Things I've seen in FNDM after vol 4 ep 1 being out for 24 hours

-People criticizing the animation style, saying it’s more chopping and very sloppy. Idk I’ll have to get used to it but it gives the show a darker vibe that they’re heading toward.
-People complaining about the new villains. Like I get it they’re no Roman Torchwick but that doesn’t mean they’re bad. Maybe they’re suppose to look generic I wouldn’t be surprised if mr mustache is working undercover as a high ranking person in one of the kingdoms like a politician or headmaster
-Either you feel sorry for cinder or you’re laughing at her there is not in between
-Either you love new farm child or you want them to have less screen time there is no in between
-Everyone flipping out over the sun and Blake on the ship in the op
-Gross sobbing over Pyrrha. I feel like we’re never getting over that
-People saying Jaune is rude for taking Pyrrhas stuff and claiming that rt is slowly making him the main character??? Like yes he’s getting more screen time but like surprise there are these things called character arcs. Jaune just happens to have more since his character start at a lower point than one else
-People judging the entire volume and future of RWBY base solely on this ep and the op. Wow guys

I was poking around on some of the blogs of the nice (read: fucking awful) people leaving shitty comments on my posts and I’m scrolling down one with.. kirby, with a willy. Like straight up it’s just genuine nsfw art of fucking kirby theres no humanization its just.. kirby got a wang now.

I fucking LOATHE this website.

Happy Birthday To Us!

Well, okay, strictly speaking this blog won’t actually be turning two years old until Wednesday (the 26th), but I like celebrating on the first day of Asexual Awareness Week. Since that’s today, happy second birthday, Affirm-Ace-Ions!

I continue to be absolutely awed by the people who follow and support this blog. You have spent the past two years being kind, being compassionate, being the best followers we could ask for.

You are incredible. Thank you for being here for us, and here’s to another year of those of us who run this blog being here for you!

<3 Mod Talie

Boo At The Zoo

I received no less than four messages harassing me about my tags on a Halloween with Ginny Baker post I made, so this is your fault. Credit to the better of two hashtags in this fic goes to @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and credit for Mike feeling things goes to @ohmyohpioneer​. You are both awful people for making this fic happen.

“Tell me why, exactly, I’m doing this Halloween with the Animals thing again?”

“It’s called Boo At the Zoo, Baker, and it’s a goddamn tradition, so you’re gonna grit your teeth and bear it. Do it with a smile on your face.”

The way her lips slide across her teeth is more of a grimace than anything else, but Mike ignores it. Of the two of them, Mike had never expected to be the one who became over enthusiastic about anything, but here they were - half the team wrangled in by Mike’s this-is-not-a-negotiation speech about helping out the community, spending the third weekend of their off season riding a bus to the zoo like a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

Not making it into the post season hadn’t exactly been great for team morale, and usually Mike would walk it off, let everyone stew for a while, but he’d spent the first week off being told by no less than a thousand doctors (Sue him, he exaggerates. It’s his thing. Another one of his things.) one obnoxious fact - his knees are shot, his back is only going to get worse, and if he makes it to forty without surgery they’ll personally name him a miracle of modern medicine. And instead of stewing in that delicious pot of angst and self loathing, Mike had decided to try team building activities instead.

He’s ignoring it. In major denial. Completely unhealthy, what he’s doing, but hey, he actually saw Duarte smile five minutes ago, so at least there’s that.

“Boo At The Zoo. Seriously, old man?”

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I just really don’t understand people who will devote all their time fighting for animal rights but are silent when real humans need rights. Like if you can preach 24/7 about how awful people who eat meat are but won’t ever even say black lives matter what are you doing?

I wrote my first original song!!

All my life
I’ve lived in a dark and awful world
Losing people I care about
Watching my hate unfurl
Never have I ever
Expected this to last
So now all of a sudden
Its a blast from the past

Welcome to my
very very special hell
I call it my mind
And i hope you like it well
I worked so hard to clean it and fix up
For you
I hope you like my
very very special hell

I have a sister
Dagger is her name
She likes to destroy everything
Everything dies in vain
Let her have her fun
Or else she won’t be doing well
She’ll make life even worse for you
A living hell

Welcome to my very very
special kind of hell
I call it my mind
And i hope you like it well
I worked so hard to clean it and fix up
For you
I hope you like my
very very special hell

I wonder
I wonder
I wonder
If others out there can hear my cry
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder why
Why am I so blind

My very very special kind of hell
My very very special kind of hell
My very very

Welcome to my very very
Special kind of hell
I call it my mind
And i hope you like it well
I worked so hard to clean it and fix up
For you
I hope you like my
very very special hell.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I wanted to say that I really like your content, and your personality, and you. I send you my best wishes. (Also, please don't let the hate get to you. It's awful that people feel the need to send hate messages.)

This is so sweet, thank you so much! Have a great week! xxx

I thought I could finish And I Darken tonight because I’m honestly only about 50 pages from the end, but god, what’s the point of pushing yourself through a book that you stopped enjoying about 300 pages ago?

More thoughts to come obviously, once I write and schedule the review, but it honestly feels like a novel that’s Meant To Be Empowering™ and so is the exact opposite. All the pithy quotable moments feel like they were crafted specifically to be put on Tumblr graphics, and the overall effect is just fake fake fake and none of these characters seem to be more than a layer of paper over an empty wire frame?

I’m still kind of in awe that so many people are raving about this novel. Aside from how homophobic and biphobic the novel is, it’s literally one long litany of trite Orientalist stereotype?

At some point I went from being kind of apathetic and enjoying the idea of it to just…open dislike, and I honestly can’t figure out where the turning point was.

@chem0 - Thank you so much for getting to know me, even though those awful people were spreading rumors about me at the time that you spoke with me <:/ im glad you didnt believe them, and got a chance to know the real me. You are super, SUPER funny and talented, you’ve managed to cheer me up and encourage me several times. You’re really a great friend and not to mention, you are super cute // pretty!!! thanks for all you have done for me ‘v’ for real ;v;

advice for college freshmen:

tolkien your essays; hemingway your emails

essays are tangents and rabbit holes and diversions, woven together with lots of unnecessary descriptive words to demonstrate a proficient understanding of a subject you were meant to research in more depth but did not, in place of other pursuits, or could not, because you chose your subject poorly, and so now you must flesh out an arduous ten-page research paper and convince your scrutinizing instructor that you are well-versed in the topic at hand.

emails are blunt. say what you mean. be specific. end it quickly.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

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