down with bullying

PSA!!!!!!!!
  • You will not end racism by bashing white people!
  • You will not end homophobia by bashing straights!
  • You will not end sexism by bashing men!
  • You will not end transphobia by bashing cisgendered people!
  • You will not end anything by bashing anyone!
  • Treat people with the respect you would want to be treated with!

one of the saddest moments for me in the revival was the moment that lorelai revealed that when she was thirteen, she was called “weird” and “loud” and essentially told that there was no way she was actually a gilmore because of this.

she was so different, so not what a girl, especially a girl of her circumstance, was supposed to be.  so here’s this vivacious, witty, quirky little girl with bright blue eyes who probably makes jokes and says the wrong thing and has a thirst for a life outside of what she knows that even the kids, with their trickled down opinions from their parents, bully her.

and it crushed her.  the thought of not being a gilmore, of not belonging, crushed her.

yes, her mother and her never saw eye to eye, and lorelai probably sensed she never quite fit in - believing that she’d fill that void in the form a boy -  and then her whole school all but admitted as much to her, that she was never going to fit in.  ever.

the life she had was suffocating her, because for as many doors as money opens, it closes so many other options that lorelai found much more appealing.

and then she found stars hollow.  this weird, eccentric, quirky little town where she actually fit in.  she wasn’t the weirdest person there - she was simply one of many.

she fit in.  she belonged.

and with this acceptance came a guy who found it endearing that she was “weird” and “loud”…he even loved her for it.

for lorelai, it was never about not wanting to be a gilmore, if anything, it was about her never feeling like she was.  and ultimately the altering of the definition of what being a gilmore really was.  not money, not perfection.

strength.  loyalty.  love.  forgiveness.  acceptance.

Beauty and the Beast (2017) fan art ideas:
- Belle teaching Lefou to read.
- Lefou and the Little Girl from the laundry scene sitting at the fountain reading the same book because she helps him with the bigger words.
- The Prince granting same sex marriage and Lefou and Stanley having an outdoor wedding in the gardens of the castle.
- Lefou getting a position in a sheriff-type role from his duty in the war and he becomes one of the most beloved men in town and he shuts down any misogynistic bullying.
- More Lefou being happy and loved.
- I just want more Lefou.

seeing young teenagers embracing 2007 internet culture/aesthetic/speak in the kidcore/rainbowcore/kiddycore communities is such a beautiful thing. i think its beautiful because ive been around since 2007, and those years were golden for kids having fun and being themselves. the growth of the internet in the last ten years has provided lots of things, some of it being positive, but a lot unfortunately has become a cesspool of hatred.

between teenagers and adults alike on social media, nowadays kids are introduced to this hatred and darkness of the world early on with such easy access to it and it drives them into unhealthy behaviors and mindsets, such as suicide baiting/callout culture (NOT referring to calling out people who actually do very bad harmful things- such as pedophiles, suicide baiters, racist/neo-nazis/etc- making people aware of when they do bad things is good- but i mean the sorts who send hate and suicide bait to innocent 13 year olds over saying something wrong once and stalk them down repeatedly and bully them into suicide and self-harm etc.)

this is what kids are exposed to nowadays, and in these safe communities, people are embracing what redditors/4channers make fun of and call “cringey” and being themselves because it makes them happy. not only this, but kids in these communities moderate themselves and keep out NSFW/kink bloggers that sexualize children and create boundaries to keep their internet exposure safe, because theyre mature enough to do so. these kids embrace this time because its nostalgic and comforting, and has no super bad associations other than those who called it cringey and edgy all these years. the only bad people in these spaces are those who try to invade them.

let people use scene/l33t speak, use XD unironically, and make bright eyebleeding dog OCs. let them love nightcore. just let them enjoy this while they still can, for the love of god. and if they dont grow out of it (like i didnt) leave them be. a majority of these kids are lgbt, autistic, and trauma victims just trying to cope, and then there are just other kids who do it because it makes them happy. they arent harming anyone. if you bully them, you are.

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When Ash discovered Hillary Clinton had an official PO box, she wanted to write her a letter. Here is what she wrote:

Dear Hillary,

I hope it’s all right to call you that.  There’s something else I wish I could say as I address you — I mean to say, I wish I could write it here and see it reflected on every news site, every new article on my Facebook feed… I might not see it there, but please know, ma’am, that you will always be my President.  I could ask for no champion more determined.  I have never seen anyone on national television stand before and strike down a bully (a threat to women, to people like me — a tyrant, a terrible, terrible person) with such poise and ferocity and grace… I haven’t been able to vote for as long as some, but I can tell you that I’ve never, ever wanted someone as the head of my nation as badly as I wanted you there.

