1 follower = egg
10-40 followers = hatchling
50-99 followers = baby dragon
100-349 followers = dragon
350-500 followers = still a dragon
501-799 followers = mega dragon
800- 4,999 followers = super hella dragon
5000+ followers = UNHOLY OFFSPRING OF LIGHTNING AND DEATH
These are the legit numbers.I AM DEATH.
wait… so if someone has more than 5000 followers, then they’re a night fury?!! GUYS QUICK FOLLOW ME SO I CAN BE A NIGHT FURY!!!
okay I usually try to make it a rule to not reblog things to this blog
but exceptions must be made
Your tailor deserves awards.
tHIS IS THE YEAR WOMEN FINALLY SAID “FUCK YOU” TO SEXISM
YOU GO , GIRL.
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That video is literally 3 minutes of sexy dorkiness omg
talk dirty to me
Travolta scoping out his next victim Becfjeslihct Cubiwoisdfch
covered in dirt and blood looking for cas killing vampires and shit with my home-made spear-ax
at the park with my dog found my girlfriend and there was birthday cake
HEY IMPORTANT THING. I just got this email:
BIG NEWS: President Obama just announced that he is taking major action against sexual assault by creating a presidential task force to fight rape on college campuses.1
Having the President on our side is huge at a moment when sexual assault on college campuses has reached an epidemic level. Right now, 1 in 5 women will be assaulted or raped during college.2
For over a year now, the UltraViolet community—that’s you!—has been taking action together to tackle rape culture and stand up for survivors. Together with our allies, we’ve helped bring the epidemic of sexual assault on college campuses into the spotlight and called on the Administration to address it.
That’s why the White House wants to know what solutions YOU want to see. As an advocate who has spoken out for survivors before, your input is valuable. This is a major opportunity to be heard by the President and White House.
Can you take 3 minutes to fill out a short, easy survey about what you think the Presidential Task Force to Protect Students from Sexual Assault should do? We’ll deliver your response to the White House next week.
Presidential commissions have a mixed record—some have faded into historical footnotes, while others have changed the course of our country’s history. For example, President Reagan’s HIV/AIDS task force led to increased funding for drug trials and an end to federal discrimination against those who are HIV-positive.3
We know that searches for solutions to sexual assault and rape can end up victim-blaming instead of holding attackers accountable. It’s why we’re bombarded by media figures that blame alcohol, twerking, and teenage naivete for rape instead of the rapists.4 And just last year, campus after campus—from Yale to USC—was called out for mishandling rape cases.5
When colleges don’t take rape accusations seriously, it discourages survivors from reporting. Only 12% of survivors report the assault, and it’s more often the survivors rather than their attackers who drop out of school.6
A federal task force will create uniform guidelines that colleges should follow to stop sexual assault and punish rapists. Data and research is helpful, but input from citizens who care and know about the problem is critical to finding the right solutions.
Last year, Ultraviolet members spoke out and demanded the Department of Education start holding campuses accountable for failing to uphold Title IX—the federal law that bans sexual discrimination in education, including sexual assault. From Steubenville, Ohio, and Maryville, Missouri, to Yale University, you’ve spoken out time and again to demand justice for survivors who have been swept aside by school authorities, law enforcement, and their communities. Now the President himself is demanding more be done, and he wants to hear from you.
Thanks for speaking out.
—Nita, Shaunna, Kat, Karin, Malinda, Adam, and Gabriela, the UltraViolet team
This is super big!
Share any stories, even from friends or even if you haven’t actually been assaulted. Like I was actually stalked by and sent very vulgar and graphic messages from a male classmate more than twice my age when I was in college, and the school did nothing to protect me other than tell the man to stop talking to me, and it was the third time he’d done that to female classmates. I literally had to have someone chaperone me to and from my car because I was so scared of this guy.
HOLY SHIT, SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENING IN AMERICA!?
SIGNAL BOOST THE SHIT OUT OF THIS.
Please do this. It’s super quick.
(fixed the link, because it was one that was signed in under someone else’s name)
Important enough that I want reblog on here.
This is important.
I asked Siri if I’d ever get married and it consulted the magic conch
Hardest thing to answer: Describe yourself.
i.e. how do i talk about my positives without sounding cocky and negatives without coming across as self depreciating
When Dean calls Benny on his way home from the garage and hears pretty much nothing but yelling on the other end, he puts the pieces together pretty quickly that Benny is having a really shitty day.
“Can’t talk for long, sweetheart,” Benny drawls from the other end when he picks up. “Everythin’ alright?”
“Yeah, everything is awesome,” Dean replies, wincing when he hears the loud clang of a pan being dropped and someone shouting in French in the background. He’s learned enough of the language from pillow talk and pestering Benny to teach him that whoever it is doesn’t give a fuck about something or other. “Want me to make dinner tonight? I know you won’t be home ‘til late, so I figured I could make it and you could heat it up when you get in.”
“Sounds real nice. Listen, I gotta run. Love you.”
