and the horrible things they say

anonymous asked:

An AU I want to write but have no time for: After the failed Suna mission Sakumo leaves his hitai-ate on the Hokage's desk with a note that says Konoha doesn't need a shinobi who doesn't follow the rules if they're going to war, leaves Kakashi a much longer letter about his reasons (and hints of where to find him if Kakashi needs him), and leaves the village for the warring era Hatake clan lands. Cue the Great Nations freaking out over FreeAgent!Sakumo as he tries out farming. He almost starves.


Oooh, that could be a fun AU! Terrible farmer!Sakumo mostly getting by because people take pity on his horrible gardening skills, and in return Sakumo just…fixes things for them. Like a shinobi. Except his refrain is “I’m not a shinobi I’m a farmer!”

Kakashi very quietly changes his name and starts wearing a hat. 

Mine (College!Jungkook)

Plot: College!Jungkook falling in love with player!reader

Word Count: 989

A/N: so this was something I wrote a week or two ago (?? I’m horrible with time) and it’s something different for me, I’ve been trying out some new things lately and I hope all of you are liking it bc I promise I’ll always be mainly fluff but I think it could be fun to expiriment with genres a bit ?? Idk what this would be classified as, it’s not really “angsty” but you could say there’s a hint maybe??? Whatever it is, here it is, there’s no link for it bc I haven’t written player!reader before but it does involve a hint of college!Jungkook (here) and if you wanna see the roles reversed, I do have a player!Jungkook post (here)

You knew he was yours. He knew it too, everyone knew it. You knew he was wrapped around your finger, tightly wound to the point that you weren’t fully sure how you’d achieved it. He knew he wasn’t the only one and you knew he purposely turned a blind eye to it. He knew you weren’t his but he knew the game you played well, he knew the rules and he knew how to bend them.

Keep reading

i’m a mess

there’s this thing i do when i’m being flirty / ridiculous with friends where i say a horrible, dad-joke-worthy double entendre and then kinda stick the tip of my tongue out from between my teeth and make a “sexy” uhhn noise. anyway. one of my neighbors cut down two massive trees last weekend and, instead of having the tree parts hauled away, he cut them down into rough disks and planks and stacked them in his driveway. it’s really pretty wood. since nanook makes furniture, i swung by my neighbor’s and asked “are you selling your wood? your wood looks good.” and then, as if i had no control of my body whatsoever… tongue… uhhn.


whatever. i spent $500 and lost all my self-esteem. i’d better get a beautiful goddamned dining room table out of it.

Hey, gonna be honest here. I’ve been running this blog and doing writing here for 3-4 years now and there are something that kind of tick me off. I have them in my request information page, but it seems like no one reads those.

But, it would be really nice for you guys to maybe… I dunno, say please and thank you for writing, say something when I put it out for you, or even just reblog it. Like, you guys are asking me to write all sorts of things and I can count the amount of thank you’s on one hand, and please’s on the other and it doesn’t equal up to ten. It’s disheartening, a little annoying, and feels horrible. 

Writing isn’t easy!! I spend anywhere from an hour to days writing these things for you guys, not even to get a quick ‘please’ IN the request or ‘thanks!!’ when I post it up. Like, damn, I get people on here hate re-blogging anything artists do on this platform, so please and thanks yous will do just fine for me. 

I also think you guys forget I do these FOR FREE and on my OWN TIME. I’ve been thinking about charging for writing, but I know for a fact most people who turn their noses up and scoff at that like this isn’t a skill and like it doesn’t take a ton of time to do. Or people who piss bout how it’s ‘too expensive’ because it isn’t free, and demand it to be so cheap it might as well be free and I still do it on my own time and still gain NOTHING from it. 

I love writing, but people demanding shit and not ever saying please, thank you, or offer like… commentary of some sort is murderous to people in any art form. Not saying anything or showing you like it kills art because you unmotivated people and then wonder why they stop writing. No one was saying anything, there was nothing telling the person they should continue and you enjoyed it. 

