Hello there I'm Tiq. I'm a white, 27 year old bisexual male and I'm very, very Scottish. You'll mostly see me posting content involving but not limited to: feminism, slender man, pictures of animals, random writing, rants, body positivity and whatever the fuck else I feel like.

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Domestic Bliss

"Wake up daddy."

I smile and stretch without opening my eyes and listen to the soft little giggle at the foot of my bed that has come to fill my every morning with utter bliss. It’s been five years now… five years since the doctor said that horrible word that left an empty pit in my stomach “infertile” Five years since my wife and I gave up trying for the one thing we both wanted more than anything else in the world and five years since we were pleasantly surprised by the beautiful little miracle known as Caroline, who’s currently stood at the end of my bed giggling and squealing with delight as I pull the bedsheets up over my face and begin our morning ritual.

"Daddy’s not here right now" I say through the thin white sheet clinging to my head. She lets out another tiny squeal and pulls herself up onto the bed. "Oh no!" she gasps, barely able to contain her laughter, her soft little feet shifting uneasily on the mattress as she clambers her way up towards my head. She finally pulls the sheet back and makes the most delighted noise as I open my eyes to look up at her perfect, smiling face. "You found me!" I shout as I jolt upright and scoop her up into my arms, showering her in soft kisses while the sound of her laughter fills the house. Some times I still can’t believe how lucky I am.

Later at breakfast, she sits happily munching on a piece of toast and I smile at my wife Luisa, wondering what we ever did to deserve such a wonderful little ray of sunshine in our lives. I down the last of my black coffee and kiss my wife before crouching down beside my daughter and giving her a hug goodbye. “Daddy has to go to work now, but you be good for mummy, okay?” Caroline nods enthusiastically, trying to smile whilst desperately holding on to the last soggy piece of toast between her teeth.

Work goes by like it always does, boring and uneventful, and as I make my way back home and pull into the driveway I see my little girl sitting on the grass in the front garden, staring far off at the trees in the distance, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. “It’s getting late honey. Time to come inside” I call to her as I reach the doorway. She shakes her head as if trying to loose something in there and then turns to me with that reassuring smile on her face that always makes my heart melt. “Daddy!” She calls out and runs to me with her arms extended, clamping onto my leg as she reaches the doorway. I laugh and stumble into the house with her still attached, carrying her into the living room where Luisa sits on the couch, staring out the window with the same dazed expression that had covered my daughters face a few moments ago.

I take a cursory glance out of the window as I lift Caroline up into my arms, yet find nothing unusual of interest… just the same old treeline shrouded in darkness. Still my wife sits there in silence, not even acknowledging my presence until the little one lets out a loud yawn and begins to drift off to sleep on my shoulder. “Oh hello darling, I didn’t even hear you come in” She shakes her head and gives me a warm smile. “Everything ok?” I ask as the unmistakable sound of a tiny snore begins to fill my left ear. “It’s fine my love, I was just miles away…” she says wearily as she pushes herself up off the couch and moves into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. I call to her in something just above a whisper “I’ll be right back, I’m just putting Caroline to bed.” she answers me with a faint “mhm”

With Caroline sleeping soundly upstairs, the night drifts on pleasantly as Luisa and I snuggle up on the couch with a bottle of wine and a movie. I go to bed feeling wonderfully warm all over and drift off soundly to sleep. I wake up to a room draped in darkness and my wife snoring contently next to me. The alarm clock on my bedside table flashes 3:43am and I let out a low grown, wondering why my body has woken me at such an ungodly hour before I suddenly become aware of a feint creaking coming from the other side of the room. My bedroom door has inched opened and a little figure draped in shadow stands there in the hallway looking at me.

"Go back to bed honey" I mumble as I roll onto my side and pull the quilt covers around me. I gently fall back to sleep as the feint sound of soft little feet padding across the hallway emanates from outside my bedroom door.

"Wake up daddy"

I smile as the warm glow of the sun bathes my face and neck. I pull the bedsheets up over me once more and smile as I let out a tired groan. “Daddy’s not here right now.” I listen intently for the telling little giggles and squeals but nothing comes for a few moments, then I hear those soft little feet moving towards the head of my bed and I open my eyes to the feint image of my little one hovering mere inches away from my face on the other side of the thing white bedsheet. She let’s out a little whisper. “That’s okay… neither is Caroline.”

I pull the sheet down from my head and standing there in front of me is a creature virtually indistinguishable from my daughter. It’s wearing her face and using her voice but when I look deep into its eyes I see something wicked and hateful looking back at me with a wide, hungry grin.

I sit there in silence for a few moments unsure what do, when suddenly I hear my bedroom door creak open and watch my wife enter the room. She stands in the doorway in silence and I feel my blood run cold as I notice the same wicked look in her eyes as the one in the creature wearing my daughter.

"Oh good, you’re up" the evil thing slowly licks its lips as it speaks with my wife’s voice. I can see a tall figure drenched in shadow, standing behind her in the hallway.

The little ones hands tighten around my arm and I can feel something sharp piercing my skin as my head goes fuzzy and the room begins to spin.