Benny’s tone is so stressed and clipped that Dean can’t help but feel sorry, even though he’s got nothing to do with why Benny’s in a bad mood. Being head chef in a high-end restaurant is pretty much all Benny’s wanted out of life since they were kids (besides marrying Dean, but he accomplished that one first), and Dean is happy that all of Benny’s hard work paid off.
Still, the stress is slowly eating away at both of them. Benny comes home every day exhausted and tense as all hell, and Dean can tell working there is wearing Benny down day by day. He really can’t imagine having to go to a job every day where everyone is yelling at each other all the time and coming home to wash off everybody’s bad vibes at three in the morning, but Benny puts up with it the best he can. Dean is pretty sure there’s only so long that can last, he just doesn’t know what he can do to help.
“See you at home,” Dean says, but he’s cut off by the click from the other end that means Benny hung up.
Later that night, Dean can’t seem to shake the secondhand blues no matter what he does. TV doesn’t help, making dinner for one plus Benny later just makes him depressed, and he’s so distracted he almost gets hit by some kid on a bike when he goes for a walk. He really wants to figure out a way to cheer Benny up, to relieve some of the tension after what must’ve been a really crappy night at work.
He’s pushing open the door to the apartment when he gets an idea.
He waits until past midnight to actually do it. The dildo is a little shorter and not quite as thick as Benny’s cock, but it does the job just the same. He starts by filling himself one-by-one with three lube-slicked fingers, adding a fourth as an afterthought because his fingers aren’t as thick as Benny’s, and fucking them in and out until his breath comes in short little bursts. His stiff, aching cock curves against his stomach, precome leaking from the slit and pooling in the dip of his navel.
Benny is so tired by the time he comes home these days, and so unwilling to interrupt a good night’s sleep for Dean, neither of them can deny that their sex life is suffering. It’s nothing like the days when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, made plans around fucking and getting each other off.
He imagines Benny’s big, warm hands on him, and his whispered words of praise as he slides his fingers out and slicks the dildo with lube before pressing the head against his hole. The first push has him trembling, smooth silicone thick and filling him up almost right. God, he wants it to be Benny’s cock in him right now, his thick fingers gripping Dean’s thighs as he stuffs him full. Wants to be held down and ridden hard and fast, or held gently and driven to the edge with every slow thrust. God, does he fucking miss Benny. It’s been almost a week since they’ve done anything beyond some heavy petting while Benny is falling asleep.
He works his free hand up and down the length of his shaft while he fucks himself with the dildo, aching low and deep in his belly with want and need and frustration. Dean completely underestimates how stupidly quick it’ll be, doesn’t fully realize that he’s going to come before he seizes up and his cock shoots wet and sticky over his chest and stomach.
Dean walks to the bathroom on wobbly legs, barely able to resist the temptation to curl up on the bed and fall asleep without cleaning up. This isn’t just for him, after all, this is for Benny too. He wets a washcloth and swipes away the come drying on his skin, gingerly cleans his softening cock, and crawls in to bed with the bottle of lube.
He totally doesn’t mean to, but he falls asleep before Benny comes home. Just a nap, his mind says convincingly, just nap for an hour and then he’ll be home.
Dean jerks awake when he feels shifting weight on the bed, blinking his eyes blearily when he feels the solid heat of Benny against his back. He smells good, probably showered without Dean even hearing him, and more importantly he’s home and in bed with Dean.
“I’m sorry,” Benny whispers low against Dean’s ear, wrapping one arm around Dean’s waist and pulling him back against Benny’s fuzzy chest.
“It’s not your fault.” Dean is drowsy, still trying to swim through the fogginess of being woken up. He’s reminded of the pleasant ache between his legs when Benny’s hard cock fits right between the crevice of his cheeks, the shaft a little sticky against his skin with moisture from the shower. “Wasn’t even sleeping.”
“Sure you weren’t,” Benny soothes, fitting his other arm underneath Dean’s pillow. “You were on my mind all night, y’know.”
“I think you should quit.” It comes out petulant, which makes Dean’s face get hot. He’s a grown man, not some spoiled kid. This is Benny’s dream job, who is Dean to fuck with that by telling him he shouldn’t do it?
“I did. Got an interview on Monday with a rival restaurant that wants me.”
“I can’t promise it’ll be any different.”
Dean is surprised and pretty damn happy, but he’s also horny and too tired to make a big deal about it. Benny’s cock hasn’t gotten any softer, hot like a brand against his ass, and he hasn’t gotten any more patient with age. He grabs hold of the hand resting on his hip, brings the thick fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, gets them nice and wet with spit, then guides them to his hole.
Benny prods his fingers there, groans low and soft when Dean’s body takes his index finger to the knuckle with no resistance. He accepts the bottle of lube from Dean and opens the top with a snap, a sound that’s music to Dean’s ears because it means Benny is lubing up his dick and Dean is going to get fucked like he desperately wants. “Woulda loved to see you fuckin’ yourself nice and open for me.”
“Just—” Dean throws his head back when Benny sinks the fat head of his cock in to Dean’s slick hole, nails biting in to the back of his thigh as he holds his leg up. “Just want you, ok?”
“Promise you I’m all yours.”
You’re not a real straight boy if you’ve never fucked a football