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I Am Simply Me
I’m Lys, I post and Reblog what I like and love. Nothing more, nothing less. I’ve created this blog to follow and interact with those who I have come to befriend as well as share my obsession with those you are willing to join me. This is also a blog where I post my writing. This blog is NSFW. I will be posting Slash images and fanfics. You have been warned .

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somehowunbroken: Hi! Would you happen to be holding N7?

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.

goblin-king-of-thedas:

catherinechandler:

do you ever look at a ship and think this is it, this is the one, this is the motherducking ship that’s ruined me for good and I will never ever be okay again

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the-real-slim-shady-summers:

Mass Effect fancast (part 1) (part 2)

the-real-slim-shady-summers:

Mass Effect fancast (part 2) (part 1) (part 3)

khirsahle:

meglet1:

I cannot be mean to Tali - reloads for the nth time…

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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

colt-kun:

mydraco:

my deepest fear is that my kids will think that harry potter is a piece of crap

Don’t you dare read Harry Potter to my kids.

Don’t steal that from me.

I want to be the one who takes them to Hogwarts for the first time. I’ll have their letters with green writing dropped in the mailbox for them to find when it’s time to get the post. They’ll find stuffed owls perched on their bed. We’ll build a couch and pillow fort to be our Hogwarts. We’ll make a batch of homemade butterbeer and have chocolate frogs and peppermint toads on hand when we first crack open the book with them. We’ll have them sorted into their house and give them colored scarves. We’ll take them to Universal and buy them their own wand, and watch them perform their first spells.

I will share the Hogwarts of my childhood with my children. I hope they take away the strength that I found in those pages. I want them to know that love, courage, and intelligence can overcome corruption and tyranny.

So don’t you dare read them Harry Potter.

(Source: mydraco)

kestral: do you have c2?

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.

bloodymarynights: Hope you are having tons of fun with the fic hunt so far. Do you have Q5? See you soon!

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.

somehowunbroken: Hi! Would you happen to be holding N6?

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.

lintufriikki:

(◕‿◕✿) flower effect

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bloodymarynights: Hey dear! I'm making a small progress at the hunt, by any chance do you have Q3? Wish you tons of luck at your hunt! See you soon!

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.

len-yan: hello, i'm looking for U4, have you seen it? thanks for your time, have a great day~

Is that a mermaid? O_O No, sorry. That’s just Aquaman swimming off with your fic part. Try not to drown while chasing him please. Lawsuits unwanted.