but i was extremely happy with the outcome

in the comments of videos about Ray/Saeran’s bad ends, one thing really stands out to me 

so many people commenting “is this really a bad end?” or “this is better than the good end!” or other things like that, implying that Saeran’s endings are a positive outcome 

all I can think is what the fuck? 

Listen, I love Saeran Choi. I want him to be happy. But that’s just it–I want him to be actually happy. I want him to be in a state where he can recover from his traumas on his own two feet, where he isn’t drugged up and compliant to whoever is ordering him around, where he isn’t brainwashed into hating his brother. 

The reactions I see to the interactions between Ray and MC… I really can’t fathom it. People saying it’s cute, sweet, etc? Ray’s interactions make me uncomfortable

I can see how unhealthy this state of being is from a mile away, and I assumed other people could see that too. Or is it just ignored? 

He doesn’t like/love MC, he’s obsessed with her. He’s expressed that he wants to control her, code her mind like a program into feeling what he wants her to feel. 

the entire point of this story arc is to recognize the difference between love and obsession! The realization that people can’t fix their issues with romance, but need to work on themselves in order to find a place where they can be in healthy relationships!

that was literally the whole point of V’s romance arc, the point that it wasn’t romantic while he was trying to figure his shit out 

yet that gets completely ignored when it comes to Ray, who showers you in affection before he even knows you, who gets extremely unstable at the imagined presence of betrayal. 

I hate what happens to him in the good / normal ends, I do. It’s the last thing I’d want for him. But just because what happens in his bad ends is better than that doesn’t mean it’s a positive outcome in any way. 

He will not be happy in his bad ends, they showed us that. He will be suspicious, jealous, controlling, and possessive. He doesn’t know how to actually trust, so if he perceives betrayal, it won’t matter what you say. 

What Saeran needs to find actual happiness is detox, a lot of therapy, and some very long / difficult conversations with his brother. Oh, you know, like he got in the secret end.

(English Script) Mafumafu’s new “Slime-Making” video

Mafumafu posted a new live-action “cooking” video so I translated the whole script! Again, I can’t add subs to his channel because he doesn’t have community contributions enabled, so you’ll have to read it in text form, sorry ;; I tried to break the lines up by “scene” in my usual script format, but Mafu is the only “speaker” in this video, so I apologize if it’s hard to follow or anything. You can watch the original video through the link above. Enjoy!

(Btw no, he never said who was filming this whole thing, if you were wondering~ Also if you catch any references or anything that I may have missed since I don’t play Dragon Quest, please let me know! )

Please do not reprint these translations without permission or use them to upload subbed versions of the video to any site.

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anonymous asked:

Can I please get headcanons for Toshinori, Hizashi and Aizawa with a S/O who is almost always baking something.

All Might

  • He’d be happy to see his partner do something that they enjoy doing for fun
  • He’d ask questions like what they’re baking, how long is it going to take, and if they’ll share
  • Would complement the outcome of the food and say it looks great. He would gratefully eat the pastries or cookies that his partner made

Present Mic

  • He would be really ecstatic whenever his partner is baking something and would always want to join
  • He’d ask questions about everything, even when it’s extremely obvious. “Hey what’s that?” “That’s just flour honey don’t touch that”
  • Be the type to ask “is it done?” when you two just put it into the fridge or oven
  • Nice singing sessions whilst waiting for the food to freeze or bake
  • try his best and clean up the mess he you two made 

Aizawa Shota

  • He’d be the person to come into the kitchen once in awhile, see what they’re partner is making. He wouldn’t really mind what his significant other is doing, he’s sure they’re doing it right
  • “do you have a cat cookie cutter?”
  • He would be secretly relieved that his partner does something as a reliever from everyday life and that’s healthy, for the most part.
  • When his significant other asks him to taste it, he’d take a bite and say it’s great but when they’re not looking, he would finish the rest because they’re absolutely amazing like how the hell did they do that

anonymous asked:

So im super confused to why im attracted to junkrat. Why do you like him? I think hes kinda attractive physically but his personality is so catching 😭

(( A majority of people I’ve noticed that like Junkrat (character-wise, not playing-wise) like him because they feel that they’re able to relate to him and his goofy, loud, and chaotic personality in some form of way. Personally I’m just about nothing like Junkrat in person, if anything I’m almost identical to Hanzo in the ways he thinks and acts in (which doesn’t show online, but in real life he is how I am and how I know I’m seen as. Ironically I do archery as well. ). I’m not entirely sure how to explain why I like Junkrat, but I’ll try my best. It’s 1AM as I’m typing this.

