and now it looks like shut

anonymous asked:

so tammi is publicly away from briana while briana gets papped with the baby in LA, ummm are they trying to shut down larries who think that the baby is tammi's and brett's by showing that the baby stays with briana while tammi goes on holiday??? because them having a holiday without the kid does not excuse the fact that tammi is the one who looks after that kid and that the kid is a carbon copy of the clark side of the family which should be genetically impossible if the baby was truly b's

Yeah lol
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Anonymous said:
Now Briana is trying to look like Paris Hilton

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   b uT A THREAD WHERE ERIK TEACHES CHRISTINE HOW TO DRAW AND SHE CANNOT DRAW FOR HER LIFE AND SHES ON HIS LAP AS HE LOOKS OVER HER SHOULDER ( cause he tol af ) AND SHE’S STUBBORN AND SAYING I GOT THIS AND ERIK LIKE NO YOU    YOU REALLY FUCKING DONT THOUGH

[SFW] McCree helps reader with dysphoria

“Hun are you ready? Lena and Emily just texted me from the restaurant. I don’t wanna rush you but we’re the last ones to show.”

“Yeah I know okay? I’m working on it. Jesus. Just give me five more minutes!” You winced at the harshness in your voice. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… Struggling…” It had been over an hour in front of the bathroom mirror and you still weren’t satisfied with your appearance. McCree poked his head in to admire the view.

“Babe you look like a million bucks. Now let’s get outta here and make the ladies all hot and bothered.” His untimely insistence hit you in the worst way and you slammed the door shut. For all his good intentions, Jesse never understood what it was like to feel so uncomfortable in your own skin. But it was hard to be angry with him. The concept was so totally foreign to everyone around you it often felt like you were going insane. This isolation was difficult at the best of times.

Still, nothing compared to the physical sensations that came along with being transgender.

Your body was sending signals to a penis that didn’t exist. Each trip to the bathroom was an exercise in disappointment as you reached down and found the wrong parts. Your breasts were bound tightly with layers of compression bandages that made it difficult to breathe. Then there were the more subtle things like the way your shirt hung, skirting those too-feminine hips. It felt like sandpaper and ensured you were never at ease. Your reflection was always an issue. Though most days you avoided it, social outings forced you to grapple with what you saw. You tried to push the bones of your face into a more masculine shape, leaving red marks behind to mock you. Hell, even looking at your delicate hands was infuriating.

You’d gotten good at compensating for all your shortcomings. The combination of perfectly styled hair, old spice deodorant, and hip hop inspired fashion was enough to fool most. Maybe that’s what your problem was then. These weren’t most people. These were close friends who’d been there when you still shopped at Forever 21. They’d always have that picture of beautiful you in their head. So you pushed yourself to become the pinnacle of masculinity. It was an ideal that no man could live up to.

“Babe please open the door. I can’t help you from out here.”

Little did he know he helped you just by being the patient, caring man he was. Jesse would offer you the usual compliments and make it a point to emphasize your winning characteristics. He’d tussle with you like guys did without questioning if you were hurt. He never treated you like a fragile thing to be protected, but like an ally in battle. You were his equal, his friend, his partner in crime. In his eyes you were strong. To him, you already were everything you hoped to become. With all this in mind, you opened the door and stood tall for your man.

“I’m ready now. We can go.” McCree cupped your face in his weathered hands and kissed you with all the love in his heart.

“Alright handsome. Don’t be lookin’ at all the other fellas now. You know how possessive I am.” You smiled. This man was your lifeline and somehow you knew everything would be better tomorrow.

“I only have eyes for you, Jesse. I’d be lost without you.”

so I went to the counseling center at my school to set up an appointment etc etc and I know they have a therapy dog there and I was like “where’s the dog?” and the receptionist was like ‘oh I’m sorry, she’s in a meeting right now’ and I look over at the other room and there is a fucking dog sitting in a chair at a long table sitting next to all these people in business suits and I felt like I was in a dream

I don't understand, Trump supporters are telling us all that we're overreacting

But he’s literally put a gag order on fucking NASA. He’s suspended RESEARCH. ON OUR FUCKING ENVIRONMENT.

Even if you don’t believe in climate change, do you really want to shut down an organization researching environmental problems???

And he’s arresting journalists for doing their fucking job.

Silencing people who dared claim his inauguration ceremony was smaller in attendance than Obama’s.

Is he editing all photos to make them look like his was larger?

Has he begun that yet?

You told us we were overreacting when he was in the primaries.

You told us we were overreacting when he was running against Hillary.

And you tell us we’re overreacting now, as he begins to purge any opinion, scientific or not, that goes against his own fucking beliefs.

I don’t care if he doesn’t believe in it, he has no fucking right to quash scientific study that “defies” his own beliefs.

His job as a politician is to trust the system HE’S IN CHARGE OF and not discredit and attack them, a la the CIA.

