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Found this in my drafts**:

*clears throat* May I present the idea:
~✨Ella Enchanted au✨~

  • •Laurent is from a very well-to-do kingdom
  • •Auguste died (idc how)
  • •Akielos took a bunch of land after that
  • •When Laurent was born his aunt Vannes gave him the “gift” of obedience
  • •When Laurent lost his family he was left to live with his Uncle and his uncle’s men (man? Idk how to fit the evil step-sisters in so like twin Govarts??? LOL)
  • •His uncle tells him that he isn’t allowed to protect/hang out with Nicaise

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ive had like one crush my entire life and even then i was like??? do i just really want to be your friend???? and i kind of hate that

(Ima just answer this in a screen shot so I can blur the name bc gotdamn I do not want this to turn into a Tumblr Thing.)

I mean I don’t know but it would appear so? I think I’ve spoken with this person like once or twice. If they dislike me, I can’t think of an actual reason off the top of my head. But if they do dislike me, that’s their choice. I’m here to have fun and write fanfictions because it’s what I enjoy. If this person has a legitimate complaint and I’ve done something wrong, they’re more than welcome to come respectfully talk to me on dm and we can sort it out. If otherwise, you do you my guy. I’m just here to write and enjoy myself and create gtlive content. I’m not here to start fights or whatever. There’s enough room in the gtlive fandom for both of us, it doesn’t need to be a fight.

And also, I appreciate your kindness dearest blossom, but please don’t start fights on my behalf. You certainly shouldn’t be dragged into my own dramas and I would not want you to do something you might regret later.

heyyy um, just wondering, do you guys think it’s okay that I post couple seflies on this blog? I finally was able to find a bralette that fits me after searching forever and I think it looks kind of cute? but is it too nsfw to post on here??? i don’t know…

getthering replied to your post:i’m watching s2 of skam and i really don’t get the…

They eventually become cuter.

i’m not sure about that because in my search to understand why people ship it i discovered an upcoming plotline where she wakes up with his brother, unable to remember the night before - which, if anything had happened, would have been rape, but instead of william comforting her he just abandons her and ignores all her texts?

maybe you’re being sarcastic, but on the off chance that you’re not, i feel like i need to tell anyone reading this how this ship hits way too close to home with my own romantic history. i’ve been there, i’ve had a boyfriend who knows how to turn on the charm, show interest. i also clearly remember his moments of jealousy when i would just talk to another man, or how he would make me feel like i was being crazy for not trusting him (i just watched the scene with them in the car and wow did it feel familiar). i remember going through a really tough time in my life and him refusing to be there for me, even getting mad if i texted him as much as once a day. but he was always insistent on communication on his terms. everything had to be on his terms. if he ever said anything cruel to me it was under the guise of ~honesty~. there are ways in which william is not as bad, but there are also ways in which he is worse.

noora is a sixteen year old girl trying to figure her shit out and william pops in trying to assert his dominance and throw her off balance. it’s frightening watching people (including people on this site that i respect) glorify that. i made sure not to tag my original post as anything in the hopes that i wouldn’t end up starting a discourse, so my apologies if tumblr is throwing it in the search results or something.

but just to bring this in, for all the young girls that follow me (and i know there are a good few of you), there are some warning signs you should definitely look out for, and i’m speaking from experience (so this isn’t totally about skam at this point, just things to look out for). if he does any of the following, immediately run the other way:

  • tells you you’re not like other girls
  • says disparaging things about women in general
  • scolds you for being honest about your emotions, both positive and negative (this is a definite power play)
  • gets mad when you talk to other men
  • tries to get you to agree to not talk about any relationship problems with your friends
  • asks if it’s okay to have sex even during the times when you’re not in the mood
  • is in any way rude/mean/cruel to any of your friends. even friends you’re not that close with
  • tries to set a time limit on your relationship
  • tells you he’s not in love with you but could be one day (another power play)
  • tells you about a girl he met while you were away that he really liked
  • makes plans with you and then not only misses them but ignores all of your calls and texts - doesn’t even bother to send you a text telling you why
  • makes you feel crazy if you get upset at him for anything
  • instead of helping you through a tough time, just sends you a text telling you that he doesn’t know how to help someone dealing with a tough time
  • decides the direction of your relationship and how to present it to the world without consulting you first
  • only does good things to impress you or make himself feel better
  • says anything even remotely racist. like even vaguely racist.
  • after you break up he insists on staying friends, talks to you about girls that he’s interested in, texts you at 4 in the morning two months after you cut off all contact, and sends you a lengthy message a year later saying shit like “i take responsibility for my part in the decline of our relationship”
you got a home for now and forever: a caminah masterpost

because this is long overdue and they’re literally the most important thing to ever happen and they’re the best friends in the history of best friends and I need somewhere to vent let’s get started shall we

disclaimer: no gifs are mine except the grand rapids q&a gifs and the red in indianapolis gifs and certain puerto rico gifs

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i had to like, ghost google hemorrhoids to learn how to spell it. i did NOT hit send on that search.


