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anonymous asked:

whats the difference between pan and bi? because the only explanations im getting seem to imply that 'bisexual' is transphobic as it doesn't include nb people :///

being bisexual isn’t transphobic, whoever is saying that is ridiculous. not being attracted to a gender isn’t the same as not dating somebody Because they’re trans.

but pan is all genders and generally pan people don’t care about gender, while bi is two or more genders but not all of them

  ‘start an argument’ starters

  • what in the world is this!?
  • i thought i was clear!
  • this is why we can’t have nice things!
  • do you understand the damage you’ve done here!?
  • there’s no coming back from this, ever!
  • get away from me!
  • i can’t believe you would do this to me!
  • i’m not talking about this ANY more.
  • i can’t believe you lied to me… again!
  • no! just leave me alone!
  • i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life!
  • did you seriously think this would be okay?
  • forget it!
  • i can’t even look at you right now!
  • i think you should go.
  • i can’t believe you’d do this to me…
  • you were flirting with them!
  • was it worth it?
  • i can’t do this anymore!
  • you need to pull yourself together.
  • i don’t believe you.
  • how am i supposed to trust you now?

But also whenever someone says Shiro’s favoritism of Keith is blatant and unfair like:

He only picked Keith as 2IC after he demonstrated an ability to actually pilot the fucking Black Lion.

That’s not favoritism.  That’s being realistic.  Keith can do it.  For whatever fan theories we have about that moment, Keith did the thing.  After that is when Shiro says that Keith should take over, because he literally just demonstrated his ability to do so.

Then he took a private moment on a mission that Keith needed to be taking anyway due to his lion’s capabilities to have a talk with him about it since they hadn’t discussed it since, and get an update on the situation.

Like, literally none of that is Favoritism.

So, like???  Where is this ‘unfair and blatant’ treatment to everyone else?  

For arguements sake

Hufflepuff: “would you two please stop fighting?”
Slytherin: “We’re not fighting, we’re having a creative discussion.”
Gryffindor: “We are too fighting!”
Slytherin: “Creative discussion.”
Gryffindor: “Fighting!”
Slytherin: “Creative discussion!”
Gryffindor: “fight!”
Slytherin: “Discussion!”
Ravenclaw: “ I can’t believe you two are actually having a fight over whether or not you are having a fight. ”

Argument (e.d)

“Hey baby, what’re you doing?” Ethan questioned softly pressing his lips to the nape of my neck as he straddled my back. He trailed light kisses from my neck to my jawline, then down to my collarbone tearing my attention away from the article I was reading.

“Working on an essay for school.” I mumble, attempting to focus as he continues peppering soft kisses along my neck. “Ethan, I have to get this done.” I sigh, pulling my head away from him.

“You can do it later.” He mumbles brushing off my statement.

“Yeah, but I actually can’t. I’ve got other assignments to do on top of this one. I have to get this done now.” I state making him sigh in annoyance and push himself off of the bed clearly frustrated.

“I swear, the longer you’re in school the more I lose you.” He huffs under his breath, turning around sassily.

“Excuse me?” I gasp in disbelief, looking up from my papers.

“All you ever have time to do when I’m around is school work. It’s kind of frustrating to be quite honest.” He answers combing his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Well I’m sorry that I have work to do every time you decide you want to spend time with me. I’m working towards my future. You’d think you could be a little supportive.” I sass, standing up so that I didn’t feel intimidated as he towered over me.

“Oh so I’m a terrible and unsupportive boyfriend because I’ve got my own things that I’m working towards?” He asks sharply, raising his voice.

“No, that’s not it at all actually. What I’m saying is, all I’ve done is support you as you’ve achieved some of your dreams. You’ve been touring for months Ethan, I’ve shared you with thousands of girls who got to love on you while I was home alone missing you. I’ve lost sleep worrying about you, or calling you at wee hours of the morning because you missed home. I feel like I’ve bent over backwards supporting you as you worked towards your dreams, but I feel like when it comes to my dreams it’s hard to get you to do the same for me. I know college isn’t nearly as exciting as touring the world and meeting fans, but sometimes all I need is encouragement that I’m doing this to achieve my dreams and not simply just to waste time. I could just use a little support sometimes.” I rant, waving my hands in frustration as my own voice began to raise.

“God, I’m sorry that I’m such a self centered jerk in this relationship. I didn’t realize I was burdening you.” He shouts through blushed cheeks.

