I shouldn't have...but I do what I want.

  • Women: Why do men spit in public?
  • Men: Where ELSE should we spit? On you??? Do you want us to spit on YOU!?! Alright, FINE.
  • Women: A teenage girls bra strap shouldn't be a reason to send her home.
  • Men: Okay. Okay, alright. Alright, okay, okay. Well why don't I just PULL MY DICK OUT IN CLASS THEN!?!?
  • Women: A person should have the right to an abortion.
  • Men: Ohhhhh women want abortions! Well men should be able to rape them, that seems like the logical equivalent of this situation.
  • Women: Women need to defend themselves from violent men.
  • Men: Oh, what, you can hit me but I can't hit you!? why CAN'T I hit you? WHEN can I hit you??? Tell me when I can hit you, please. I want to know. I need to know.
  • Women: Men overreact a lot.
  • Men: WHOA. Why would you go there? Why do you generalize all men like that? I feel so attacked. This is so hurtful.
  • Men: This is why no one likes feminists.
  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.
Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris in the library
  • Eric: "Get up!"
  • Dylan: "GET UP!"
  • Eric: "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"
  • Dylan: "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"
  • Dylan: "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"
  • Eric: "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)
  • Dylan: (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!"
  • Patti Nielson: "our father... who art in heaven.. hallowed be thy name"
  • Dispatcher: "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"
  • Nielson: "They're in here.. they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)
  • Eric: (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"
  • Dylan: "WOO!"
  • Kasey Ruegsegger: (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"
  • Eric: "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound,"
  • Dylan: (laughing hysterically)
  • Eric: "Peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)
  • Dylan: (shoots Ireland) "Die! ...down on the floor!"
  • Dylan: "REB?"
  • Eric: "Yeah?"
  • Dylan: "hey, man... there's a nigger over here."
  • Eric: "shoot him"
  • Dylan: "SHIT YEAH!"
  • Shoels: "no...no...no...mom!"
  • (Shoels and Kechter killed)
  • (CO2 bomb detonates)
  • Valeen Schnurr: "oh my god... help me..."
  • Eric: "do you believe in God?"
  • Valeen: "no..yes..."
  • Dylan: "Why?"
  • Eric: "God is gay."
  • John TOmlin: "Don't... done enough?"
  • (shots fired)
  • Dylan: "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)
  • Eric: "nice glasses" (shots fired.. sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again.. Mauser killed)
  • Dylan: "was he trying to jump you?"
  • Eric: "Yeah"
  • (shots fired... DePooter killed)
  • Dylan: "Look what we have here..."
  • Eric: "What?"
  • Dylan: "just some fat fuck"
  • Dylan: "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
  • Evan Todd: "I don't want to get into trouble"
  • Dylan: "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."
  • Evan Todd: "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..."
  • Dylan: "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want."
  • Eric: "Let's go to the commons"
  • Dylan: "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)
  • Dylan: "Reb, ya ready?"
8

Get To Know the Fangirl | Ten Female Characters [1/10]
     ↳ Geraldine Granger

You were expecting a bloke? Beard, bible, bad breath? And instead you got a babe with a bob cut and a magnificent bosom.

  • yoongi, half asleep: uh, man, i wanna sleep some more...
  • hoseok: what if i told you're still dreaming?
  • yoongi: lol really?
  • hoseok: yeah, this is a dream
  • yoongi: does that mean i can do whatever i want and it will have no harm in my actual real life?
  • hoseok: i guess
  • yoongi: oh
  • yoongi: hobi i think we need to have a serious conversation
  • yoongi: it's a dream anyway
  • yoongi: i want you to fuck me ok i know we're like best friends and i shouldn't be saying this but i've been passing my days horny because of you i think you might like it
  • hoseok: uh, dude
  • yoongi: what
  • hoseok: it's not a dream
  • hoseok: i was just playing with you
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi, a professional, pretending to be a sleepwalker waking up from an usual nap: DUDE GUESS WHAT I JUST HAD THE FUNNIEST DREAM
Some of the beautiful things my piano teacher says about being a classical musician:
  • 1: It is this thing you shouldn't do, you should study law if you want to ensure living... but for some people, like us, it is the love of our lives and no one can take it away from us. We shouldn't but we do.
  • 2: I hate it, it is the worst thing I could have chosen to do in life, but every time I have tried quitting I am forced back in. I am not myself without it, and I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing.
  • 3: Study, work hard if this is what you want because getting to do this is the most amazing experience you will ever have.
Hypothermia

(A langst fic inspired by @alienslovetea’s “Frost.” Check their blog out!)

Lightening surges beneath his fingertips. His muscles convulse, clench, loosen. His eyelids flutter as he seizes.

Garbled screams come through the intercom, distorted and lost to his electrified ears. Lance wants to answer back, but he’s locked in place, his body contorting against his will.

