crap as usual

justalittleperson  asked:

You support this pro life Kill the Moon theory? Would you like to explain why? I always thought it was a really silly interpretation of the episode, tbh. But maybe I've missed something?

A lot of it is just the powerful pro-life vibe that comes off it in general, but details wise the (rough) allegory is basically:

  • Show: the prioritising of a singular unborn life, over the fate of an entire planet, because “I’m going to need a lot more [information/assurance] before I’m going to kill a baby”. 
  • Real Life: the prioritising of a singular unborn life over the fate of an entirely already formed person. Smaller scale, but still very similar. 

It’s just full of the kind of sentiment and guilt-tripping sort of stuff that is thrown at people wanting to get abortions to try and make them feel bad about their decision. More than anything else, so much of the language used is eerily similar. 

Also. It’s incredibly unrealistic because the only man well he’s non-binary but that’s irrelevant here present nopes out of the conversation, says it’s not his place, and leaves the women to decide. Which NEVER happens in actual debates around abortion. The women are lucky if they ever get a say at all, let alone get to discuss/debate it without cis men trying to offer their irrelevant opinions. 

It’s like a whole weird twisted allegory, and it just makes me deeply uncomfortable. Like, the actual details are murky, but the pro-life sentiment and subsequent subtextual accusation is still very much there, it’s physically tangible in the episode, and it’s really unpleasant. 

Which is a shame, because Clara’s whole speech about the Doctor abandoning her/being patronising is amazing. 

lonely sentence starters

“Long time no see! How’re you holding up?”
“You clearly weren’t expecting me.”
“I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.”
“I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.”
“You’ve been quiet lately.”
“How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.”
“Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?”
“This is supposed to be a party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.”
“Has nobody come to see you?”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“When’s the last time you went outside?”
“Do you even want to see anyone?”
“You seem lonely…”
“Don’t you have any friends?”
“I don’t mind keeping you company.”
“Do you really have this place all to yourself?”
“Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.”
“I’d visit you more often if I had the time…”
“I am your friend. You’ve got me.”
“Are you lonely?”
“I just want to be left alone.”
“I’ve been so alone.”
“You’re the first person to visit me in ages.”
“I wish you’d visit more often.”
“I’m just so sick of being alone all the time.”
“No, of course I’m not lonely.”

Back Together? | Jughead x Reader

Request: Part two to aftermath


im going to be really depressed if their isn’t a part 2 of aftermath do you wanna see me depressed

if you do an aftermath imagine can you please have her end up with Cheryl their friendship is so cute

please do a part 2 of aftermath where jughead and her get back together

A/n: I’m really glad you guys are liking aftermath and I got a bunch of requests for part 2 so here you go.

Part 1

Originally posted by riverrdxle

1. is it worth it?

It has been a whole month since your break up with Jughead and it’s been a whole week since he told you he wanted to get back together. And honestly, you weren’t sure. Usually you could say yes in a heart beat, but you were at your best. You felt confident and free, you weren’t sure if you were ready to date again.

Jughead has apologized and knew he screw up, really bad. After the first week of dating Betty, it was like she was only a girlfriend. The friendship between the two stopped and only treated each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. The both hated that, so much.

The breakup was simple and no feelings got hurt, they just hated the fact that they couldn’t be friends and a couple. Those feelings also faded, because Jug wasn’t over you and Betty still felt something for Archie.

As for you, you were on top of the pyramid. You felt like a fresh new person, you took control of how people viewed you and thought of you, with a little help from Cheryl of course. You went on dates a couple times with a few different guys, but they were just dates.

When Jughead asked you if you wanted to get back together, you felt like all hell was crashing on top of you. He left the memories behind and gave it to you. And you threw them away.

Is this really worth it? What if he hurts you again?

2. how will this end?

What if you say yes? Would it end the same? Would he leave you behind? Would you be left with the memories while he makes new ones with someone else? Will he still care about the friendship?

Questions after questions. They wouldn’t stop, “you shouldn’t even be considering this.” Cheryl was over like usual, you would always invite her over knowing about her home life. “I know I shouldn’t, but what if this actually turns out good.”

Your best friend gave you a ‘are you sure,’ kind of look. Cheryl was never a big fan of Jughead, specially after the break up. “What if it turns out the same? What if he leaves you for someone else again? You’re telling him he can break your heart a thousand time and you’ll still take him back.”