Thank you.

Thank you for what you did — for what you’ve done, not just during this election but throughout your career, helping children, helping women, helping everyone you could!  You tried again and again to help and ma’am, you succeeded again and again — you’ve helped so many of us.  I’m so sorry you weren’t allowed the helm that would have let you help the nation as a whole, but please know — please know beyond any shadow of any doubt — that your efforts were and are extraordinary in their scale, that you have already made and continue to make such a difference to so many, and please especially know that you are love and appreciated for what you’ve done, for what you do.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

When I was little — in 3rd grade, I think — I spoke to you when you visited a group of schools in Raleigh, NC.  I don’t remember much beyond that it was a field trip and I was so excited to see you!  My teacher gave me a card with a question on it to ask you if you called on me, and you did call on me… with the mic in my hand, suddenly I forgot how to breathe, how to read, how to do anything but blink at your smiling face.  I dropped my question card.

I blurted, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Everyone laughed at me!  Everyone but you.  You only went on smiling and replied, “When I grow up, I want to be the President of the United States.”

People laughed at you too.  Then.  Now.

Not me.

Not me, because until you said so, I never knew a woman could want that.  Could want to be that.

I’m 29 years old now.  I live in NC still, in Chapel Hill.  I’m a strong, determined woman married to another woman who’s even stronger, and I — we — just want to tell you that if we can together do a fraction of what you have for people,  we will be so proud.  We love you.  We love you, we appreciate you, and we aspire to your character, to your determination, to your strength and your love and your kindness, your compassion, your drive to make things better and brighter.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Tribute to my best friend. You were always there for me, through sunshine and rain. When my dysfunctional family was crumbling down, when I was bullied in school, when the entire world seemed so bleak, you wagged your tail and smiled at me. And suddenly everything was going to be okay.

We dug giant holes in the backyard, filled it with water, jumped in and covered ourselves in mud. The best days were when we got to go to your favorite lake. You really loved to roll in duck poop and dead fish. I held you in my lap even when you smelled like rotten fish. I had to shampoo you twice and it was all so much fun.

With each divorce and remarriage, we had to move and give you away when the new place didn’t allow dogs. But somehow you always made it back to me. When emotional trauma gave me amnesia for one year, I couldn’t remember the people in my life but I remember you. If my mom had gone through with the suicide, I would have been okay because I had you.

I grew up and you grew old. Now I’m old enough to be okay on my own, and it was thanks to you. I’ll always miss you. Thank you for the 17 years of unconditional love.

Thank you Danisnotonfire

Let’s hear it for Danisnotonfire.
Who puts up amazing content and makes us smile.
Who puts up with the ships, the shit, and rolls with it.
Who works hard at what he does.
Let’s hear it for the memes, the jokes and the sarcasm.
Let’s hear it for the Gaming channel, TATINOF, DAPGO, and everything else he contributes.
Thank you Dan
For Internet Support group.
For Tweets and photos that make us smile.
For the cute moments captured of you with Phil. The Fans. Etc.
For putting up with the Phandom and the fans….
Because let’s face it:
We can be assholes

Thank you for Putting up with us.
And thank you for everything you put onto the internet.
We love you.
-The Fans

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【UT】

Heruheru :looks like when MF!sans be bullied ,UF!sans came to fight down bullyings and blame MF   ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

me: it’s looks really like XD 

Heruheru : start a new ship  _(´ཀ`」 ∠)__

me: XD ops ,someone into a new ship!!!(follow(no

XD………..mustard milk?   taste will be so weird on reality  I guess ˊwˋ

XD……….芥末牛奶? 現實中嚐起來一定會很怪我想  ˊwˋ

anybody wanna try?( >◡❛)(no

有人想嘗試嗎? ( >◡❛) (別

just kidding XD have fun

開玩笑的XD 祝愉快

SheZow

So there’s this kids’ show called SheZow and it’s totally awesome!!

The main character, Guy, turns into this superhero, SheZow (who was formerly his late aunt). Her powers are based around beauty: lazer lipstick, boomerang comb, vanishing cream, etc. and her weakness is bad hair. It show Guy totally comfortable in all the femininity (after a couple episodes) and empowers girls and it’s targeted roughly at late elementary school and early middle school kids. There’s also an alternate universe Guy called Gal.

