even-if-it-is-irrelevant

ok so there was this post talking about how boys love flowers too and no one ever gets them any or like cares,,
SO we were doing awkward icebreakers in class and i decided to ask the guy next to me what his favorite flower was (half expecting him to say wut idk??) and he looked at me with a huge smile and said sunflowers and i think we should all just raise awareness that boys like flowers too

Steve has no shades of grey when it comes to Bucky and I love him for it. Bucky’s in Austria, whats he gonna do, walk there? If that’s what it takes. He’s been brainwashed Steve, he doesn’t know you. He will. Steve he’s wanted by multiple governments, why won’t you hand him over? He’s my friend and it wasn’t his fault. Like, there’s no question for Steve, there’s no part of him that hesitates, no other factors play into it, is it Bucky? Does he need help? Steve will do whatever it takes to give it to him. Can you believe how much he loves Bucky wow.

I find it really sad how disposable Kpop groups are. Not just by their fans but also by the industry itself. It’s like they have an expiration date set on them, where once they’ve been in the industry for a certain number of years, they’re labeled too “old” and just thrown into the sidelines to wither away. They’re not even worthy enough to be invited to award shows because they’ve apparently reached their limit and supposedly not “relevant” enough to the public eye, so they end up being disrespected and forgotten. What’s even more sad is that these so called groups considered irrelevant now are the ones who made Kpop this huge and profitable today, and they don’t even get a quarter of the acknowledgement they deserve.

tfc characters as texts i've sent
  • neil: i should be dead how'd i get away with that
  • andrew: it was all my doing i'm glad i've confused everyone
  • kevin: pls remember vegetables exist and they love you
  • matt: sleep well sweet nugget
  • dan: but you know what. maybe I'M risky.
  • allison: i fight dirty and psychological trauma is the aim
  • renee: two people have asked me for directions in the past hour why is my face so soft and trustable
  • aaron: did u not know i only have one friend
  • nicky: i can even play heads or tails in multiple languages which is irrelevant just a fun fact
  • seth: i love death and dying and being dead

Honestly I’m tired of everyone underappreciating and underestimating Charlie

  • *group text*
  • baekhyun: have any of you Losers ever even been to 2nd base
  • sehun: yes!!!! many times!!!
  • yixing: no lying sehun i've seen you play baseball you can't even hit the ball with a bat??
  • baekhyun: oh...that's not...
  • minseok: shut up baekhyun that time you held hands with someone romantically you snapchatted about it and put it on your story the real question is: have YOU ever even been to 2nd base?
  • baekhyun: THAT IS IRRELEVANT THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME
  • yixing: hey!!!! baekhyun's an excellent batter he hit a home run once!!!
Triptychs etc in T6T

Why three screens? Is this establishing that things shown in triptychs are doctored? If so, what about this scene:

Does it happen for real or not. Is he alone or not? Does it happen now, or is it “ancient history” like he says a minute later? What if it actually is? What if it’s something to do with the time Thatcher was in power?

And if it means things aren’t real, do we have another sign that this is not real (look at the wall)?

And then of course, there’s this at the end:

Doctored too? Or ancient history, or what?

There were a few more, but less obvious and maybe not meant to be seen as triptychs.

And then there were the AGRA scenes where they were quadriptychs. So does this mean that those scenes are more real, or even less?

As a parenthesis, and possibly irrelevant, there were a couple of diptychs. I don’t know what it means, it just popped out at me.

There may be more of the triptychs that I didn’t catch. Perhaps in other episodes. At least in TAB there’s this:

And, famously in TFP, this:

Any art experts out there? :) (As always, sorry if I tag inappropriately or indeed forget anyone who’d like to be included!) @disregardedletters @tjlcisthenewsexy @jenna221b @the-7-percent-solution @usuallynotusual @averybritishbumblebee @consultingeastwind @holmesianscholar @just-sort-of-happened @love-in-mind-palace @marcespot @sister-edgelord @swishyspock @tjlc

It’s time to stop the Moonlight vs La La Land debate, your race baiting is bullshit and it’s not progressive in the slightest. Both films are fantastic in very different ways because you guessed it, they’re completely different films. The fact that a film like Moonlight won proves that there was never a race problem with the Oscars, it just needed the right film to be released about deep subject matter, oh and there aren’t race problems with La La Land either, a white man loves jazz. Who fucking cares? I love jazz and I’m white, no race problems with that. You guys are the ones obsessed with race, most people don’t ever talk about race and yet you guys always manage to bring it up when it’s irrelevant. You can’t even enjoy a film or let a film be a fucking film without wanting to start a race war. Can any of you even tell me why Moonlight is better than La La Land without bringing up skin colour? It’s time to stop this bollocks, you’re becoming the fascists that you claim to be fighting against.

this is so irrelevant but felt like sharing that yesterday during my psychology lecture the lecturer actually thought i was a guy and called on me to answer a question like “yes you, the fella in the back” and i literally was like !!!!!!! bc i can’t pass for shit ??? idk how this happened but it ended p quickly bc as soon as he heard me speak he kept calling me “young lady” the next time he asked me questions r ip

hey everyone its 2017 and i cant believe i have to say this but paulo isnt innocent and abbey doing one very bad thing to him doesnt justify all of the awful things paulo did to him in the past

Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words

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I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”

“NO.”

Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


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It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”

“No!”

I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

2

12th Day, Month of Songs

I finally come to realize it ain’t enough just to have a tattoo. A tattoo is nothing but a pretty picture put in your skin. That’s all.

  • Jaune: Wow, a whole hour to myself. I guess I could stand to have a little privacy.
  • Jaune, ten minutes in: This isn't so bad. I'm a little lonely, but hey, I'll manage.
  • Jaune, twenty minutes in: ok but look where is everyone i require constant reassurance
  • Jaune, forty minutes in: the problem with solipsism is that it makes the assumption that the self can be known for certain but i don't even know my own bitch ass and all of this is irrelevant because we must make the assumption that reality is real to even have this philosophical circlejerk
  • Pyrrha, an hour in: Jaune! We're back! How was it?
  • Jaune: i have made a crippling realization about the nature of my life and i am not ok
  • Ren: See, I told you he'd be okay on his own.
  • Nora: Are you sure?
  • Ren: When is he not like this?
  • Pyrrha: Fair.