You smiled at your best friend, Cheryl might seem like a total bitch, but she’s really not. You just have to get to know her and after that she’ll become the bestest friend you will ever have. “If this doesn’t go well, I will have my best friend to pick me up.”

Your red headed best friend gave you a warm smile, “of course she will, but she hates seeing you hurt.” Cheryl barely showed any emotion to anyone, except maybe you and Jason. But their is something more to this.

Cheryl is an overprotective best friend, but you knew their was something more. Her words might not say so, but her eyes certainly do. “What is really the reason you don’t want us to get back together? I can tell their’s more.”

Your friend’s smile dropped and she looked at you with sadness. “I’m - I’m just worried you’re gonna go back to the scooby gang. When you were with them you barley spent any time with me.” A tear escaped the red heads eyes, you quickly wiped it away.

“If I do get back with him, it doesn’t mean I’ll be going back to that group. I’m at my highest with you,” Cheryl’s frown quickly turned into a smile. “Then I want whatever will make you happy, if it doesn’t work, I will be by your side.”

3. do you belong together?

Do you really belong together? You were a social butterfly, he was an anti social writer. Do those two things fit together? Not talking about social wise, but in the long term. How will this work?

“Do we really belong together Cher?” You looked over at your best friend who happen to be looking at a picture of you and Jughead. “I don’t know y/n, all I know is I will be there every step of the way.”

This was your decision and no one, not even the person that knew you the best could give you an answer. Maybe it was best to stay friends, you’re relationship wasn’t the strongest, and the friendship broke. Maybe you should work on that first.

4. decide

You have made your decision, you have planned to meet Jughead at pop’s in a hour, but knowing him he’ll probably already be there. Cheryl and you had a sleepover and still haven’t gotten out of your silk pajamas.

You went over to your closet to choose the items of clothing you were gonna wear. You went for a loose band tee which you tucked in with your black ripped skinny jeans. You topped the outfit with a leather jacket and some converse.

You did your makeup like you always did and your hair was curled. “You look great!” You gave your friend a soft smile and looked at yourself in the mirror. Are you really ready for this? You took a deep breath washing the thought away, you were going to do this.

Take the risk y/n, everything will be fine at the end. “We better get going or we’re going to be late and I’m just really hungry.” You laughed at your best friend while heading out the door.

The whole car ride you were contemplating was you were going to say and now you were face to face with the one and only, Jughead Jones. All the stuff you were planning to say flew away. You looked into his green eyes and you just lost it.

Every word, you had to speak from the heart and brain without preparation and that scared you. For once, Jughead didn’t have his laptop on him. It was just the two of you, no electronic devices.

“Where’s your laptop?” You simply asked, trying to start up a conversation, “I left it at home.” And that was all. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comforting either. Like it use to be.

“So is the writing going good?”

“Yeah, but nothing interesting has come up. So y/n. What am I gonna write about when I get back?”

“You’re gonna write something interesting…”

dont let bill know about the companion cube theory or that they gotta incinerate it

i lowkey like @zentagon‘s portal au 


The direwolf was the sigil of the Starks, but Arya felt more a lamb, surrounded by a herd of other sheep. She hated the villagers for their sheepishness, almost as much as she hated herself.

I should not be dreaming wolf dreams, the girl told herself. I am a cat now, not a wolf. I am Cat of the Canals. The wolf dreams belonged to Arya of House Stark. Try as she might, though, she could not rid herself of Arya.

Remember when E’dawn gave Hui a ring that said “I love dawn” on it

I mean they’re literally a married couple so uh

(not a real submission, I just felt like I should provide a little proof on those 28 five stars. I actually dunno how rare or outlandish that actually is ;; )

This is the post of full-page five stars, reblog for good summoning luck or something something however that meme goes. (Seriously, I hope you all get your faves~)



shows i started watching in 2017 meme
1. the good place - “you’re a giant chunk of spinach in the teeth of the universe.”


This took exactly three months longer than expected. Any sane person would have reconsidered before dumping a quarter of a year into making a parody short about a minor character in a stage play. .

If you’ve read the hilarious wild ride that was Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, I’m sure you too were caught off guard by the ridiculousness that is the trolley lady sequence. Under her kindly facade, she is in fact some sort of ageless homunculus that threatens school children with her arm spikes. Yikes.

