but if you wanna hear my opinion

Dating Yoogi

Even though Yoongi seems like a grumpy grandpa, he is the best guy to you. Dating him includes:

-chill dates like going out to eat or drink

-he would be clingy af when your guy friends are around. He would put his arm around you, give you unexpected kisses on the cheeks and while watching them jealously

-buuut with the other members he’d be super chill and happy that you get along well

-let’s you play with his hair cause he secretly likes it but will never admit it

-he’s the super hype boyfriend who supports all of your decisions and cheers for you

-’Look at her, that’s my girlfirend!!!’

-plays piano for you

-your opinion on his works is very important to him

-facetimes you at 3am to show you his new songs and hear your voice

-’Call me oppa again’

-doesn’t really like it when you steal his clothes but also likes how you look in them

-he needs his quiet time where you just watch something or let him work

-’wanna come over and nap?’

-always has to smile when you do cute or embarrassing relationship stuff

NOW IT GETS DIRRRTY:

-innocent kisses lead to makeout sessions

-quite kinky sex 

-That tongue technologie is on point

-eyecontact while eating you out 

-DOMINANT

-isn’t the vocal type except grunts and dirty talk

-make up sex

-loves you in sexy lingerie 

-cocky and confident

-spanking that ass

-handcuffs 

-Daddy kink



Forgive me father for I have sinned… Hope you like it!

anonymous asked:

My dad says Zoo's are becoming politically incorrect. I've seen both arguments but I wanna hear your opinion on it: do you think Zoo's are a good idea?

Well, let’s see if I can keep this response short.

First, I’m guessing that by ‘politically correct’ you mean ‘ethically sound.’ So, is keeping animals in zoos an ethical thing to do? As with many things, there is no easy or even single answer to that question.

Without a doubt, there are bad zoos- private or roadside zoos, zoos that keep their animals in abhorrent conditions, zoos that allow visitors to engage in unsafe things like cub-petting schemes. It is obvious that these types of zoos are unethical and exploitative.

(Hint: something like this is never a good sign.)

On the other hand, what constitutes a ‘good’ zoo? In the best captive conditions currently available, is it okay to keep an animal locked up? Some say no, no matter what; some say what we have now isn’t good enough. Others say yes- the best zoos are able to provide their captives with good lives.

This of course brings us to just what a ‘good’ life is. Those who say that animals should never ever be placed in captivity usually value a sense of freedom above all else. Even in perfect captive conditions, an animal will not be free, wild, or ‘natural.’

However, we must acknowledge that ‘freedom’ is a concept created and defined by humans. A human locked in a prison knows the difference between captivity and freedom, and is able to conceptualize that certain ‘rights’ that they have are being violated. But for animals, this may be too complex to perceive. How far back do you have to move a fence before a kudu decides that he is wild again? The idea that animals sense when they are ‘free’ versus ‘not free’ is, to me, not realistic.

Animals do, however, benefit from the ability to be free to make choices, such as what they eat, where they will go, who they will interact with, and so on. Undeniably, captivity presents animals with fewer choices of these kinds than they would have in the wild. The best zoos are now implementing programs to accommodate these choices, particularly with highly intelligent animals such as elephants and apes.

One such example: the “O Line” at the Smithsonian National Zoo allows orangutans to choose one of two buildings to stay in during the day. Other animals, such as the otters, can choose whether or not to be on exhibit via spaces in their enclosure that are sheltered from the public. Scatter feeding and foraging enrichment is yet another way that zoos allow animals to choose what food they want to eat.

Still, despite these improvements, there will always be limitations of choice in captive environments compared to wild ones by the very definition of ‘captivity.’ Furthermore, while many strides have been taken to update enclosures with choices in mind, the fact remains that the implementation of behavioral science in zoos lags behind the research due to the costs, and often due to the stress of the animals themselves when trying to adjust to new schedules and norms (even if they are theoretically better ones).

A forty-year old captive elephant will have lived through decades of zoo reform, and we can’t erase those negative experiences from her mind.

One danger of comparing captive animals to their wild counterparts is assuming that captive environments should mirror the wild ones as closely as possible. But what the wild even is is not well-defined. ‘Wild’ deer roam my suburban neighborhood: should that habitat be replicated in their zoo enclosure? Wild environments include predators, diseases, and natural disasters: is it better that those be implemented in zoos as well?

In actuality, an animal born in captivity likely has no sense of what its natural environment should look like. Certainly it has natural instincts and inclinations- a tiger likes to urine-mark vertical objects and a gibbon likes to climb- but neither of them specifically needs a tree to do this with- a post or rope swing would also work. The ‘naturalistic’ look of many zoo enclosures is actually for the benefit of the visitors, not the animals. In fact, a lush, well-planted habitat could still be an abysmal one for an animal if all of its needs aren’t being met.

This brings us to one of the most important aspects of zoos: the visitors. Theoretically, one of the major purposes of good zoos is to educate and inspire the public about animals, particularly in regards to their conservation. But do zoos actually do this?