I’m kind of rambling now, but, please……. I hate being low-key demanded to write these things without people giving basic pleasantries. So the writing I have sitting in my inbox right now may sit there for a bit for several reasons [this post conversation, I’m not even home right now, mental health, the usual].

anonymous asked:

The things in the pamphlet disgusted me, and made me feel really horrible about myself. I felt like God hated me, and I still do sometimes. being so young it's hard not to take the things people say, especially people I should look up to like my preacher to heart. This blog showed me that not all other Christians hate me and want to change, you showed me love and hhave given me hope and reassurance and love. Whoever you are, wherever you are, thank you. <3

Hey sweetheart! Thanks so much for the message! I’m sorry it took me so long to reply, but I’m sure you’ll find this if you need it.

I’m really sorry you had to go through that love, you deserve a church and a community that celebrates your journey with God and your sexuality.

I feel like you’re my lil lesbian sis, and lemme tell you you are way ahead of the game. At 13 I was still stuck in a lot of internalized homophobia, denial, and self hate and for you to be even aware that those things are not from God and to have the strength to fight it and own your identity anyway is amazing and I’m super duper proud of you.

This stuff sucks right now, but we’re gonna make the future better, I promise. I’ll be praying for you, feel free to come to me anytime with prayers or questions or just love for God! I love you lots and so does he/they/she/whatever pronouns you use for God. Have a great day!

I’m seeing a bunch of people blaming lesbians specifically for the antisemitism at the Chicago Dyke March. They only want to include us when it means throwing us under the bus–never mind their deeply triggering rape jokes leading up to the parade, saying horrible things about butch women, and repeatedly stating that they are NOT a lesbian event. As a Chicago lesbian I literally didn’t think that I would be safe or welcome there. As someone who has actually been in danger before with someone throwing the word “Dyke” at me.

The “queer” community only gives a shit about us when they need a scapegoat, I guess. When the shit hits the fan, they aren’t jumping in to say, “Actually our antisemitism is intersectional!!!”

Why is everyone getting on admin N’s ass, including other blogs? Admin N has always been nice to everyone, and whenever someone body shames Juliet or is downright nasty, N usually tells them off. Y'all got mad when Admin M censored you (because she did, but then lied about it) and now you are all mad because N won’t censor you. How about we keep this to a theory based blog, one that isn’t about her looks but is about getting the word and awareness out that she is a scam artist and a domestic abuser? The whole point is to find someone who cares enough to stop her. Sorry N, you don’t deserve what is coming to you right now.

A/N: Thank you so much. I appreciate this. Luckily nothing that is being said offends me too much (unless people are saying horrible things I just haven’t seen). But I’ve just been ignoring the mean stuff and taking some of it as constructive criticism because I do understand this blog can be negative sometimes. But I absolutely love running this blog (and a few rude comments aren’t gonna make me stop) and I wanna thank everyone who continues to support this blog. :) -N

anonymous asked:

Any tips on how to hold a conversation online? This really cool mutual just messaged me and I replied but idk how much longer I'll last, I'm horrible at holding conversations online and it usually ends with them getting bored or me running out of ways to reply to them

Generally, I talk about things that I like or send posts that can strike up a conversation. The nice thing about online conversations is you can say a few things and then let the conversation end until you have something to say again. At least on my dash and the people I talk to, just talking when you have something to say seems to be pretty acceptable.

- Os

(cw sex stuff, sexual assault, csa)

So speaking of Anne Rice.

One of the many, many things I don’t like is that when you point out how a piece of erotica has a horribly, egregiously problematic element (like literally opening with an underage character being graphically raped, for instance) and say, “This is bad erotica,” some dork is inevitably going to say that it’s still good erotica if it tells an entertaining story.

… no.  The whole point of erotica is that it’s meant to sexually excite the reader.  If that is not the author’s clear intent, then it’s not even erotica, it’s some other kind of story that happens to have a lot of sexual and/or sensual content.  Like, ever hear tell of Ed Lee?  Ed Lee stories have got people doing all kinds of wild stuff with all kinds of genitals,  but if you’re trying to tell me that Ed Lee’s weird fiction should be classified as erotica, then oh Jesus Lord please stay away from me forever.