You might also notice that the animation on Albus and Scorpius vastly outpaces the crap I usually churn out. That’s because Styxtwig kindly offered her animated talents in the pursuit of this madness. 

It’s been a surreal, almost dadaist expenditure of effort. Hopefully, you’ll get a chuckle out of it! 

Mischief Managed - Archie Andrews Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by ferrisbueller

Warnings: Slight seduction, more flirting and playful than anything :P 

Request: @nouxtani: hi! I noticed your ask box wasn’t open so, can I request 2 & 7 with archie please x 

2. “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” 

7. “Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” 

Summary: (Y/N) and Archie have just started dating after many years of friendship. One day (Y/N) decides to surprise Archie after school and gets a surprise of their own. 

A/N: Whoopsies, sorry I didn’t realise I hadn’t opened it. Enjoy the imagine!! 

You and Archie had been best friends since…well birth really. You know literally everything about each other. You even knew about what happened with Ms Grundy, and while you despised what happened between them, you stuck with him right through to when he ended things. A few months later he asked you out, and while you kinda got over him when he dated Grundy, you still accepted. Now, you were very glad you did as things had only gotten better since you two became a couple. Even Betty was happier with you by his side then Grundy. 

Since you were a prankster by nature, mischief was always something you made sure you had a daily dose of. Today being no different. Since Archie had football practice you decided you were gonna scare him…in his very own room. After stopping by Pop’s to grab some snacks for the hideout, you make your way to the Andrews’ residence and wait for Archie’s dad to let you in. 

“Oh (Y/N)! I didn’t know you were coming over today. Archie is at football practice so he won’t be home til 6,“ Fred greeted. 

“Hi Fred, I was actually hoping to scare Archie when he comes home later. Is it ok if I camp out in his room til then?” you ask politely and hopefully. Fred was a pretty chill parent and he knew you guys wouldn’t do anything…at least not while he was home. He releases a deep chuckle while he opens the door. 

“Sure (Y/N), come on in" 

“Thanks Fred!“ You call while walking upstairs and straight into Archie’s room and scoping out the layout. While looking around you see a giggling figure through the window. You skip over to it and open it. 

“And what kind of mischief are you managing (N/N)?” Betty curiously giggles. 

“Oh you know, just trying to scare the crap out of Archie, the usual,“ you wink. That only causes her to start laughing even more, resulting in you joining her in her fit of giggles. 

“Ok well I’ll leave ya to it, have fun!” And she walks to her desk and starts writing something. Shaking your head you look around and decide that the closet would probably be the best place to hide. You sit on his bed, devouring your snack and pulling out your phone. A couple more hours later you hear Fred loudly calling up the stairs to Archie. Bless him! You think as you grab your stuff and jump into the wardrobe. 

You hear Archie shuffling around and you silently pull open the doors. And while his back was towards you, you slowly walk out and lean against the wall. Still not noticing you yet, he pulls down his jeans and you while you enjoy the view of his nicely toned legs and backside, you decide that you should probably reveal your presence. 

“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” You announce, hilariously scaring your boyfriend into the best reaction you could’ve gotten. 

“Jesus (Y/N), you scared me,“ he puffs, "what are you doing here anyway?" 

“I wanted to scare you.” You smirk. 

“Of course you did,“ and after a bit of a pause, an unspoken staring contest begins between his annoyed brown eyes and your mischievous (E/C) eyes. About 5 minutes into the contest, with neither one of you willing to surrender, you decide to play dirty. 

“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” You say lacing feigned shock, scandal, and innocence into your tone. His eyes widen and his gaze drops down to confirm what you had just said. Revelling in the inevitable win, you smirk at him with a different kind of confidence. 

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me baby,” you wink at him and glide out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. 

“How’d it go?“ Fred asks stirring a pot at the stove. 

“Better than I imagined,” and before you could recount all the details of the previous event, Archie enters the kitchen and grabs an apple.  

“So dad, can (N/N) stay for dinner?“ 

“She can, but you’ll need to make sure she wants to,” he answers nodding towards you. Archie looks at you, quirking an eyebrow at you. Before you can answer, Fred interrupts with an amused tone, “really Arch? You can’t ask (Y/N) properly?“ 

“Its all good Fred, I’d love to stay for dinner,” you quickly answer not really wanting Archie to ask in a way that’ll make you want to kiss, kill, or hit him all at the same time. 