The answer is yes… to a small extent. People given surveys upon entering and leaving a zoo exhibit generally do know slightly more about the animals than they used to, but this depends a lot on how educated they were to begin with. While many visitors express an increased desire to engage in conservation efforts after leaving a zoo, not many of them have actually followed up on it when surveyed again a few weeks later. Still, most zoo visitors seem to leave the zoo with several positive if perhaps short-term effects: interest in conservation, appreciation for animals, and the desire to learn more. If a visitor experiences a “connection” with an animal during their visit, these effects are greatly increased.

However, certain types of animal “connections” and interactions can also produce a negative effect on zoo visitors. This reflects what I said earlier about the naturalistic design of habitats being more for the visitors than the animals. Individuals who view animals performing non-natural behaviors (such as a chimpanzee wearing clothes and acting ‘human,’ or a tiger coming up to be petted) are less likely to express an increased interest in their conservation, and even less likely to donate money towards it. Generally, our own perception of freedom and wildness matters much more than the individual animal’s.

The fact of the matter is that, worldwide, zoos spend about $350 million dollars on wildlife conservation each year. That is a tremendous amount of money, and it comes from visitors and donations. What amount of discomfort on the part of captive animals is worth that money being devoted to their wild counterparts? It’s hard to say.

This is a very, VERY general overview of some of the ethical issues surrounding zoos; to go over it all, I’d need to write a book. But hopefully, it got you thinking a little bit about what your own opinion on all this is. (I didn’t explicitly state mine on purpose, though it’s probably fairly clear.)

Refs and further reading below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Interviewer: "so you've already mentioned that one of your "best friends" was the first person to hear the song, right?" Harry: "yes it was a very close friend of mine" interviewer: "and if you don't mind me asking, what was their first reaction when they heard it?" (1)

Harry: “uhm, well, what happened was, we were both having lunch, and I was like "I’ve recorded the song” and my friend was like “oh really? Already done with everything”? And I was like “yeah, wanna hear it?” and he was like “of course I wanna hear it Harry don’t be silly”“ (2)

interviewer: "oh so it’s a he!” Harry: “yeah, so we went to o-the bedroom, my bedroom, and i gave him my laptop with some headphones so he could listen to it clearly you know? And I left the room, closed the door, and waited outside. I remember how anxious and worried I was, because well… I really care about his opinion, you know? Like, his opinion really does matter a lot to me. So I stayed outside, and I waited for 5 minutes, thinking that he will come out in a few seconds” (3)

“But he didn’t, not until 10 minutes passed, and I started getting worried, you know? And then he came out, and his eyes were so wet and red, and he just stared at me for a few seconds, and then he bursted into tears, and he told me how absolutely beautiful he thought the song was, and that was all what mattered to me, you know? For him to like the song, because his opinion means so much to me” (4)

interviewer: “seems like you two are quite close!” Harry: “well yeah, the song was written about him after all.” (5)

everything about this is so RUDE you are RUDE

anonymous asked:

What do you think of each mbti personalities ? I wanna know from your experience thank you :)

This is just my opinion from people I know.

INTJ - I often feel like a walking oxymoron… and I go through every scenario that could possibly happen good or bad … I’m exhausted.

ISTJ - relatable, trustworthy, loyal friends who keep me grounded.

ISTP - like a bad ass in a teddy bear costume.

ENTP - enjoys hearing themselves talk, likes to argue, always searches for efficiency.

ESFJ- bubbly and friendly, doesn’t mind making fun of themselves.

ISFP - some one who cares about people and is there for their friends.

ENFJ - is like everyone’s mom.

INFP - wants everyone to be happy.

ENTJ - not subtle at all, is awesome because they don’t know they’re not.

ESTJ - very reasonable and fun people, I have a lot of good discussions with ESTJs.

INTP - looks at the big picture of everything, very open minded.

ISFJ- some of the most forgiving and tolerant people, very caring.

ESFP- if I wanted to party, I’d call my ESFP friend. It was always a good time.

INFJ - someone who really wants to be accepted, but doesn’t want people to know how badly they want it.

ENFP - I’m not as impressed by their charm as some others I think.

ESTP- hell incarnate. A walking insurance claim.

A Little Help

Hi guys! I wrote this on my phone and I haven’t been to sleep in forever, so I’m pretty positive this is just some rambly words about Tom and the reader wanting to be in a relationship, but being too shy to actually tell the other. So, instead, they just do small things to help each other out. P. S., Harrison ships it. I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by spiderholland

A Little Help

“You need help, let me grab that for you,” Tom said, reaching up to plunk the novel from the shelf. “Which one do you want?” Tom asked, bringing a hand to rest upon her waist to readjust her position to point out the book she’d been trying to obtain.

    She stood up on her tiptoes, eyes desperately seeking to survey the shelf clearer, “I actually don’t have one particular in mind, would it be a bother to just take everything by Pablo Neruda down?”

    “Course not,” Tom said and easily picked all the Neruda’s out for her. “Who is he?”

    Her eyes widened and she smiled, happy to tell Tom everything she knew about Pablo Neruda. “He’s a famous Chilean poet, I mean, he eventually went into the political field, but I mostly know him from his poetry. When I was in high school, my best friend and I were obsessed with a poem he wrote called, ‘My Ugly Love.’”

