first one because of reasons

anonymous asked:

im genuinely confused i dont understand why chloe cant be bi when she had boy toys(meaning more than one) so wouldn't she of figured out she was gay after the first one? and that "look" she gives jefferbitch didn't look fake to me...(speaking as a bi)

heyyy i’m trusting no harm’s intended here love but no she wouldn’t have found out she was gay after the first one because flings/relationships can end for reasons other than realising you’re gay obviously……….. i had four boyfriends before i realised i was gay it’s honestly irrelevant like experimentation is a thing in your teens and compulsory heterosexuality comes into play an immeasurable amount. the reason she’s not bi is because she says using her mouth with words multiple times that guys are gross and that rachel saved her from her phase with boys. if you still want to make her attracted to men after that then ur like…….. nasty. she very clearly has gone through a phase (knowing chloe, probably put herself through shit she didn’t like because she doesn’t look after herself well at all) and is finally comfortable in her sexuality. you’re looking for things here to make her identity invalid. also if you’ve been following me then you should know my answer to this question already because ive talked about this in the past thousands of times and i’m just gonna stop responding to stuff like it because it just uses up useless energy and i think you’d know what you were doing. search through my blog for this shit

The moment in Wonder Woman with the glasses had me cracking up for more than one reason. First of all, because Steve is like, “She’s still too distracting. Here,” and has Diana put on the glasses and then Etta goes, “Ah right, the specs. Put them on and suddenly she’s no longer the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.” Then Diana looks in the mirror and seems to like the glasses. So the scene is funny in and of itself but it’s also a slight dig at Superman and Supergirl and their ridiculous glasses disguises hahaha.


Yuzuru Hanyu EX Requiem of Heaven and Earth || Skate Canada 2015

Throwback to an edition of Requiem that tends to be overlooked. Sure enough it did not come with the significance of the performance at NHK, nor did it carry the weight of emotion we witnessed in Boston, but personally I always treasure the first time I saw Yuzuru skate to a new piece of music, not least because he is never content with stability, and so every first performance is always the start of an evolution, the chrysalis, if you will. At the time of SC 2015, Requiem too was very much a work in progress, and in this occasion I felt that the tentativeness and hesitation as Yuzuru explored the new choreography perfectly complimented the raw emotion behind the music. All in all, a very, very beautiful chrysalis, my favorite first performance

a super lovely commission from @rainbowwbroker

“lets make headcanons that ‘fix’ the sexism of the sixties" 

or lets not in case they get popular and people new to the fandom confuse your headcanon for irl canon, and instead lets openly talk about the sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, and all the other bigotry ingrained into the show because of the time period and environment it was written in, ya know, like adults.

like, stop fucking ignoring the problems and actively address them. Especially in a show that is ABOUT moving beyond and learning from our bigotry and prejudice, actively criticizing it can help future series or movies also learn from the problems and fix them.

Every inch of you is perfect from the

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anonymous asked:

also like there's a really easy way to make raisins. Put grapes in with hard brown sugar. The sugar stays nice and soft + u get a raisin. Imagine someone telling Tony that and Steve opened the pantry for brown sugar and the entire bag is just filled with grapes. (tree)

“Tony why the fuck are there several mouldy grapes in the fucking pantry”

“…I’m making the slowest rum and raisin icecream in history?”

“Why did I marry you”


wlw moodboard: Nina/Vanessa (In The Heights) 

~ I called you all morning ~

this wall is honestly so tall even to people who aren’t Ed

Nomi’s Pride Speech

I’ve been thinking about my life and all of the mistakes that I’ve made – the ones that stay with me or the ones that I regret are the ones that I made because of fear.  For a long time I was afraid to be who I am because I was taught by my parents that there’s something wrong with someone like me – something offensive, something you will avoid, maybe even pity.  

Something that you could never love.  

My mom – she’s a fan of St. Thomas Aquinas and she calls Pride a sin.  And of all the venal and moral sins St. Thomas saw pride as the queen of the seven deadly sins.  He saw it as the ultimate gateway sin that would turn you quickly into a sinaholic.  But hating isn’t a sin on that list.  Neither is shame.  

I was afraid of this parade because I wanted so badly to be a part of it.  So today I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid to march and for all the people who can’t march:  the people living lives like I did.  Today I march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we and we march with pride.

So go fuck yourself, Aquinas.