I think the reason that I like/love Junkrat as much as I do is because he’s a type of person I would be comfortable around, despite him being almost my opposite. I personally wish I had his sense of carefree-ness, I’m a heavy and deep thinker, I worry and think of every outcome that can happen from my own actions no matter what they are, it gives me stress and headaches. Seeing Junkrat hop and clank around with missing limbs, laughing like a hyena, grenade spamming in every direction, clearly not caring what anyone says about him, and looking like he’s having the absolute time of his life makes me happy to see and also somewhat jealous of because on the inside I want to join in. I’m an extremely anti-social person but I feel like me and Junkrat would get along in our own weird way if we ever met, we could probably be odd but very good friends, and that’s difficult for me to feel with people (both fictional and non-fictional). He does remind me of another character from a game I like too, which is Cicero from Skyrim. I like Cicero for similar reasons as Junkrat, seeing both their own craziness helps relax and calm me.

That was purely my own personal reason for why I like his character, anyone else can feel free to add or reblog their reasons for liking Junkrat too. I’d like to see them. ))

anonymous asked:

Hillary has announced that it was her last campaign for President. What do think about it, and do you still hope that she'll change her mind ? thanks for the pics, btw.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, and as such this is going to be a pretty muddled answer. On the one hand, the selfish one, I want her to run. I want her to be President, I want it to be HER that smashes that glass ceiling, for it to be HER raising her hand on Inauguration Day, and then working from the Oval Office. She’s the President the world needs, the kind the world will always need too - smart, kind, prepared, thoughtful, resilient, and aware of the realities and perils that face us as a planet, not just the United States as a single nation. But I also don’t want her have to through two more years of a campaign. The endless personal attacks, the lies, the demonising of her in a way that still baffles me and makes me feel sick because I honestly can’t imagine why people would hate a woman who wants to give them free health care. The way she’s been treated by opponents, her own side too even, and the media defies logic, because it’s pretty hard to escape the fact that all groups, and indeed the public, decided to judge Hillary Clinton by a set of standards that no other politician has ever faced. It wasn’t just the double standard in play, it was the creation of an impossible to meet set of standards that no one had ever faced before and probably will never face again. They literally rewrote the fight rules when it came to Hillary in the last campaign. She played by the old rules, the ones that had been in place for every other election, and everyone else decided to say fuck it, let’s make them up as we go along and judge her for not meeting our new rules standards. She literally had to be perfect, and my god she got as humanly close as she could, but at the end of the day no one is perfect and yet it was demanded from her. So yeah, the unselfish part of me is relieved for her that she’s decided to remove herself from the stress and exhaustion of a future campaign, but I’m also incredibly sad because at the moment ( I live in deluded hope it will get better), the only apparent good outcome of her decision is her regaining some sleep time, and family time. All the other bullshit has continued; the attacks, the impossible standards. It’s all still there, whereby one second people scream at her to shut up and then moments later demand she do something or speak up. The atmosphere of the campaign is still in play, her running again wouldn’t unleash anymore hell from the other side than what they’re still throwing at her. I guess what I’m trying to say in this extremely long winded answer is that if she’s happy with her decision, I’m okay with it too. But it still feels like a loss to the world.

I’m not really a happy child when it comes to the outcome of the game.

I’m so EXTREMELY HAPPY that Lex scored. So happy. Literally so happy. Like YAS BABY HORSE DESTROY CANADA.


Our defense wasn’t super great. We were broken up too easily.

KO did amazing and saved us a ton.

Our mid field was a little scattered but I think each of them did what they needed to. JJ was, and always is, my MVP of the midfield.

Chrislex should have started the game out, and if one of them needed to be subbed then fine.

Ashlyn should have been the starting goalie.

*Sorry to the anon that I gave sass to. I was in the game, and wasn’t happy in the moment*

Exposer-Chapter 3- The Beginning

Alright so it’s Tuesday 🤗 

You know what that means right?

#ExposerTuesdays time!

😆 So let’s get this trending shall we?
I hope you guys are excited for Chapter 3 because it took me a lot of time to work on and I’m extremely happy with the outcome. There’s gonna be love and hate. Questions and answers. Shannon
and Jared. Plus (Y/N) of course. 😁So buckle up buttercups ! Here we go….

