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SNSD’s 10th Anniversary comeback is approaching us quick! We need to get “IGAB” to 200 million views fast! 

Also when they come back, I’m expecting you all to watch the MV on YouTube correctly so that they can get views and break records! And vote for the weekly music shows! They really do deserve this and we need it to make it one of their best comebacks! 

I keep seeing posts of thin people explaining that body positivity is unnecessary or ridiculous, all while wildly missing the point of what body positivity is and who it’s for. 

I mean it must be easy to find it useless when you’re a thin white cis able bodied perisex person with conventionally attractive features and the money to buy whatever beauty products you want but like, some of us aren’t you. 

And for some of us, body positivity and fat acceptance are radical acts of defiance against kyriarchy and a demand to no longer be oppressed. So I mean. It matters.

Like, body positivity isn’t just about wanting people to call you pretty, although recognizing that you are beautiful in a world that tells you otherwise is a radical act.

It’s about normalizing transgender and intersex bodies and fighting for their body autonomy and against transphobia and intersexism. It’s about making the world for accessible for fat and disabled bodies and putting an end to ableism. It’s about holding doctors accountable and demanding that they treat and help people of color, women, and fat people the same way they treat cishet white skinny men. It’s fighting against fatphobia and diet culture, rallying against misogyny, etc. It’s activism, it’s feminism, it’s revolutionary.

There are real people out there who can’t legally wear their natural hair, or who are given less pay because of how they look, or are being denied equal rights because of the body type they have or the appearance of their genitalia. Can you really tell me that fighting against that kind of thing is useless?

And yes, a lot of body positive blogs struggle with intersectionality. Many fail to move past sharing pastel images with cute slogans that only make thin white cishet perisex women feel better. But that is the fault of those bloggers. It doesn’t make body positivity useless; it just means that it is due for a makeover. 

Body positivity and fat acceptance are not and have never been about just wanting other people to think you’re pretty. It’s not about your worth and value being defined by your prettiness. 

And all these posts out there calling body positivity a worthless movement because “We shouldn’t be defined by our looks” or “I don’t want to be called pretty” are wildly missing the point. It’s not about that. It’s never been about that.

I just wish people could understand that the oppression I face isn’t some minor issue that doesn’t need to be challenged. Like, maybe that’s not what these people intend to say when they talk like this but that is exactly what I hear. 

-Mod Bella 

jackkellyssweetheart  asked:

I read all of that. I already buy you coffee. I want Cassian to make Jyn not feel like shit. Kthxloveyoubye

That you do, bestie! So here’s a little something: 

In the Aftermath 

He finds her where he always finds her: curled up against the circular med-bay window, reaching out toward the white snow of Hoth as if she could lean through the glass and touch it. Her breath mists against the glass as shivers wrack her slim frame and a lone finger draws lines in the fog: a phantom tally. 

Cassian shrugs his jacket off as he approaches Jyn slowly,  one foot in front of the other until he can slip the heavy material around her quaking shoulders. They each have their ways of coping with Scarif, with all the lives lost in that battle, but it hit Jyn the hardest. 

They woke up in the med bay to hear not only about the deaths of their friends, but about the destruction of Alderaan. It was jarring for him, to know that they both succeeded in the suicide mission to grab the plans, but failed to stop the Death Star before it could be used again.

He hadn’t realized how it would effect Jyn until the first time she escaped from her med and he found her here: covering the window with tally marks and whispering under her breath. 

The second time he found her, he realized what she was doing. There was one tally for each member of their team that hadn’t made if off Scarif: 

“Bodhi Rook.” 

“Chirrut Imwe.” 


Only when the names continued did it become apparent that she had moved beyond just their circle. 

“Bail Organa.” 

“Amara Lucenza.” 

“What are you doing?” He’d interrupted, voice choked with grief. 

“Counting the dead,” Jyn had responded in a voice to melancholic and empty to belong to the fighter they’d kidnapped off that prison ship, the daughter of an Imperial engineer who had fought for everything she ever got. This woman was broken. “One mark for each person my father’s killed with his machine.” 

Cassian had recoiled in horror, that she had fallen to this, to wallowing in the deaths caused by the Death Star, the deaths of both friends and strangers alike. “It’s not your fault, Jyn.” 

