoed hollowly through the entryway.

Footsteps. Your heart pounded in time with their scampering. Then, the noise of the deadbolt turning in the lock.

Peter.

He looked paradoxically similar and different. He was still your Peter, gangly and freckled, but his shoulders were imperceptibly tighter, his eyes darker rocks set back farther in his head. He was in front of you and yet far far away at the same time.

You searched for your voice. What should you say to him? Consolations on the fact that you fought a titan on an alien planet? Oh, yeah, and sorry you turned to pile of dust like half the world’s population along with that?

Your eyes were locked with Peter’s like two people watching a car accident, unable to look away though a fiery explosion was imminent. You noticed his fist, clenching white, then relaxing with some effort. Clenching again.

His voice was as shaky as you felt. “Say something. Please.”

You swallowed hard. A thousand words came to your lips; I love you. Never leave me again. You don’t understand what it’s like to have your teenaged boyfriend suddenly in space and then everyone around you dying and turning to dust but I guess you kind of do but not really and now I feel stupid for bringing it up at all and-

“Y/N?”

You blurted out the first thing that came to your lips, “Hey.”

His face softened, and he let out a surprised laugh. “Hey.”

He closed the gap between you, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his back, holding him tight so you could make sure Peter was solidly Peter again, solidly yours, in your arms. His chest rose and fell with every breath, you could hear his heartbeat, you could feel his fingers slowly rubbing over your hair. He was here. He was okay.

“I missed you.” It was a whispered thing.

He pulled away from you, ever slightly, to place a kiss on the top of your head. And though his eyes were harder than before, his shoulders tighter than you remembered, it was still your Peter who looked you in the eyes and whispered back, “I missed you too.”

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If this ain’t me

I hate when people casually discuss superheroes because I’m sitting in the corner with KNOWLEDGE and OPINIONS but I just have to smile and be like “haha yeah I like superman too” so I don’t scare anyone

“young justice season 3 to be pushed back to 2019″

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