Jared suddenly jolted and turned to his right to the sound of the voice calling his name.
“Dude, you coming in or….?” Shannon said in a questioning tone.

“Yeah…yeah,sorry.” Jared said shaking his head clear of his thoughts and getting out of the car, grabbing his bookbag in the process. What’s up with him? Shannon thought as the two brothers walked through the faded front doors of the small school together.Shannon looked around to scout the halls while Jared just looked ahead trying not to draw more attention than he got on a regular day. *WHISTLE*
“What’s up ladies?” Shannon said sweetly to a group of what looked like freshman girls standing by the yellow lockers.

The girls smiled brightly and waved at him.“I’m gonna have to catch you later bro.” Shannon said smirking at Jared while backing away slowly towards the giggling girls.Jared just nodded thinking to himself, Some things never change. He scoffed rolling his eyes with a small smile and walked to his assigned locker with his backpack slung over his right shoulder. Jared just leaned his back against the dented locker and closed his eyes for a second to prepare for the long day ahead of him. He let out a breath and then it all started.

The voice of some varsity football player named Brad filled his ears. “So the loser didn’t drop out yet…” Brad said loudly to his buddy across the hall from Jared’s locker.They clearly looked right at Jared insinuating they were talking about him. Jared just stared back. Seriously? The first bell hasn’t even rang yet.I mean come on… Jared pushed his back off his locker and started to walk to English. “Oh, is the goth queen deaf now!?” Brad exclaimed after Jared. Jared let it roll off him though and shook his head slightly, licking his lips to keep himself from saying anything to get him into trouble.

First period came and went quickly. Jared just sat in the back row the entire time replaying that moment that’s been plaguing his mind since that hot summer day.

~~~(Flashback to that summer day)~~~

Jared hopped into the Impala with his camera in hand. He was heading down to the Calcasieu River that runs all the way to the Gulf.

There’s one spot in particular he had been planning to see today. There’s an old rusted railroad bridge crossing part of the river shielded by trees on either bank and Jared liked to sit there and take pictures sometimes. He had captured moments at sunrise,sunset,fall,winter and spring. Today he planned to get some shots of the hot summer night as the fireflies emerged over the river at dusk.

Jared drove his car at a leisurely pace down the small paved road until he turned off onto a dirt road leading to his destination.He parked the black car as far off the side of the road as he could and continued on foot.He could hear the crunch of dirt and rocks as his black converse hightops kicked up little brown clouds of dirt. The road wasn’t too far from where the train tracks were. Jared just had to walk farther up and climb the hill covered with thick green summer foliage. Once he was at the top he followed the tracks to the bridge. It wasn’t covered so he was relieved to have some trees close by to provide shade for this time of day. He got there late in time to sit for a couple of hours and think while snapping photos until dusk. Jared sat down on the metal side of the bridge catching his breath and let his torn jean clad legs dangle. He could smell the oxidized scent of rust on the tracks mixed with a whiff of the honey suckles nearby every time a gentle breeze would cross over the river. The sun was low in the sky like it was tired and couldn’t be bothered to stay up any longer, turning into a weight soon to fall. There was a buzz of crickets and cicadas in the trees setting a calm atmosphere that Jared seeked. He had been rehersing with the guys earlier and after a day filled with music and noise he just wanted quiet. He loved the music but this was on a different end of the spectrum.

Jared started taking pictures while he sat on the warm bridge feeling the sun heat his shoulders in his black tank top. First was a picture of this old tree that fell into the murky waters of the river below exposing it’s tremendous roots and protruding out into the water, creating a space for the animals.
Second was a shot of two hawks circling the sky above,gliding on the wind effortlessly in a downward spiral.
It must be nice to have a companion to fly with like that , being free. Someone to take a plunge with.
Just then one of the hawks swooped down at lightning speed and dove to the water with a splash before flapping it’s chocolate brown feathered wings at the last second and soaring back up ,clutching a fish in its sharp talons. Jared snapped a picture and that’s when it happened. That moment was when his world changed.

He noticed movement in his peripheral in the water below the bridge. It was a gliding movement so graceful and delicate. He didn’t make a sound except for his deep breathing in the heat. The movement continued out from under the bridge into the middle of the river. It was a girl swimming out here all alone.
Maybe I have heatstroke. Jared thought.
She swam in the refreshing water seeming to enjoy her time here alone in the river. Jared watched intrigued as the mystery girl swam over to a small strip of land that jutted out into the water.

Her (Y/S/C) skin stood out against the clouded water in the dim light of the afternoon sun. The water droplets glistened on her skin as they ran down her beautifully curved body as she emerged from the water to dry off. Jared couldn’t help but stare at this girl and not move a muscle. She patted herself down with a brightly colored beach towel and pulled on a pair of faded blue cut off shorts over her light pink bikini bottoms.
That color pink looks just like cotton candy.Jared thought. I wonder what color her eyes are. I bet they shine just as bright as lights at the carnival on a dark  starry night.

Jared knew he should probably leave and give her some privacy.He felt like a total creep for just oggling a girl he’s never even met before. But something made him stay. It’s like he was magnetized, keeping him attached to the metal of the bridge where he sat. Then the stranger saw something out the corner of her eye. A flickering light moving. Fireflies! She thought with excitement. Her lips spread into a wide smile. I haven’t caught fireflies since I was little back in Virginia. (Y/N) thought to herself. She ran to one and caught it in her hands cupped together.

The girl peeked into her hands to see the bug light up like a fairy and giggled like a child feeling it’s little legs tickle the soft skin of her palm. The sound of her giggles carried over the water an was music to Jared’s ears.
That must be what angels sound like.
He smiled happily just watching her behave without a care  in the world.

He admired that. He got to witness a perfect moment in her life yet he didn’t even know her name. But that didn’t matter, we only get so many moments that we remember forever. Jared felt this was one of those moments for her and it sure as hell was one for him. He wanted to do more than just remember though, after all it was a picture perfect moment. Jared lifted his camera with precise hands and took a picture of the girl catching fireflies over the water.


Oh shit. Jared thought as his eyes grew wide. Just then the girl turned like she heard a noise. She wasn’t facing the bridge but the opposite direction. Jared took the opportunity and dove onto the tracks flattening his body against the railroad ties and jagged gravel.
Please didn’t see me, Please didn’t see me.Jared thought over and over as he clutched the object to nearly cause his demise from utter embarassment. Stupid camera. Jared thought while glaring at the device before he peeked his head up over the side of the rails to see if the girl was still there. There was nothing but an empty river bank and Jared didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

