Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

Characters: Diana Prince

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- “Goodbye” Kiss

Word Count: 426

Author: Charlotte

“Are you sure Diana?” You questioned, apprehensive of her fate and decision she made.

“I am positive. No one could create such pain in war other than Ares himself,” she explained.

You trusted Diana with all of your heart, you knew that if she believed something then she was going to fight for it and do everything in her power to make it right. Having been told stories of Ares as she grew, she had now decided it was her place to fight him and save mankind from his influence. Without any knowledge of where he would be, anything beyond what the stories had once told her, but her heart was too large to let the pain of the world continue.

Diana had planned to leave Themyscira with the man whom had crashed off the shore and he would guide her to where she needed to go to defeat Ares. You didn’t trust the man but if Diana did, then you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Even though you knew she was doing what was right and what she felt she needed, you didn’t want her to leave. Not only could she die, you simply did not want to be apart from the woman you had grown to love, especially knowing where she would be headed and the fact that she may not return.

“What if I never see you again?” You whispered, grasping her hand to your heart.

She offered you a gentle, reassuring smile. “I will return to you, as long as my heart still beats against my breast, I shall make my way back to you. Do not doubt that.”

“And what if it shall stop?” You asked. “What if you ended up killed?”

“Worry not of those matters. Just know I shall forever be within your heart even if I am across the ocean.”

You took in a deep breath, not knowing if this would be the last time you would have Diana by your side.

“I shall miss you dearly until you return to our shores,” you commented. “And I know you will return to our shores.”

Diana smiled at you fondly before kissing you passionately, knowing this may be the last kiss to be shared between you.

“I love you Y/N but I must leave now or we shall never get away without my mother trying to stop us,” she said apologetically.

“I love you so much Diana,” you whispered.

She trailed away until your fingers were forced to separate as she headed from the room.

“Goodbye.”

I am no longer going to ve posting here. Instead, I have created an account on pornhub, hoping to get more likes and what not there. If anyone wants to follow me there, here is my page…

https://www.pornhub.com/users/xxxcumxtributesxxx

So, until next time….

Got some fanmail messages asking me why I wasn’t passing this blog on to be admined by someone else, but to be honest I’m just not comfortable with that.

It’s my blog and I would hate to see it moderated in a way I wouldn’t want it to be. And maybe that’s selfish of me, but, you know, I don’t think that’s such a terrible thing. And all good things must end eventually. There are other meme archives out there that are run by very friendly folks and I’m sure there are many, many new ones that have yet to be made. This isn’t the end of memes or meme archives. It’s just the retirement of this one blog. I’m sure you’ll all be able to go on and still have a wonderful writing and roleplaying experience here.

-α

When we launched Youngist in the spring of 2013, we were responding to a powerful need that we saw in our informal networks. Something big was happening, but it wasn’t being covered in ways that were immediate, honest, and present. We wanted to cover “the bold and innovative efforts of an entire generation to shift cultural and political-economic paradigms” in a way that most other publications — even those who might sympathize with young organizers and media-makers — were not.

Our initial editorial staff met through student organizing, primarily through the 2012 National Student Power Convergence, which itself was the result of formalizing networks of young people working against racism, labor exploitation, and neoliberalism in higher education in the United States and Canada. Importantly, many of us met in hallways outside of centralized organizing conversations, frustrated by white, male-dominated, and generally unintentional spaces. We became comrades in moments of personal crisis and would text one another in the middle of the night sending love.

Before coming together as Youngist, some of us met in the streets 2012 Quebec student strike, or when we were working on radical studentnewspaper staffs, or were trying to build student power unions in our states. What we had in common was a strong indignation towards how outside forces were speaking about us, without us. After months of planning and Skype calls between Los Angeles, New York, Atlanta, Toronto, Buffalo, and Montreal, we launched our project on a sharp, clean Tumblr designed by Tom Acker. It was Mother’s Day and the first story we ever published was about Ngoc Loan Tran’s relationship with their mom. A year later—through the tireless work of Maya Richman, a young Montreal-based developer who taught herself how to build a site like this as she went—we launched our official site.

For two and a half years, our meetings (which were conducted remotely over Google Hangouts) happened between restaurant shifts and classes, across time zones, in the midst of family crises, breakups, full-time jobs, and full course loads. At the end of the day, we feel these connections and experiences were invaluable because together we sought to undermine the very existence of borders, and built something together that represented our political affect even if it was itself, not necessarily a political program. Still, we were devoted to intervening and standing up against injustice wherever we saw it, from our own particular vantage point.  

Uncompromisingly, we ensured that none of our writers were older than 26. Elders warned we would run up against myriad issues related to turnover and focus. Like youth struggle throughout history, we faced questions of how to keep up our energy, how to build a staff, how to balance our workloads, and where to turn when we weren’t sure how to address novel challenges. Because of these challenges, many of the skills we honed at Youngist were skills we had to learn by doing.

We recognize that a lot of the work we do as organizers, and youth organizers in particular, is transient. Many of us now feel the harsh post-teen fatigue, struggle with depression under a white supremacist, transphobic, capitalist system…but transience is not for naught! We know we meant something to at least a portion of the people we wrote for: the young, dispossessed and visionary.  

