don't talk to me about them

anonymous asked:

whats your opinion on that mimibts/ghost blog always spreading false info and barely crediting a good amount of her Twitter reposts :P im seeing a lot of blogs talking about it..

uuuhhhhhh

my first ever interaction with mimi was when i contacted them about sab’s gifs they reposted. as an excuse they said they didn’t really know how tumblr worked and were very insistant i help them get used to it. i see they quickly got the hang of it since their posts are all over my dash now

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headcanon ;; Race characteristics for LotR that aren’t just ‘( short/tall ) human with different ( beards / feet / ears )’ –

  • Elves have a second, clear eyelid that gives them the appearance of “sleeping with their eyes open” when they close it in order to rest. They do not often blink.
  • While Hobbits are known to have large feet, few know that they also have disproportionately large and powerful thigh and calf muscles. They can jump higher, in terms of their weight and size, than any other race.
  • Orcs and Uruk-hai feel very little pain, and as such, they tattoo and scar themselves in honor of their gods. Sauron is not one of them. 
  • Dwarves’ eyes have a very small sclera. Instead, the iris is almost all that can be seen. Their pupils can expand in the dark until their eyes are an empty black, enabling them to see in the dark better than any other race. In some kingdoms, blinding a Dwarf by leaving them in the dark for days before flooding them suddenly with light is used as a punishment. 
  • Hobbits have almost twice the number of taste buds as humans. 
  • The ears of Elves can move and tilt towards noises, although the range of their movements is limited. 
  • Dwarves may often be born with six toes. Those that do are called stone-bound, and are said to have a deeper connection to the earth. 
  • Many humans have reported a feeling of being watched when they are with Elves, even when alone with them. This is caused by the Elven fëa / fae / spirit, which is separate from – but linked to – the body, giving some sensitive non-Elves the feeling that there are two people present instead of one. 
  • With age, a Hobbit’s hair may become mossy green. This is due to faint pigments in their shampoo that collect, very slowly, over the years. 
  • Small sensory organs in Dwarves’ hands and feet help them detect vibrations and minute details in anything they touch. These organs are slightly raised and look similar to callouses. 
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Horror Favorites Meme: [5/10] Villains - Cpt. Elliott Spencer A.K.A. Pinhead, the Hellraiser franchise 

Why resist? You love this as much as I. After all, you made me. There is a world out there, waiting to yield to us. So much flesh, so many different pleasures.

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Kurt, what if it’s only a matter of time before I become like that?

I feel as though I barely post any Sansa things on the blog during got season (since season 5 anyway) and I thought it was probably time to state why. I love book!Sansa. She is one of my favourite characters. I love how complex she is and she has great character development.

Having said that, I don’t hate show!Sansa. I hate how she is written.

(yes, there is a difference, hence why I’ll still reblog sets of her in scenes I like)

I saw a meta recently about season 7 (about the conflict in the North) and it summed up my feelings about the way Sansa is written in some scenes in one perfect word: contrived.

A key example of this is the scenes in this season with her and Jon when Jon is holding council. Twice now he has held a public council and show!Sansa has spoken against his decisions. This doesn’t fit at all with her character. Sansa was a lady at three, courtesy is her armour, she knows about image politics (that was amply learned in her time in the south). She would not speak against the King in the North publicly, undermining him, she would do it privately.

I’ve seen people in the tags defending Jon, defending Sansa, arguing over who’s right. It’s bad writing, simple as that. These actions do not make sense, but the writers wanted conflict, so it has to be Sansa speaking out publicly even if that isn’t something she would do, because the conflict is what they need to move the story to where they want it.

They’ve done this so much with show!Sansa. Plot progression based on character actions which are built on a solid foundation of characterisation and logical character development tells a good story. Instead they insert Sansa into these scenes (marrying Ramsay (when she is already married!), hiding the info about the knights of the Vale, being the negative voice in Jon’s councils) when we could have had Sansa in the Vale to begin with, bringing the knights of the Vale to take back the North (perhaps even at the same time as Jon’s assault with the wildlings!), then a natural conflict between her supporters and his, because a choice between a bastard son and a legitimate daughter should come with some consideration (and even more when they know that a legitimate son also lives).

Anyway, rant over, those are my thoughts

I have never seen three characters more in love with each other. Honestly, Dorian x Celaena x Chaol or nothing. 

Listen. I can be understanding of most kinks despite being super duper innocent, but y'all lusting after werewolves really need jesus

One direction tag thing including Zayn

-Harry
-Liam
-Niall
-Louis
-Zayn
-ot5
-ot4
-1d
-fanfic
-ship

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Arya Meme
1/7 Relationships: Sandor Clegane

“Why don’t you just kill me like you did Mycah?” Arya had screamed at him. She was still defiant then, more angry than scared.

He answered by grabbing the front of her tunic and yanking her within an inch of his burned face. “The next time you say that name I’ll beat you so bad you’ll wish I killed you.”

I bet during the season Bitty and Jack differentiate time by cities rather than dates. 

Jack: Did you invite your parents to visit after I get home?

Bitty: No? When did we talk about that?

Jack: Back in Dallas.

Bitty: Dallas? Dallas was weeks ago.