~~~~(Back to Current School Day)~~~

Jared was in the hallway awaiting his next class.He still didn’t know who the mystery girl was. He thought about her all summer. When he drove his car, when he played his music, and most often when he lie awake at night praying for sleep to take him. That girl was a living dream starting to blur his reality. It was a small town and Jared was starting to wonder if it was all just a dream since he never saw her again.

“Hey hot stuff, haven’t seen you before.”
Jared heard the comment coming from a couple lockers down from him.
Hot stuff?…Couldn’t come up with a better pickup than that? Jared thought , shifting his sight over in that direction. Fucking Brad.Why am I not surprised. But then Jared’s mind went blank like a t.v. channel that cut out to static.Jared looked past the back of Brad’s letterman jacket and saw her. It was the angel from the river and she was real. Alive and breathing, unfortunately having to share the same air as Brad. She looked at Brad and then past him noticing Jared and smiled a small smile. Jared just stared back too dumfounded to react, still reeling over the fact she was standing here in the hallway.

She looked down to the floor and then across the hall not wanting to make eye contact with the jock.
“That’s because I just moved here. This is my first year here at Kinder.” She said nicely.
“Well why don’t you let me show you around then?” Brad said in a conniving tone.

“The school seems kind of small. I think I can manage on my own.” (Y/N) said a little more confidently not wanting to give Brad any openings to continue his advances.
“Well I didn’t mean just the school, not everything around here is small if you know what I mean.” Brad retorted with a sleazy smirk on his face while inching closer to (Y/N) with his arm on the locker next to her head, invading her personal space.

Jared locked his jaw and balled his hand into a fist. It was one thing to treat him like shit but to talk to a lady like that was unacceptable in his eyes. He was was raised better than that.
(Y/N) wanted to leave but Brad was making it physically impossible to get away from him at the moment. Everytime she moved so would he ,acting like it was a game of cat and mouse. “Please move.” (Y/N)said sternly.
Why does the schools biggest jerk have to pick me to focus on?  
Because you’re new...fresh meat. Duh!
Her conscience answered back.
“Oh come on now.. I’m just trying to show a little southern hospitality.” Brad said still standing in her way. That’s it. Jared thought as he stormed over and grabbed Brad by the collar of his jacket spinning him around to face him.
“She said to move and she asked nicely.” Jared said with anger lacing every word, still gripping Brad’s collar tight. Brad shoved Jared away causing him to stumble back slightly releasing his hold.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Leto?!” Brad asked looking angry and confused. Everyone in the hallway was now watching the turn of events just waiting for a fight to break out. Jared looked at the girl with softened eyes and back to Brad.

