do you hate everyone

The worst part of this is going out on the street and suddenly wondering if everyone you see is a trump voter. 59 million people out there, including my state that swung red, subscribed to his hateful, racist, xenophobic rhetoric, to pence’s violent and anti-lgbt policies. Random white people on the street, in the store, next door, everywhere- all I can think is, “Was it you? Do you hate me and everyone like me?”

Okay, so. I’m getting really tired of the idea that “true” Star Wars fans “know” that TFA was a terrible movie, that Jar Jar Abrams singlehandedly ruined the franchise, that Rogue One was everything TFA wasn’t or whatever. I’m honestly sick of it.

I grew up watching Star Wars. I can remember being in diapers and seeing Darth Vader on the TV screen, and I remember my parents taking me and my brother out of school early on opening day to see RotS. I loved Padmé, and Luke, and all the Skywalkers. I was a fan for years, and when Lucasfilm announced that they were sold to Disney and there would be new movies coming out, I was over the moon. More movies! Oh man! I wonder what they’ll do next! I was optimistic even when people on the Internet were screaming about how Disney would turn Star Wars into a musical cartoon. Having seen The Avengers and enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean series, I knew Star Wars was in good hands under the Mouse.

TFA came out, and when I saw it…it was even better than I hoped it would be. I was giddy and ecstatic over it all in a way I hadn’t been in a long time. In fact, I saw it a total of five times in the theater, a very rare thing for someone who sees most movies once in the theater and is okay with never watching them again. To this day, when I pop in my TFA Blu-ray, I enjoy it just as much as that first time at the movies. It’s just…a really great film to me. I love it a lot. And it’s so special, especially since it introduced two of my favorite characters to me. I think JJ Abrams did a great job with Episode VII, and the professional critics who made the movie sit at over 90% on Rotten Tomatoes would agree with that idea.

You’re not a “better” fan for hating TFA. You’re not “edgy” for trashing on JJ Abrams and claiming that anyone who enjoys the movie doesn’t “get” Star Wars. You can hate the movie all you want, of course; everyone has their own reasons for disliking what they dislike, and I’m not about to force you to like something you don’t. However, what I will tell you to do is to let go of this idea that “true” Star Wars fans only like certain Star Wars movies, that certain movies deserve to be disregarded while others should be placed on a pedestal if you want to keep your Official Star Wars Fan Badge™. Guess what? TFA exists! TFA is an official Star Wars movie! People who enjoy TFA…are real Star Wars fans!

Anyway, I love TFA, and I’m so, so excited to see what happens next in Episode VIII. It’s a great time to be a Star Wars fan!

2ne1 deserved far better.

Minzy deserved better, not to be locked away.

Bom deserved better, not to be blamed by yg and attacked by netizens.

CL deserved better, not to be called a snake and attention whore.

Dara deserved better, not to be called talentless and worthless.

2ne1 did not deserve any of this…

Shoutout to the aromantics who don’t hate being aro. Shoutout to the aros who were happy, not devastated, when they found out they were aro. Shoutout to aros who felt relief, not sadness and mourning, when they realized they didn’t have to keep forcing crushes and getting into uncomfortable romantic relationships anymore because they finally discovered that romance wasn’t the only option. Shoutout to the aros who like their orientation and wouldn’t change it if they were given the choice, despite even the “accepting” communities assuming that they must be miserable and that they must wish they weren’t aro. Shoutout all the aros who don’t fit the narrative of self-loathing misery and never see themselves represented because no one ever talks about aros who are happy with themselves and like their orientation.

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More old sketches

Back when I drew him as more….conflicted.

Homestuck Characters as Let's Players Because I've Jumped the Shark
  • John: Has been at it for years and has a lot of subscribers because of it, everyone posts gifs of him reacting to different games talking about how pure and sweet he is, when he is none of those things
  • Rose: Does reviews and extensive walkthroughs. Very to the point, but will also set time aside to completely wreck a shitty game design or a nonsense plot with snarky commentary.
  • Dave: Nobody really knows why he has five million subs. He doesn't even use face cam or a decent mic, he just records 10 minutes of pure self indulgent monologue over any random video game. What's this guys secret?
  • Jade: "hey guys! welcome my weekly animal jam stream! counterstrike is pushed back a week because i got banned from my favorite server because they thought i was hacking...but that's okay! how are you doing today everyone?"
  • Jane: Gets a lot of hate from people who think she's completely sold out to her main source of sponsorship, when really she just supports the product
  • Jake: One of those European Youtubers that uses a crap ton of slang from his country of origin and has a near incoherent accent. Fails to grasp stealth based games. He also does a lot of live action videos of him taking different YouTube challenges of dubious levels of safety
  • Roxy: "Yeah, this is your average RPGMaker MV based game, the sprites are the basic pack you get in the game and they forgot to sync up the walk cycles on the NPCs so they aren't running into eachother all the time...OH MY GOD A CAT IM GONNA GO PET IT!"
  • Dirk: Professional editor, doesn't have his own channel but he does occasionally show up in videos with Jake and Roxy, to the point where fans know who he is. Doesn't really want to have his own channel because he feels that would involve pandering to the intelligence of the average Youtube user. Has far too many self image issues to put himself out there as anything more than just the dude behind the scenes making everything click.