She turns into DudePow

They’re equally powerful and competitive.

This show could actually save lives by cutting down on the bullying of trans kids or kids who express themselves differently than most. Seeing a boy in a skirt, kids might think of SheZow and how awesome she is.

It’s also a freaking hilarious show which punches gender roles out so completely that characters don’t even question why Guy is SheZow.

It’s on Netflix so watch the heck out of it (but please don’t perve it up like some people have already done)

“I have to go.”

Q stared after him, a protest stuck in his throat, as Bond hurried away. Did… did Q do something wrong? He thought Bond had… did he not want… there had been so many mixed signals, Q hadn’t known what to do, and now it seemed he’d ruined everything.

It had just been a kiss. Just one. Just a chaste little brush of lips. And now Q stood, alone and small and miserable, hugging himself as he tried desperately to figure out what he’d done wrong.

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Bond didn’t come back the next day. Or the next. The day after, he had to be kitted out for a mission, but he (deliberately, Q was sure) chose a moment when Q was in a meeting to sneak down to Q-branch and bully a minion into giving him his kit.

Q wasn’t even angry. Just tired and miserable and still very, very confused. Because before Bond left, he had apparently broken into Q’s office and left a bunch of flowers on his desk; the sort of bouquet you’d get to say “sorry for you loss”. It had some lilies in it. Q loved lilies.

He repurposed a (sterilized) beaker for them.

What was Bond doing? Q thought he himself had been plain, had shown his affections enough that Bond knew, even if no one else did. Well, just look at how he’d started coming down to Q-branch between missions to talk to Q, or just watch him work, or nap on the cot Q kept for himself when he had to sleep after seventy-four hours but couldn’t leave the branch. Q had flirted, Q had bantered, Q had openly admired him (when everyone else’s back was turned) and he was sure, he was sure, that Bond had returned the favor, preening like a peacock the whole time.

Maybe Bond had just thought this his due. Maybe he’d been happy with flirtations, and didn’t want anything more intimate. Why, then, would he pretend to return Q’s sentiments, plainly enough that even Q’s subordinates had noticed?

It had been a very nice kiss, before Bond had run away.

Q would’ve liked more.

Bah. It was obvious that Q had ruined things and scared him off. There would be no more kissing. Q should get on with his work and forget about it for now.

And he did, for a time. Then, in the deepest night, when there was only a skeleton staff of nightshift left, when he was wondering if it was worth it to sleep, a soft voice murmured, “Q?”

He jumped and whirled, almost knocking over the flowers. “Bond!” he exclaimed, suddenly, irrationally frightened. “I thought you—that is, I thought you were on mission.”

“I finished early,” Bond brushed aside. “I wanted to…” His eyes trailed to the flowers. “You kept them.”

“Well—well, yes,” Q stammered, then, in a sudden fit of defiance, lifted his chin and said firmly, “I like them.”

Bond stared at him, hard. Then he smiled his stupidly attractive smile and said, “I’m glad.”

While Q was blushing over that, confused all over again but this time hopeful as well, Bond approached, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to the tip of Q’s nose. Then his mouth moved downwards, to press gently against Q’s.

Q returned the kiss, letting out a slow, deep sigh as he did so. Bond chuckled and wrapped his arms around Q, who returned the favor unhesitatingly. The kiss stayed small and private and chaste, no biting or tonguing or any of the things Q was wary of. It seemed Bond was okay with this too.

After a while, Q’s mouth slid to Bond’s jaw, then followed the line of Bond’s neck down to the hollow of his throat, where he let his lips linger, breathing in Bond’s scent.

“I need to go somewhere,” Bond told him quietly. “It’s… not official.”

“Mm. Will you get in trouble?”

“Mostly likely.”

“Will you come home?”

Bond ran his hand up and down Q’s spine soothingly. “Absolutely.”

“Alright. Do you need anything? Where are you going?”

“Just a gun. And I’m going to Mexico City.”

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Nora's past

There was always the idea that Ren was kind of the bullied one and Nora would beat up his bullies, but I think I like it how it happened in their backstory. It just shows how you can go from being alone and beat down and bullied to someone so positive and strong as Nora. She was the one bullied and had no one and then she had Ren. They were both alone so they had to be strong. I think it’s a good thing to see someone in her state as a child to where she is now.