“I’m telling you to leave her alone Brad.” “Jared’s got a set of balls on him afterall!” Brad said loud for the now growing crowd to hear. “Too bad you can’t do shit about it.” Brad said back to Jared pushing him into a locker. The combination locks rattled loud against the metal and one dug into Jared’s back on the impact. Jared wasn’t going to be made a fool of, not in front of her. Jared swung his first around and right hooked Brad right in his smug little face catching him off guard and making him lose his balance. Jared used that to push Brad to the hard buffed floor and pushed his arm into the jocks neck cutting off his airflow.

Brad fought for air and clawed at Jared’s arm but without any help he wasn’t having much luck. Jared leaned in next to Brad’s ear so only he could hear him and said, “I’ve had a set of balls all along Brad but if you keep mouthing off like you just did I’m gonna make sure you lose yours and they’re placed somewhere so you can’t fucking talk anymore.” Jared backed away with a death stare and harshly removed his arm from Brad’s neck.

Shannon had just caught wind of the fight going down and ran up to the crowd seeing Jared on the ground still he pushed through to get to his brother.
“And if you lay a hand on her…” Jared said to Brad while pointing a finger at (Y/N)

“..I’ll break both your fucking hands.“Jared looked from the bewildered Brad on the floor up to the mystery girl who was standing mouth agape thinking of what to say.

What the what just happened? Was all she could think. Jared turned and walked down the hall crowded with students whispering and yelling amongst themselves to get to his next class before anyone could stop him. Shannon just stood there watching his brother walk away and looked back at (Y/N) with questioning eyes.

She didn’t say anything though. What was there to say really? So Shannon just turned back to stare down the hallway with more questions now than he had this morning.
























so this is my intermediate film i did in a semester for school! it’s based on a concept i made with my sister and is inspired by many trips to family out in ireland. i worked extremely hard on it and am quite proud of the outcome, i hope you enjoy!

I encountered a pair of Mormon missionaries while walking the dog yesterday.  I was both exhausted and late for an appointment at the time, so my responses when asked how I was was “I’m Jewish.  You know, the religion that frowns on proselytizing.” And when they didn’t take the hint (because they’re trained not to) I told them directly that I wasn’t interested and to seek elsewhere.

If I’d had more time/energy, I would be inclined to give a speech more like this:  “If I were considering changing my religious practices – and I’m not – Mormonism would in many regards be an appealing choice, given that it actually does seem to produce positive social outcomes – unlike Evangelical Christianity, you get Utah instead of Alabama.  But it also is the sort of religion that trains its missionaries to exude preternatural chipperness and complete irony-deafness.  Whereas I, with my extremely dry, acerbic sense of humor and hypertrophied senses of irony and cynicism, am both a product of and ideally suited for Ashkenazi culture and would never be happy as a Mormon rather than the Jewish atheist I am now.”  It would be fascinating to watch the reaction to that.

But this brings me to a mystery.  I have numerous LDS friends.  Aside from the fact that they all have the good sense not to try to convert me, they also don’t exhibit the uncanny valley-ish chipperness or deafness to irony.  So clearly this is something that the church encourages specifically for missionary activity.  I may not be perfectly neurotypical, but I’m also pretty sure that I’m far from alone in finding the Stepford wife routine creepy.  How does Mormonism seem to be doing so well in gaining converts despite encouraging what appears to be extremely counterproductive mannerisms among its missionaries?

If you don’t like it…


Seriously, if you don’t like something that an author writes… Don’t read it! It is as simple as that. If you don’t want to commit time and energy into something that you are afraid may not be the outcome you would like to see, or upholds your peachy rainbows and butterflies happy ending… Don’t read it! I find it extremely rude to leave a nasty review to an author telling them how disappointed you are in the way that a story is going, or telling them you felt deceived because it was nominated and won an award. That is completely unnecessary. You are a terrible person for doing that! And I also think that you are a coward for not signing in so that I can respond to you! Grow a pair!