life’s too short to pretend you hate everything/everyone bc it’s the cool thing to do

So with all this election spam I do want to say that I’m super fucking pissed but I’m not scared. If you really think that Trump is just going to become some all powerful dictator you need to go educate yourself on what checks and balances are.

He’s a fucking asshole on every level and I don’t want him to be president. I’m mad because so many people voted for such a racist idiot. He’s not going to start killing a bunch of people just because he feels like it and those of you who are spreading around the idea that he can seriously need to stop. You’re not helping anyone. No, that doesn’t mean I’m saying that he wouldn’t be awful for the country or that a lot of his supporters aren’t obviously violent or scary. They are. But he can’t just get rid of everyone he doesn’t like with the push of a button and you guys seriously need to stop fucking acting like he does.

ETA: I’m posting this because I keep seeing people post stuff like, “STAY INDOORS, STAY SAFE,” and honestly if you gave a damn about people who are dealing with anxiety or mental illness you would cut that shit out. 

Enemies or Friends

Request: Can you do something when the reader and bucky hate each other and everyone in the tower are done with them bickering, so everyone in the tower decides to handcuff them together for 24 hours, and bucky and the reader have to shower and sleep together, and when they sleep together they end up cuddling, and have a better relationship. Sorry if this is weird. -@123olivia 

Originally posted by caps-bucky


You had no idea how you ended up with the unfortunate luck of having to share a tower with Bucky Barnes. Sure, he was getting the help he needed and you felt for him. But does he really have to act like he was a kid? You couldn’t stand Bucky and he couldn’t stand you.

Bucky has bickered and annoyed you to the fullest extent and you were tired of it. Every day and sometimes even at night when you’re peacefully sleeping, Bucky has to start something with you.

You were currently eating at the dinner table with the team and you were sitting across from Bucky. You stared down at your dinner plate, rolling a few peas around with your fork. You felt Bucky’s shoe bump into yours and you didn’t make any reaction. “Don’t look up at him.” You said in your mind. Bucky only wanted to get a rise out of you, no need to add fuel to the flame.

You were chopping up some of your food when you felt Bucky’s shoe nudge yours again. You sighed heavily now, clenching your jaw. Tony had stopped talking about his new invention that would change all of mankind, when he turned to you. “What’s got you all worked up?” Tony asked, taking a sip of his tea.

You looked up from your plate to look back at Tony. “Just a lame excuse for a human being working on my last nerve, that’s all.” You muttered. The team looked at Bucky and he looked at them innocently. “What?” Bucky asked before everyone sighed or shook their head. You all went back to eating and you hadn’t felt anything for a few minutes.

You thought you had been let off the hook for the night until Bucky’s shoe kicked your shin pretty hard. “Dammit!” You yelled, dropping your fork and knife onto your plate. It made a loud noise and you bolted up from your chair. “James, I will have your head as the centerpiece on this table if you do not stop!” You yelled, startling everyone and even Bucky. He quickly recovered with a smirk.

Your fists were clenched and Bucky stood from his chair. He slowly walked over to you and bent down to your level. “I’d like to see you try. You wouldn’t be able t-” Suddenly you felt cold metal around your wrist and you looked down, seeing Sam cuffing your wrist to Bucky’s. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” You yelled.

This could not be happening. Bucky tried to break the handcuffs with his metal hand but it didn’t even leave a scratch. “We’ve suffered long enough. Make up or else.” Bucky scoffed and gave a harsh pull on his handcuff which made yours pull your wrist. You stumbled into Bucky and grunted. “I’m on the other end of this, you dickhead!” You heard the team groan.

Bucky snarled at you and you sighed heavily, creasing your brows. “Sam, let me out of this right now.” You said as calmly as possible. You heard a sigh from the table and Sam walked off to sit back down. You turned to the table and the team was exchanging looks. Tony stood up and wiped his mouth clean.