Science organizations actually felt the need to go fucking underground.

Alternative facts are being spread.

People are telling us that lies are “the truth” if told by the right person.

This is happening.

If you still think we’re overreacting at this point, I get the feeling that you won’t fight, won’t care about your rights, even if Donald trump personally comes to your house to install your first telescreen, so forgive me if I take your whining with a grain of salt.

So go ahead and pretend Trump is just going to improve this country by removing immigrants and any failsafes we have against tyranny.

You won’t be remembered by history.

And we won’t have a history, soon, if trump continues to blatantly erase any history he disagrees with.

To everyone who is like “They didn’t actually kiss”:

As someone who does the art thing on a regular basis I can tell ya, they did. They probably tried to be careful with it for now.

You can’t just switch to a hug when you are like 1cm away from eachothers lips.

Also, here is what their general face shape looks like:

And here is what the kiss probably looks like:

Besides, Victor has hugged Yuuri before. (Y’know, that hug from behind? And they literally napped in a bed together. Oh and what about that time Vic got drunk and stripped and clung to Yuuri? I don’t think a hug from Victor would be surprising to Yuuri at this point. )

You can disagree though if you want. Just trying to put things into perspective.

listen i’m never gonna shut up about the look on Cas’ face after Dean said “we don’t leave family behind” because THIS is exactly what Cas has struggled with for so many years. He always gets left behind, either by the angels or by the Winchesters, and he’s never quite felt like he belongs anywhere. But for Dean to straight up tell him that they won’t leave him behind, that they would rather die trying to save him, is such a powerful moment. It was important for Cas to hear that and I hope he keeps getting these affirmations because he desperately needs them.

this week has been really weird and i get the feeling that something shady this way comes

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sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 4: Were!Stiles Blue Is Just Pretty by @malmao

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, like he wants to say something. He can’t at first, just shuts his jaw as his heart rate picks up at a steady pace.
Finally, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “They’re blue,” with a little crack around the end.
Derek eyes his profile warily. None of the pack knew why Stiles had chosen to sequester himself in this room, but he’d had his suspicions. The teen doesn’t meet his gaze now. Just gives a little look up at the mirror then goes back to plucking at the denim of his jeans.

“Can I see?”

Stiles head snaps toward him, and Derek raises his eyebrows in silent response. He tries not to let his eyes flick down to the boy’s mouth out of habit. Fails.
He’s surprised when Stiles complies effortlessly. He always knew Stiles would make a good werewolf. He’s almost too good, picking up control like it’s a skill he’s had hiding beneath his bed.
Derek thinks of himself. Thinks of Paige. Thinks of being alone and heartbroken with blue burning behind his eyelids. Think of his mother crouched down in front him with her hard jawline and soft smile.
With his heart lodged behind his adam’s apple, he reaches out and rests his hand on the side of Stiles’ neck, his thumb brushing the turn of his jaw beneath the ear. Stiles’ eyes (still brilliant, glowing blue) scan his face. Right eye, left eye, mouth, and back.

“Still beautiful,” Derek says finally, “just like the rest of you.”

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• shut up Helen
• you really care about this blog enough to end me anon hate
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• how do you expect me to listen to you if you will ignore everything i say.
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•(if it is from a terf) shut up Hylyn. (For those who don’t get it, it is making fun of terfs who use Womyn.)


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I love how at the beginning everyone was like, “oh its just karasuno, they’re like trash,the fallen crows, not flying anymore, pffft” but now, 200+ chapters later karasuno’s at nationals and everyone’s like, “be careful bout that baldy spiker, and the ace, their captain, he’s gonna jump float don’t underestimate him, their libero, wtf look out there are two setters now, that’s the kid who shut Wakatoshi’s spike, that fucking setter, thAT FUCKING NUMBER 10”

There’s a problem

Nobody is talking about Yurio and Yuko’s friendship????

Let me explain why this is important.

Look at Yurio’s face when he first meets Yuko.

And now look at Yuko’s face. She clearly knows who he is, and she’s smiling. He’s just a little angry 15yo after all, no matter how hostile he is towards her. So he’s like, ok, yeah. I’ll shut up now.

Then Victor goes all Victor and stuff. When she nosebleeds (we’ve all been there) Yurio doesn’t understand what’s wrong? and it’s adorable.

Then, when he needs help with the timing, he doesn’t ask Victor, the only person he knows from the group for help. He asks Yuko. And she helps.

At the showdown, it’s finally time and Yuko’s calling Yurio to the stage. Look at his face. So cute X_X

So, here she is, and

She fangirls and nosebleeds again and

…His reaction

She cheers on him, like a good friend would 

And he’s cute about it. Because she’s the kindest anyone in Japan has been towards him.

Look at her face during his performance. She’s proud. It’s really nice to see.

When he’s about to leave, she comes after him. She’s the only one to.

