because i couldn't think of any

You know that side mission (not sure which category it was in btw) where you chase after the first pregnant woman in Andromeda? It pissed me off so much. And I didn’t even get the chance to call this person a selfish egocentric asshole either.

Think about it, she decided to bring a child into the world because she couldn’t wait any longer, and what kind of world was she bringing that child into? One were starvation was a very real possibility! In no way was the Initiative ready to take care of kids. It couldn’t even take care of its own damn people at that point. But noooo let’s steal some of the limited supplies and fuck off to have a kid that will either starve or at best end up in Kadara Port? And the hellscape that place was before we arrived. UGH.

Really, if Ryder hadn’t shown up and started making the Initiative viable that kid would have been fucked. All because their mom felt they couldn’t wait any longer. Even though I’m fairly certain it must have been discussed before that the blockers were there for a reason and that any one signing up for the Initiative had to respect the fact that they would have to wait to bring in tiny vulnerable babies into the world until the Initiative could support them.

And that’s not even getting into the fact that by doing this this stellar mom also almost condemned this kid to a special kind of loneliness. I mean now that the Initiative is growing I’m sure they’ll remove the blockers for more couples, but if that hadn’t happen (and stellar mom had no reason to believe it fucking would), her kid would have been the only person of that age, he’d be much younger than most people and possibly much older than the generation closest to him.

Presuming he hadn’t just ended up being one of the last humans as I’m not sure the people who left the Nexus can ever have their blockers removed (now they can but before would the nexus have helped them? did they take medication with them?)…. so he could very well have ended up being the Omega man.



Impressive, I know. Very few can achieve a mastery of the sky. Yet I have made an art of creating an updraft that allows me to soar. It’s considered to be quite the masterpiece of aerial techniques, even among the Rito. With propre utilization of my superior skills, I see no reason why we couldn’t easily dispense with Ganon. Now then, my ability to explore the firmament is certainly of note… But let’s not -pardon me for being so blunt- let’s not forget the fact that I am the most skilled archer of all the Rito. Yet despise these truths, it seems that I have been tapped to merely assist you. All because you happen to have that little darkness-sealing sword on your back. I mean, it’s just… asinine. Unless… you think you can prove me wrong? Maybe we should just settle this one on one? But where…? Oh, I know! How about up there? Oh, you must pardon me. I forgot you have no way of making it up to that Divine Beast on your own! Good luck sealing the darkness!

Thoughts on Quiet BPD

When asked about BPD, most people who know about this disorder immediately think of the “classic” symptoms: impulsive behaviors and episodes of rage. The same holds true for even mental health professionals.

But rage and impulsivity are only two out of the nine criteria in determining whether someone has BPD. Some people with BPD—myself included—meet the criteria for a diagnosis but do not use these “acting out behaviors.”

So what does it mean to have quiet BPD?

You probably still suffer from extreme mood swings and emotional reactivity, self-harm and suicidal ideation, chronic feelings of emptiness, paranoid ideation, dissociation, a lack of identity, and the intense fear of abandonment we love so very much (disclaimer: we hate it.).

And it may well be that your relationships are stormy as well—even if the other person has no freaking idea how distressing said friendship is to you.

How is that possible? Well, we feel the same things other people with BPD feel: we idealize you and become deeply emotionally attached to you, then suddenly we become emotionally cold and distant toward you over just a minor disappointment, we’re kept awake at night by paranoia that you secretly hate us because you didn’t text us back immediately, we spiral into crushing depression over the littlest things you say and do.

But the difference lies in how we express it.

With “classic” BPD you may tell the other person what you’re feeling. You may accuse the person of lying to you, avoiding you, abandoning you, etc. You may display anger toward the other person or get into arguments. The other person becomes aware of what you’re thinking and feeling. Not so with quiet BPD.

I almost never tell my friends what’s going through my mind unless they ask. I’m too terrified of being a burden to them. I internalize this tempest of dysphoria, letting it fester for weeks and months. I will drop off your radar, distancing myself from you without you even noticing. Unless you reach out to me, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll isolate myself, forever convinced you hate me and that you’re better off not dealing with my burdensome self… even if there’s no evidence to suggest this. Even if we’ve literally been best friends for years.