“Ethan that’s no-”

“Maybe if you’d get your nose out of your textbooks every once in awhile and actually communicated with me I’d know how you’re feeling. I could actually work on being a good boyfrien-”

“You know what, I’m not doing this right now. I’ll let you cool off and then we’ll talk, but we’re not going to get anywhere if you’re yelling at me the entire time.” I cut him off throwing my things in my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” He growls lowly, crossing his arms as his eyes angrily glare at me.

“I’m leaving because all you do when you get like this is yell and say things you don’t mean. It’s not going to get us anywhere, I’ll be back we’ve both cooled off.” I reply stalking out the door, closing it behind me firmly.

Finishing the last paragraph of my essay, I close my laptop and sip on my coffee as my mind wanders to the argument.

I rarely argue with Ethan, and when I do it’s small and easy to forget. I’ve never walked out on him like this before. Guilt finds it’s way into my chest as I replay what I’d said in my head again.

Packing my stuff into my bag, I stand up and discard my cup into the trash before walking out to my car. Apologies rolling through my mind as I drive back to the apartment.
——
“Hey…” I greet quietly, sitting on the couch next to him as he scrolls through his phone silently. “Ethan, I’m sorry.” I sigh playing with my fingers.

He snorts in response, continuing to scroll through his phone as if I wasn’t there. He clicks his phone off before standing up from the couch to walk away. I get up to follow him, softly grabbing his arm to get his attention.

“E, can you please just talk to m-”

“God Y/n can you give me some space?! You get all mad at be for wanting to be close to you for five minutes and now here you are doing the same exact thing. You need to get your priorities straight and figure out what you want from me because I’m sick and tired of this whole being okay with something one minute and then not being okay with it the next.” He shouts ripping his arm out of my grasp as he spins toward me angrily. I step away from him in surprise physically flinching when his hand moves through the air, pushing his hair out of his face.

He stops in his tracks allowing his hand to fall at his side limply, as his angry demeanor diminishes.

“Did you,” he pauses to clear his throats as his eyes fill with tears,“Did you think I was going to hit you?” His voice comes out in a broken whisper while his vulnerable brown eyes meet mine.

I open my mouth to say something, to explain that I knew he wouldn’t ever do that, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t lie to him; it was a heated moment and sometimes we do things we wouldn’t normally do when we’re angry.

“Oh my God Y/n, I would never.” He cries, watching me carefully as he takes a slow step towards me. His arms outstretch toward me, wrapping around me delicately and pulling me into his chest. “I will never hurt you like that, no matter how angry I am.” He breathes kissing the crown of my head softly. “I’m so sorry.” He pulls away slightly, tilting my chin towards him so that our eyes met before he pressed a delicate kiss against my lips. “I love you so much.” He whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Let me prove it to you.” He states randomly after a brief moment of silence.

“Wha-” I squeal as he scoops me into his arms and runs down the hall towards his room, throwing me onto his unmade bed with a laugh. Loud giggles escape my own lips as I watch him crawl over me, holding his weight on his arms as he pushes a stray hair away from my face. He studies me silently before his head dips and presses his lips against mine again, slowly this time, making my eyes flutter shut.

“I love the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh.” He whispers into the calm atmosphere of the room, his eyes set on mine. “I love the crease you get on your forehead when you’re concentrating.” He continues, tracing a spot on my forehead delicately. “I love the way you light up any room as soon as you walk into it.” His lips twitching up into a lighthearted smile. “I love your laugh and how contagious it is.”

“I love the way you love me with your whole heart, even when I don’t deserve it.” He ghosts after a moment of silence. He looks at me again, his thumb swiping over my cheek as he leans down and presses a long kiss to my lips.

“Y/n, I love you. I seriously cannot stress that enough. I can’t always give you the attention that you need, or read what’s going on in your mind, but I love you unconditionally. We’re going to go through hard times, but I can assure you that no matter how much we hurt each other, I won’t stop loving you.” He assures, looking down at me seriously.

“Careful now Dolan, don’t go making promises you can’t keep.” I joke, sliding my arms around his neck.

“I plan on making those promises achievements.” He smiles, looking down at me cheekily.

“I know.” I murmur through the silence of the room, leaning up and attaching our lips together again before simply enjoying the moment.