So they are about to part, when he says:

And after he says that, she responds with this face:

And then he leaves. He goes back to Russia.

Next episode, and they have each other’s numbers? They took a photo with her kids? She gives him reports? This is great..!

Yuko is officially team Yurio! I bet Yurio is an honorary Nishigori family member at this point.

In conclusion: This relationship is super important and pure!!! Continue on with your day!

i was told a lot i wasn’t trying hard enough but i couldn’t try and that’s what hurt. sometimes i’d get these moments of clarity where my brain caught up with me and instead of clouds i’d be dropped into a pit, falling. there was so much i had missed out on, i had skipped, i had avoided. and when i could finally feel again it would all hit me. i’d remember all my friends i’d isolated from and all the work i hadn’t done and all the opportunities i’d missed and it would all hit me at once like a blizzard. i’d be frozen in place by it. suddenly what had seemed unimportant was now soul-crushingly real and present.

the only way i knew how to handle that was to just shut it all off again. i know that didn’t look like trying. that i would just ignore the problem. that i would let all that fog in so i wouldn’t feel how much i was dying. 

it was like living in front of a blowtorch. i was either cold or suddenly on fire.

“I don’t like either candidate” like your dumb ass can’t visualize four years of listening to Donald “hell is empty and all the devils are in my toupee” Trump fuck everything up from one end of the universe to the other?

Like, listen, you may like playing Fallout as a video game but I have to tell you that your fuckass would not survive a nuclear fallout and neither would anybody else’s so, like, maybe shut up and go vote for Hillary.

“But there’s no way he’ll really win”

let me tell you two things.

One, everybody said that about him in the primaries too and look who got the nomination.

Two, you may live in a predominately blue area. You may live in a place where people hide their racism and xenophobia and hatred for the LGBT community a little better. But I live in Virginia, and let me tell you a thing about the Southeastern United States right now. Right now, those of us in the Southeastern United States who are visibly part of one of Trump’s targeted groups, whether it’s because we’re women or we’re wearing rainbow gear or have a liberal sticker on our car or, God forbid, have dark skin or wear identifiably non-Christian religious garments, are being physically and aggressively targeted whenever we go outside.

Do you know, on two separate occasions, back when I had a Bernie sticker on my car, white men in jacked-up pickup trucks with Trump and confederate flag stickers, ACTUALLY RAN ME OFF THE ROAD while leaning out their window and yelling sexist slurs at me?

Like, I had to drive my car INTO THE GRASS on the side of the road and slam on brakes to keep being rammed by their truck. (Two different trucks, so presumably four different men.) This happened to me once while I was alone, once while Kellie was in the car with me, and once to Kellie when she was in the car by herself.

A full 20-30% of the cars I see on the road here have unapologetically racist Trump-supportive sexist-anti-Hillary paraphernalia on them. That’s not counting the ones that just have subtle Republican stickers or anti-Democrat stickers or stickers for the local conservative Congress candidates who are presumably voting for the Republican ticket that includes Donald Trump.

Grown-ass adults sit in coffee shops and talk loudly about how Donald Trump is going to save them from Muslim immigrants and Sharia Law, and parrot whatever latest bullshit they read on a parody website or Fox News and mistook for real news, and talk about how maybe those damn homosexuals will finally get what they deserve. 

It’s happened more than once to ME, and I’m a homebody who doesn’t leave my house and socialize very often. I feel like I’m living in an SNL parody skit about the South right now, but this is not a joke. This is real life.

Please believe me when I tell you we are not safe. These people will not be staying home from the polls. These people will be fucking voting.

You need to vote too.

Okay so I’m like driving in the middle of nowhere Connecticut and I was starving so I stop at this
McDonald’s. I order or whatever and then get up to the window. The lady opens the window and repeats my order back to me and and says “that’ll be $11.82.” I said “I have this coupon” and show her my phone (it’s $2 off a purchase $10 or more) she looks at my phone for like 5 seconds, looks up back at me, doesn’t say a word. Shuts the window. Now I assumed she would be typing it into the computer that was right next to the window that I could see. But instead She walks away out of sight and is gone for like 3 minutes. The cars behind me start to beep as if I really wanted to be waiting there. She finally gets back. Opened the window and stares at me. After about 5 seconds I take my phone back out to show her the coupon. Another few seconds of silence pass and she says “$9.80” so I was like ok what happened to the other 2 cents. But whatever…. I give her a $10 bill and the $.80 in coins. She gives me $1.05 back, wrong but whatever. Now I’m waiting like a full 10 minutes for my food. The people behind me are revving their engines and Beeping at me. Like bitch I know. Finally get my food. Go into a parking space
KNOWING my order was gonna be fucked up. But she got everything right and gave me an extra McDouble and an extra 4 piece nugget. I was like ok cool. Then I look to my side and this is what I saw…