She was starting to ramble and she knew that Tom probably couldn’t give two shits about the ugly love spoken about in the poem, but she was so close to him and he smelled good, and his chest was firm when she leaned into him, so it would be a fair statement to say that she was beyond distracted. “It starts out-”

Tom didn’t remove his hand from her waist, figuring that if she didn’t like it, she’d step back from him. His gaze flickered from her lips, to the rosy flush gliding across her cheeks, and then up to her eyes. Tom drank in her words about Pablo Neruda, still not quite registering who he was, but still completely absorbed by her words.

As he listened to her, still holding an assortment of novels in his hands, he accidentally cut her off completely. “Wait, do you have it memorized?”

She was nearly positive that her entire body was tinged pink, “Yeah, I won’t bore you with the details, I just like the poem because it’s different.”

“No, no, tell me. I wanna hear about it. I just got,” Tom searched for an appropriate word. “Excited?” Truly, Tom had cut her off because she looked so endearing that he thought that he would physically blow up if he didn’t kiss her.

He loved it when she talked about stuff like this, he could tell it was one of the few times that she actually felt confident in voicing her opinions.

“My ugly love, you’re a messy chestnut.

My beauty, you are pretty as the wind.

Ugly: your mouth is big enough for two mouths.

Beauty: your kisses are fresh as new melons.

Ugly: where did you hide your breasts?

They’re meager, two little scoops of wheat.

I’d much rather see two moons across your chest,

two huge proud towers.

Ugly: not even the sea contains things like your toenails.

Beauty: flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave,

Love, I’ve made an inventory of your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold.

my beauty, for the wrinkle on your forehead.

My Love: I love you for your clarity, your dark.”

She finished and looked up to him with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think?” She asked him, reaching up to sift through the books that Tom had gotten down for her.

“How do you know the best of everything?” Tom muttered, eyes widened, because, as usual, she was right. The poem was supremely different from any of the traditionally romantic sonnets that he’d read.

She smiled and unwound herself from his grasp and wandered down the next aisle, in search for her friend and Harrison, who’d accompanied them to the bookstore.

Tom, still leaned up against the shelf was slow to notice Harrison’s approaching figure.

“Dude, you need to ask her out. It’s getting ridiculous. Everybody, even strangers, already think you’re together, so why not make it real? Not as if she’s going to say no.” Harrison urged.

Shrugging his shoulders and racking his brain for an adequate response, Tom eventually stuttered out, “you never know, she could just want to be friends, and then if I ask her out, then she won’t even wanna be that.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well then, mate, better wipe that drool off your chin.”

The next morning, in a haste to open the door for her, Tom had accidentally whacked himself in the face with it. Now, he not only sported a bloody nose, but also a split lip. Still, he wasn’t complaining.

She’d freaked out when she saw the blood drip from his nose and the bruises already forming on his jaw and had rushed him home. She stood in between Tom’s legs, while he perched on her kitchen table, and held up towels to stop the bleeding.

“Tom, literally what the hell?” She murmured, gliding her soft palm across his lower lip.

“I told you, I saw a bee and I didn’t want it to sting you,” Tom lied. Obviously, there hadn’t been a bee, but he refused to tell her that he’d nearly broken his face purely to hold the door open for her.

“But I never saw it? I didn’t even hear one, and besides, it wasn’t like there were flowers around. Why would a bee wander over here?” She mused, walking to the fridge to grab a bag of frozen vegetables.

“No, no,” Tom whined, “Those will be too cold, I don’t wanna put that on my face.”

She pouted, “Too bad, let me help you! I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Tom hesitated, and then opened his arms and pulled her close to him, keeping a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Fine, fine. Just do it.”

She smiled and rocked up onto her tippy toes and pressed her make-shift icepack to his face. He didn’t even shiver when the frost-covered package touched his bare skin, because when she was this close to him, he could see the multitude of colors swirling in her eyes.

A week later, it was time for Tom and Harrison to, once again, travel for the press tour. Tom was gutted. He couldn’t imagine leaving her without explaining to her that he wanted to be with her so badly, that the mere thought of leaving her made him physically ill.

Little did he know, that she felt the same way. All he knew, was that he was going over to her apartment to give her one last goodbye hug while Harrison waited in the car.

From inside her apartment, she spritzed on Tom’s favorite perfume. Whenever she wore it, he always leaned into her more while they were in conversation, or fiddled with her hair more and didn’t pull away from her when they hugged.

She had done her best to conceal her nighttime tears with makeup and sheprayed that Tom wouldn’t notice them as she opened the door.

Tom stepped in quickly and before she even shut the door, Tom surged towards her. Bending down to her height, Tom threw his arms around her, ignoring that his phone had fallen to the floor.

“Are you alright Tom?” She questioned, hands stiff at her sides.

“Just gonna miss you loads and loads and loads.” His voice was muffled by her sweater.

Her arms wound around him, “You know I’ll miss you too.”

“I don’t want to leave you yet.” Tom pulled away and his gaze bore into her floor.

