So um, guys? I just came online just so I could quickly tell you all that just like last week, there will probably not be any radio show tonight. This is mostly because I have a crap ton of projects to do, like finishing a paper, typing up journals, doing some regular homework and fixing my final Graphic Design project. So let me repeat: no radio show tonight.
White feminism is “Miley can dress however she wants, don’t slut shame her”
Actual feminism is “Miley can dress however she wants but she crossed a line when she started using another culture as a means to rebel and utilized black women and little people as shocking accessories in her music videos and live performances”
you’ve had nicki and rihanna for years you don’t need a miley
This is not equal representation:
This is equal representation:
"I enjoy that villain as a character, but their charm doesn’t excuse their actions and neither does their tragic backstory."
"Poor misunderstood baby!"
Haight Street. San Francisco, California.
i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok
#OH GOD HE'S PROBABLY GETTING FLASHBACKS FROM WHEN HE WAS KILLED THOUGH
#WHICH FOR SOME STRANGE REASON IS PLEASING THE SADISTIC SIDE OF ME
#GET IT JILL
(Btw this is an AU of the past in MH, before graduation, relationships or deaths)
The moon loomed over the area around a familiar sky. Misery High was the name of the school, inhabited by ghosts and creatures of all types, some hostile and some docile.
A dirty blonde boy walked slowly through the halls, his hands in his pockets. His hair covered half of his face, with brown eyes against light skin. He looked around, noticing a blonde girl with blue eyes skipping down the hall, closing in on him. Smirking, he decided to make his move.
”What are you doing here at this time of the day? Shouldn’t a pretty girl like you be in your room so no one can kidnap you?” he asked, closing in on her. The girl blinked, smiling brightly. Her curled hair bounced on her shoulders until she stopped skipping, her blue eyes sparkled under the curled eyelashes.
“My that’s sweet.” she cooed, pressing a finger to his chest. “What’s your name?” she asked with a hum in her voice. The boy snickered, pulling his hands from his pockets.
“Wilton. How about you?” he asked her, a sultry tone of voice. The blonde giggled, closing the gap between them with her chest.
“Jill…” she said slowly. Staring into his eyes, Wilton began to feel confidence flow through him. The blonde was the first to move, wrapping her arms around his neck quickly and pulling him close. She pressed her lips onto his, kissing him deeply. Unsure of how to handle this, Wilton blinked but began to kiss back. He thought he might as well take the opportunity to it’s fullest. Once Jill had pulled back she stared at him with bedroom eyes. “How about we go somewhere…private?” she asked. Unsure at first, Wilton nodded. Jill took his hand and pulled him through the hall, leading him to an unknown location. Before he could look up and see the name on the door, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth he smirked, returning the rather sloppy kiss. With their eyes both closed, she opened the door behind her and pulled them in, pushing him to the ground. Wilton gasped, letting out an oof of pain at the sudden movement.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking around in the blinding darkness. There was merely a giggle as his eyes tried adjusting to the darkness. Still laying there, he could hear his own breaths, Wilton raised an eyebrow about to get to his feet. He felt a hand press against his chest, pushing him back down. “What are y-” he was stopped by lips pressing onto his again, her tongue once again slipping into his mouth. Wilton’s hands managed to find his way to Jill’s shoulders, attempting to pull down the shirt. She complied, snaking the shirt down her body and onto the floor. There was a tug on Wilton’s shirt which he thought was the blonde trying to pull it off, until he felt cold metal against his flesh. “What the…?!” he yelled. There was another evil giggle, this time much more maniacal.
“Awwww are you scared of my little kinks?” she cooed. Wilton wasn’t really detoured by the action as he was shocked. Before he could react, lips pressed against his again, along with the feeling of skin against his. As she had spoken, she removed her bra, along with her skirt. The tiny breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples becoming hard, to which he could feel. Wilton reached up and grabbed one, playing with it a bit as the sloppy kiss continued. As he lowered his hand down her waist, he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, she had sliced through skin, a trickle of blood rolled down his arm. Jill howled with laughter, Wilton backing up in surprise. He felt another few stabs at his shoulders, and then a sucking on one of the burning scratches.
His eyes widened, and all he could think of was ‘What the fuck…?’ There was an amused chuckle against his shoulder.
“My what an…interesting taste…” she mused, pulling her face from his bloody shoulders. “So different…but empowering…” Slashing the pants he wore, she rubbed his crotch with her hand. “I wonder how it tastes h-” Immediately Wilton got to his feet, scrambling to grab what was left of his clothes.
“No way in hell are you going to cut my dick!” he yelled, rushing out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, not looking at the room he had just been in.
“Oh poo…another one got away…” Jill pouted in the darkness. There were a couple footsteps behind her and a deeper, womanly voice sounded behind her.
“Don’t worry my darling daughter, we’ll find a willing meal…”
I CAN’T I FUCKING CAN’T THIS IS TOO GOOD
SEE, THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU BLOODY MANWHORE