I would still be proud of her if this was exactly what happened, because fuck that guy, but that’s not even how things went down. This creep was taking a picture of her, she approached him to confront him about it, and HER OWN security team kind of escorted her away from him. Then the club management came up to him and told him to delete the pictures, so HE left. Like, this is in his own words, because for some reason he thinks this story makes the young woman being photographed without her consent look bad.
In conclusion, the media needs to leave Malia the fuck alone. She’s taking a gap year before going to fucking Harvard, she can party as hard as she damn well pleases.
I hope all the trump supporters saying leave kids out of it are supporting her right now.
I mean they’re not but they need to shut up more.
Producer: Chris!
Chrises: Yeah?
Producer: Uh, the muscular one!
Chrises: …Dude
Producer: Fine, the one playing Peter!
Tom Holland: What?
Producer: NO DANG IT, NOT YOU TOM!
Tom Hiddleston: *crying* What did I do?
Producer: N-no Tom, it’s ok, you didn’t do anything, I didn’t mean to-
Chris Hemsworth: HOW DARE YOU HURT MY BROTHER’S FEELINGS
Producer: I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR
Chris Evans: LANGUAGE!
RDJ: *eating popcorn in the background and filming the whole debacle*
“you can’t be tired,” chortles a middle aged family friend, “you’re young!”
“really??” I exclaim. I had no idea. my exhaustion lifts off my shoulders, the bags under my eyes disappear. I no longer need sleep, due to my invigorating youth. I Am Free.
Imagine Loki has been banished to live alone in a forest for five hundred years for crimes committed on Asgard. This isn’t just any forest he’s been banished to, however, it’s yours. One you claimed long ago and he’s come ‘uninvited.’ You try to make him leave with a series of misfortunes as he tries to set up residence, but he doesn’t get the hint. Angered by his endless persistence, you begin observing him, managing the mysterious ability to do so without him being aware. Or so you thought….
Wait… does he shower beneath the waterfall? Now there’s a thought… I’d love to observe that.
And now I have that image in my mind…
He takes his armor off slowly, meticulously stacking it over a boulder to keep it dry. Then he pulls the tunic over, revealing a musculature so defined that it takes your breath away. He looks like a carved marble statue and you want to run your fingers over each of his sinews.
And when he removes the lower part of his clothing, you gasp in awe. Your mouth waters and you feel your body react in a wanton manner. He tilts his head slightly, as if he heard you. You keep quiet as a mouse then, not wanting to attract his attention and be discovered in the process. That would put an end to your ogling!
Then he steps into the waterfall, the water cascading down his lithe but powerful form, caressing the muscles you want to lick and suck and hold. You suddenly feel so jealous of the water!
He washes his hair with a bunch of mashed herbs he had collected earlier. You know these herbs and hence, you know how enchanting his hair would smell now. It adds another layer to your frustration.
Who was this man? Why was he here? Was he sent here for the sole purpose of tormenting you?
Your mind races with these questions as you watch him wash himself.
And then… he focuses on the gift that hangs between his legs. His hand grabs it and washes it thoroughly. But it doesn’t stop there. He keeps running his long, elegant fingers over his length, with a deliberate tugging action that speaks of desire.
His eyes flutter close and his mouth opens in a groan. You know what he is doing… a cure for meeting one’s desire in loneliness. Oh but he doesn’t know that he isn’t alone. You are right here, the rightful owner of this forest he was roaming so freely.
You wonder if you have the rights to him as well, now that he is in the forest itself. Perhaps you ought to stake a claim…
He keeps pleasuring himself slowly, thrusting into his own hand, his closed eyes perhaps imagining something more colourful than his present surroundings. It was too much to bear…
So you take a risk and step into the water’s spray, sparsely dressed yourself. And in a bold move, you make a grab for that treasure between his legs.
His eyes snap open the moment you grasp the silken length. They are the same verdant green of your forest.
“I own the forest you have lain claim to so audaciously,” you say, your voice trembling slightly as you boldly rub and down his hardness.
“So are you laying a claim on me now?” he asks, his voice rich and gravelly, smooth and rough, all at the same time. It’s the most alluring voice you’ve ever heard.
He doesn’t stop you as you step closer and squeeze his head, quite overtly enjoying your attentions.
“Perhaps I am. Are you going to challenge me?”
Your pleasuring hands bring him to climax. He spurts his seed and grunts, thrusting into your hold till it all spills out. But surprisingly, he doesn’t soften…
And then, in a sudden move, he grabs you and pins you to the inner walls of the waterfall. You gasp in surprise, but it gets muffled by his descending mouth on yours.
He breaks the kiss just as he lifts your leg up to line his arousal to your wet and throbbing flesh.
“Or maybe,” he says, thrusting into you till he buries himself fully, “it’s too late to lay a claim on me, for you’re mine now.”
You can only moan in approval as he takes you with nearly endless passion, putting an end to your quest for ownership.
There’s a difference between parents who want you to be happy, and parents who want you to look happy.
If your parents want you to be happy, they will be there for you when you need them, and help you with your struggles. They’ll take your pain seriously. They wont make fun of your problems when that hurts you. They’ll point out your good sides. They’ll let you know they hold you valuable and important no matter what the rest of the world says about you. They’ll make sure you know they’re on your side, here to protect and get you out of trouble, that if something happens you have backup, you have a safety to fall back on. They’ll make sure you have a place you belong to, place where you’re welcome and wanted. They’ll be a source of comfort, warmth and support.
If your parents want you to look happy, they’ll demand that you stuff down your emotions and play an act of a child who doesn’t need anything or anyone, who is just fine the way things are, no matter how bad things are for you. They’ll dictate what you’re allowed to think of them and how you’re supposed to react on anything and everything they do. They’ll demand you hide your pain, your symptoms, your anger, your fear, anything that makes them look like less than perfect parents has to go. They’ll let you know that they are important, you aren’t. Their emotions and needs and desires are important, yours aren’t. Their pain has to be paid back, yours has to be ignored and forgotten. Your life falls back on what is and isn’t convenient to them, every part of you is judged only by how much use they can have of it. And of course, they’ll tell you they did it all for your sake, because if they didn’t, who knows how awful you would turn out.
If they say they want you to be happy, but their actions tell you that you need to look happy “or else”, they’re abusive parents, and they do not care about your happiness.
Listen y’all, being anti-racist is not like a one time “I saw the light and I’ll never be racist again” deal, racism is something that has to be actively and constantly unlearned. Every day you have to challenge your thinking.
I like how someone said it before. It’s like taking a shower… just because you took one yesterday doesn’t mean you don’t need another one today.
So, from what I can gather, a bunch of rich kids saw dogs without collars and immediately started talking about FERAL BEASTS WITH UNQUENCHABLE THIRST FOR HUMAN BLOOD!!!! so, that’s fun.
However, there IS a serious overpopulation of dogs and cats on the island and HERE IS A SITE WHERE YOU CAN ADOPT SOME DOGS!!!! dw they accept out of country adoptions if u do adopt pls name them Fyre Festival as proof that good things can come from hilariously awful circumstances.
It’s been three years since DashCon and Fyre Fest has happened. Meaning that in accordance to the Rule of Three, in another three years, a third and final gathering catastrophe will occur with its own symbol joining the ball pit and concierge stand to create an ungodly trifecta.
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