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I'm sweet and nice and stuff. And some guys are into that. But then its unwanted attention and then I get all fierce and then somehow that just adds to their attraction?? How?

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This is a good time to remind everyone to swap from Apple to Android the next time they have the means and need to get a new phone

Android phones are almost universally...

Cheaper

More durable

More customizable

Faster & more reliable

Less likely to remove perfectly workable features just because they are "old"

Better for pirating media

Y'all have got to stop enabling Apple's insistence on being a fashion brand rather than providing electronics that respect your autonomy and decision making powers.

Next time you have a choice in the matter, go Android. One minute of being able to actually browse your file architecture without jumping through proprietary bullshit and you'll be hooked, I promise.

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Sleeping with a blanket hog who is also a snuggler is hard because its hot and then, its HOT.

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How can you love someone but want someone else just because life seems to get a little hard?

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Well now I know I will never be over Big Time Rush. Thank you, #2020Wrapped

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Unarmed Black Man With Hands Up Shot By Police.

Charles Kinsey, 47, a behavior therapist from South Florida was shot in the leg three times by the police in North Miami while laying on the ground with his arms up and trying to help his patient with autism who had run away from a group home.

It all started when someone called 911 and said there was a man walking around with a gun. However it was Kinsey’s patient who was sitting on the ground cross-legged, playing with a toy truck.

Charles got shot by police despite telling them he was only trying to help his patient.

The police shot him, handcuffed him and left him on ground bleeding.

North Miami police have not released much information at all. They haven’t released the officer’s name, they haven’t given us an update on the investigation. However, they did say that the state attorney is now a part of this investigation.

#CharlesKinsey   #BlackLivesMatter 

#StopPoliceBrutality   #NorthMiamiPoliceDepartment

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also this needs to be said, but if you’re nonblack and you are co-opting off of the blm movement but you are shit to black people in real life, fandom, online, etc., then you are still anti-black. i say this in light of the fact that there are some people who have histories of ignoring black people and being anti-black, but when it comes to making themselves look like they care and good people, they’ll re-share hashtags, protest, posts stuff, boost voices of black activists, and that’s good and all. but if in your current life/situation you invalidate racism black people face in their lives (whether it be irl, fandom, social media, ETC.), or go out of your way to ignore or make their lives difficult, then you are still antiblack and your activism is  performative. black lives matter and that includes respecting black people who call out your racism. if you’ve ever partaken in invalidating or ignoring a black person’s claim or accusations of racism, and you haven’t made amends or you’ve been called out for racism by a black person, or invalidated a black persons experience of racism (again, irl, social media, fandom, etc.) then you are still antiblack and you need to start working on dismanlting racism and anti-blackness with yourself before you try to co-opt on the tragedy of black people.

like all that activism means absolutely NOTHING if you mistreat black people in your everyday lives. 

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Do non-americans realize that the United States is literally just a bunch of countries in a trench coat that agreed to be semi-nice to each other in order to sneak into the Big Boy Club? Because let’s be honest that’s just what the USA is

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not to be negative but someone really spent all that time and energy cutting open a pomegranate and then gave it to a (cute) raccoon?

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Did you come to kill me?

No, I thought of what you’d hate the most. I hate you. You’re too full of yourself.

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My bro : I want to watch a movie

Me : (*v*) 

_______

Plan A 

Me : Watch this!

Him : No

_______

Plan B

Me all year : Hey watch this, oh watch this, what about THIS, THIS THIS THIS

Him : No

_______

Plan C on going

Me : *putting this at his door*

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We are Dormmates!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SRXPBQ

by Pinkmochi112

’“I can’t believe it! That mullet, after he ignored me like, months, and he have a NERVE to SMILING AT ME!” Lance McClain yelled. As he entered The dorm. Slamming the door shut.

Killua Zoldyck sprawled lazily at couch, hearing the commotion, he know that voice, without glancing up, he spoke, “Good afternoon to you too.” Killua drawled, “ Gon and i friendship is beautiful as ever, thank you for asking,”

Huffing, Lance went sitting beside killua ignoring his complaint, (not enough room!) “Your friendship and gon is forming because, Illumi said and I quote, ‘Killu you shouldn’t be friends with Gon,’ and the next day you befriend gon.”

Killua shrugged, “What can I say, I am a rebel,”

“Right. Doesn’t mean that you wanted to pissed off illumi at all.” Lance deadpan.

Smirking, killua nodded, “Yup, there’s no connection at all.”

☆

(Prompto’s there too)

Also can be read as, Lance, killua, and prom are dormmate/ roommate.

Words: 3310, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Hunter X Hunter, Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Prompto Argentum & Lance & Killua Zoldyck, IF U SQUINT - Relationship, Keith/Lance (Voltron), Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Additional Tags: Featuring: Lance the Drama queen, Killua the tsundere, Prompto the sunshine boi, 3 fave boi in one Au, Hint of canon, Voltron is a movie, Hunter X hunter is a manga, Final fantasy XV is a game, If u squint really hard, klance, Promptis - Freeform, Killugon/Gonkillu, But mostly Lance & Killua & Prompto friendship

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SRXPBQ

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“If you wanna make a relationship work you both gotta try. Because if all the roads went the same direction we’d all be going in circles and never getting to where we are supposed to be.”