Jack: Maybe it was Denver. Also don’t forget to call the service about the leaves. They’re piling up in the backyard and it’s not long before California.

18 years ago I remember my my mom being told over the phone that my brother would be spending 15 years in prison for gang related crimes and violence. He was barely a teenager. I was only 5 so I don’t remember much. But I remember my mom falling to the floor not being able to catch her breath. I remember seeing how much it broke her. I remember how much it eventually broke all of us. 18 years later and I’ve never seen her cry in the way she did, that night.

8 years ago I remember starting a new school, for the fourth time. Freshman year all the way until junior year I spent my lunches in the bathroom alone as I called my mom to keep me company, because I had no one else. I remember being an outcast, shy and nervous. I remember coming home crying after school every day praying for at least one friend. Hating myself for how “weird” I was. I call these years the lost years. I hated myself enough to ignore whatever I was. Even though, I was just me. I hated me.

4 years ago I remember it seemed like my entire life was crashing all at once. I came to realization with my sexuality, I fell in love with a girl who taught me so much about loving someone and how to be loved. Everything was perfect. Until we lost each other, leading to my first true heartbreak I ever had. Her religion kept us apart, and even out of each other’s life. The breakup was very sudden and heart aching. Just two weeks later my nephew had a seizure on his 15th birthday. No one knew the cause of it, it took doctors months to figure it out. He lost his ability to use his entire left side of his body, with severe bleeding in the brain. At 15, his life changed forever. A week later, my dad lands in the hospital for kidney failure. He couldn’t seem to shake the disease of alcoholism he’s been fighting since before I was even born. The doctor predicted a very short time frame to live. I remember how badly I cried over all three of these incidents, for almost a year straight. I remember praying to god to bring me someone to help cope, after losing my love, who was also my best friend. I remember being at work finding a quiet space to pray to god, as I cried, every day. I prayed so much for his help and strength. I thought I’d never get over it.

1 year ago I remember being in the most abusive relationship of my life. She would hit me in my sleep, forced sex on me as I refused, even in my sleep and refused to notice it as rape. She would threaten to kill me, call me fat. Cut me off from my friends and family. She would choke me until I cried, because that’s all she wanted to see. She wrecked my new vehicle I worked so hard for and put me thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. she played being the victim so well, that I had no one to be there for me. This was the very first time I ever not only thought, but also attempted suicide, and commonly self harmed myself.

I thought I’d never get over any of it.

It’s now 2017. It will be two years in June since my brothers been home, he’s married to his first love, with a one year old. He’s happy and he’s healthy and in love, my mom is married to a man who treats her in a way I’ve always hoped to see. My senior year of high school? It was beautiful. I not only met some amazing people, but I’ve grown to be more confident and love myself whether someone does or not. My nephew is now able to walk again and is currently gaining back his motor skills to speak again. My dad, he’s still alive and seems to be healthier than ever. Remember when I said I prayed for someone to be there for me? I soon after met my best friend Kathryn. Who has played a major role in my life and someone who I look up to everyday. She’s forever. And I finally built the courage to leave my abusive ex. It was terrifying, it was difficult but I did it. I learned to love myself again, it was a long and painful process but I did it. And I will continue to.

If I could tell my past self what I know now, it would be that things don’t last forever. And even the pain, sometimes it does stay but it’s something you learn to live with and soon enough appreciate, for reasons. Trauma happens, and sometimes more than once. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that a better day does exist. That no matter how bad things can be, there are better days. Hang in there, and take the moment to realize how far you’ve come. And appreciate the bad days for making the good ones so much more beautiful.

As bad as all of these are, as much as they all hurt and left marks upon me visible and not, it’s made me who I am today. I have a strong sense of self. I am proud of who I am and I love myself and understand who I am more than anyone else will and I don’t mind that. I enjoy my solitude and no longer cry or am scared when it occurs. And I’m aware of any unhealthy, toxic and abusive relations before they get close enough to me. What has happened made me strong, and has only made my heart ten million times bigger. And I want to spend the rest of my life helping and healing anyone I possibly can. Because I know I’m capable of doing so, and it is where I find the most happiness and comfort.. in another persons smile and forgiveness.

Keep on keeping on, all of you.

anonymous asked:

You are great. Diode is great. EVERYTHING IS GREAT

OMG THANK YOU

Diode is beautiful I mean

Look at these nerds

That’s just

really

really

extremely

gay

And honestly who doesn’t love Clemont he’s such a cutie pie. The PUREST CINNAMON ROLL

mmMY SON

I told you not to get me started. I TOLD YOU

Do you ever just think about tokoyami and like

Was he born with a bird head? Or did it develop later like quirks tend to? (Like just imagine that this preschooler wakes up one day and his head has transformed into a bird head) Is it related to his quirk? Like is it somehow beneficial for him to have a bird head? Do people ever act like it’s weird that he has a bird head? Or are animal heads typical enough that no one thinks anything about it? Is it hard to get dates if you have a bird head? Does he have any other bird features? Does he have any specific dietary restrictions that come from eating with a beak? Was it hard for him to learn how to enunciate certain words with a beak? How does he feel about the fact that his head is a bird head?