damn they grew up

  • Oda: So my pitch is an adventure Shounen manga with pirates as the main protagonists. There will be cool fighting with weird exciting powers and everything.
  • Editor: Cool.
  • Oda: And like, also, corrupt constitution, conspiracy theories, racial prejudices, mass genocide, slavery and human trafficking, CHILD slavery and trafficking, cannibalism, illegal lab experiments, war tension that could break any moment, basically grey morality all around.
  • Editor:
  • Oda:
  • Editor:
  • Oda: ...and big boobs?
  • Editor: Welcome to the company.

ppl with low or no empathy arent monsters lmao… u dont need empathy to have a moral compass? like we all grew up on the same damn planet getting told the same basic rules so we all understand the difference between right and wrong. just bc we can’t relate to someones emotional experience doesn’t mean we think murder is okay or some shit. @ neurotypicals get over urselves

Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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anonymous asked:

yo so like.......how much do you love mitch marner?

okay, so the game is over and i’m on my laptop which means that i can give this the full attention it deserves.

how much do i love mitch marner? that’s a damn good question.

this boy grew up in toronto with dreams bigger than him. since he was a kid he wanted to play for the maple leafs. did anyone really think he could do this? no, not even he did. mitch thought his career was over before it had even begun. he went on a pointless streak during the first year of his draft eligibility and this kid thought that that was the end of it. he got so down on himself that his dad had to take him home for a bit.

did he give up here, though? well, obviously not. he worked his ass off and he got back to where he was, maybe even better than where he was. and then he went fourth overall to his hometown team. this kid, who went far lower in the ohl draft than he should have because of his size, got drafted by the toronto maple leafs, the team he’s loved since before he could tie his own skates. he then went on to dominate the ohl, winning numerous awards and the ever so coveted, memorial cup as co-captain of the knights.

and now? now he’s one of the most important players on the team. he puts in consistent work every single game - he even plays when he’s sick - and doesn’t give up or ever really get discouraged. he’s like this ray of sunshine for the leafs. also, he’s in the leafs record book now, during a rookie season no one thought he’d play. plus, he’s surround by other amazing rookies, yet he still manages to hold his own and prove his skill, night in, night out.

now, enough about his accomplishments, which even though they’re a huge part of why i love and admire him as much as i do, they are not the only reasons.

mitch marner can light up an entire fucking stadium when he smiles and damn, is it a contagious smile or what? everything he does it to make his parents proud and there’s no one who’s opinion matters more than his dads to him. after his family home caught on fire and they had no idea of the damage, his first question was about his pets and never about all of the important mementos from a childhood spent playing hockey. he used to wear number 93 because it was the year his brother was born, yet turned it down when his childhood idol, doug gilmour, offered it to him. he cuddles his teammates and loves them so much. he’s always praising them and is so proud of their success. he gets just as happy as a fan would, maybe even more, when he or anyone else on the leafs scores. he’s just got this complete and unadulterated joy when he plays and he doesn’t let anything ruin that.  he’s a hometown boy who got to go home and you can see in the way he plays how grateful he is for that.

all in all, mitch is sunshine on skates and i love him more than i could possibly put into words. he’s an amazing and accomplished guy with a massive heart and i would literally have to spend hours trying to string together the 26 letters of our alphabet to explain my love for him and it still wouldn’t be enough.

tldr; i love mitch marner more than i love anything else in the world and yes, yes, i would write an essay for him.

The Cat Lady

I used to have three beautiful cats. Chloe, Jewel, and Mercy. My sweet girls. I had the perfect family. A husband Greg, my son Dylan, and of course the cats. Jewel was the snitch. Always pacing around the table, warbling for whatever we had. She had developed a taste for green beans. Mercy was the prim lady. Always cleaning herself. Always sitting on the bookshelves. And always found where I hid the cat treats.

Jewel was my favorite though. Whenever my lap was available, she was sitting there. At night she’d sleep at the foot of the bed. In the morning, she’d wake me by kneading my chest. Greg would laugh and say she was just making sure my heart hadn’t stopped. Her version of kitty CPR.

Greg and I were considering getting just one more when the accident happened. Greg was on the way to the clinic with the cats to update their vaccinations, and… well, I’m almost thankful that my babies didn’t suffer.

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real talk though, thief king bakura probably didn’t grow up with access to a proper education. it’s pretty damn likely he grew up not knowing how to read most, if not all scripts.

but what does that mean for yami bakura. does fusing with zorc just magically bestow upon him the power of modern-day literacy or did he have sit through a bare-basics rundown of his abc’s at the grocery store with ryou.