You may not notice this shift at all, simply because I don’t express it. The friendship may not be distressing for you, but it’s sure as hell distressing for me. I’ve cycled through so many friendships in this way, in near constant agony as a result—and the vast majority of my friends had no idea.

I’m obsessed over this idea that I’m a burden. That my very existence is an annoyance to everyone, and so I very frequently deny myself the very emotion so often associated with BPD: anger.

I loathe myself so much I feel I don’t have the right to be angry for myself.

Sure, I can feel anger all right. If you slight a friend or family member of mine, I cannot begin to describe the rage that wells up inside me.

But if you insult me? I’ll sink to depression and probably agree with you (this has happened multiple times).

People with different types of BPD respond differently to the same triggers. For some, if they feel you’re going to abandon them or that you don’t care about them, they respond with anger. Others act impulsively in hopes of relieving some of their pain. But I respond by turning inward. I justify these “signs” that everyone in my life hates me—the same signs recognized by people with “classic” BPD—by deciding that if I’m going to be abandoned, well, it’s because I deserve to be. If you do hate me, it’s because I am, in fact, absolute scum. My BPD takes these signs and twists them into reinforcement of my extreme self-loathing. If anything, I’ll be angry with myself.

This translates into “acting in” behaviors that aren’t as obvious as impulsive behaviors. I self-harm and don’t tell a soul about it, I lock myself in my room and cry for hours, I become so emotionally numb I just stare at the wall all day, I’ll sleep for an entire weekend to escape my pain, I’ll even deny myself food because what’s the point of extending my lifespan, especially if I don’t deserve it?

Any kind of BPD sucks, quiet or otherwise. But raising awareness about quiet BPD is crucial: professionals may not realize we have BPD because we don’t fit the “classic” model, and thus we end up spending years misdiagnosed or in treatment that doesn’t address what’s actually going on with us. We could be spared YEARS of additional suffering by getting the correct treatment as soon as possible. So let’s raise awareness, shall we?

  • Me: Ugh I don’t really like when the cast does cons because it stresses me out. We never really find out any new info and things are taken way out of context.
  • Bob (regarding Bellarke): I know where we are going because I have read scripts. I will try to avoid that question.
  • Bob (if Bellamy has feelings for Clarke): I definitely think that they’re pushing the audience to think that way.

anonymous asked:

My bf and I went to the movies and while the trailers were playing, he slipped his hand under my short skirt, pulled my panties aside, and fingered me while whispering "look how wet you are already, you little slut." He kept going until I almost came but then he abruptly stopped when the movie started. There were people sitting behind us but I don't think they noticed anything. After the movies we fucked in his car in the parking lot because I couldn't wait any longer.

anonymous asked:

I love that you made Bramble such a beefcake, of course, I couldn't imagine him any other way at this point lmao

yeah!!! i figured since bramble has 2 parents who are pure TC then he would become a pretty beefy dude. tbh i don’t think he’d reach his full weight/height till around 3 years so during TNP he’s not as muscular as he ends up being

and hawk is a bit smaller, still stocky but nowhere near Tiger/Bramble because Sasha is more on the petite side, especially compared to Goldenflower’s size and fluff  

Okay I feel like I'm qualified to speak on this because I'm in french trois (three) (3) and see there's some explaining that needs to be done.

What William said was “Je veux pousser cette dame veille en bas des escaliers,” which SOUNDS like “I want to push that old lady down the stairs.” HOWEVER, if you have ever taken even one french class or have any basic understanding of the language itself you would KNOW that pousser means “to embrace” not “to push” and “escaliers” means “heart” not “stairs.” What William ACTUALLY said was “I want to embrace that old woman down my heart.” Now, “down my heart,” is the French equivalent of the English term of endearment, “from the bottom of my heart.” Furthermore, to embrace or greet someone in French culture is to kiss them on the cheek, a gesture of love one could assume, SO WHAT HE MEANT WAS, “I want to love that old woman from the bottom of my heart.” Maybe stop assuming things and pick up a french textbook my goodness, I hate how the people in the tag always jump to conclusions. This is why I left the fandom years ago.