“Last year an officer from this division went missing and we brought her home.”

As Election Day approaches,

I can’t help but wonder what could happen if Trump is elected. I think about my career as a teacher and educator, my existence as a woman, my day to day life as someone with a chronic illness, the reality of my health as a woman and my body’s unique health needs.

I think about cost of living, about the rhetoric Trump encourages and has encouraged, the kind of behavior he models for young people, and how many students have justified their outrageous, mean, obnoxious, disrespectful, and racist/sexist/bigoted behavior with, “Well, Trump does it!” I think about the nonsensical words he utters, the lack of knowledge he possesses, the entitlement and arrogance with which he lives his life. I think about the time I held an in-class debate with my sophomores and how they all interrupted, yelled at, and talked over one another, claiming, “That’s how the presidential debate was! If they can do it, why can’t we?!” I think of how angry I was at Trump for giving my students an excuse to behave the way they did, how easy it was for them to cite his behavior as justification.

I think about bringing a child into a world–a country–that chooses such a man for president. I think about how I have even less to worry about than any of my POC friends and acquaintances, the friends I have in less fortunate areas of the US.

I think about what it will be like to wake up on Wednesday the 9th in a nation that has said, “Yes, he’s racist, misogynistic, nasty, unqualified, foolish, dishonest, unhinged, and selfish, but at least he’s not a politician.” I think about the terrible things that will be said by my students because they’ll be allowed to be “politically incorrect now,” which is another word for, “free to be a bigot.” I think about the things he’s said that have sent chills down my spine: “As President, I will do things never thought possible before in the White House,” how he can’t promise he’ll allow a peaceful transfer of power or accept the results of the election, his use of the words “Muslim ban” and “extreme vetting,” his mocking of a disabled reporter…

I think about how my job as a young female teacher might get even more difficult. I think about how much more I will be scoffed at, interrupted, mocked, and spoken over not just by colleagues but by my own male (and probably some female) students.

I think about my parents who are on disability due to debilitating illnesses. I think about how hard it is for them to make ends meet. I think about how Trump and his family have no idea what it’s like to struggle the way they struggle, to work hard as a middle class family only to have the middle class disappear and their country and government abandon them. I think about how they’re treated simply because they are poor, how everyone assumes they’re milking the system and taking advantage of government handouts. I think about how that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.

I think about the increasing tension between black Americans and whites. I think about how Trump relishes in violence and vengeance and nastiness. I think about all of the terrible things that are bound to happen if he is given power.

I think of a lot of other things. And a pit settles in my stomach because, inevitably, I think of history and Germany and Russia and wars and police states and oligarchies and government corruption and propaganda and 1984 and Animal Farm and George Orwell and dystopian literature and the dark and foreboding quotes from philosophers and psychologists who warn us about these very kinds of power-hungry narcissists. And the pit in my stomach gets heavier, and it swims and squirms.

So I pray. A lot. Because my ballot’s turned in, and I’ve voted with my conscience and my logic and reason and my knowledge of the election process, which means I’m with her. And everything in me wants to scream from the mountaintops what’s at stake here–who we are at our core as a nation and a people–but my voice will not change anyone’s stalwart opinion.

So I wait, I hope, and I pray that in the event Trump is elected, we realize the huge mistake we’ve made and are able to save ourselves from the inevitable horror of Trump as our commander in chief.

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if anyone else is watching the actual GPF, but I can't get over how beautiful our princess, Evgenia Medvedeva, was in her SP and afterwards how she literally BEAMED STRAIGHT FOR A RICEBALL PLUSHIE THAT SOMEONE THREW ON THE ICE FOR HER BECAUSE OF YOI I'M CRYING

Really?? You gotta give me the link! I’ve only watched her World Championship 2016 FS!