because even if you don't ship it

anonymous asked:

I think I you should stop bullying her because of Fack I mean she ships it so what we know that your against it but you don’t have to call her out and spread drama just because you disagree pls be more mature and both of you just quit it

Bullying her??

Who the hell am I bullying anon? Please tell me. I’m calling this person out because they are literally spreading lies about me. This person, and her friends, have been harassing me and my friends for weeks now all because we made it clear that it’s not okay to ship two 14-year-old kids in real life. This is beyond me saying that shipping fack is not okay, this is me trying to combat the bullshit that they’re trying to get people to believe about me. I’m not saying all fack shippers are psychotic, but this particular group of shippers is. They’re throwing a tantrum and have been sending both me and Jack death threats through anon all fucking day. 

So please, shut the hell up because you have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. 

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When you’re under investigation and unable to act officially but you don’t give a f.. about UN’s orders.
Idk, I just wanted to draw theses two together.

I am seeing a steady shift in the fandom with a few antis coming out saying they want to up and stop being antis but they’re too afraid to leave. And you know what? That’s the most horrific thing about the vld anti community. People siding with them out of fear.

Have you ever really thought about how many users there are on tumblr? On ao3? Wattpad? Have you ever stopped to think about how many people are in your fandom? How that shy girl in the back of the class could be reading gay fanfiction right now? How that one football player sitting with his phone in his lap could be reblogging bxb fanart? Hell, even your teacher could spend their free time on tumblr! Fans are all around us and we have no idea. 

Like I’m here for all the headcanons about Percy being flustered about Annabeth, and how much he loves her but I’m also here for all the posts about Annabeth loving Percy and being flustered by him, and looking at him with heart eyes and just being happy because Percy makes her happy and it’s fucking canon and it’s barely discussed. Annabeth Chase is as in love with Percy like he is in love with her. 

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Hunk, you big, gassy genius!

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Based off @goldentruth813‘s post, have a bit of drarry love  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

anonymous asked:

Same. Personally playing me: a made me incredibly nostalgic for Garrus. Jaal has to be one of the healthiest relationships in bioware history insomuch that it teaches how important communication is (for one). But ... man do I miss the cocky, dorky, Right Hand Man, Garrus "no Shepard without Vakarian" Vakarian

I cannot express to you how much I love Garrus Vakarian. Seriously. 

Garrus will always hold a very special place in my heart because the relationship that developed between him and my Talia Shepard took me completely by surprise and yet it felt incredibly natural. Like that is how her story was always meant to play out.

When I finished ME1, I remember thinking it was weird that there were players who wanted to romance Garrus. I had zero interest in that. Talia was closer to Garrus than anyone else on the Normandy (except Liara) - but he was like a brother to her. That would be strange on so many levels…. not to mention that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around how physical intimacy would even work with a human and a turian. Just… no. I didn’t want to hit that. 

But then ME2 comes along and I am so damn happy to see Garrus again and get him back on my ship and I’m feeling all the “just like old times” vibes and then he starts talking about reach and flexibility and I’m all kinds of confused because do I seriously want to flirt with Garrus now?! When the hell did that happen? And the more I did, the more I was completely won over - not only by his sense of humor and the fact that he is equal parts suave and awkward, but because his romance felt like a completely natural extension of their friendship. They bonded as fellow soldiers, fighting the same fight. They decided to “blow off steam” together as kind of a stepping stone to a less platonic relationship - dipping their toes into a romance they both wanted to explore without either one of them tying the other down. And then, in the very end, there’s no question that they love each other. There don’t need to be grand gestures or proclamations. They both probably knew it long before either one of them said anything. 

And then that god damn ending broke me.

Fucking bar.

Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

why is everybody so upset people ship clalec? so far we had three episodes filled with angry looks, banter and sassy remarks, not to mention “you’re upset by the way jace is looking at her” and “if you really feel that way about her why did you help us”, generally alec being lowkey obsessed with clary and, let’s be real, some real chemistry game going on.

i’m personally not so big on hate-to-love relationships, but how are you all so surprised people who have not read the books jumped on clalec like thirsty wanderers on an oasis.

How many times do the members of got7 have to ask you to stop tagging them in ship posts/talking about ships to them for yall to actually stop. Look, if you wanna ship in private, or on here, whatever, I don’t care. But got7 has asked you and now I am asking you PLEASE DO NOT SHIP THEM TO THEIR FACES. DO NOT COMMENT SHIPS ON THEIR POSTS OR VIDEOS. DO NOT TAG THEM IN SHIP POSTS. DO NOT TAKE SHIP SIGNS TO EVENTS. DO NOT ASK THEM THEIR FAVORITE SHIP. DON’T. TALK TO THEM. ABOUT. SHIPS.

I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.

Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts.  I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.