Taking him by the hand, she pulled him to sit down on her sofa. “I made you something to help.”

Tom curled an arm around her frame as she sat a heavy box down in front of him, “Darling, what is it? You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, I didn’t know-”

She cut him off by pressing a hand over his lips. “Promise to look at it on the plane?”

She looked to cute and eager and shy that Tom had agreed, and now, after finally boarding the plane, Tom opened the box.

Inside were all the Pablo Neruda books that she’d bought the day she read him ‘My Ugly Love,’ and a note.

The note read,

Hi Tom,

I’m just going to assume that you followed my directions and now you’re flying safely through the air, but if you’re not, and I find out, may Mother Earth save your soul.

All of these books were mine before yours because I wanted to give you something that would remind you of me. I wrote you little notes on all the pages, so it’ll be like we’re talking about them. I highlighted my favorite ones for you in pink.

Please don’t forget about me.

Tom scoffed, as if he could ever forget her. He opened the first book and quickly spotted the swirls of her delicate handwriting on the bottom corner of the page. It read,

Don’t freak out, some of the poems are in Spanish, but I made sure to help translate them for you in the margins.

Tom smiled and began to leaf through the poems, blown away by not only the words of Pablo Neruda, but also by her tiny love poems for him written so softly in the captivity of the margins that he could barely tell that they were there.

When he landed, he would make sure to send her some of his own.

virulentbunny  asked:

i'd love to hear ur analysis of romsemary's flaws tbh, if ur willing

well, my friend @shut-in-princess summed it up pretty well in reply to the original ask:

Of course the VrisKan part is probably just mine and her’s subjective preference.  I’m also gonna have to put this under a read more because it got way wordier than I was expecting.

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Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

  • “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
  • “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
  • “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
  • “You know…like your head!”
  • “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
  • “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
  • “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
  • “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
  • “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
  • “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
  • “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
  • “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
  • “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
  • “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
  • “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
  • “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
  • “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
  • “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
  • “Punctuation is so wild!”
  • “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
  • “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
  • “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
  • “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
  • “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
  • “All is lost.”
  • “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
  • “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
  • “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
  • “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
  • “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
  • “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
  • “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
  • “Redundant much, redundant?”
  • “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
  • “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
  • “My God…it’s full of shit.”
  • “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
  • “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
  • “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
  • “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
  • “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
  • “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
  • “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
  • “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
  • “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
  • “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
  • “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
  • “You know, for kids!”
  • “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
  • “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
  • “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
  • “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
  • “Get off my wet banana!”
  • “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
  • “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
  • “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
  • “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
  • “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
  • “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
  • “Fucking bubbles!”
  • “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
  • “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
  • “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
  • “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
  • “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
  • “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
  • “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
  • “Stop calling it that!”
  • “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
  • “I did not just hear that.”
  • “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
  • “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
  • “I thought I had these burned!”
  • “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
  • “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
  • “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
  • “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”
Love Songs / Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by poptartcalum

Request: Can you please make one where the reader is shy and Peter has a crush on her but she doesn’t really know him. And one time he finds out that she skips a class to go sing in the auditorium and he skips class all the time to hear her sing and he confronts her about it and he asks her to sing for him and fluffy fluff fluff please? I love it when readers can sing because it makes me feel like I’m actually good at something 😂😂😂

 AN: Thank you so much for this request! I love music and those who can sing, no matter what people say, I just wanna let you know that in my opinion, if you have the guts to show off your singing talent, you are like the bravest and coolest person ever. All singers and performers deserve respect cause doing something like that takes balls! Anyway, hope you like it. As always, let me know what you liked, what you didn’t, and what you would like to see in the future.

- Written by Kat - 

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“I Have Questions” (the whispers)

How do I fix it? Can we talk? Can we communicate? Can we talk? Do I wanna fix it?
I have questions for you (I’m afraid of you)
Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Do you miss me?
I have questions. ( I don’t know if that’s complete. cause I hear something like “Can we tell them? and Can you come here?”).

And it’s like two person are talking to each other.

We all have different opinions but for me It’s screams CAMREN!!!!! 

anonymous asked:

Who do you think would be the best at eating someone out ? I wanna hear your opinion on this !

yoongi, taehyung, jimin = the top 3, in my humble opinion.

they’ve all got the tongues for it (length wise and they just can’t keep their goddamn fucking mouths shut like??? we get it?? you want to eat everyone out we KNOW) and, like, yoongi?

  • yoongi could probably just hold his breath and dive in for a good minute, to two minutes, without needing to even come up for air. every single second he had, he’d make count, and god, would you feel it everywhere. his fingers would come into play, too, just to spread you out as far as he can - he’ll spit on you a little, get messy and go slow just when you need him to go faster, because teasing is fun and fucking hot and there’s nothing that satisfies him much more than hearing you beg
  • jimin? jimin seems like he’d absolutely be the arrogant/subservient type, all wrapped up into one? he’d get a massive kick out of making and watching you cum and then having you push his face back down (imagine him moaning into you and panting when you let him come up for air????? just…Imagine……It) - and he’s a bed-grinder, pushes his cock against the bed / sofa / his own hand, whatever’s available; getting messier and more out-of-control as his own pleasure grows
  • taehyung - sweet, playful, even a little silly, until he just isn’t. then he’s pinning you to the bed by your hips, pumping you open with his fingers - slowly, so fucking slowly, watching the way you push yourself against his hand; a mixture of fascination and amusement and the thrill of a power trip in the making. he’ll tease you, have you aching for him, for anything; shaking and saying please and just as you break, he’s between your legs and he’s so eager you almost forget the way he looked at you when you told him you were his, all his, and you’d do anything for him to just use his mouth on you
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Yooooo guess who finally finished a tangle!? I’m probably gonna get this listed for selling *today*!! Woooo!