the best thing about this whole dang dress fiasco is the starkids reaction to it

Nothing But Love
  • Peter Capaldi: My wife and I have been married for 25 years, we've been together for 31 years and this year we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary and I made a little film, made up of old super 8 movies from our past, including our wedding day, and I put it, I used that track as the soundtrack to it. Because I think it's a beautiful song, and it says so much about us, and how lucky I am.
  • Jo Whiley: You're wife is smiling at us.
  • PC: She's smiling. I'm very, very lucky. She's a wonderful, wonderful person and also she's, she's never been into Doctor Who.
  • JW: Was she not a member of the Doctor Who Appreciation Society?
  • PC: We didn't meet through Doctor WHo and I don't think she ever really watched an episode before I showed up in it, so she's now quite an expert on Doctor WHo. But she's been fantastic, through it all, because it changes your life a lot and I couldn't have done any of it without her. So thank you.

*whispers* tfp ratchet becomes a decepticon au

anonymous asked:

i just started posting my art on tumblr but its getting zero attention. i was wondering what was it like when you started (you probably posted one of your amazing drawings and tumblr broke for the day because it couldn't handle your badass art lol) also do you have any advice for taking pics of traditional art? should i make them more artsy with props and angles or should it just be simple and neat pic of just the drawing?

Look at that badass first drawing I posted on tumblr that have… OH MY!…

the whole 8 notes!!! Amazing! I still don’t know how tumblr managed to survive this.

I had had a deviantart account before I joined tumblr (but I think it’s even harder to be noticed on deviantart).
Anyway, my first tumblr blog wasn’t exclusively my art, I reblogged other people’s art and edits and… everything really. Also, I drew shit tons of Sherlock fanart and some nice people with bigger number of followers reblogged my drawings. Still, the most popular piece got maybe 3k notes.
I made atalienart in december 2014 and for four months not much happened. The post that got the most notes (1070!) was a tutorial. Then this drawing happened and people liked it very much and some other drawings got around 5k notes since then yay! :)
And then (…I have a feeling I use “then” too often…), almost a year after I’d started my art blog, Draco Malfoy changed my life bringing more and more followers, asks and interest. And look where I am now, with my wasted life, not a single message from Rowling, 4/10, don’t recommend.

Also, no advice for taking pictures of your art because it all depends on your aesthetics. I like both, I mean I’m not that interested in your fancy markers laying next to your drawing, I won’t reblog the picture for the Fancy-fix 5mm Chisel Tip Liquid Chalk Marker Pen, I’ll reblog if I like the art. But I saw some really pretty compositions that I liked. Sometimes I even like enjoy those photos of screens with drawings better than the “normally” posted drawings… idk man, whatever tingles your pringles.

Such a long answer, sorry. Good luck with your art! :)

anonymous asked:

I agree with the previous anon, I remember thinking there couldn't be any more handsome men after seeing soo ho and dji wi but then the motherfucker yeo wool appeared and I couldn't believe there existed such beauty and that I was blessed to be able to witness it and I just had to pause the episode because damn

i feel like if the hwarangs are a boy group, yeo wool will be everyone’s bias wrecker. i mean look at this mother fucker without the long hair and he still slays. 

yeo wool? more like yeo-wanna-fuck? hell yes!

and he can turn sexy to straight up cutie patootie. 

bless cho yoon woo. 

anonymous asked:

Lance, because of his insecurities, is fully aware of his crush on Keith for the longest time he felt like Keith was this great, amazing pilot and that he couldn't match up so why would Keith even pay him any attention or care about him (which... fed into the rivalry Lance built up, since it meant that Lance got Keith's attention)


for my Klance Lance insecurity headcanons, i think Lance has deeper feelings for Keef but he’s scared of rejection and already convinced himself Keith would never like him back like that so he avoids them like the plague…….aaaa