Blue shuts down completely, overloaded with power. Electricity still runs through her, burns under Lance’s skin and creates tracks of fire up his face.

All at once the electricity stops dead, though a cooling wave of relief cannot crush the way his body tingles, the way his body aches the way it does.

Lance heaves a great breath, head rolling limply in his seat. He is dazed, shocked — literally and figuratively — lost to the pain he feels. Light flashes and pops outside of Blue, faint behind the dead screen. Lance feels himself being carried, but cannot move to try and fly away. He only hopes it is his team.

The world swirls around him, dips in and out of his vision, plays a game of catch with his eyes. Lance can hear himself breathing, a dry, rattling noise he can’t stand, but he is so, so tired and is willing to put up with it if he can sleep.

“…Lance,”

Just shut your eyes.

“….Lance!”

It’s so quiet here.

“LANCE!” A voice shrieks in his ear, jolting him awake. The pain that streaks through him wakes him up more than whoever just screamed, though, but the saltiness of his tears shocks him more. His tears burn, sting, somehow reminder this situation is all too real.

Lance can’t move himself to speak. He tries, he really does, but his throat screams when he swallows to say something. Lance settles for humming.

“It's— it’s Shiro. We’re taking you back to the castle. I’ve got you buddy.”

He hums in acknowledgment, and… promptly blacks out.

—————–

“Just a few more ticks,” Allura snaps. Keith gets a vague, sickening feeling of deja vu, a mirror of a situation from years past.

“What’s a few more ticks going to do? Let him out!” Keith urges, impatient. He’s waited so long for Lance to leave the pod, and how’s a few more fucking ticks going to affect his recovery? Keith huffs.

“Calm down, Keith. You’re not the only one waiting on a friend,” Shiro murmurs, and Keith briefly wonders if he’s talking about Lance before turning his attention back to the pod.

“It’s been a “few more ticks,” Allura. I’m opening the pod.“

From the corner of his eye, Keith can see Pidge glaring at Lance’s pod. She looks just as tempted to press the button as he is, but Keith wouldn’t be surprised if Pidge actually—

A hissing sound followed by mist leaks from the pod, which was then followed by a body falling forward. Keith steps forward, catches him, whispers “I’ve got you,” and hope no one hears.

Hunk barges forward, and nearly snatchesLance away from his arms, eagerly searching for signs of life on his groggy face. “Heeeeeeey buddy,” Hunk begins, patting and petting his friend’s hair and face. “I know it’s been a while but how do you feel about eating?”

Keith inches forward a little closer. He wants to see Lance’s face.

“How long have I been out?” was the response instead, Lance’s voice thick and quiet much like one waking up from a nap.

“Too long, pal,” Hunk grins, and Pidge says “Like, a month! Do you know how long we waited for you?”

Lance stands, slinging his arm around Hunk’s shoulder. “Maybe a month?”

Pidge immediately looks surprised before laughing, and even Keith has to admit that was pretty clever. He won’t tell anyone he laughed, though.

“Alright Lance, let’s get you to the kitchen. Some food goo will do you good.” Hunk secures his grip on his friend, totters away chatting like nothing ever happened. Pidge trots after, chattering like a bird.

Keith makes to follow, but he feels a heavy hand, albeit warm, on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?” Shiro asks, just as familiar as always. “I know you were pretty anxious to see Lance again.”

“I’m fine, Shiro,” Keith says, even though he knows Shiro is right and he’s already feeling jittery to catch up. “Thanks for asking.” He says, though it’s more of an afterthought than anything.

Shiro blinks, chuckles, pats Keith on the back. “Alrighty tiger.” He nods his head in the direction Hunk and Lance and Pidge went. The second Keith feels Shiro’s hand retract, he’s off, ignoring Shiro’s laughter and Allura’s inquiries.

————

“Let’s calm down, okay Lance?” Hunk smiles at him, but the way he holds his body screams of defense. Lance knows Hunk is feeling threatened. His body language reflects that, but Lance doesn’t know how to shut this off.

Frost. Frost everywhere.

It sears his fingertips, encompasses nearly the entire kitchen except for the patches Hunk and Pidge stand on. She stares at him with owlish eyes, fascinated and frightened. “I— I am calm,” Lance says, though it sounds more like a question even to his own ears. A burst of ice shoots from his hands seeing his friend’s distress. “I don’t.. I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Maybe it’s.. you…” Pidge starts, before something clicks and she gasps. “When you were electrocuted inside Blue, maybe, maybe she transferred some of her powers to you. Maybe it was through quintessence, in an attempt to help you survive all the electricity— that really was a huge ball of electricity that fleet through at you, there was no way you and apparently Blue alone could take a hit like that and survive, so, so—”

“Pidge!”

“Right, sorry. I think you have Blue’s powers now.”