He crossed his arms as he looked at you and Bucky. “This may or may not end in a disaster. You guys will be handcuffed for 24 hours.” Tony explained. “Hold on a minute!” Bucky yelled, crossing his arms. Your wrist was pinned under his arms and you squealed as the handcuff dug into your skin. “You big headed, peanut sized brain having bastard, my arm!” You yelled, tugging on his unusually large bicep.

Bucky quickly unfolded his arms and rolled his eyes. “Stop yelling, you’re hurting my ears.” You took a deep breath to reply but you heard a strong fist slam down onto the table. “Guys!” Steve shouted, his Captain America face on. He raised his eyebrows and you stayed quiet now. Bucky shifted his weight onto his other foot.

It takes a lot for Steve to be firm with you and Bucky, so you both knew when to shut up and listen. “The team and I are tired of you two going at it. Be friends or we’’ll make it two days!” Steve said, standing from his seat. The others followed and you sighed.

Bucky groaned and pulled his hand up to inspect the handcuffs. Your hand was hanging limp in the handcuff and you rolled your eyes. Wanda had stayed behind with Vision to clean up the table since it was their night to clean tonight. “Vision?” You asked with your softest and most innocent voice.

Vision turned to you and Wanda started to pick up empty plates. “Yes, Y/N?” Vision asked kindly. You smiled and pulled Bucky along with you by your handcuff. “Will you please break us out of these?” You asked, looking up at him. Vision sighed and Wanda walked over now. “I cannot do that, Y/N.“ Vision said with a small smile.

You groaned and looked at Wanda for help with pleading eyes. “Y/N, it’s only 24 hours.” Wanda said before going back to cleaning. Vision joined her and you felt Bucky tugging you out of the room.


You were staring at your shower, wondering how the hell this was going to work. “I mean, we could just-” Bucky started to suggested the unthinkable until you glared up at him. He held his hands up in surrender, causing your handcuffed one to rise. You jerked it back down, only causing the mark from earlier to worsen.

Bucky noticed your reddened wrist and sighed. “I wasn’t thinking when I crossed my arms.” He said quietly. You shrugged. “You never think, do you?” You quipped, staring at the open shower curtain. Bucky sighed and started to pull you out of the room. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

You let Bucky pull you along and he ended up at Sam’s door. Bucky knocked a few times and Sam swung his door open. “Oh, it’s you two.” He said with a smug grin. “We have to shower. I’m not cutting up my clothes.” Bucky said. Sam pursed his lips before smirking. “I’ll help you out of your clothes but the cuffs go back on after.” Sam said, making you gasp.

You were not going to shower with Bucky. There’s no way in hell that was going to happen. Sam left to get the key and he walked you two back to your room and into the bathroom. Sam waited outside until you and Bucky could remove your shirts. He was holding the cuffs into the crack of the door and you could hear him chuckling.

You looked down at your wrist and saw a scratch and a small bruise. You quickly pulled off your shirt and bra, thankful Bucky had enough decency to turn his back to you. You held your shirt over your chest and let Sam handcuff you two back.

With a heavy sigh, you looked up at Sam. “Why can’t we shower separately?” You asked Sam. He smirked. “This is just payback for all those times you and Buckster were loud during football games. Come see me when you’re ready to get dressed again.” Sam winked at you and left the room without another word.

You groaned loudly and walked over to the shower. Bucky turned it on and you faced away from him so he could finish undressing his lower half. Bucky quickly got in the shower and your face turned red. You were insecure about your body and Bucky was the last person you’d want to see it.

You felt a tug on your wrist and Bucky peeked out. “You coming?” He asked. You nodded and sighed. Bucky went back in and you dropped your shirt and took your pants off along with your underwear. You shyly stepped into the shower and avoided Bucky’s eyes.

Bucky cleared his throat and started to work on cleaning himself. You stood off to the side, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Did you need help?” Bucky suddenly asked. You looked up at him and shook your head. “I don’t need your help.” You said before stepping under the water to wet your hair.

You and Bucky had finally finished showering and you were in a towel now. Bucky’s was hanging off his hips and you tried not to look at his muscles. Sam had that shit eating grin on his face again as he uncuffed you guys so you could change. He waited outside your door and you quickly got your pajamas on.

You decided on a band t-shirt and panties. You opened your door and let Bucky finish getting his pajamas on. Sam turned to you and smirked. “Enjoy your night.” He said as he handcuffed your wrist again. You shut the door in his face and he chuckled as he walked away. Bucky sat down on your bed and you handcuffed his wrist before sitting beside him.

Bucky sighed and rested on his back after turning out your light. You tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t put strain on your handcuffed hand. Bucky shifted onto his side and pulled you into his chest in a spooning position.