“Mollyyyyy” she didn’t take her eyes of the book she’s reading but she knew he was sinking in his chair in a cute way making his puppy face to earn her pity.

“No” she said quietly.

“But it’s pink” he whined.

“No is still a no sherlock”.

“But there is cherry between each one and it looks so girly” he was begging now.

“Nope” she turned the page irritated.

“But…”

She put the book on her rounded belly and looked to the child-very-soon-to-be-father-Sherlock in the eyes with determination

“WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES WE’RE NOT GOING TO PUT WALLPAPER WITH SKULLS ON MY BABY GIRL ROOM”

It really bugs me when people say “think of the children” as an arguement against lgbtq representation. With suicide so much more common among children who identify as part of the lgbtq community, maybe “thinking of the children” actually means helping them see that they have worth, and that they’re not alone, not blocking them from finding sources of emotional support.
Go figure.

Every time I imagine Keith calling Lance “sharpshooter” 5 years are added to my life

In which anti-shippers prove not watching scenes they don’t like and then meta’ing about how they’re not important makes them look foolish.  

Regina expressing a desire for romantic love.

3.03

Here we have Tink offering to help her find love and she doesn’t think it’s possible.

Tinker Bell: You know, I’ve got an idea. I can help people find what they need, Regina.
Regina: And what do I need?
Tinker Bell: You don’t even know? That’s so sad. Regina, love. You need love.
Regina: You’re gonna help me find another soulmate?
Tinker Bell: It is possible to find love again. I’ve never seen pixie dust fail. It will find you your perfect match. If you let it, you’ll find your happy ending.

And here we have Regina expressing regret that she didn’t allow herself to take a chance on love.

3.18

And here we have Snow telling her not to hold herself back and… shockingly she goes and finds the man she has feelings for.

Snow:  Don’t let anything hold you back.

4.08

And here we have Regina wishing she’d taken a chance on love decades ago.

Regina: This makes me wonder why we didn’t do this a few decades ago.

Essentially the entire season 3 and 4A plot revolves around Regina’s desire for this relationship and for romantic love in general and her belief that her loss of it is karmic.  That’s why she goes looking for the author.  It is her central motivating force.

No matter how much whining you do about the idiocy of the pixie dust plot device will change that this is the story they told.  If it’s the story they should have told is a debatable point.  If there were better stories they could have told is a debatable point.  But pretending that this material isn’t relevant just because you don’t want it to be is silly.


Oh and let’s go back to how her entire soul broke in two.  So you don’t like Outlaw Queen.  How about some Stable Queen.

1.18

2.05

REGINA MILLS HAS A STORY THAT IS EXPLICITLY ONE OF WANTING, LOOSING, AND REDISCOVERING ROMANTIC LOVE (AND LOOSING IT AGAIN).

If you are saying that is not her story you have willfully ignored entire swaths of the narrative that don’t fit your desires.  Frankly I don’t care.  You are perfectly welcome to not like Outlaw Queen (or Stable Queen but I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like Stable Queen).  But you look like a fool to sit here and argue that Regina doesn’t want romantic love.

This is the danger of skipping scenes you do not like and not taking the writing of your NoTP seriously while still claiming to meta about one of the characters involved.

You can not discuss Regina Mills canon story and ignore Outlaw Queen.  You can’t.  

lol the notes on my post about kstew being bi were a mess and im just sick of this discourse. if you cant see why calling yourself gay is inappropriate when ur bi no matter what the context i guess we just have to agree to disagree but its funny how gay ppl are often accused of biphobia for not wanting our words appropriated and shit but we cant call yall out on ur homophobic bullshit like whatever

like the fact that every word to describe “exclusively attracted to the same sex” has been hijacked by bis no matter what like we could start referring to ourselves as homosexuals again and they would still do it
also i dont think u can compare lesbians calling themselves gay to bi ppl doing it.. gay does apply to both men and women homos now and has for a long time… it will NEVER mean bi

Second Year on the Job

Where in the world do I begin? Hello, my name is Jonathan Dart, and as of one year ago today, I am the official lead of the IT department at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You read that correctly. For one crazy year now I’ve been maintaining the technological necessities of both students and professors alike.

In that time I’ve made countless friends, discovered exciting new things in this insane world around me, punched a man in the face, tricked the school into buying me a coffee maker, caused a school-wide arguement over the logistics of lightsabers and magic, adopted a pig, compared Lockhart’s love for alliteration with ‘Magic Tree House’ novels, accidentally portkeyed myself into a government official’s apartment, and began dating an amazing girl who can change her own face at will.