It’s not fair that you’re still the only person that can make me smile even when I’m so incredibly down. It’s not fair that your voice is the only thing that seems to calm me down when I’m thinking about getting out of town and never seeing this place again. It’s not fair that your eyes locked on mine makes me feel more cared for than my own family does. It’s not fair that you left and found new places to leave pieces of your heart after I let you into my head. It’s not fair that I’m still upset and you seem just fine. It may not be fair but I wouldn’t have it any other way because when I think about you with your eyes still so bright… It makes me happy again. It’s not fair but I hope you’re so unbelievably happy. That’s the only thing that makes this unfairness bearable.
—  It’s not fair that you don’t think about me anymore, but it’s still okay.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any qualms about romancing Reyes? I was romancing him but I couldn't follow through because of some of the things he did. He seems to be almost as bad as Sloane to me. And he keeps a pretty big secret from you. I don't know how to feel about that.

Anon, you’re talking to a women who shipped her femShep with Kai Leng - and Reyes is one of the good guys in my mind. Yeah, he steps into the grey zone every now and again, but I think he’s a good guy who does some bad things for good reasons.

So I have zero qualms about romancing Reyes. 

I think he’s sexy and confidant and amazing and Sirius digs him; totally and completely.  I think his actions are justifiable given the circumstances he’s in, and, without spoiling his secret and his actions for anyone who hasn’t played his arc, his reasons for not telling Ryder his secret straight away is completely understandable to me. Aaaand I’m going to use it in my fic, lol.


Combeferre: Basically if the person has fought for freedom, or is currently fighting for freedom, Enjolras likes them

Enjolras: Or if they help people!

Combeferre: Or if they help people.

starscrumbling  asked:

i had this chloenette idea where chloe and mari are partnered for this art project and chloe is all ready to be Fighting™ but mari decides she just wants to get this over with and along the way chloe looks over at her and idk mari is doing something cute like sticking her tongue out and chloe is like "....oh" and starts blushing like mad and mari is just like "???" and awkwardness ensues

……… *frantically grabs her keyboard*

Words: 1809

Chloe heard her name and Marinette’s name called out by their teacher, and she wanted to freaking die. 

After the first couple of projects where work wasn’t handed in, two separate projects were handed in out of spite, and presentations just dissolved into heated arguments and angrily waving laser pointers, it became an unspoken rule amongst their teachers that Chloe and Marinette could not be partnered together for projects. Seriously. It was for the safety and sanity of the whole class. For the greater good. For peace and prosperity. 

Clearly their art teacher didn’t give a single crap about that. 

Marinette just let out a flat, stern, “No.”

“Ditto,” Chloe snarled. “Keep her five hundred and ten feet away from me or I swear to god I’m going to have an aneurism.” 

Their art teacher sounded much to patient with them, and Chloe found the whole thing suspicious. “Darlings, it’s actually wonderful that you two don’t see eye to eye. The whole point of the project is to display two different interpretations of the same scene. Disagreements are encouraged!”

“I don’t think you understand,” Marinette explained. “You put us at the same table, and I will not be held responsible for any damages when I kill her.”

“Oh bite me, Dupain-Cheng! I’m wearing heels today. Don’t make me dropkick you.”

Marinette snorted. “Sure you’re not going to break a nail putting in some actual physical effort?”

Chloe smirked cruelly. “Oh, I’ll be breaking something alright….”

“Girls!” their teacher interrupted. “Enough of this nonsense, you’re young ladies! Group assignments are final. But since you two seem so privy towards enacting bodily harm, you’ll be sitting at my desk at the front of the room so I can keep an eye on you. One argument, and I’ll mark you both down 3 points. Is that understood?”

Chloe felt her eye twitch. She’d already been getting notes home from her teachers about issues regarding homework assignments that looked to similar to others in her class and group projects where she admittedly contributed a minimal amount of effort. She really couldn’t afford to be knocked down points because Marinette decided to be a literal nightmare. She didn’t think her father would be too pleased to see her come home with another note to sign and another pile of extra homework. 

Crap. She was going to have to be civil. Gross. 

Their teacher clapped her hands impatiently. “Move along now, ladies. Grab your sketchbooks and come sit up here. Time is precious!”