Ultimately, Youngist was sustained on the work of young people who were immersed in struggle themselves, had no previous experience running a large-scale publishing project, but came from a truly DIY ethos: no dads, no masters, no ad revenue. We launched twovery successful crowdfunding campaigns, which kept the site afloat, paid our writers more than many big media conglomerates, and allowed us to prioritize the voices we still believe are left in the dust in both social movement and millennial narratives.

This model made it possible to write frankly about our visions for a world without policeandprisons, give some much needed advice about surviving graduation, offer alternatives to carceral feminism, level with ourselves about how the revolution is kinda boring, and so much more. (You can read it all on the site, which will remain up for as long as we can swing it.)

Of course, this was not without its struggles. We ran up against burnout, being under-resourced, feeling confused and angry about our lack of ability to grow in the ways we originally envisioned. As the project expanded, we discovered we needed to temper our ambition with realism about our capacity, and the challenges of working horizontally with remote collaborators.

We were mentored by a group of journalists, creatives and writers who exemplify the spirit of the project: independent, critical, and connected to their communities, and to whom we’re immensely grateful: Aura Bogado, Michelle Chen, Caroline Heldman, Angus Johnston, Victoria Mahoney, Sahar Massachi, Janet Mock, Nayantara Sen, and Peter Rothberg. Their belief that marginalized youth can, and should, speak for themselves, on their own platform, was inspiring and sustaining.

Through our struggle and success, we’ve learned, ultimately, that the work is hard — but it’s worth it. To young people now dreaming of building your own platforms, we want to offer words of encouragement, but also offer some useful lessons, so you don’t have to repeat our mistakes.

Find the people that share your values and make shit together.

If you plan to run a thing and not pay yourselves, you need to be extra intentional about who you are, how you will deal with the structural hindrances to different people’s involvement, including the way classism operates and how you plan to combat it.

If you want to pay yourselves and your writers, we don’t recommend relying on ad revenue. Consider relying on your readers because ad-blocking software is killing small publishing crowdfunding campaigns are a major energy-sucker, and grants are never really without strings.

Ask for advice and mentorship, but be uncompromising on your values.

Be responsive and accountable but do not buckle under punitive callout culture because it’s a trap. Know what you’re about and be about it.

Take risks. Make a hypothesis, test it out, fuck up, try something different.

Nourish the marginalized voices. Be willing to meet people where they are, but also lovingly challenge one another because we live under fucked up conditions that don’t give us the tools for our own liberation.

As we sunset Youngist as an active project, we wanted to take a moment to remember the work — and why we started this thing in the first place. We still believe there’s a critical need for young people to have their own spaces to tell their own stories, and if you’ve got that fire in your belly and want to know more about how we did it together, we’re always happy to talk.

We thank all of our readers, advisors, contributors, and everybody who donated resources and money to make Youngist possible.

In love and struggle,

Youngist

It’s been a crazy ride with years worth of GIF posts and hundreds of followers - you guys are the best and I love you all. It’s been an unbelievable time.

My nannying jobs have come to an end and although I could keep posting I’d hate to have NannySeekingSanity die a slow death due to inactivity or neglect! I’ll be keeping the many pages up for everyone’s enjoyment but no new posts are coming. I know, it’s breaking my heart too! 

Before I leave you, here are my parting words:

So long!

Farewell!

Auf wiedersehen!

Goodnight!

It’s been great Tumblr!

tondo-ule, aka Robin Payton - has passed away.

At 4:36am on July 5th, she lost a battle with a septic infection.  Her heart, weak already, wasn’t up to the task of fighting it off.  Hospital staff did their best, too.  I was in the room with her when she parted.

Even though she hasn’t written here for many weeks, I wanted you to know that Robin loved her family, and I (her husband) know that she considered many of her followers family.  She adopted everybody, and I may never know the extent of the lives she touched.

I’m currently compiling a book of all her poetry, and a book of her other written memories.  When these are complete, I’ll post a link to them here.  Apart from that, this will be the final entry on this blog.

Thank you all for the joy you brought to her life.

John Payton
aka spydre

Since my blog is supposed to be an adult blog, I’m sure everything I have will be flagged.  It was fun sharing random smut with you all.  Good bye and good luck.

Sign off

I just posted all of the pics in my messages and in my inbox. They don’t have rates because that would take too long, but I still hope you all enjoy them. If you want more, follow my Twitter: @gay_sext

I started this account based out of my hornyness but also I wanted people to be confident with their bodies. If you notice most rates are above an 8/10, it’s for that reason. I’ve gotten “hate” saying that I rate every dick an 8/10, but it was because I wanted people to be confident, and I hope I succeeded. All of you have great dicks, great asses, and great bodies. Be confident with them! I hope I helped :)

Signing off,

@we-rate-dicks

Thanks for the support everyone! I hope y’all enjoyed this little hobby of mine. Hope to see you all again on the other side!

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I don’t think I can do this anymore, anything in regards to this blog or just in general. I was hoping for no messages but all i’ve gotten is a lot of hate. This is just a website, GTL and I don’t expose our entire lives on here. Even our relationship in a way was still extremely private.. 

but you might as well unfollow me because i’m not coming back on here, I don’t want to deal with the drama and the hate and the bullshit that comes along with it. 

There was a lot of complications between GTL and I, but if you want to blame me for everything then so be it. 

bye.