- Anonymous

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13. “I didn’t know what to get you.” Thank you & Merry Christmas!

hello and thank you for the prompt! Merry Christmas to you, too! I hope you don’t mind this being a little late haha

(I am working through the other prompts too and they will still be holiday themed 🎄)

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There are a couple things you need to know abut Draco Malfoy: first, he lives in New York as a fashion designer. He shares an office with Amanda, a single woman with too many questions and too good an ear for gossip and, surprisingly—or perhaps not too much so—he is good at his job. Good at drawing out lines and curves and cutting out fabric and matching colors, good at beauty. Good at creating wonders from his bare hands.

Which is an irony, really.

Second, he lives in a flat with his Himalayan rabbit, Bach. Bach is quiet, graceful, enjoys being petted and, unlike certain heathens, classical music. Bach also enjoys rolling himself into the shape of a dough, which Draco enjoys immensely, too.

Third is that Bach has been sick for the past two days.

The fourth is that, perhaps not so surprisingly either, he is dating Harry Potter. From the other side of the world, literally—but still. On some nights he holds this fact close to him like a candle, cupping it carefully in his hands.

Fifth: he hasn’t heard back from Harry since last night.

Draco stares at his phone for a couple more seconds before, shutting it once again, tossing it across his desk. He must have checked it a thousand times already. Yet the message Harry sent him last night still sits squarely at the very bottom.

Of course Bach will be fine. Don’t worry. Love xx

Bach is still very much not fine, thank you very much. What is also not fine is probably his phone. The sixth fact: Draco Malfoy is still not familiar with Muggle technology. He’s checked his phone for everything he could think of—the internet, the battery, turning it off and turning it on again—yet their chat box is still empty save for the messages they exchanged last night.

Draco buries his face into his hands and tries not to scream.

It is snowing, flakes falling silently into the night. The large windows from his office frames the golden fairy lights decorating the shops on the street below, the hubbub of the crowd, hurrying through the New York streets into the subway for their homes.

“Draco?” Amanda leans back on her chair and peers over from her desk. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Draco wipes his face and takes a deep breath. A weary smile. “Too much coffee this morning, is all.”

“Oh. I,” Amanda nods seriously, “am on my sixth cup. Staying late tonight. Do you want to leave early for the holidays? I won’t tell Jeff.”

Draco lets out a deep exhale. He hasn’t been able to concentrate, checking his phone every two minutes. There is no one to go home to, but at least Bach will have company. “Sure, why not. Thank you.”

Amanda salutes him with two fingers to her temple. Draco gathers his stuff, wraps his scarf around his neck, pulls on his coat. Wishes Amanda a merry holiday. His footsteps echo as he walks down the empty corridor; the lift is so quiet he can hear himself breathe. He thinks of his phone and tries not to panic. Of course Harry is fine. Of course everything is fine between them, he doesn’t think he’s said anything wrong—he doesn’t think—

The door opens.

Draco takes another breath and steps out. The lobby is empty; his shoes click on the marble floor. Through the glass doors, there is a figure by the column just down the stairs, outside the building. Draco warily prepares to avoid him. There can be quite a few drunks, the holiday season.

But then he sees the messy hair. The crimson-and-gold striped scarf, peeking from beneath the coat collar.

Draco’s heart stops before it starts racing. He picks up his footsteps, because there is no way—there is no way—yet he cannot be mistaken, can he? He’s seen Harry’s silhouette so many times. His heart pounds in his ears and he is running, running through the last few feet of the lobby and pushing the doors open—

Harry turns, catches his eyes.

Grins.

Draco’s vision blurs. And then he is racing down the stairs, skipping the last two and falling straight into Harry’s arms, a tight embrace. Harry laughs, picks him up and swings him around—stupidly, theatrically, as if they were in an old-fashioned movie, his laughter bright and clear.

“Merlin, I miss you so much.” Harry kisses his cheek—the only place he can get to in this angle—and hugs Draco tighter, cupping his head. “I didn’t know what to get you, so I decided to come here myself. Tada! I’m the gift, get it? I—wait, are you crying? Draco? What happened? Did Bach—?”

Draco shakes his head and burrows his face deeper into Harry’s shoulder, muffling his sobs. Everything wrung tight within him finally unwinding and, tenderly, filling up with warmth instead. Harry tries to ask questions, tries to soothe him—murmuring in his ear, swaying them around. Draco sniffs and pulls away.

“I love you,” he says.

Harry laughs. “I know,” he replies, and wipes Draco’s tear-streaked cheeks with his thumb, cupping his face. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yes. More than.” Draco sniffs again. “I mean, Bach is still sick, so. But he’ll be alright.”

“Of course he will.” Harry kisses him on the mouth. “We’re going to heal him.”

Snow flakes drift and land on Harry’s hair, a thin cap of white. Harry looks foolish like that. But he is Draco’s fool and, Draco supposes, he looks darling when that is the case.