Sense 8, Episode 2: I Am Also A We

You Hate Me, You Love Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Sounds great! Thanks my love!

Prompt: “I am craving a little something from Big Red if that’s okay. Something along the lines of April and Casey bring a friend by to help when Donnie gets injured and the turtles accept her into their little group apart from Raph who is a bit of a shit around her but it turns out that’s because he likes her. Something like that work for you sweetie?” @girl-next-door-writes

Word count: 1467

Warnings: Swearing & lots of angst

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

It’d become your routine, to go from your apartment to the lair every morning, regardless of what you were doing that day. You enjoyed the atmosphere down there, and gradually got used to the smell. It was the sewers after all.

Today though, you had to be careful. You had an interview at a new office building that had opened. They salary that came with the shiny new office chair was too good to pass up, but that meant an entirely new wardrobe. If things didn’t go well, you could always return the stuff, but that’s if you didn’t get them dirty. So you didn’t go that morning before the interview, you texted Raph your reasoning quickly, because he was the first one on your contact list under ‘Apple Bottom.’ You were running late, and every second counted, especially in a city like New York.

Hours later, a secretary rang you whilst you stood in a line at the post office, telling you that you got the job, and the grin never left your lips as you basically skipped down the street in your new outfit, with a new job label and a new start. You hated that old office anyway.

Getting to the lair was usually a walk in the park for you, but in the new heels, it was a tad difficult but when you got there you knew you had to make a big entrance.

“Hello!” you beamed, stretching your arms out to reveal your very sophisticated outfit: a deep red dress that matched your satin lips, black heels that were far too overpriced for their worth and a small purse. Your hair cascaded in waves, framing your face and your make up was done. This was the most put together you had ever looked in front of the turtles, usually you’d rock up in sweats and a t-shirt, because they knew you’d change at work.

“Oh, hey [Y/N]… Finally decided to show up?” Mikey drawled. He was probably the most worried and disappointed about your sudden disappearance that morning. He’d made chocolate chip pancakes, and wanted you to try them, but you never showed. Leo was straight up giving you the silent treatment, and Donnie was the only one there to tell you (rather rudely) that they were mad because you never bothered mentioning that you weren’t going to show that morning.

“I left a message with-” you stopped, grumbling and rubbing your forehead. “I left a message with Raph.” You mumbled, the others just looked at you like you were dumb.

You met the guys when your cousin April had brought you to meet them, because you were the only one who April knew who could stitch a deep wound up. Donnie, the resident brainbox, got in the way of an attack on April and sliced his side. You used to work at an underground bar, and stitching people up after fights was your specialty. That was all history now, you and the boys were like family. Except one brute.

“Raphael!” you bellowed, slamming the door of his bedroom against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh. You.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his comic book.

“Yeah, me.” Taking a seat on one of the spinning chairs, your legs up against the table. “What the fuck have you got against me?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact ya feel the need to put yer dirty feet all over my furniture.” He threw a ball at your legs, but obviously you didn’t budge. In fact, you moved on leg and scraped whatever dirt you had on the bottom of your shoe on the table.

“These cost a lot of money, gotta keep them clean.” You smirked, resting your hand on your thigh as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger.

“If this is yer way or seducin’ me, try harder.” Snorting, you crossed your arms over your chest again; the nerve of this guy.

“So, are you going to tell me why you hate me?” Raph glanced up from his comic book and sighed.

You were patient, and it took time, but he gave in “I don’t hate ya.”

“Okay, why do you dislike me.” Rolling his eyes, you could tell he was becoming agitated. One thing Raphael hated more than someone yelling at him and giving orders, was someone who just asked too many questions.

“I don’t dislike ya- An’ can ya stop doin’ that!” You’d been playing with a strand of your hair, and you only realized you were doing it when he snapped at you. A smirk spread on your face, and you continued.

“What?” you tilted your head to the side mockingly, before stretching and standing, walking around his room. He had all kinds of knick-knacks, and some he made himself out of wood. You had to say you were impressed. Raphael eyed you closely s you continued to pick up and look at his stuff. He found himself not really caring. “Are you going to tell me or what?”

“Nothin’ to tell.”