Also, I wanna hear your opinions. The first tangle I made had silicone spikes that didn’t match the tangle pieces,while this one the spikes match the original color of the tangle. Which do you guys prefer?

Chibilock art book?

if i were to make a book of compilations of chibilock comics, like fully coloured and printed it, would you be interested to buy it?

would you mind commenting or reblogging your opinions on it? I wanna try making my own fanbook but i don’t know if anyone would even want to buy it ^^;

here’s a mock-up of the pages:

i wanna hear your opinions so please reply or comment if you don’t mind <3

thank you!

anonymous asked:

I know this is gonna sound really irrational but I strongly dislike Henrik at this point. Which makes it incredibly hard for me to rewatch the last season. Idk what it is...he just seems really show-off-ish and quite vain and immature kinda. Yeah...I don't know what to think. But my opinion about him has changed drastically the past couple of weeks. Obvs this is just a feeling I have about him, seeing as I don't know him personally. But yeah.

HELLOOOOOO ANON!!!!

Urm, okay that’s …. each to their own opinion, I guess?

But, hear me out, I know I might not be able to change your opinion, and that’s not what I wanna do. You have your own opinion and judgement on things, and that’s cool! But, if I may, I’d like to put across my thoughts.

Here’s the thing. 

Henrik’s a 21 year old, normal, average guy. Just like everyone else is. He’s a guy that has a lot of friends, is in a happy relationship with his partner, that he and his partner both choose to be active and public regarding. He has a job and loves his family and loves spending time with the people he is close to, and sharing all these special moments on his social media. Those moments aren’t for us, they are for him, and his loved ones, to laugh and joke over and fondly remember. 

Henrik is not Even. Even is not Henrik.

At 21 (and I am saying this because I myself am 21, hence I know what being 21 feels like, in the now, in the present moment), you wanna live life. You wanna be active. You wanna have fun. You wanna go out often and make memories. You wanna post about it on your social media. You wanna do all those things. You wanna buy expensive shit. You wanna wear expensive shit. You wanna be a little reckless. You do have moments where you are vain. You mess up and you make mistakes. And then you learn. And you mess up again. And then you learn again. You wanna have fun! But then, you wanna also have days where you wanna lounge in comfy wear and chill out. You wanna have days where you go out with your family and/or loved ones and chill out.

He’s literally, living life, right now. He’s happy! He’s enjoying life so much right now, and he wants to share that. We must remember that his socials are not for us fans. They are for him and the people he is close to. We just happen to follow him because he portrays Even, a fictional character that we love. We therefore cannot push our perspective and our expectations and ideologies on Henrik, a real life human being, because he is his own person, with his own real life, filled with real people and real relationships.

And I feel, sometimes, people forget that distinction. And it’s super important that we remember this distinction. We are not allowed to have a say in what Henrik, or Tarjei or ANYONE from the cast does, because that’s not in our place to say. They can do whatever they please. We cannot idolise the cast as being these “absolutely perfect people” that meet all the criteria we have for them and that tick off every box on our checklist. We can’t do that to ANYONE, whether that’s in the Skam Cast or … any other person in the world! That’s toxic. That’s a very unhealthy way of thinking. That becomes controlling. 

We each have our own lives, and everyone chooses to live life differently. Some people prefer a quiet lifestyle, a quiet presence. But some? They like being active, they enjoy social media, they enjoy connecting! Both choices are completely okay. We cannot be policing around people, celebrities or not, about what they should or shouldn’t do. 

We don’t know Henrik. His social media doesn’t tell us the full story about him, therefore, we have no right to judge. Your social media is just ONE aspect of your identity, and your identity? That is a culmination of so many different things and people and backgrounds and cultures and beliefs and values and influences that make up who you are. 

culturalrebel  asked:

Literally since its inception, the Asian-American community has been against Iron Fist and its gross cultural appropriation. Continuous, ongoing criticism for the last forty years, but yeah sure listen to the FOUR WHOLE PEOPLE telling you what you wanna hear so you don't feel guilty

this. the Iron Fist comic was criticised for cultural appropriation from day one. and like if they continue to pull the ‘read the comic’ card they could listen to, idk, words from a comic writer who worked for Marvel, Marjorie Liu, who clearly spelt it out to them

but of course Asian Americans and their opinions don’t matter until yt can use them to their advantages, and then it’s all ‘my asian friends said it was okay uwu’

Beautiful Things// Carl Grimes Imagine

MASTERLST REQUESTS

(PART 2// SORROWFUL THINGS)

(PART 3// MYSTERIOUS THINGS)

A L E X A N D R I A

So it was official. Carl and Enid were a thing. I guess I saw it coming, with all the longing looks and lingering touches they shared. I could see the couple now, holding hands under the table and laughing together as they ate. I stared a while longer, eventually tearing my eyes away from the two and going back to poking at my spaghetti.