But beyond all that, I somehow managed to find an outstandingly amazing group of readers. From the fateful day in which I went from 3 subscribers to 10,000, all the way up until today where we receive messages and comments daily from dedicated fans. You are the reason I am still here. You are the reason why I am still updating.

From February 1st 2016 to Febuary 1st 2017-
Thank you.
Deeply, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

why is it that this fandom ALWAYS finds something to demonize shiro for?? as if hes gotta be Perfect or hes toxic and a bad leader like??? if its not one thing its another i s2g and now of ALL things i keep seeing angry rants about how shiro treats lance like shit and hes toxic for him or some bullshit like?? that makes me so??? upset and kinda mad tbh??

are we forgetting that it was lance who shiro first extended his hand to?? that shiro told lance in episode one that they should all trust each other and make decisions together?? that lance is always ready with a counterpoint to any strategy shiro makes, but shiro NEVER yells or tells him to shut up or says he’s being stupid, simply counters his arguements with valid points?? that it was shiro that trusted lance to analyze the battleship layouts and double check strategies/ideas when they were going in to rescue allura in s1? that it was shiro who trusted lance to be with him on that mission in beta traz, didnt even try to interrupt him as he took that risky shot to save slav, cause he knew he could do it??

do they have a lot of moments together like keith and shiro or keith and lance do?? no, cause keith and shiro have history, and keith and lance have that constant rivalry to keep them running into each other. shiro and lance havent really found a mutual connection. YET. the crew has been making it a pretty obvious point to develop them individually before getting them to really interact with eachother on deeper levels. they have a plan and frankly peoples lack of trust in the creators and in SHIRO is very disappointing.

shiro isnt perfect, none of them are. he’s only human. but not putting lance on the pedestal that the fandom puts him on and then blaming shiro for lances own insecurities that shiro has had NO WAY or opportunity to really know about or pick up on is ridiculous.

shiro may have a bit of bias for keith, sure, but this fandom is WAY too biased for lance. he’s my favorite too, trust me, i get where some of your disappointment and worry is coming from. but letting it blind you and really get to you when we’re barely on season 2 is too much yall. its not healthy. and its disrespectful too. chill. take a deep breath. have patience. trust the creators, and please trust shiro and stop demonizing him for things out of his control smh.

INTP Arguements

According to tumblr blogs (including mine)

XXXX: Well I think A and B

INTP: Hahaha! Foolish mortal, there is a fatal error in your statement! For you see, B is actually C. You’ve contradicted yourself you foolish fool!

In real life

XXXX: Well I think A and B

INTP’s mind: I don’t think that’s right….in fact B should be more like C…but I’m not completely certain…I haven’t researched everything on this topic….I don’t want to say something stupid, so I’ll just keep to myself.

INTP: Ok.

Meeting Dracos Parents Would Include...
  • Being nervous as hell.
  • “Are you okay?”
  • Draco holding your sweating hand.
  • Lucius hating you the first day he meets you.
  • Narcissa making Lucius apologize.
  • Draco getting into a arguement with Lucius.
  • “Draco it’s okay, nothing I can’t handle.”
  • Narcissa showing you around Malfoy Manor so she can get to know you.
  • “You’re always welcomed here.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy.”
  • “Please, call me Narcissa.”
  • Making Narcissa laugh at dinner.
  • Draco having you stay the night.
  • Dancing with Draco.
  • Overhearing Draco and Narcissa’s conversation about her.
  • “Don’t ever let her go,”
  • “I won’t mum.”
Forgetful

Word Count: 1,380
Reader Gender: Female i guess idk 

Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing

Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff
Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Originally posted by sad--princes

I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.

His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.

“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.

“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.

“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.

“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.

“Slut.” The first one said.

“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.

“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.

“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”

It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.

He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”

“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.

“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.

“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.

I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“Worthless?” I questioned.

“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.

“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”

With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.

“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.

“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.

“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.

“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.

He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.

“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.

“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.

“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.

“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.

“I understood clearly when you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”

“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.

“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.

I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.

I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.

“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.

“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.

“We broke up.” I held back a cry.

“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.

“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.

“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.

“What’s the price?” I eyes him.

“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.

“So the usual?” I questioned, sitting down.