Now, of course, what sort of sexual content is appealing (if at all) is fundamentally individual and subjective–hypermasculine werewolf businessmen don’t really do it for me, for instance, but I hear that that’s a thing–but that’s not what we’re talking about here.  Because–goddammit–Pedophilia.  Is.  Not.  A.  Kink.

Also, today is my baby brother’s birthday. He hates his birthday. Thinks it is like the worst day of the year, the day when all the things go horribly wrong.

But today is pretty shiny for me. Got my application approved. Got other shiny news. I have to say … today’s pretty good actually.

Plus we had shrimp po-boys for lunch and we’re having tiramisu for dessert later, though we’re not calling it his birthday dinner. 

anonymous asked:

I just woke up from the worst dream ever. Written statement from G on her SM saying due to the continued invasion of her privacy through the press and media, she regretfully has taken the decision not to now participate in the new season of TXF. And in my dream I just thought to myself 'Yep, that's what this was all about from the start.' It was horrible Becks. 🤤🤤🤤

I told you she will stop acting become a housewife and move to Tyrol making sure the house and her partner is taken care of. Cooking, cleaning 8 kids take a lot of time and sci-fi is below some people anyway so. She is retiring and Arlene is jumping in 😂😂😂
Mulder gets William back because Arlene shot just from behind sacrifices herself in episode one to the aliens so they give William back and take scully… 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

blinkpen replied to your post: i was apprehensive about like saying anything bc…

i think the emergence of self-awareness wrt the whole Self-Deprecating Shameless Fandom Trash thing + the trend of willfully invoking/hyperbolizing it for the sake of self-deprecating “irony” has reached its singularity and mutated to this horrible thing where everyone’s first response to something they like is to Get Creepy and Weird about it without even thinking about how wildly unnecessary and inappropriate that might be and i’m so tired of it asdfgh

REALLY well put

anonymous asked:

hey! i just wanted to say thank you for the response you gave to that article criticizing deh. you did such a flawless job explaining your points and i couldn't have summed it up better myself. the show means so much to so many people and i think it's absolutely horrible that people are trying to take that away from us, especially when the themes throughout the show are so delicate and important. anyways, just wanted to say thanks for pointing all of those things out :)

thank you so much! and i’m so glad you agree. that’s exactly why i did it :) 

When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.

This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.

She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grape’s skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.

“Do you need help?” she offered.

The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.

“I mean, I could peel it for you, if that’s the problem.” She wasn’t sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as “scat!” or “oh fuck, that sure did just explode”, while others could hold entire conversations — if they deigned to interact.

This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. “Little monster is my prey, and you can’t have it. Found it first. Will devour it!”

“Oh, sure,” she agreed. “But you know it’s a grape, right?”

This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.

Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.

The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldn’t be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.

“Horrible! Dirty!” The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcerer’s diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.

She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. “Oh, hold on, we mopped this morning.” She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.

“An outrage! Put me down!”

“Shh,” she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.

“Fuck pockets!” her pocket responded.

“Oh, you can curse. Wonderful.”

The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. “Am multitalented. Can also compose poetry.”

“Really? Can I hear some?”

“No. For dragon ears only.” It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.

She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.

In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. She’d set it down next to the fruit bowl.

“There you go. Food mountain.”

The dragon’s shock didn’t last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. “Food mountain!” It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.

She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. “But… cannot eat it all,” it observed after a while, crestfallen. “Human-sized. Big shame.”

“Don’t you have nest-mates who can help you with it?” she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure she’d found a loner.

“No nest. No mates. No nest-mates. You’re rude.” It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.

She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. “You seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.”

It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. “Yes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.” Bragging cheered it up a little.

“You mentioned. I can’t hear very well, anyway.” She pulled up a stool and sat down. “Actually, I’ve been looking for a helper.”

“An assistant,” it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. “An attendant. An aid.”

She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. “Yes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?”

It smiled craftily. “Would feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.”

“It could,” she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time she’d heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. “It certainly could. What’s your name?”