Chloe made a show of grabbing her art supplies, huffing as loudly as she could, and stomping over to their teacher’s desk. Marinette slumped down in the seat right next to Chloe, both of them keeping their gazes straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge each other. They had a full view of the entire class that was already hurriedly getting to work on their own projects, meanwhile Chloe was quickly trying to calculate how she was going to survive this period without wanting to bang her head against the chalkboard. 

Marinette broke first. “We get this over with as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Well, duh. No need to sit here with you any longer than necessary.”

“God, would you stop for two seconds? Look, we don’t necessarily have to talk to each other to do this. We have the prompt, and we can just sketch our interpretations on our own. We’ll…..just pretend we talked together about it afterwards and bullshit the reports later. Sound like a plan?”

“A plan where I don’t have to interact with you? It’s like freakin’ heaven on Earth. I wonder where the choir of angels is.”

Marinette let out a withering sigh as Chloe smirked and turned to her sketchpad. “Let’s just….work. And not speak to each other. Can we do that?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Chloe answered. “You make it sound as if I’m dreading the very thought.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t as horrible as Chloe was anticipating it would be. Once the two of them buckled down to do their own work, it was very easy to pretend that Marinette didn’t exist. Plus there was nothing more encouraging than having their teacher stare them down critically from across the room to make sure they didn’t attack each other in the middle of the class period. Chloe supposed that the impending threat of a failing grade was also a pretty good motivator as well. However, Chloe wasn’t much of an artist and personally didn’t see the point of the art classes they took anyway. It only took her about 15 minutes to grow completely bored before she dropped her pencil and peeked over at Marinette’s work. 

It was so annoying that Marinette was such a good artist. One, because Chloe hated admitting that Marinette was better than her at anything, and two because there was no way for Chloe to spontaneously become a better artist to spite Marinette back. Chloe wasn’t a bad artist per se, but staring in between their two sketchbooks was downright infuriating and Chloe was so tempted to make a biting comment just to piss Marinette off. She remembered to reign herself in and instead pulled out her cellphone to take a break for a couple of minutes before trying to draw again. 

Chloe had refreshed her Facebook news feed three times when she suddenly heard humming coming from her right. She rolled her eyes and was about to tell Marinette to shut the ever loving hell up – Facebook required concentration for God’s sake – but she turned to Marinette and felt her jaw go slack. 


She must’ve really not been paying attention because she didn’t even notice when Marinette pulled out her pigtails and threw her hair up into a bun. The baby hairs at the back of her neck were hanging loose, and there was one strand of hair tickling the side of her cheek. Chloe didn’t think she’d ever seen Marinette in a bun before. It was….odd, but in a way that didn’t fill Chloe with annoyance. If anything, she had to grudgingly admit that she looked….nice with her hair up. Softer somehow. 

The sleeves to her button down were rolled up to her elbows, probably because the charcoal sticks she was using were getting all over her fingers and forearms. There was just a small smudge of black on the bridge of Marinette’s nose – like she’d rubbed her face and didn’t realize she’d accidentally dirtied it – and damn it all, it was cute. Chloe glared at the thought. Well that was ridiculous. Since when was Marinette cute? That was such a wrong word to use for her. Marinette was infuriating, unsupportable, and most certainly not aesthetically pleasing, adorable messy buns and charcoal smudges aside. 

It was then that Chloe recognized the song that Marinette was humming along to – some new, catchy hit that had been repeating on the radio all week. Marinette was bobbing her head and swaying her body along to the beat while she worked, as if having a song and a rhythm in her head helped her work. She started smiling when she got to the chorus, and just as she started brushing her middle finger across her project to smudge her lines, her tongue came poking out of the corner of her mouth as she began concentrating even harder. 

Chloe blinked. Shit. Okay. Fine. That was really precious. Super adorable. She didn’t think people actually did that, yet here was Marinette doing that and looking downright charming while she did it. The whole image was just so completely non threatening, and it didn’t make Chloe want to hate her. It made Chloe want to tuck her loose hairs into her bun, rub the smudge off her nose, and watch her while she worked. Marinette was so often fighting with her, it wasn’t often that Chloe got to observe her sit so still and act so absorbed in her work. It was surprising, was all. So surprising that Chloe just kept staring at every little detail just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. After all, she didn’t really want to work on her project. And she had nothing else better to do…

“Um….can I help you?”