JAMES POTTER WAS JUST A BOY WHO WAS IN LOVE AND FINALLY GREW UP AND WAS SO DAMN PROUD OF HARRY THAT EVERY TIME HE WOULD LAUGH OR CLUMSILY TRY TO WALK OR CRAWL JAMES CRIED LIKE A BABY BECAUSE HE WAS SO DAMN PROUD AND MY OH MY “MY SON IS GONNA BE A LEGEND! LOOK AT HIM PADS HE IS A GENIUS” AND WAS SUCH A GOOD AND LOYAL FRIEND AND GAVE MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES TO THE OTP MEMBERS DURING THE WAR AND WOULD WAKE LILY UP WITH BREAKFAST IN BED WHEN SHE HAD NIGHTMARES ABOUT VOLDEMORT AND WOULD MADE SURE TO TAKE THE BOYS OUT AND MAKE THEM LAUGH TO KEEP THEIR SPIRITS HIGH AND HE WAS SUCH A PURE BOY WHO ONLY WANTED EVERYBODY TO BE HAPPY AND HE WAS BETRAYED BY HIS BEST FRIEND AND WAS MURDERED TRYING TO PROTECT HIS WIFE AND HIS NEWBORN SON.

beauty and the beast had a two second clip of two men dancing together and suddenly everyone is cheering for how disney is so “inclusive” and “supportive of the lgbt community”. clap fucking clap well done disney. but you do know about the fact that the casting call for the live action mulan doesn’t include li shang, right? the li shang who showed clear signs of falling in love with mulan as fa ping, who was supposed to be a male? and still loved her as mulan yeah it’s that li shang. i’m a bisexual girl. i have grown up with mulan for most of my life. there was even a point when i was five years old that i watched the damn movie every day. i loved it and still do, and i grew up idolising the two main characters. mulan kicked butt and saved china, and i adored her. and shang, for me, growing up in a house with a mother who believes in negative stereotypes attributed to bi people, was my lifeline. i clung to his character because he was the closest thing i had to good representation. but now disney want to take that away and replace it with heteronormative bullshit. huge companies like disney don’t care about representation, they’ll make up some crap once every five years or so so we’ll buy their shit and we lap it up because we are starved of good representation. shang is expendable to them and i’m sick of it. i am sick of being treated as if bisexuals aren’t important. that’s why if li shang isn’t in the live action movie singing “i’ll make a man out of you”, i personally will march to disney headquarters and shove my vhs copy of mulan up bob iger’s arse. fuck you disney 

Season 3 Spoilers!!!

OK SO LEEMMME CATCH MY BREATHE ——– 

ACORDING TO THIS SPOILER - SHIRO IS ALIVE AND MATT LOOKS REALLY DAMN HOTTT!!!

SOURCE: @/ohlittleasianone on instagram (on her story) 

SO IT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S POSSIBLY RECORDING THE VOICE FOR A NEW CHARACTER 

THIS HAS GOT TO BE LEGIT AND IS ALL OVER INSTAGRAM ATM

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HEY so a wip of that Adam & Ronan sketchpage which uh. is primarily Adam right now >.>

Coca-Cola T-shirt, Cargo Pants, and Converse is an iconic look tbh.

So is: Mechanic’s coveralls, white tank top, grease, farmers tan, and freckles.

I’ll finish this whole thing one day but I’m re-drawing Ronan so it’s gonna take a lil bit of time so….ya’ll get this wip.

ALSO OKAY. So I’m re-reading the series, and there’s that scene in book 1 where Ronan is teaching Adam how to drive stick in the BMW? And like, are you honestly expecting me to believe that our boy Adam fixes cars as part of his job and on the side, can drive a damn backhoe, grew up in a poor household (that probably drove older, and cheaper cars, and last I checked, manual transmissions are cheaper than automatic) and DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STICK??????? REALLY? >.> 

and i’m trapped. trapped inside myself. i want to run. i want to scream. i want to be free. i want to be everywhere but here. anywhere but here. but i’m so god damned trapped. inside myself. my house. this fucking street i grew up in with all the happy memories. this town. hell this god damned country. i need an escape. i need to leave. but i’m too much of a coward to do it. to pull the trigger. to slit my wrists. to tie that noose. so i allow myself to sit here. and to suffer. and to be trapped with no way out
—  ol.t // trapped in this place called hell

partially coherent ramblings on Anakin Skywalker and Kylo Ren, because I can’t get Star Wars off my mind right now:

Despite all of the parallels that are drawn throughout the films, the two of them are almost nothing alike–hell, in a lot of ways they’re polar opposites. They may have both ended up on the Dark Side, but the paths they walked couldn’t be any more different.

Anakin Skywalker was born a slave. He grew up being considered property, and the only reason he won his freedom was because a maverick Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn was willing to risk his entire mission out of faith that Anakin could succeed. And that must have been overwhelming for nine-year-old Anakin. Qui-Gon was probably the first person since his mother to be so overtly supportive–especially considering that the price of Anakin’s freedom was being separated from his mother.

Yet Anakin’s conflicted feelings over that are immediately jumped on by the Council. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.” That’s the path to the Dark Side as Yoda laid it out–and the way that Yoda laid it out couldn’t have been much more accusatory if he’d tried. Yoda, and the rest of the council, made it clear that they expected nothing of Anakin. He was dismissed as “too old” and “too emotional.” Qui-Gon was the only one willing to stick his neck out for Anakin, up to the point of defying the Jedi Council, because he believed Anakin was worth it. For a brief time, Qui-Gon was the closest thing that Anakin had to a father figure. And then he died.