“Peep,” said Peep. “It is self-explanatory.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.


happy wednesday my dudes <3

(mila says something like “i want to take you to bed but don’t worry you wont’s sleep”, and georgi says “anya” :’) )

you can love villains and anti-heroes and antagonists without justifying their behaviour, You don’t have to make up excuses for the horrible shit they do. It’s totally fine to love these characters as they are, to accept the ugly parts of them- that doesn’t mean that you agree with the choices they make, it just means that you happen to love complex and three dimensional individuals.

Ok I just finished Power Rangers (2017) and I don’t think Allistics quite understand how important it was to see Billy (the blue ranger) portrayed the way he was. 

In media, there’s generally only one kind of canon autistic. And by canon I mean “The source material uses terminology that references autism or outright states said character is autistic”, and Billy straight up said “I’m on the spectrum” which is how many of us say “I’m autistic” without actually saying it’s Autism Spectrum Disorder. He also said “No it’s a diagnosis” when he missed Jason’s (the red ranger) joke. 

So we only get one (1) kind of autistic in media. What kind is that? Well look no further than Sherlock “I’m a high functioning sociopath” Holmes of BBC’s Sherlock. That is usually what we get. A genuinely horribly written person who treats his peers like trash because he believes he’s smarter than them, and is given ~mystical Autism powers~ [read: he’s really good at logic and things] because of the fact that he is Autistic. 

We generally get the white boy who likes trains, is good at math, and treats people badly (if an adult) or is a “problem child” if a minor. 

Billy is a black autistic teenager. Now I’m white, I should say that straight up, but it is super important that we see black autistic characters. Why? Because people of color are massively under diagnosed with autism. The reasons for that vary, it could be resources (getting diagnosis is expensive), but a lot of it does have to do with racism in the field of psychology. It’s important for young black autistics to be able to see people like Billy on TV. To be able to think “That’s me. I could be a power ranger to.” 

Not once was Billy shown to be a “problem child” at all. He was a Soft Boy. He has special interests, trouble communicating and picking up on social cues. A few times there I thought he was going to cry from the stress of everything and when the bully at the start of the movie broke his pencils I felt what he did because I was in his situation once upon a time. He was distressed and if it wasn’t for Jason stepping in I have no doubt that the bully would have pushed him to tears. 

Billy was the reason everything took off. He found the coins. He was able to map out where the crystal was. He was the first to morph!!

He wasn’t this egotistical jackass who treats coworkers like they’re disposable silverware, he was a real person. He was a real autistic person. 

And seeing someone like him, being himself and was unapologetic about it! And when he did face shit for being autistic, both times the bully got fucked up. It even went the extra step of making the bully a running gag for getting hurt and tbh I don’t give a shit about a bully’s feelings I’m glad it was a running gag. 

Billy is so important, and I need people to understand we need more people like him in media at large. 

Sangwoo’s reaction and why it’s significant

I see a lot of people either disappointed over Sangwoo’s reaction or bemused because they expected it. I think there’s more to it. When I read the chapter, I noticed a few important things that I would like to point out. First, it’s important to remind everyone that Sangwoo is not a normal person. His way of dealing with trauma is to confront it, and exterminate the problem at its core. Sangwoo does not like feeling vulnerable. It diminishes his masculinity. It reminds him too much of his past, and of his mother who–like Bum–seemed to be the type of person who was easily taken advantage of. Frankly, weakness and indecisiveness just piss him off.

This brings me to my next few points:

When Bum spoke of his trauma, it reminded Sangwoo too much of his mother. 

Now, please note. We don’t know how Sangwoo’s parents perished. Some assume he killed them both, but that doesn’t make sense. Personally, with how Sangwoo speaks of mother with fondness, even I find it hard to believe that Sangwoo killed his own mother. (My theory is Sangwoo’s dad killed her during a domestic abuse episode and in turn, Sangwoo killed his dad.)

If you remember, there was that one scene way back when where it depicted “Sangwoo’s” hands around his mother’s neck, but I don’t think those were his hands. Sangwoo was hallucinating. 