“Ok then, dinner will be ready in 30 minutes,“ He smiles turning his attention back onto the pot. 

“Awesome dad, we’ll just be studying upstairs until its ready,” and you follow Archie back up into his room and close the door. 

“So are we actually gonna study? Or are -“ your question is interrupted by a pair of lips pressing onto your own. 

I guess not.

A/N: Y/N = your name, N/N = nickname, E/C = eye colour. Let me know what you think and 50 points to your house if you spot the reference :P

Dissociation Recognition

I keep hearing lots of systems who know they have DID/OSDD periodically doubting their sanity/correctness/validity because they are worried their trauma “wasn’t enough” (FYI there is no “not enough”) and they “don’t really feel like/think that [they] dissociate that much/at all”, or supposedly non DID/OSDD systems who don’t remember any trauma and therefore assume they must be non-traumagenic because, “Well even if I didn’t remember trauma if I REALLY was traumagenic, I’d dissociate a lot.” (There is also the, “I don’t think I have real/bad triggers though?”/“I don’t have triggers though- I’ve CHECKED,” issue, but I will save that for another post.)

Here is the thing about dissociation: It is so fucking weird and difficult to describe that literally people who spend most of their time dissociated to at least some extent cannot even describe it easily, and it is something they feel *every day*. When you ask these people who don’t think they dissociate what they define dissociation as, they don’t even honestly know. Just “something more dramatic that I would obviously recognize if I felt it.” But the truth is, you DON’T always recognize it. Not at first. I mean hell, most of the time none of us even realize what we are feeling has a NAME, is even a THING, is not just some random weird malfunction totally unique to our brain that is just us individually of all humans being broken. We don’t feel it and go, “oh hey let me google this experience and see what it’s called,” and find out it’s called dissociation. We encounter someone else talking about what dissociation, by name, feels like, defining it, and go, “OMG Holy fucking hell this has a NAME?!?! THIS HAS A *NAME*!!! Other people feel this! Holy crap! Omg! Holy crap! Ahhhhhhh!” (Pretty much verbatim, usually, if you’re curious.)

You don’t have to lose time to dissociate, you don’t have to become catatonic. You don’t have to experience practically accidental astral projection level of disconnect from your body. You don’t have to be rendered totally non-functional. While all of those things obviously happen to some people often and to others rarely, they may never happen to you. That doesn’t mean you don’t dissociate. Dissociation can be that moment of staring at your hands and going “you know- this is really WEIRD but like for some reason my brain isn’t registering that these look like my hands? Even though they obviously are? And even though I can’t see anything different about them than usual???” It’s reaching out for something and then having this weird little mental lurch when somehow it doesn’t feel like it is where it *should* be, like somehow you *reached* wrongly even though it is exactly where you left it, and not getting why. It’s colors suddenly appearing brighter or dimmer for no apparent reason, when there has been no change in lighting. It’s objects appearing suddenly closer or farther away, subjectively, even though physically you are aware that in actual measurable distance they have not moved location and neither have you. It’s things appearing larger or smaller even when you can see, literally see, that they have not. It’s knowing none of that bloody makes sense and that it is happening anyway. It’s feeling mentally “foggy” in a way that is deeper than sleepiness or distraction. It’s feeling distant from the front of your face, like your mind is somehow pulled away from your eyes looking out from inside of yourself, even when your vision is exactly the same as it always it.

So much of dissociation is paradox. And paradoxes are, by their nature difficult to describe. Definitions in vague and abstract terms, drawn from text book excerpts penned by people who have never experienced it will not truly convey to you what the wide array of dissociative experiences includes. If you have any reason to evaluate whether you do or do not experience dissociation, go out of your way to hear about it from people who have already spent months or years figuring out how to articulate the nigh inarticulable. Some of what they say may be things you would never even have *guessed* the abstract definition was referring to. And you may find that some of it sounds shockingly familiar.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any suggestions on fanfictions where Obi-Wan didn't become a Jedi?

Hi!  I know there are a bunch out there that I’m still getting to, but I can only think of three that I’ve finished reading (what’s been posted), but they’re really good ones!  It’s not a trope I usually read, I get sadfaced when Obi-Wan isn’t living the life he wants to live, but occasionally some get me past that!