What is it that Anakin feared? I would argue that he was afraid of losing the people important to him, and that fear was shown to be justified. He was plagued by nightmares of his mother’s death, and arrived just in time to see them proven true. I have no doubt that Anakin blamed himself for that–what if he had gone to see her years earlier? Months? Days? She might have survived. So when he begins having the same visions about his wife, it doesn’t matter how sketchy Palpatine is–all that matters it that he’s offering his help, where the Council would offer only condemnation. He’s tried to follow their precepts, to be the Jedi that he’s supposed to be, but they still don’t believe in him. The last part of Anakin’s character arc, leading up to his fall, is basically a Greek tragedy. Every measure that he takes to fight his fate only draws him nearer to it. In the end, he loses everything. And it isn’t hate that finally pushes him over the edge of the Dark Side: it’s despair. Everything that he did–every betrayal and moral compromise–came to nothing in the end.

And then, after years of suffering as Darth Vader, he’s given a chance he never expected to have. Luke is in front of him, begging for help, knowing that his father is the only chance he has of survival. And Anakin hears him. Anakin has lost enough of his family. He isn’t going to watch while he loses more, even if it means his own death. No, that single action doesn’t atone for all the years Anakin spent doing the Emperor’s bidding–but damn it all, he tried.


Kylo Ren, on the other hand? He grew up with everything. His parents were two of the most beloved figures in the galaxy. His uncle was the first new Jedi in a generation, bringing a gentler and less rigid interpretation of the Order’s principles. He had everything he could have ever needed.

And yet, he turned away. He chose to leave his family behind. And when he came to the same precipice that Anakin had before him, Kylo Ren made the opposite choice. He killed his own father.


Anakin Skywalker’s life was defined by loss, in spite of (and sometimes because of) his attempts to prevent it.

Kylo Ren’s life was defined by privilege. His losses were self-inflicted.

Girl is born into this world as a beating heart, palms open wide as if God has just been reborn.
Boy is born into this world as a slimy thing, crying hard with the sound of life bouncing off the hospital walls.

Girl gets picked on by the boy of her dreams, or that’s what they tell her. You will marry him one day. Girl is moving too fast on the roller coaster tracks to even think about the blood that leaks out of her knees.
Boy learns it’s okay to pick on unsuspecting girls. He’s too young to know what crushes feel like especially when he’s being adored by everyone around him. Take your pick, and every little girl in his class plays the part of chocolates from a Valentine’s Day box.

Girl gets dropped off at her first middle school dance. Her girlfriends wait in the bathroom for her because outside is a wild jungle. Filled with the boys who grew up thinking that, damn look at her boobs now, she really grew up, is a mating call. Girls that don’t yet realize they have a lion’s mouth, made for ripping the flesh of zebras.
Boy sneaks in with a flask filled with his dad’s liquor cabinet. His friends nudge him and say, which girl in here are you gonna get drunk and make fuck you. Boy takes his pick because he was the king of the playground. He will not take no far an answer no matter how hard you use it.

Girl is hand raised high in class. Going up to the blackboard to solve a math problem she had been working on for weeks now. Trying to impress the boy with the golden hair. What comes next is laughter and red stains on her new jeans. She cries in the bathroom trying to clean herself up and gets confused when relatives she’s never even met says, You’re a lady now. She gets pushed into womanhood. No warning. Whiplash settles in.
Boy leers at girls down the hallway. Bitch, slut, dyke. Categories that history has made up before his mouth even touched on the topic. You’re supposed to get turned on by the short skirts and the new breasts. You’re not supposed to take no for an answer. In the locker room, the new kid stares a bit too long. He was told that being gay was the worst thing he could be. The words echo in his mind, teach him a lesson.

Woman is a shrinking body. But I thought you loved my hamburgers. Lying has become commonplace now. All the best magazines say so. Yes, I already ate today. Yes, I like that. Yes, I want you. She gets sent home from school the next day because she passed out in class. For a moment, she thought she saw God reclaiming her body. She hated it.
Boy is Man now. Men do not cry. Crying is for pussies, which you should be getting anyway. Are you getting any? Tell me you’re not gay. Man curls up in his bed like a stray cat. Turns back into boy for the night. He’ll wake up tomorrow and watch football with his dad before school.

Woman wears a sexy red thing on the weekend. Men grip her legs with their eyes as she sinks down deeper into herself with every step. She almost wishes they would grab her so she would have a reason to cry. She gets sent home from school again when she shows her shoulders. She learns that no part of her is safe. She learns that her body is meant to be burned down unless it is being used. Woman cannot escape the wrath of Men.
Man sees his friends devour every girl they cross paths with. Remember the language, bitch, slut, dyke. Remember to use your eyes as they do. Don’t look at the boy you gave a black eye in middle school because he’s holding hands with someone else. Don’t stare too long, don’t let them know. If they get suspicious, show them the magazines you keep under your bed. You stole them from your dad, but they’ll never know.

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Man sees girl as savior. Girl doesn’t see herself as God // allison

Inspired by @wildfairy // Reign of the Feminist