That’s not from his point of view. It’s from his Dad’s point of view. And do you see that smile. Do you see how his mother isn’t fighting back? That’s stayed with him forever. His mother just taking it isn’t something that he’s forgotten. And what does Bum do? He takes it, just like his mother. He doesn’t stab his abuser, like Sangwoo suggests. He doesn’t do anything, because he’s afraid. So Sangwoo, whether consciously or not, starts drawing parallels: Bum (My Mom) is a weak person, who allowed his Uncle (My Father) to abuse him (her).

It’s history repeating itself and Sangwoo fucking hates it. So when Sangwoo reacts hostilely to Bum’s story, it’s not that he’s incapable of emotion or that he doesn’t “get” that Bum’s been raped. Quite the opposite.

He’s throwing a tantrum. He’s upset Bum was assaulted. In his head, Bum practically allowed it. And this anger shows in some fucked up way, he’s started to like Bum. I wouldn’t say “cherish”, because I’m not sure Sangwoo is capable of that, but he cares about Bum in a way that’s like his mother but not quite. (I think more so like a pet then a partner.) He knows what happened to Bum and what it all means, but he’s unable to act sympathetically, because he just wished that Bum (unlike his mother) could have fought back. Now let me say, this isn’t an attempt to justify Sangwoo’s reaction.

I’m a victim of sexual assault. I know, more than anyone, how fear can paralyze you into submission. I sympathize with Bum. I feel horrible for him. But Sangwoo isn’t, again, a normal person. He’s a sociopath. So Sangwoo doesn’t see that. He just sees two things: Bum didn’t try. Bum disappoints me. And it infuriates Sangwoo, because in a way, Bum’s uncle wins. Just like Sangwoo’s father won when he abused his mother. 

Sangwoo is hurt.

Most importantly, Sangwoo’s selfish.

His emotions are the only thing that matter to him.

Bum’s feelings mean nothing.

Last point: 

I think Sangwoo was planning to have sex with Bum.

Okay, I know, another stretch. But if you think about the last chain of events, it makes sense. Sangwoo has started to develop feelings for Bum. Not just emotionally, but sexually. Now given this new piece of information, I think Sangwoo is not only angry that Bum didn’t fight back, but that the abuser has been with Bum in an intimate way before he has. I think Sangwoo assumed Bum was a virgin, and he had planned on consummating their “relationship” very soon. The fact that Bum’s uncle already has done so… someone who’s abused Bum and reminds him of his Father… Well…

For him, that’s a turn off, and a let down.

Hamilton As Things My Girlfriend Has Said
  • Alexander : "You know, come to think of it, coffee is the most pleasurable thing."
  • *I give her an odd look*
  • "Well I love you but coffee helps me stay up till horrible hours to finish my work."
  • --
  • John : "You look hot today. No homo." *Finger guns*
  • "Babe we're dating."
  • --
  • Hercules : "See all my clothes are 100% made by me and my hands. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this - "
  • "It says made in China."
  • "Maybe I made it in China?!"
  • --
  • Lafayette : "Some days when I'm mad at you I want to only speak in another language bug the problem is I only know English and not even very well."
  • --
  • Aaron : "Normally I'm a calm individual but see, Abigail makes me want to drop kick her into a well filled with sharks."
  • " she not your best friend?"
  • "She is."
  • --
  • Angelica : "See whenever people doubt me I laugh because I'm better than every person in the world and they're just jealous of my feminism strength."
  • --
  • Eliza : "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you cheated on me."
  • "Well I never would."
  • "No I know. But if you did I'd probably burn everything you love and go Carrie Underwood on you."
  • --
  • Peggy : "How is it my mom forgot to invite me to my own birthday party?!"
  • --
  • Thomas : "See macaroni and cheese is a gift from God. Like he loves it too. Cause who wouldn't?"
  • "Aren't you an atheist?"
  • --
  • James : "I swear I've been sick my whole life. Death is trying so hard to get me but they will fail! *coughs for a good five minutes* Fuck off death..."
  • --
  • George : "Why do I have to adopt all the worst fuckers?"
  • "You don't have to - "
  • "No I love them and they are my fucker children."
  • --
  • Maria : "I'm a sexy son a bitch who needs to learn how to make better life choices..."