“Yes there is, Raph. I wanna know what I did wrong that’s made you not like me. I mean,” sighing, you put one of the little wooden toys down. “I want to get to know you like I have the others, I’m sorry if I did anything but-”

“Just shut up, and get out.” He grumbled sternly, looking back at his comic. That is when you really got angry.
“Fuck off Raph! I’m trying to fix whatever the hell is wrong with us being friends and you’re making this so difficult!” By this point, Raph had threw his comic on the floor and got close to your face, his hands in fists and rage all over his face.

“Ya don’t speak ta me like that, [Y/N].” He growled, clearly trying to intimidate you but you were too riled up to give a shit.

“I’m going to speak to you however you treat me, Raph! Now tell me why the fuck you can’t stand me!” you growled back, making him take a step back but not faltering his expression.

“I don’t hate ya, or dislike ya, ya stupid bitch!” he yelled, hitting his bedpost with his fist.

“Sure seems like it!” you were ready to leave the room, a middle finger up at him before he stopped you with three words.

“I like ya!” he even stopped himself. What was he doing? “I like ya [Y/N]. I don’t know how ya could ever be with someone like me, so I just, I don’t know, rather have ya hate me than actually care about me. I can’t give ya what ya deserve in life, and it tears me apart. I can’t have ya tied ta me. I don’t want ya ta miss all the things that someone else can give ya. And I don’t want ya ta look at me one day and feel the tiniest bit of like. Regret or pity.” He was sat on his bed, staring down at his mutated hands. You stopped at the door, turning around with tears in your eyes.

“I would never think that!”

“Ya don’t know that, [Y/N],” he picked his head up to look at you with teary eyes himself, “I can’t watch you, wanderin’ around the lair, especially dressed so amazin’ like ya’re today, or see ya naked.” He stopped, chuckling and shaking his head at his hands again. You were stood in front of him, arms down by your sides, “and not be able to feel so much sadness that yer here with me when someone else could have ya, and ya could have such a better life.”

“No. No.” you were crying, your mascara coating your cheeks, “don’t say another word! You made me feel like shit for months, Raphael! You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, when in reality, I fucking am! I am worth so much more than the pain you made me endure!” And that’s when you said something that you both thought you’d never hear come out of your mouth. “I wish I had never been brought here! I wish I had never met you!”


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amaziingdil  asked:

I'd love to hear your mental health headcanons!! Esp about saeran and Saeyoung. I feel like most people forget about Saeyoung bc saeran is arguably worse off but that boy isnt neurotypical in the slightest

Hello I’m back and the reason I’m doing this one first is because mental health sucks am I right okay moving on


  • I’ve seen a lot of people suggest NPD but I personally disagree?
  • I don’t think Zen actually believes a damn word he says about how great he is, on any level. It’s 100% fake it til you make it. 
  • Only he figures he’ll never make it so I guess he’ll just fake it forever hahaha
  • And Zen shows literally zero trace of some of the other NPD criteria, like illusions of grandeur and increased self-importance, a sense of entitlement or exploitative behaviours.
  • So, not NPD. And while he has at least a depressive episode in his route, I don’t think I’d diagnose him with Major Depression either. 
  • He obviously has his own issues that he struggles with, but I don’t think any of them are diagnosable. 
  • Although I did see someone (you can read the post HERE) say he could have Body Dismorphic Disorder, and I really liked their reasoning, but I’d never heard of that before so I can’t speak much on it. 


  • Yoosung has been diagnosed with both depression and anxiety
  • The RFA all practically forced him to see someone after Rika’s death. That’s when he was diagnosed and prescribed SSRIs. The medication helped a lot, and he’s doing a lot better now that he’s on them and has a therapist
  • I also headcanon that he has Borderline Personality Disorder.
  • I’m not just biased I swear
  • At first I thought I was but I’ve seen other people say this so it’s become official Mystic Drabbles Headcanon
  • I also headcanon that Yoosung feels kind of guilty about that one. Because like… his life is fine? Especially when he looks at people like Saeyoung, who have gone through so much worse. He feels like he doesn’t have the right to be as “messed up” as he is?
  • He’s wrong, of course, on so many levels, obviously. But he can’t help how he feels.


  • Is stress a mental disorder because she definitely has that
  • She might have some traits of OCPD? I am not at all an authority in that, but she is a strict rule follower, likes things to be clean and in order, and would rather sacrifice sleep and meals to get her work done than leave something unfinished or do any less than her best, or let anyone else do it for her. She likes things being perfectly on schedule, and perfectly clean (especially when it comes to a certain cat’s messy white fur). And despite being miserable, she’s reluctant to try to change anything.
  • But like Zen, while she does have her issues, I don’t know if I’d label any of them mental illnesses, as her above traits don’t really interfere with her day to day life severely and she manages to sort out some of her major issues with slight encouragement.