“It might as well be,” she whispered back, drawing another line. “They all think so. I can see it in their eyes when they think I’m not looking. It’s like I murdered them myself…”  

Cassian sits beside her in silence as the tally marks continue. A year after Scarif, she only comes here occasionally, when the nightmares keep her from sleeping and the voices of friends long gone haunt her. They each have their ways of coping. He tinkers, plans strategy, beats up the Rebellion’s latest intelligence recruit. She sits here and counts the dead until she no longer sees their faces when she shuts her eyes. 

He sits with her, arms wrapped around his arms. She beats the snot out of him when he gets in one of his moods and scares away all his sparring partners. He holds this vigil with her. 

Han calls their relationship dysfunctional, but what does that nerfherder know? They’re all each other has. 

“You didn’t have to stay.” 

Cassian starts, jerking out of a sleep he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. His eyes latch onto Jyn. She still leans against the window, but she’s no longer compulsively counting or shaking. He shrugs. “I wanted to.” 

Jyn shifts then, climbing into Cassian’s lap so they can embrace each other, so they can take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. They both survived, and they will continue to survive. 

“I miss them,” she in a whisper. Here, in the forgotten corners of the base they can drop their walls and admit their secrets, can stop pretending that everything is alright. 

“Me too.” He presses a kiss to Jyn’s hair and imagines the rest of the team around them, feels their presence bolstering them in their lowest moments. “I am one with the Force…” 

“The Force is with me,” Jyn finishes on a breath, squeezing Cassian a little tighter. 

As one they relax, finally comforted and home in each other’s arms.

TalesFromYourServer: "I want you to buy me a new shirt."

This happened about 7 years ago, when I worked in a popular local sports bar chain. I remember this man’s rage as though it happened yesterday, though.

An older man and his wife come in at the beginning of the dinner shift, before rush. He orders a fried seafood combo platter, which was a piece of cod, clam strips, shrimp, slaw and fries. They were very nice, knew what they wanted right away. I see the runner bring out the food, give them a second, and then go check on them. This is when trouble starts. I will be S, the man will be M.

M: These fries are cold! You aren’t even busy, how can you bring me COLD food??

S: I’m very sorry, sir. I’ll bring you fresh fries right away.

M: (as he’s struggling to open his 2oz cocktail sauce): they better be HOT…I cannot believe you would…

At this point, he has been pressing on the center of the 2oz lid instead of just peeling one side off LIKE EVERY OTHER PERSON ALIVE DOES. Well. That causes the lid to pop off a little and squirt cocktail sauce on his shirt. We all just sat there in silence for a minute.


S: I am so sorry, sir…let me get you some club soda??…


So, I go to the kitchen, tell them to drop fresh fries, and grab a manager. I give him a quick rundown of the situation and he goes off to deal with it. I peek out while waiting on fries, and all I hear is him demanding the restaurant replace his “very expensive” shirt, while my manager is apologizing but insisting we could only offer to cover his dry cleaning bill (which I thought was pretty damn generous considering it was 100% his fault.)

Fries come up, I go to bring them out right as I see him pick up his seafood platter and throw it at the wall. They were in a booth, so throwing it at the wall at such a close distance just meant more cocktail sauce and random food bits sorta splattered on them.

The man gets up and storms out, the wife attempts to ask for the bill, the man comes back in and demands his wife “get in the damn car!”. The poor woman looked to my manager, who told her to just go, and she slinked away, while her husband stormed to the car.

I felt so bad for the woman. I couldn’t stop laughing at how childish her husband acted though. It was such an extreme reaction and I knew I wouldn’t have gotten a tip regardless of if they stayed or left. All I could do was laugh.

By: tinklesprinkle

anonymous asked:

You and H want to buy an apartment in NYC so now that the guys are in the city for the premier, you guys take Fionn with you so you have a second opinion.

And Fionn is totally enjoying apartment shopping with you guys, and when you find one he REALLY likes, he nods his head and looks around. “Yeah this’ll be a nice place for me to crash on weekends.” With a little smirk.

send me Harry + y/n + Fionn best friend concepts

Ita-chan and Big brother Spain spot a handsome Frenchman approaching backstage.




I want to...
  • I want to wake up next to you,
  • eat breakfast with you,
  • play computer games with you,
  • watching movies with you in bed,
  • hold your hand and watch tv,
  • send you cute texts,
  • buy you gifts,
  • nap together,
  • look into your eyes,
  • be with you at the sunrise and sunset,
  • cook for you,
  • walk in the rain with you,
  • fall asleep whilst on the phone to you,
  • snuggle in bed,
  • mess up your hair,
  • kiss you good night and morning.