That right there is all I ever wanted with Carl, ever since I was 14. But no. This shitty world just got ever shitter. I guess any real friend would be happy that their best friend was ‘getting some’, and I really did try to look enthusiastic while Carl rambled on and on about how pretty Enid’s smile was or how she 'Just gets me, you know’. Yeah, well I got Carl. I know Carl better than he knows himself, yet that never got me anywhere.

Daryl nudged my shoulder, breaking my depressing thoughts.

“Hey kid, you’re not touching your spaghetti, usually you inhale the stuff, what’s bothering ya?”

I sighed again, and glared pointedly at Carl and Enid.

“Ohhh the new couple, chin up y’/n, it’s his loss you know.” Daryl said, I could see his sympathetic smile out of the corner of my eye and could feel anger bubbling up inside of me. I didn’t need people’s pity just because I can’t get a man. Fuck that.

I ignored Daryl’s comment, and shoved my plate away from me, my fork clattering to the floor as I stood up. I looked around for a second, my dramatic actions causing interest around me. with on last glare at Carl, I stomped away, slamming the door behind me for good measure.



                                             //The Next Day//

After my mini tantrum yesterday, I decided to make up for the drama by volunteering to do an extra shift on lookout today. I was headed to Rick’s house to tell him when I heard someone shouting my name. I froze instantly, thinking that it was Carl, and was wondering whether to make a break for it or confront him when an arm was placed on my shoulder, turning me round to face..Ron.

“Jesus Christ you’re hard to keep up with” He rolled his eyes at me, leaning over to catch his breath. I rolled my eyes right back, but let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding in.

“What do you want now Ronald.” I said. Ron and I were moderately good friends, but we’d been hanging out a lot more since Carl started following Enid around like a lost puppy dog.

“No need to be so bloody moody y/n, just wondering if you want to come to mine and chill for a bit, since I’ve got the morning off.”

I considered doing the right thing and offering my services to protect Alexandria, but decided that reading comics and talking about how much I miss the internet was a better use of my time.

The two of us walked back along to Ron’s house in a comfortable silence. Until Ron decided to break it.

“You wanna hear my opinion on Carl and Enid?” he asked suddenly, turning to me.

“Not really no. But you’re gonna tell me anyway so go ahead.” I sighed. I was kinda tired of hearing all about them now.

“I think you and Carl would make a much better couple. Enid’s not even that nice, trust me when I say I know.”

I appreciated that Ron was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, but putting Enid down was not the way to go about it.

“ I don’t hate her.” I blurted out, surprising even myself.

“She’s actually really nice. She’s lovely, she’s so good for Carl, I mean look how happy she makes him. I could never do that.”

Ron was surprised at the point of view I was taking.

“Well, to be honest y/n, everyone thinks you hate her, with no help from your little outburst yesterday.” He nudged me playfully as a rolled my eyes at him.

“Yeah well I’m just a dramatic person, you’ll get over it” I flicked my hair and sped past him., strutting a little, making him laugh.

“Yeah yeah y/n you keep joking, but you know you’re just jealous. Also feel free to keep strutting because I am loving the view I’m getting right now” Ron shouted from behind me cheekily.

I huffed, but stayed walking in front of him, thinking about his comment.

Was I jealous? Of course I was, I want it to be me in Carl’s arms, me making him laugh, but instead all I got was ditched as soon as another girl entered the equation.

What annoyed me most was that.. I didn’t hate Enid. She was more beautiful that I could ever be, and although she was a bit weird, she’s kind and thoughtful.

I guess it would be a lot easier for me if she was awful. that would mean I could hate them together with good reason. But no, she just had to go and be nice, making me feel like a selfish bitch whenever I felt anger bubble up inside of me when I saw them walking hand in hand, or kissing under the big oak tree, or laughing together as they looked into each other’s ey-

“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING? MY HOUSE IS BACK HERE YOU TWAT!”

Oh. I turned on my heel and looked at my surroundings. Ron was right, I’d walked right past his house and was nearly at the end of the street by the time Ron shouted at me. I huffed and stomped back, brushing past him into his house, muttering that I wasn’t a twat.

I ran up the stairs to his room, knowing the route well, I opened his door, ready to lie down with some comics and forget about the whole thing when-

oh for the lOVE OF SPAGHETTI

There, sitting on his bed, were Enid and Carl with their hands still closed around each other’s.

“Oomph, what the hell are you doing standing in the- oh. um. hello?” Ron was as confused as I was as the four of us looked at each other.

Cal looked right at me before clearing his throat and beginning his explanation.