Lance winces, and the frost hardens, thickens to what may be ice. “How do I… how do I control this?”

Pidge shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.

Hunk, however, takes a step forward, nearly melts like the ice does around his foot when he makes it safely. “It seems you want to protect us, maybe? I guess we shouldn't— we should keep you calm, huh?” Pidge starts again, taking a tentative step towards Lance as well. Lance feels like a livewire, jittery, stripped raw and nervous. One wrong move, He thinks. One wrong move.

“What’s going on in here?” Keith stops in, crushing the frost beneath his boot. “Keith, wait—” Hunk and Pidge shouts, but it’s too late. Lance starts, jumping, a spout of cool mist covering the floor and freezing all four paladins in the room up to their knees.

Lance’s heart races, and he feels so terribly stupid for letting go like that. Now his feet are cold and his friends are covered in ice… and he has no idea how to voluntarily melt it.

His fingers twitch. They’re cold.

  • Sealand: England I'm fed up with you, I'm going to sell myself on eBay!
  • England: do what you want, I don't mind.
  • Sealand: Fine!!!
  • England: ... now I need to go to eBay and buy him off again... *sighs* I forgot how tiring it is to take care of a younger sibling- WHAT THE????
  • Sweden: ... I think I just purchased something I shouldn't have...
  • England, from the distance: SWEDEN YOU FUCKING BLOODY WANKER GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER YOU CHILD THEIF!!!

So it might be a little while until my next comic cause I have to get that whole thing figured out. I do have a short comic that’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks now so I can post that if you guys really really want

anonymous asked:

I'm African American and I really want to do cosplay but sometimes I feel like I can't/shouldn't because of my skin tone. Do you have any advice as to what I should do or any African American cosplayers I can follow??

(( OOC: YOU SHOULD DO WHATEVER YOU’D LIKE TO DO!!!! XD

Everyone sees the characters differently. We’re all creating our own interpretations of fictional characters… our own storylines, our own head canons, our own looks, our own personalities. It’s just a bunch of make-believe. 

To sum it up, we’re a bunch of nerds playing dress up in our rooms. Don’t stress, just have fun with it. ;) 

As for awesome cosplayers to follow: 

@wallyscags-patronus
@highwaytothegrangerzone​ )) 

wildehacked  asked:

okay I have grudgingly accepted your views on robots, but I cannot accept your stance on alien fucking! Why shouldn't we bone the aliens, if the aliens are consenting adults dtf???

ok ok ok maybe I spoke in haste, but can’t we just get to know them first? buy them a couple of drinks, find out what they do for a living, talk about their favourite film? maybe I’m unfairly influenced by the bad example of robot fucking but immediately wanting to bang the aliens before we’ve even met them just seems a little *hasty*

the signs as brazilian twitter phrases badly translated into english
  • aries: you are so fake that you should be called fakian
  • taurus: every day is a 7 against 1
  • gemini: i don't have patience for who's starting
  • cancer: another hard day for the zenemies
  • leo: you shOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE, BEAUTIFUL
  • virgo: ROSANA I'M SHAKING
  • libra: I LOOK TO THE KEYBOARD AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY... JUST FEEL...
  • scorpio: lost case, not even the devil wants it
  • sagittarius: GIRLS ARE TOO++++ ANNOYING AFF BUT IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL THE FACE
  • capricorn: i am busy doing a lot of nothings
  • aquarius: riend this way i can't defend you
  • pisces: looks like the game has turned, isn't it?

I’m sorry if I am not shouting with excitement over things right now.

Louis’ team is doing nothing to promote him. Yayyyy! I’m so happy. Woo-hoo!

Harry’s team is doing nothing at all. Woo-hooo! This is the best! Yip-yip!

Oh look another stunt to go along with all the other stunts. HELL YEAH! I AM LIVING! THIS IS WONDERFUL NEWS!

Better? 

If I complain, I obviously hate Harry and Louis. Right?! It has nothing to do with the fact that I actually adore them and want what is best for them. Nope not at all.

hamilton characters as shit my classmates have said
  • alexander hamilton: bitch let me do it. i know how to motherfucking write, thank you very much.
  • john laurens: i don't know what happened in class, i was having a gay moment
  • lafayette: can i just transport myself back in time and steal all their bread?
  • hercules mulligan: that shit is beyond fucked up. it's like jump off a roof fucked up.
  • angelica schuyler: we shouldn't use "man" as a generalization of the human race, it's sexist and it makes me want to vomit.
  • eliza schuyler hamilton: i wrote this poem for class, but it's actually about the guy i like so..i'd rather not read it...
  • peggy schuyler: guys can you shut up? i, for one, am trying to actually pay attention to the lesson, so..
  • thomas jefferson: *is 15 minutes late to class* i had a hair emergency
  • james madison: if i was absent every day i was sick, i'd never be in school.
  • aaron burr: shut the fuck up before i murder your ass bitch
  • maria reynolds: is it wrong to make out with someone during a lesson?
  • philip hamilton: i hope the teacher doesn't notice me dying over here
  • george washington: YOU'RE NOT THE FUCKING TEACHER, LISTEN UP
  • king george iii: if i have any interest in you, i will probably go to your house and kill you, i'm not really open to "love"

unknownwarrior33  asked:

I often feel like without the cards you don't like, Magic would be an unbalanced mess. I love and respect you as a designer and writer (and yes, artist), but I think if you were solely responsible for the color pie, I would have stopped playing by now. I'm not saying this to be rude, only to suggest that there shouldn't be a color pie dictator.

Here’s the issue. Doing things you want to do but can’t normally do is attractive. Your monogreen deck can’t answer threat A? Oh hey, they made a card, now it can.

The problem is your monogreen deck is supposed to have weaknesses. It’s what makes you have to push into other colors. It what makes the whole concept of color in the game work.

Richard didn’t just make five colors for flavor, he made it to allow a much more diverse and rich gameplay.

Think of it this way. What if we took every powerful card and just made versions in every color. That would be exciting at first, but in the end would it make the game better or worse?

I contend it would essentially kill the game. Colors would mean next to nothing and there would never be any reason not to play monocolored.

I get it that I, and the Council of Colors (I’m not just a dictator), want to tell you that you can’t have everything that you want, but we do so because giving you everything you want would in the end make you more sad than happy even if you’re not aware of that fact.

rowaelinherondale  asked:

Can everyone just stop attacking Victoria for a second?? Being an author is hard enough as it is, wanting your books bought and not downloaded shouldn't be such an issue. I understand for some that it's a little more expensive, but if you have to wait a little longer to read her amazing novels then so be it. All I've been seeing is angry messages towards her when we should be celebrating and congratulating her for King's Cage. Victoria, you are amazing, what you do is amazing, so thank you ❤

Thanks for your support. I do understand that many people are in difficult positions, and I may seem like someone who piracy wouldn’t affect, but that’s just not true. It’s stealing, and not just from me. I’m very sorry to anyone who is offended by this, but I’m never going to agree that stealing my work (or the work of others) is acceptable.

anonymous asked:

“You can trust me.” jehanparnasse pleaseeeee

Running away from a protest wasn’t something Jehan was used to doing. They had seen the inside of a holding cell more often than most of rest of the ABC- Enjolras probably had a longer record, maybe Bahorel but for reasons other than disorderly conduct. But this time, they were running, far and fast, and they could still hear people behind them.

Every time their feet hit the pavement, their bruised (maybe broken) rib jarred in their side. Breathing hurt. They could feel themself slowing, which sparked a panic in their chest.

They’re going to catch me, what if they catch me?

An arm shot out from a doorway, and Jehan didn’t have time to dodge around before the hand grabbed hold of their jumper. They would have screamed except that hand’s twin clapped over their mouth the moment they were close enough. This stranger pulled them through the doorway and into the dark. They squeezed their eyes shut, their whole body tense, and waited for the pain to start.

Instead, whoever it was held them firmly for a long moment. No additional sign of aggression, no move to hurt them, just strong arms and steady breathing. Jehan dared to crack an eye open but could only see the shadowed walls of a room in an uninhabited building.

“If I let you go,” the stranger whispered, just above their ear, “you have to promise not to scream, alright?”

Jehan nodded, and the tight grip around them finally slacked. They wriggled away quickly- and that didn’t do their side any favors- and pressed their back against the wall to look this oddly helpful person over. He was intimidating, all dressed in black, tall and more than handsome. Not a face they would likely forget soon.

The silent scrutinizing evidently got to him after a long moment. “You can trust me,” he offered, though he sounded like he only half believed it himself.

“I don’t know you,” Jehan murmured, wary. “Why would you help me?”

The man shrugged. “You were running from the cops, right? Consider me a friend.”

“Are you the kind of friend I really want to have?”

“I’m the kind of friend you needed. Running isn’t good for that side you’re holding; believe me, I’ve done that with an actually broken rib. Not fun.”

Jehan slowly took their hand away from their side, frowning. He spoke well but vaguely. Odd. Paired with that beautiful face, it only added to the mystery.

“Can I get a name for you, or should I just call you my mysterious savior?”

“As long as you don’t go spreading it around that I helped you out.”

Jehan smiled a little. “Cross my heart.”

“Montparnasse.”

Jehan blinked, confused. “Are you sure?”

Montparnasse frowned, and he even managed to do that beautifully. “Of course I’m sure. Why, what have you heard?”

“N-not much, I just… From the rumors, I thought ‘Montparnasse’ would be… older.”