- Lost Reflections by esama, obi-wan & cast, time travel (?), 30.5k wip

Obi-Wan didn’t become Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice, and Ben didn’t exile himself to Tatooine.  On Bandomeer the two meet.

A young Obi-Wan is sent off to the agricultural corps and a stranger with the same last name as him shows up, who begins working with him and teaching him, in a different way but no less worthwhile and meaningful.  It’s a very calm and almost slice-of-life kind of story, it’s about two people (the same person, though, any potential reveal hasn’t happened yet) who need to heal finding each other and helping each other.  Ben is so wounded in spirit, young Obi-Wan is so frustrated and unsettled, that in learning to use the Force on this planet, to help grow things, is surprisingly interesting a read and so touching for how they both find better places in their lives.  That they’re not limited to one path and that they can find solace in exactly where they are.

Don’t let the WIP nature fool you, it’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey.  It’s a lovely story and was incredibly warm and soothing to me, when I used to get antsy about the idea of Obi-Wan not being a Jedi. (full rec can be found on this post)

- Sun Kissed by Vee017, obi-wan/anakin & cast, nsfw, off-screen rape themes, 81.7k wip

Being on a world that supports slavery is one thing. Buying a slave and bringing him into Republic space is entirely another.

The other thing that makes me feel better about Obi-Wan not being a Jedi is when he meets Anakin and they can go live their life together instead!  This one might be a miss for you if you can’t handle rape and sex slave themes (though nothing happens on-screen or in current time, it’s all in the past), but I liked it for being a long journey between these characters, that they don’t just jump together, that it’s been 80k and they’re still working their shit out, because they both have things to heal from. (full rec can be found on this post)

- One Whose Authority by Mithrigil, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 33.1k

After seven years training as Qui-Gon’s Padawan, Anakin finally has questions that his Master can’t answer. A specialist in force-user initiation and the erotic mysteries might be just what Anakin needs–but Kenobi is almost too good at his job.

I also greatly enjoyed this one, it has a sex scene that is ridiculously hot (well, three of them that were fantastic!), but that it wound sex together with teaching Anakin how to manage his feelings, how to learn to settle down and find a little more balance.  The combination of those two things made this a really fascinating read and I love that this Obi-Wan may have wanted more, but he wasn’t miserable where he was, that he was still helping people!  Even if he still had something of a journey to go through, even if there was some angst, it was a largely happy fic!  And also, seriously, that scene with the medicine caplets and Anakin’s focus, holy hell, that one stayed with me.  (full rec can be found on this post)

anonymous asked:

The reason Jerry works so well is because outside of the crap he gets, he has a very happy and successful life. He has a wife/kids who love and adore him. The people who give him crap at times help him when it counts, and the crap he does get is usually self caused. Unlike characters like Meg from Family guy, who doesn't deserve most the crap she gets and is almost never happy, Jerry Works. Just another reason Parks and Rec is an amazing show.

Originally posted by elevatoroperatorr

Dear White People

yes, I’m talking to myself too

I had to block and report a neo-Nazi today. Multiple times. And my friend took it sarcastically because he’s gotten used to hearing stuff like that.

Let me say that again.

He’s gotten used to hearing racism, hatred, and microaggressions.

That is inot okay on any level, but I’m not naive enough to believe racism is “a thing of the past” in this country.

SO! To those of you who want to be Good Friends and Good Allies here’s some things I was reminding myself of:

1. Listen. LISTEN listen Listen to people when they say they’ve been hurt or treated poorly or are uncomfortable. Listen and then ask if there’s any way you can help.

2. Be a good friend: rejoice with each other’s victories and grieve with losses and get righteously angry when people say and do awful hurtful things to others.

3. Don’t talk over people’s experiences, but use what privilege you may have to amplify what needs to be heard, seen, recognized.

4. If you see someone being hateful, a bigot, then shut that crap down. Insults don’t usually work though, heads up. (Side note, every once in a while microaggressions can come from people who have not been taught better. See if you can help them become a better Ally!)

5. Culture is SO important, and when it’s shared it can be a beautiful thing. Keep in mind that every culture is different, there are different social rules. So far my rule of thumb is ask if something is okay and if it’s offensive you apologize and now you know better.

These aren’t rules or anything, it’s what I’m working through because I want to be a better Ally to my friends, neighbors, and the friends and family I haven’t met yet. If I missed anything or you have concerns about the way I worded something, please let me know!