“Oh um, dad told us to come and get you both to tell you about the meeting for tomorrow’s run, and Daryl told us that Ron had gone to get y/n to go to his house so we thought we’d come here to get you, but you took ages so we went inside and now you’re here and um, um yeah. ha” Carl finished awkwardly, scratching his head with a small smile and looking back down at his shoes.

'Oh. Right. Do you want to stay and chill with us then?“ Ron took it surprisingly well, but the quick side glance he gave me showed that he just wanted to make me uncomfortable. That prick.

Enid nodded with a grateful smile and reached to grab some comics from Ron’s side table, handing one to Carl and scooting over on the bed, patting the spot next to her and looking at me.

um. no, sweetie, sorry.

I pretended not to see her gesture and sat on the floor and we all read comics for an awkward half-hour, until I couldn’t take the tension anymore and told everyone that  I didn’t feel well and was going to head home.

"I can walk you back, i-if you want?” Carl said to me. I was surprised he was speaking to me, since we hadn’t really had a proper conversation for two weeks.

“Nah I’m ok, just going to head home, plus I don think your girlfriend would like that very much anyway.” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, and everyone looked at me shocked.

I ran out of the room and down the stairs before anyone could say anything, especially Enid.

I walked the rest of the way home. Why did I have to go and fuck things up even more, Carl will be pissed at me for speaking to his girlfriend like that, and even if he isn’t, I couldn’t even have a conversation with him without wanting to burst into tears and tell him everything.

As my house came into sight, I let a few tears fall when I saw the porch steps Carl and I used to sit on a talk about anything, nothing and everything. I had it all, but now he’s telling Enid all his hopes and dreams, looking up at the stars with her, hugging her, loving her.

I wiped my tears away.

Beautiful things just don’t happen to girls like me.

Senior Quotes
  • Rin: "Don't put anything stupid for your senior quote." -Dad
  • Len: "Woah, you actually graduated?!" -Mom
  • Yuuma: "I cheated on all my tests."
  • Teto: "Hannah Montana said no one is perfect, yet here I am."
  • Piko: "Opinions are like mixtapes: I don't wanna hear yours."
  • Mayu: "Of course I dress well, I didn't spend all that time in the closet for nothing." -Unknown
  • Fukase: "Born too late to explore the earth. Born too early to explore the galaxy. Born just in time to explore dank memes."

anonymous asked:

tbh i love phil with all of my heart but i just wish he expressed his opinions more often like i just want to know his thoughts pls :(

phil……………i wanna hear you speak….for real…………….this is why people dont empathize as much with phil………….because hes an alien…

anonymous asked:

What do u personally believe I Know I'm A Wolf is about? There are a few theories but I'm interested in urs because of the way it inspired u

I think ‘I Know I’m a Wolf’ has a lot of possible meanings, but I like to picture it as an abusive relationship scenario. The wolf is a possessive individual from whom the rabbit, being mistreated by the wolf in the past, is trying to get away from. He may truly love the rabbit but can’t seem to resist his “nature”/toxic behavior. When the music gets spooky I think the wolf may have snapped and ends up hurting the one he cares about

In the picture I drew a couple of weeks ago (x), the wolf is holding the rabbit down with its paws – not necessarily hurting it, but not letting it move either. I’ve met a few people who treat their pals like this, people who try to manipulate and keep their friends under control in order to keep them close, so I guess my own life experiences shows in the drawing as well

How about you Anon? What’s your opinion on the song? Feel free to hit me up if you wanna talk about it, I’d love to hear what you believe the song is about

anonymous asked:

U don't even post about lauren its CAM+REN pls change ur blog if u don't like lauren anymore ur always bitter abt her and 5h when all of us know the whole narrative is planned since d beginning yet u act like 5h r d villains. Are u joining the bandwagon hate towards lauren?? Why have a camren blog when u hate d other half ?

Omfg seriously?? When did I EVER said that 5h are the villains??? WHEN??? WHERE?? Please! Give me ONE example, ONE moment where I said this, just ONE, I’d like to see it! 

When did I ever hate on Lauren?????? WHERE??? WHEN??? Send me a screenshot! Send me a quote! ANYTHING

All I’ve ever said was that I was disappointed by the last twitter incident with the whole “wet dreams” thing and that it was going to take a little while for me to get over that! That’s all I’ve ever said! I think it would be quite hypocrite of me to reblog recent Lauren pics when I don’t know where I stand with her right now!

As for Camren I always said that I ship them for what they WERE, that means I get to be a Camren blog for as long as I fucking like because those moments aren’t ever going away!

But you know what? If you’re so displeased by my blog content then by all means unfollow me! Please! I won’t mind! Tumblr is supposed to be an happy place and if seeing my posts on your dash is making you so angry than spare yourself the disappointment! Or even better, start your own Camren blog! Give out the content you wanna see! Go ahead! Answer 50 asks a day! Anons asking for your opinion and then insult you and call you fake when your answer is a little bit too opinionated or isn’t what they want to hear! See how fun it is when anons twist your words because they didn’t take the time to read the elaborate answer you spend half an hour writing! Please, see how fun that is! See if you’re able to answer all those asks as nicely as I did over the past year, please go ahead! And then come back to me, we will talk! 