  • I headcanon him as autistic because I am a sheep
  • I don’t know very much about autism though, so I don’t trust my abilities to write him as such, or even elaborate very much, without being inaccurate or offending someone.
  • But it’s clear he has issues with interacting with and understanding others, but it’s not because he’s uncaring or cruel. He truly seems like he just… doesn’t understand sometimes. But he is willing to listen when people try to explain.
  • He’s trying, and he’s clearly learned to function despite his hardships.
  • My tol awkward son, I’m proud of him


  • Hahahahaha nothing about this boy is neurotypical
  • I mentioned before that he has at the very least Borderline traits, maybe not the whole disorder
  • And definitely PTSD. For obvious reasons.
  • I also recently changed my headcanon for him from depression to bipolar (probably type 2? I’m not sure.) Because honestly it fits him so well? He goes from laughing and joking and building a thousand robots while hacking into like NASA or something for the lolz because he can’t slow down enough to focus on one thing…
  • To talking about how he’s useless and nobody and shouldn’t even exist, and feeling so down he can’t get anything done.
  • He’s another one who’s done fairly decently at learning to function around his issues. 
  • (I headcanon this is partially because he’s done a fair amount of research on them. He likes learning, and he understands the importance of mental health care. He just doesn’t always feel like he deserves it.)
  • Or, at the very least, survive through them.
  • I’m proud of him too.


  • He has many issues. Feeling responsible for everyone and everything, his low self-esteem, believing he deserves to suffer…
  • But while none of these are mentally healthy, I think they stem more from him being a victim of abuse than a mental illness.
  • Aside from, of course, the PTSD that stemmed from said abuse. This is obvious from the withdrawing from his friends, being increasingly self-destructive, and his obvious constant stress.


  • Saeran is another very Not Neurotypical one. 
  • I already discussed him having BPD.
  • And it’s obvious he has PTSD.
  • I forget if I mentioned anxiety? But that too. 
  • I feel like he’d also have social anxiety and/or AvPD? In his case, the fear of social interaction comes off as anger when he’s distressed.
  • And in the Ending picture on the couch, he seems very closed off and withdrawn from the group. 
  • We don’t have a lot of canon instances of Saeran interacting with anyone besides Saeyoung, but I feel that he would be very not okay with the risk of rejection or criticism. He would push people away so they wouldn’t get a chance to hate him. 
  • And how could he not fear disapproval when you consider what that’s looked like his whole life? Disapproval=abuse. Being anything less than perfect=abuse/brainwashing. And he most definitely wouldn’t describe himself as perfect.


  • I feel like they would almost be mildly obsessive compulsive traits but not exactly either OCD or OCPD?
  • It’s like
  • Their life was orchestrated to cause OCPD but somehow they managed to be… not?
  • But they still have some obsessive compulsive quirks, I guess you could say? 
  • Like… if one thing is off in a room it doesn’t just bug them, they literally have to fix it. Maybe not immediately, but they can’t just… leave it. They know that even if they leave the room it’ll bother them for the rest of the day.
  • (They may or may not have had to stop in the middle of a firefight to straighten a painting once. They did.)
  • It’s different if a whole room is a mess. They still want to clean it, but it’s weirdly less… urgent? They would definitely feel better if they could. They would feel even better if they could scrub down everything completely.
  • (You may have noticed that they wear gloves? Yeah they may or may not be somewhat of a germaphobe. They are. 
  • Funny enough though, their cleaning habits are not really related to this. They can deal with the germaphobia much better than they can deal with the messiness.)
  • (More on that another day~)
  • They’re also a bit of a perfectionist, although they’ve learned that not everything can be perfect and can usually deal with that.
  • They also wouldn’t delegate their work to anyone else but that’s more… avoidant and distancing independence than anything OCPD-like. 
  • (It’s also kind of low self esteem. Who would help someone like them?)
  • They also have the “unstable sense of identity” thing that I can only ever find information on in a BPD sense, but they don’t have that either. 
  • So. Yeah.
  • Personally I think I’d label them PDNOS (Personality Disorder Not Otherwise Specified)