As a person, I was raised to be open-minded.  I’ve never known any other way to be.  I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose).  My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism).  We have also been familiar with poverty.  The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.

Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan.  I lived through both Bush administrations.  I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.  The AIDS epidemic had barely begun.  PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.  I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys.  The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.

In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”.  I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life.  I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in.  I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.

Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots?  When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics?  And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large.  I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me?  In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.

When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”.  Where?  An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election?  THAT’S what’s threatening you??  I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled?  If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.

Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding.  Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable.  Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.

People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified.  People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See?  We were right all along!”.  People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.  

We’re now all experiencing the consequences.  If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it.  Then where would the “fascism” be?  Still hiding.  Cowering.  Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now.  And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem.  We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.

And it is being abused.  We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum.  This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”.  All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do.  If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.

I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before.  All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people.  Nearly ALL people.  And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away.  Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide.  When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you?  And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”?  When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs?  Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.

Remember when the Calculator made Barbara dream to get into her head and discover all Oracle’s secret and in her perfect dream she’s with Dick and they call each other honey and they’re literally mom and dad with proud Grandpa!Jim and Tim and Damian being adorable to the side?

Yeah.

Also her subconscious is hilarious.

- I don’t think [Bruce] is gonna make it.

- Have a little faith, huh?

aka Red Robin: a summary

Damian pls, no birds pun while we eat the turkey.

(I’m just gonna ignore that neither are you because I’m trying not to cry here)

Jim and Damian are about to start a food fight, don’t even try convince me otherwise.

Batgirl (2009) Issue #11

Everyone is promoting this season as funny and sexy and honestly I’m soooo tired of it. When will they realize that the only thing we want is for the characters to have ACTUAL and ADULT conversations and solve their problems since they have a lot to figure out and THEN we can have funny and sexy. Seriously Jackson and April, Alex and Jo and Owen and Amelia haven’t talked to each other all 13b 🙄 but sure let’s have 38474839394 love triangles.

  • Sakura: Sarada, how was school today?
  • Sarada: Terrible. Inojin, that idiot, tried to kiss me. I kicked him between the legs for that.
  • Ino: Oh you shouldn't have sweetie, he's gonna need those parts later.
  • Sarada: Aunt Ino, you are here? (turns and notices her mom slipping a bill under the table) What are you guys doing?
  • Sakura: Just drinking tea and gossiping, we haven't chatted in a while-
  • Sarada: No, I mean, the thing you did under the table... Mama, are you betting on my lovelife again?
  • Sakura: Honey, let me explain...
  • Ino: Don't blame us, sweetie, your mama trained under the greatest gambler after all.
  • Sarada: Urgh, I can't believe you, mama! I'm going to train with papa this evening because at least he doesn't gamble on my life choices.
  • -same time, different location-
  • Naruto: Soo... Boruto said Sarada let him borrow her notes today. Pay up, moron.
  • Sasuke: Tch, that son of a bitch.
  • Naruto: Sasuke, language!
  • Sasuke: Sorry.
  • Naruto: ... (waiting for his money)
  • Sasuke: (whispers) That son of an idiot.
  • Naruto: ... Okay I heard that!

anonymous asked:

I'm glad you liked the ask~<3 But seriously, people who ship sheith, hance, klance, shallura, shance, and heith all have mocked me for shipping shunk just because 'they don't have any interaction' 'Shiro barely knows Hunk is part of the team' 'Even shidge and hidge would be more canon' and it breaks my heart...

How is that even a thing?? Like, how can anyone say Shiro barely acknowledges Hunk as part of the team?

Remember when Hunk specifically crawled behind Shiro for protection when the castle’s doors first opened?

And yes, crawled.

Honestly I really love their relationship, simple as it is? Because Hunk has a certain maturity and sensibility that matches Shiro’s own.

They complement each other so well? Like when Hunk mentions wanting to return to the Balmera to save Shay and Lance argues with “wow, you’re really hang up on that lady” but Shiro doesn’t even question it because he knows Hunk’s serious about it. He’s all just “sure, let’s launch the castle and go” and they go.

Remember when Hunk wanted to comfort Shay about being able to beat the robeast but he was struggling with what to say (Hunk is a pretty anxious dude) and in comes Shiro, finishing the sentence for him

And Hunk has the softest voice when he says “thank you, Shiro” immediately after

Like, characters like Lance and Keith, they have a great deal of respect for Shiro. Understandable, given their past. But Hunk doesn’t have one, at all. Hunk really only met Shiro for the first time in the desert shack and yes, of course he respects Shiro, but it’s not an old sentiment. Everything he knows about Shiro, it’s stuff he’s finding out about now. And if Hunk disagrees with Shiro, he will voice it. He doesn’t let that respect for him hold him down.

And that’s something that I really appreciate about these two.

So huh… yeah, they do interact. Not as much as the others, but saying it’s non-existent or badly there is factually wrong.

They support each other.