I won’t change anything about the way I run my blog because it’s MY BLOG, just because it’s a main Camren blog doesn’t mean you get to dictate what’s supposed to be on it, how I’m supposed to respond to certain situations or whether or not I’m a real Camren shipper. I share my personal opinion, I’m someone who has set opinions on certain things, and who doesn’t worship artists blindly without caring about what they put out in the world. 

If you don’t like it then you unfollow, it’s that simple.

Have a good day!

anonymous asked:

hai huda..i love your blog so much. by the way i really wanna hear your opinion on jackson show the episode where he's with jb and youngjae.i know u have lots to say about it

Man oh man, I literally had to turn on my computer just so I could answer this ask properly and give it the attention and time that it deserves.

Fair warning: this post will contain a LOT of shade, and I didn’t want to talk about that ep bc I didn’t want to offend people. But, since you asked, grab your cup and lemme serve you the tastiest brand of tea lmao.

So, my opinion on that episode is simple: Jackson took the opportunity to drag the hell out of the JB/Youngjae ship and he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. Now here is the thing, I always knew that Jackson hated the ship, and I told my bestfriend about that the first time I got into GOT7. 

(notice how Jackson chases after the touch and that’s not even the first time he does it i’m weak)

(taking screenshots doesn’t do this moment justice: he literally kept hitting JB multiple times. When I first saw this, I genuinely thought that it was out of character on Jackson’s part. Jackson is NOT the type to put a stop to the gay (being a bisexual icon himself), he actually even encourages things like that, and what’s more suspect is that when JB held him, he was happy about it! the only reasonable explanation for his behavior would be jealousy of course. Also Jinyoung is me. Always.)

Ok now that I gave you a taste of some old tea, let’s enjoy the new one shall we?

Oh my god i love this. As you can see, everything starts off nice and dandy right? but then, the moment Youngjae reaches out to JB, Jackson immediately touches him. You gonn’ tell me it’s coincidence, I’m gonna ask you to explain why it happens a second time then:

Truly iconic. 

Now let’s spice things up please.

This is legendary I’m telling yall.

So let’s just analyse what Jackson said: ‘COMPARED to others’ ‘but OTHERS think’. Now the question arises: Who are those ‘others’?

Simple: They’re the JB/Youngjae shippers lmao. Jackson, just like Bambam, knows what happens in the fandom, including its ships. Remember that time the boys went live and someone commented Marks*n, and because Jackson was so over it with that ship (that’s a whole new story) he said “No, Ma*kbam” and him and Bambam kept going back and forth “Ma*kBam, Marks*n”?? So my point is, Jackson knows that people ship Jb with Youngjae, and because it’s a NOTP for him, he took the opportunity to drag the hell out of it. 

Jackson, after that, kept insisting that he’s the person closest to JB. Let’s keep in mind that he’d asked Jinyoung and Yugyeom the same question, yet never kept pressing on the matter that much. It’s as if the confirmation that he was seeking was not to himself, but to ‘others that think Jb is closest to Youngjae’. Jb of course says he’s close to everyone (and JB is a lying liar that lies but I understand where he’s coming from because as a leader he has to give off the image that ALL members are close and bestfriends, which is obviously not true. People have preferences and it doesn’t necessarily mean that you hate others if you favor a certain someone.) but we all know that he’s closest to Jinyoung (bc bestfriend) and then Jackson (bc boyfriend).

When other strategies didn’t work, Jackson turns the Princess mode on, which is his secret weapon everytime he’s desperate to make Jb confess. 

Example:

I’m pretty sure you’ve watched this before, now do me a favor and watch that moment again and compare the tone, voice and body language that Jackson used with the ones in that other episode. They are exactly the same. (fun fact, this moment was what inspired me to write that jackbum fic where Jb called Jackson princess, only to have it confirmed later on by Youngjae and JB themselves lmao bye)

I noticed, while watching, how Youngjae kept drifting away and away and busying himself with the food until he was halfway out of the frame. Poor baby was feeling like a third wheel and honestly? it happens to me too when I watch Jackbum together. Thank god tho because the staff asked Youngjae to come closer and Jackson gave Youngjae his attention after that.

Finally, let’s talk about my favorite moment in the episode.

The shadiness of this is truly outstanding. 

‘Are they all the same’ ‘You picked the same one’ ‘Do it again’…. All this means that Jackson DID take out a paper but FOR SOME REASON he thought ‘naaah’ so he made Jb pick another one? why??? hmm

It gets shadier.

I’m sorry because the screenshots REALLY do not do this moment justice. Jackson’s face had DONE written all over it. That exasperated and annoyed sigh explains just how OVER IT he was. And the reason?

LMAO ARE YOU KIDDING ME ??? WHAT KINDA SHADE IS THAT JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE IN THE SEC PIC I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! Again, Jackson is NOT the type to get mad over things like that, he ENCOURAGES it dammit!!! God That was pure evil, pure shade, pure pettiness, pure jealousy and I am living for it all.

There you go Anon, I just spent an hour on this but you asked and I am here to serve. Hope the tea was your brand and make sure to let me know your thoughts on it.