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This is like some surreal final fantasy theme, what the fuck?


Golden October Castle by Daniel Vogelbacher
It’s tempting to believe that this online row – a toxic combination of misinformation, anger and anxious masculinity – is just about one specific technology industry’s subculture, or that it will blow over. But by labeling Gamergate a “gaming problem” and attaching a hashtag to it, we’re putting unnecessary boundaries around a broader but nebulous issue: threats and harassment are increasingly how straight white men deal with a world that no longer revolves exclusively around them.



We are not the brightest of nations.

Some lovely person reblogged this (thankyou!) and blamed the Daily Mail, which got me thinking. Now while I too like to blame the Daily Mail for things, this one really goes waaay back. It’s British Exceptionalism (really English Exceptionalism) - the legacy of an imperial nation: the rest of the world exists for our benefit. You would also see it if you asked people “Foreign visitors to England should speak English” and “English people abroad should speak the local language”, except you wouldn’t need to ask that because you can just see it in our behaviour. No doubt the Mail and its ilk thrive on English Exceptionalism, but they didn’t create it. We are such entitled children, and this idiocy will be the tone of UK politics for the next several years, too.


Hey! I made a spooky ghost for you guys! 

It’s transparent!


Gamergate is really a sexist temper tantrum.
—Anita Sarkeesian, summing it up in one sentence (via boo-author)

(Source: akelles)



Breaking News: Image Comics picks up The Council of Shameful Faps for an entire series. It will star Mark Markerson, a Trilby-donning hero who bravely says that calling racist things racist is “kink-shaming”.

He will throw his trilby with stunning and heroic accuracy. He will be powered by the Dew, which he does do.

Jesus shitting christ, don’t give them ideas for fuck sake.


It closes on you while you’re sleeping and then Namor robs your house.

Jesus christ.

(Source: georginamadeleine)



Warner Bros. Catapults DC Ahead of Marvel in Superhero Diversity Race

Gal Gadot’s “Wonder Woman,” Ray Fisher’s “Cyborg”, Jason Momoa’s “Aquaman” and Ezra Miller’s “Flash” mark milestones for the genre

While all eyes have looked to Marvel to produce a female-led superhero film, Warner Bros. and DC Comics catapulted ahead in the race on Wednesday with the announcement of a solo “Wonder Woman” film, starring Gal Gadot. The film is set to release in 2017.

Additionally, Warner Bros announced “Aquaman,” starring Jason Momoa, will be released in 2018 and gave the greenlight to a solo “Cyborg” film, to be released in 2020, starring African-American actor Ray Fisher.

DC also made history by casting out LGBT actor Ezra Miller to play superspeedster “The Flash,” getting his own solo film in 2018. Miller, who confirmed to Out Magazine that he was “queer” in 2012, becomes the first openly gay actor to lead a major superhero comic book adaptation on the big screen.

Why does this have less notes that that stupid Marvel/DC “on your left” gif?



This picture reminded me of the picture in 1965

“Hog-spitting – not just spitting,” Tonja Bulley emphatically clarifies.

“He just hog-spit at my baby. He hog-spit. He took everything out of him and spit in my daughter’s face. She is a minor. That’s the absolute worst thing you can do, when you spit on another human being. She was just saying ‘No justice, no peace’ and he hog-spit (at) and then smacked my baby. At that time — there was no more being peaceful.”

Bulley and her daughter, Brandy were released from jail last night after being arrested by police outside the St. Louis Rams game the previous day after a violent clash with football fans.

As the Rams were completing an impressive 28-26 victory over the Super Bowl champions Seattle Seahawks, Tonja and Brandy were outside the stadium participating in a non-violent protest calling for justice for Mike Brown, and the immediate arrest of his killer, Darren Wilson.

Tonja, known affectionately to her friends as “Tiny,” continued:

“We were peacefully protesting. We were saying something that this big, tall White man did not like. He should’ve been locked up, and they did not lock him up. One slapped my daughter and another hit her with his fist. Another woman threw her drink on me – and I retaliated. I’m not coming out to fight, but I have the right to protect myself.”

Tiny would eventually get punched and knocked to the ground. “I got hit by a couple people. I have a mark behind my ear.” She was initially charged with two felonies for throwing punches after the initial altercation. No violent Rams fans were arrested.

She says the racial double-standards were apparent: “We had a right to protest without anybody interfering. When the White people protest, there are no problems. Nobody is spitting on them. When we try to do it, the media goes around and acts like we started (the fighting.) We did not start it. I peacefully protest every day in Ferguson, and it’s never a problem.”

In Ferguson, Tiny and Brandy have been protesting since Brown was killed in August, and have become unofficial members of the Lost Voices—a spirited and well-known group of young leaders who led Sunday’s protest.


white people beat up a little black girl and mother and feminists are writing full articles about why being a basic bitch is a good thing



hi hello ur going to do great today and if u dont believe me than here’s a puppy pug taking a bath

I think everyone needs to see this picture at least one time


(Source: ILAURENS)


If this isn’t the definition of bliss, I don’t know what it.