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Underground Battle and Greyscale Story (illustration) by me

I thought about experimenting with “paper cutout” style and it came out as… extremely pleasant. The beauty of this? It’s easy to do. Takes a lot of time and patience but seriously, it’s super easy. What I call a cheap art.
I especially like the outcome of the illustration to Greyscale Story. Might do an illustration to Blackscale story later (but probably not). This is probably the only way I can draw Ricin “Raven” Korbie and be happy about the outcome at least a little bit (let’s admit it - it’ll never be that good as @allenvooreef‘s one. That one is unbeatable.)


Filmed my very first music festival last weekend!! I was super nervous going into it, having never done anything like this and also due to the considerable difference in my equipment as opposed to some professional people that were there with huge cameras and all that! 
But I’m extremely happy with the outcome and a huge thanks to Purple Sneakers for allowing me to shoot for them. Definitely check them out they are incredible for all things music, pop culture and that.
I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think :)


Here are my finished products. I am extremely happy with the outcome on most of them and people have told me they would buy them if they saw them in a store.

I did have an issue with the ceramic jar with Bastet on due to the shape where it curves out at the top and should have through it through a bit better. 

I am most pleased with the teapot and like the way the camels heads fit nicely on the spout. 

I also created a last minute logo with my name and my initials in hieroglyphics. If you plan on using this method, remember that the image is mirrored so if there is any writing you have to make sure its a mirror image when you print it. 

I always wanted to draw Zoro with a silly grin and so it makes me extremely happy to say that it’s finally done! I know the lineart is not the best one there is and his face is uneven and blah blah blah there’s just a lot of mistakes, isn’t there? Nevertheless I am quite happy with the outcome and wanted to share ^^

Also, if anyone’s noticed I don’t come to Tumblr very often anymore, I am actually quite astonished you did, go you! But yeah, I am trying not to visit Tumblr as often as I used to due to the fact that I have noticed some nasty negative impact it has on my everyday life and I’m trying to get rid of that…

I am still gonna reblog and post stuff from time to time but it won’t be nearly as frequent as it used to be. However, if u wanna add me on Instagram (which I’ve recently been talked into making after years of fighting it) and see all the photos of cats, dogs, my pictures and myself that I plan to add, it would make me very happy ^^ (Also I need some cool new ppl to follow there, so….)

New Instagram: EYE_MUFF1N

Truth, Conspiracy and the Awakening

Once we understand that everything is an illusion we’re home free. Knowing we’re eternal consciousness having this in-body experience is the greatest gift anyone can possibly have.

It’s wonderful, it’s free and it’s forever… and it’s for everyone! People just need to wake up to it.

That would seem to be fairly simple, especially once it has happened to you. The fullness of life you expand into, the realization of infinite possibility, is so exhilarating, liberating and profoundly simple that you can’t help but wonder why everyone doesn’t see it. This is especially so once the grand conspiracy being foisted on humanity comes into full focus. Things really kick into high gear upon realizing fully what’s going on and why we’re here at this crucial time.

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I hope that when you read Tumblr posts about the UK General Election you will remember how Tumblr has a tendency to roll out relatively extreme and unaccepting views, that are all very well online but not in real life; and for you to therefore take a lot of these posts with a pinch of salt. 

I hope that you realise there are many of us in the UK who are very happy with the outcome, because Conservatives over Labour means a stronger economy, and a stronger economy means in the long run better welfare systems, better benefits (for those who need them KEY POINT HERE), and far more jobs. But equally, please don’t overlook that there ARE people who are very distressed that this has happened, as for those long-term benefits there have to be short-term cuts which affect many people and are therefore unpopular. Quite honestly, both sides have valid points.

I hope you acknowledge people voted left-wing for legitimate reasons that were very important to them, and that people voted right-wing for also legitimate reasons that were important to them. Whatever your view, whether you think the UK system should be by Proportional Representation or First Past the Post, the Conservatives got the most votes in both systems, and it is incredibly important that is understood and respected by everyone.

But overall, I hope that you are respectful of other people’s views. Tumblr has a tendency to abuse those who don’t agree with their ideologies and that’s wrong. The UK General Election result was a result of Democracy. We voted, and a majority Government was elected because of it. PLEASE remember that. It’s vastly important for us, the next generation, to understand and accept other people’s views - and not just say “Your opinion is different from mine so is therefore wrong”.