Chloe blinked, shook her head, and was suddenly meeting eyes with a very perplexed looking Marinette. She’d stopped sketching and was regarding Chloe cautiously. Chloe realized that she was still facing Marinette. Crap. Had she spaced out? Had she caught her staring? Dammit. 

“N-Nothing,” Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t need anything from you, Marinette.”

Marinette raised a brow. “You were staring…”

“Was not!”

“Yes,” Marinette replied patiently. “Yes you were, you were totally spaced out and staring right at me. What is it?”

Marinette didn’t sound angry or annoyed. She just sounded confused, which meant that Chloe hadn’t done something irritating like she normally did. She’d done something weird and that was enough to have Marinette looking at her like she’d suddenly started handing out presents and compliments to her entire class. God, what the hell was she thinking? How had she not noticed where her gaze was falling? How on Earth was she supposed to explain her way out of this one?

“Don’t flatter yourself darling,” Chloe tried to recover. “This project is abysmally boring, and I was trying to drown out everything around me. Like I would waste my time staring at someone like you.”

It seemed to have worked because Marinette responded by rolling her eyes and turning back to her project. “Whatever you say, Chloe….”

Chloe breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and decided now was as good a time as any to go back to her own drawing. The fewer chances she gave herself to stare at Marinette, the better. 

Not that it mattered anyway, because Marinette was still humming next to her. Which made Chloe think of her cute head bobbing. Which made her think of her lovely hairstyle. Which made her think how nice Marinette looked in button downs. Which made her think how darling it was that Marinette pouted her lips while she sketched. Which made her think how in the hell she hadn’t noticed that Marinette was freakin’ beautiful this entire time?!

Chloe paused. 

Okay. Okay, yeah, so she definitely just thought that. Shit. 



Chloe Bourgeois!” her teacher hollered from the other end of the room. “Mind your language please!”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked sideways at Marinette who was staring at her oddly again before shaking her head and turning back to her drawing. Chloe pressed her fingertips to her temples and leaned her elbows on the table, staring at the desktop in abject disbelief. 

Yup. There was that aneurism. 

trans-party-boy  asked:

I recently came out as trans to my significant other, and they promptly dumped me. I knew they were transphobic, but i couldn't help but feel like they should've accepted me and loved me for who i am. Any advice?

I had to dump my ex because he refused to accept me for who I was when I came out numerous times (he wanted to stay with me, but wanted me to not transition)

My advice is: it’s okay to feel sad about it. It’s okay to grieve a lost relationship and think back on better times. It is equally important that you give yourself space and time to heal, and know that in the long run you will be better off. You will grow into the person you want to be. You may even find someone who will love you for who you are, not for who you have been forced to be. 

Realize that people can hold good inside them as well as bad, and it’s okay to miss them for the good times you remember. You don’t have to live with the bad though. How one person acts is not a reflection on you- it is on them.

It will suck, it will hurt, but you will come out of it. It will be okay, and you will be happier.

- Mod K

Things I just realized: I want a conversation on Voltron like the one from Atlantis about their names.

“Tell me more about your companions. The engineer, he is called Big Guy?”
“No, that’s Hunk.”
“He is what?”
“The engineer. He’s Hunk.”
“Oh, he is very sexually attractive.”
“No, no, no, that…that’s his name.”
“His name is Sexually Attractive?”
"No, Hunk. Well, I mean, he’s attractive, too.”
"So all of your engineers are very attractive?”
"No. Well, I..I’m sure some are. Ours is, but that’s not a requirement. You’re missing the point.”
"You are confusing me.”
“Ok, so big guys are hunks, but that is not what yours is called. Hunk is attractive, but that is not his name. Shiro is a hunk, but he is not your engineer. And the little one making eyes at all of the robots called Pidge, she is your pet?”
“Close enough…”