because i know people who will

idk man the thing that sucks about not being really pretty is that no matter what you tell yourself and what your friends might say, you sort of always know that you’re just not. and i’m not talking about being stubborn and fishing for compliments, it’s just knowing that you’re not conventionally attractive, that people on the street won’t double-take when you pass by them, that people won’t be flustered trying to talk to you. and i know looks aren’t everything but damn it sure feels like it when you aren’t absolutely gorgeous

not to sound like an Abused Kid™ but parents and other adults are untrustworthy and can turn on you without a moment’s notice

senshiofmom  asked:

Top 10 sailor Moon Monster of the week

10. Screaming violin woman (093)

9. Pegasus hits the gym (143)

8. WHAT the ACTUAL HELL (151)

7. An 80s stripper who also happens to be a shoe (106)

6. Me (114)

5. The animation department had a lot of extra pink paint (174)

4. An elephant vacuum cleaner, but like in a sexy way (094)

3. My breasts are two small screaming snowmen (038)

2. Ball Family (132, 140, 146)

1. A straight-up, actual volcano (067)

people who don’t like hunk genuinely confuse me. what has hunk ever done wrong? name one time hunk has done something wrong. see? you can’t. he is perfect.

anonymous asked:

bucky tell us a story about darcy

darcy lewis goes drinking with thor.

that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.

a not-entirely-earthling stinky boy

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

popular tumblr post: don’t date or be friends with people who [trait i have because of my personality disorder]

me: :-)

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:
Nathaniel

Looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:
Kentin

Looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll:
Lysander

Looks like could kill you and could actually kill you:
Castiel

Sinnamon roll:
Armin

Let’s be honest, I would date every member of the 1991-1994 Gryffindor Quidditch team

(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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Hairstyles with R!Genji! And a bonus canon Genji because he is beautiful and I love him

sugasets → gintoukis

For my love, Gintama’s Sakata Gintoki. ♡ Please like if you see this! Mutuals, I would appreciate if you could reblog as well! ♡

Y’all, what should I look for in someone’s chart in terms of financial fraud and, like, stealing people’s money (a.k.a. being manipulative) but also being really good at it lol 

okay since some people don’t get it, i’m going to spell it out very clearly for you: i do not want bts to attend billboard music awards because they will not be treated with the respect they deserve.

u KNOW they’re going to be be subject to all this racist bullshit bc they’re in a foreign country and a culture they don’t know, which makes for perfect slander material for everything they do. i don’t want them to go through what people like me, whose parents immigrated here and therefore had no way to connect their children to “classic american” outlets of western culture, or those who are of east-asian descent in general, have to go through every day. and i have the privilege to be an american citizen who is fluent in english.

kpop is impactful to me. it’s not just something “exotic and fun” that i can call myself special for just bc i listen to it instead of typical western pop. i never have & never will see any kpop group as a facet of music, albeit international. yes, i understand the faults w an industrialized music market, but non-asians (specifically white people, please know your place in this discussion) don’t always understand what it feels like to be able to see someone who looks like you become a celebrity and fucking excel at it.

growing up, i used to watch mulan every single day bc the main character was chinese. she was the ONLY way i could find myself in mass media bc i had never seen someone who was “famous” on television w/o them being portrayed in a racist manner or were a side character with a stereotypical personality. i have never been a main character. i have never seen myself get to be the hero. i was always the ching chong ling long, opium smuggler, too-many-teethed, slanted-eyed, flat-nosed, single braided, yellow skinned savage who was either blindly submissive or violent to our White Lead Main Character.

but then? to experience a world where asian idols were the ONLY celebrities there shook me to the core. nobody was white. nobody spoke english. it was all made in korea and the people looked like me and oftentimes came from my country and it was liberating to know that i could maybe achieve something the way all the idols have and when it started to spread it was like people were looking at us differently bc now everyone knows what we can do and have to pay attention to us outside of 4.0GPAs and acceptance into stanford and piano playing prodigies.

i don’t want bts to go to the bmmas because they’re going to be subject to the world i live in. i’ve never owned bts or claimed to know what’s best their group or ever once believed they need me, as a fan, to baby them and prevent them from experience the world in all its flaws, but i’m deadass scared of the shit they’ll get solely for showing up at billboard. again, i don’t know bts and they will never know me, but just know that i’m sorry anyway.

i’m real fucking sorry.

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You’re not a couple that gets focus until the Cone has seen both people involved together and judged the ship. (Except his own, which he’s admitted he can’t accurately judge. I’m sure Yumi and Shuukichi will get judgement eventually.)

I’ve lived in this house for 6 years and still don’t know any of my neighbors names

anonymous asked:

How is... Reyna white....?