Your heart jumped in your chest and you froze in your spot. “Relax, it’s the best position.” Bucky said, his breath fanning over the back of your head. He was right. Since your left wrist was handcuffed, his right arm was wrapped over your mid section, leaving your left arm to rest against the mattress.

You had to admit that spooning with Bucky wasn’t all that bad. You closed your eyes and sighed, shuffling closer into Bucky. You felt him smile against your hair, his arm holding you tighter against him.

A few moments passed and you had just started dozing off when Bucky’s question brought you out of it. “Why do you hate me, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his breath slightly tickling you. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest against your back. Your eyebrows knitted together and you realized you didn’t actually hate Bucky.

You sighed and turned your head to look at Bucky. “I don’t. You just annoy me.” You said softly. Bucky nodded and looked into your eyes, the moonlight shining down on you two. “I don’t hate you either.” He whispered. You bit the inside of your lip. “What now?” Bucky asked, moving his leg to rest in between your legs.

You shrugged and sighed, turning your head back to rest on your pillow. “Work on our relationship, I guess.” You said, hoping you would actually be able to become friends with Bucky. You had grown tired of the childish back and forth games.

Bucky sighed and held you close. “We will. Get some sleep.” Bucky whispered. You closed your eyes once again and the kiss Bucky placed on your shoulder did not go unnoticed that night.

Note: omg, I really hope this doesn’t suck! I’m sorry it’s taken me a little while! feedback is always welcome! thanks for the request! .c

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anonymous asked:

how do i widowmaker?

First you bitter and you hate everyone, especially yourself. 

Then you pick Widow and everyone in your team bitter and hate you. 

Then you kill people. You kill all the fucking people, fuck them, fuck those fucking fuckers,

im feeling so romantically frustrated aaa

Because I’m airplane drunk, but more because I love @youkindofblowmeaway, here’s a ficlet from 35,000 feet of a tipsy Ginny & Mike at the grocery store

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Ginny’s giggles fill Mike’s ears as she traipses through produce. Her fingers brush over the little signs designating the names of various fruit and vegetables. She looks ridiculously out of place in the short, decadent blue dress, and heels that make her legs looks like obscenely long.

“Ugh,” she mutters as she stops in front of the display of cilantro. “So gross,” she says as she flicks at the waning leafy greens before picking a bundle up. “It tastes like soap. We should buy it and get rid of it so no one else has to eat it.”

“We’re not doing that, Gin,” Mike replies, taking the bunches she has in her hand and placing them back amongst the other herbs. “Not everyone hates cilantro as much as you do.”

“Well, they should.” She throws him a glance over her shoulder before stalking off, her hips and ass begging him to follow behind her.

And he does, because how could he not? He’d follow her anywhere as is, but the combination of her slightly off-kilter walk from alcohol and those sky high heels have him hypnotized.

He feels utterly ridiculous with his bow tie loose around his neck, trailing behind his tipsy, bordering-on-drunk, twenty-five-year-old girlfriend, until she looks at him, or smiles at him, or trails her fingers up his tux-clad thigh. Then he feels like a giddy twenty-something idiot who would follow this woman to the ends of the earth, even if that means pushing a grocery buggy behind her.

He loses her for a moment, then laughs out loud when he sees her round the corner carrying three cases of grape soda.

“Gin,” he starts and he can’t keep the mirth out of his voice or stop his lips from curling into a smile. “There’s still grape soda at the house, unless you’re planning on taking a bath in it, rookie.”

She frowns and lowers the cases into the cart before she walks to him and presses her body flush with his. She grabs the lapels of his jacket and tips her head up just a little to notch their lips together.

They kiss sloppy and wet; she tastes like sugar and mint and Mike takes her ass in his hands and brings her hips against his.

She breaks the kiss first, grappling to catch her breath as she runs her tongue across her bottom lip. “We need some Captain Crunch, old man,” she says and he shakes his head and gives her ass another squeeze.

“That stuff is gross, Gin.”

“I’m tired of eating your bran flakes old man.”

Mike gasps when Ginny’s hand slides between them to grip his length. He drops his forehead again hers and moans when her hand tightens.

“Though,” she whispers against his mouth as her hand teases him, “those bran flakes seem to do your body good.”

“Fucking hell, Gin,” he bites or before he kisses her again, just as rough and hungry as before. “Get your fucking cereal,” he says when he pulls away. He nips her lip and throws her a grin he knows drives her crazy. “Five minutes left in this store, or I’m fucking you in the middle of the cereal aisle.”

FIN