good bully

Alright you can hate the trump family but leave Barron alone please. He’s just a kid, he has no say in what his father is doing. Hes stuck in a bad light for all the world to see because of who his father is and throwing hate at him is just going to teach him to hate more.
Although his father is horrible, theres still room for Baron to grow to be a good person. But belittling him because of who his father is is going to do nothing but harvest more hate in that boy.


- German Junkrat line 2016

Today while I played I got to hear a new line from Junkrat when he’s talking to Mei.
I play the German version of the game and when Mei asked her no-good-bully-question Junkrat replied with this.
“Ich mach’ einfach nicht den selben Fehler wie du und setze keine Brille auf.” (I simply don’t do the same mistake as you and don’t wear glasses)
I thought it was kinda adorable (and sassy) so I felt like doing some doodles to it. Simple man with simple solutions.


“지금 넌 나의 밤의 별을 가져가
낮의 해를 가져가 “

“You took away my stars at night,
my sun at day.”

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A Hug From Me To You

To all the minorities here (racial, religious, sexual orientation, health-wise, etc.), or anyone else who feels devastated, terrified, or abandoned,

I love you.  You are not alone, even if it feels that way after this horrific election.  I will fight for you. 

This event only shows that we’ve got a long way to go and, more than ever, I am determined to protect you.  Let’s cry together, help each other up, and then let our unity become a source of strength for us


  • 707: Ugh! Today is the worst day ever!
  • Yoosung: Is it because you can't focus on your work, since you're so worried about MC and all you'd been doing is making robot pets while dropping lowkey hints that you have feelings for her??
  • 707: No, because it's a little humid-... OF COURSE! It's because I can't focus on my work, since I'm so worried about MC and all I'd been doing is making robot pets while dropping lowkey hints that I have feelings for he- WAIT WHAT!?!?

“There’s a quidditch game this weekend.”

“I’m well aware.”

“You should come!”

“And why would I do that?”

“Cause I’ll be playing.”

OR: Pharmercy Hogwarts AU where Fareeha and Angela agree on many things, but still can’t seem to communicate their feelings ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I am so angry

I got attacked by a mob once.

I was a kid; sixth or seventh grade, and we were having gym class outside. It was cold, so I wore a coat. Nobody else wore a coat.

The teacher walked away for a minute, and that’s when it happened.

There wasn’t any signal, nobody said anything, but they surrounded me, and somebody forced the hood of my coat up over my head and somebody yanked the drawstrings of it tight so that it covered my face and I couldn’t see, and then they all pushed me around, laughing.

I dissociated. I felt like I was floating, all the fear I was feeling somehow distant.

And then the teacher walked back and they stopped. He must have seen, but he didn’t say anything. None of them got in trouble. I never told anyone about it because I thought it had been my fault for letting it happen. I should have fought back, I thought. I should have been strong enough to stop it. It was my fault.

For years afterwards, I never wore a coat.

I’m grown up now, stuck in the same small town where all of those people still live, and you know what they have? Guns. I’ve seen pictures of the permits, up on Facebook. Concealed carry.

I feel guilty, though, for being frightened. Illinois was a pretty solidly Democrat state—although I think a lot of the democrat votes come from Chicago, and I live in a very rural area.

But it’s not as if I’m visibly queer. I have long hair; I look like a cisgender girl. I’m not dating anyone; I’m only out as bisexual and genderqueer to a few people. I’m white. Logically, I’m relatively safe—as safe as anyone who looks like a woman can ever be.

And it’s not as if I see those people anymore, the ones from the mob. I stay in the house, mostly, and don’t see anyone, really, except my family: grandparents, cousins, aunt.

They voted for Trump.

My cousin has a baby shower coming up this Sunday—how am I supposed to go to it? How am I supposed to look these people in the eyes, these people who say they love me but think people like me are less than human?

I bite my tongue, second guess everything I say.

What a gorgeous woman, I say, when an actress comes onto the television screen, and then I wince.

I flinch when people use the wrong pronouns for me.

My mother says she has so much trouble remembering because she has to call me she in front of our family.

Just tell them, she says. What’s the worst that can happen?

My grandfather used to take me for boat rides when I was a kid.

He has a Trump sticker on the bumper of his truck.

They love you, my mother says.

My cousin taught me to ride a bicycle, to tie my shoes.

Voting Trump, she said on Facebook. Who’s with me.

He tells the truth, my thirteen-year-old cousin said.

What truth is that? The truth that people like me should be given electroshock? Or the truth that little girls like you are old enough for grown men to fuck them?

I am so angry.

Our family has lunch together every Sunday. At one of the lunches a couple of months ago, they had a discussion about how ‘homosexuals’ had ‘ruined’ the words gay and queer.

And there I am, in the corner, shaking.

I don’t go to those family lunches very often anymore.

They love you, my mother says, it’s not as if they’re going to disown you.

But I don’t want to be their fucking exception; I don’t want them to have to ‘overlook’ my queerness or ‘forgive’ me for it. Love the sinner, hate the sin—what sin, the sin of my existence?

I am so angry.

You act paranoid, my mother says, you act like you’re afraid for your life.

And maybe she’s right. Maybe I am paranoid. Logically, I know, I’m relatively safe, but I can’t help but feel that the teacher has walked away for the next four years.

I know the rules now, though: don’t wear a coat, if nobody else is wearing one. Smile when they call you she. Don’t glance at pretty girls. Bite your tongue. Present as your assigned gender.

The thing is, I don’t want to have to do that anymore. I want to be visible; I want to feel like I exist. Do you know, I didn’t even realize it was possible to be queer until I was twelve fucking years old? I learned it from a fantasy novel. I thought it was a misprint, at first, the main character and the love interest having the same pronouns. I had no queer role models growing up, because everyone I knew who was queer was closeted.

I am so angry.

I am tired of hiding; I am tired of feeling afraid.

I am so angry. 

I am so very angry.

Good Kid Lyrics

Six schools in six years

Kicked out of every place

Everything I ever do is wrong, never find where I belong

Everybody on my case

The same old story, the same old song

Don’t act up, don’t act out, be strong.

I keep my head down, I keep my chin up

But it ends up all the same:

With “pack your bags, Percy, you’re always to blame!”

I never try to do anything

I never mean to hurt anyone

I swear I swear that I’m a good kid, a good kid, a good son (?)

But no one ever will take my side

Oh all I ever do is take the fall!

I swear I swear that I’m a good kid, yes 

I’m good for nothing at all.

Gabe was a world class jerk. Dad

was never there.

The only family that really mattered,

well, she vanished into the air.

And now I’ve finally find (??) a haven,

someplace safe, where I can stay

till its “pack your bags, Percy,

now go go away!”

I never try to do anything

I never mean to hurt anyone

I swear I swear that I’m a good kid

Yeah, Percy, that’s a good one

But no one ever will take my side

All I ever do is take the fall

I swear I swear that I’m a good kid

Yes, I’m good for nothing at all

The schools in six years

Every battle, every day

No one ever tells you that they’re crap

No one asks me “Percy how’d you like to come around and stay?”

Ahh, you get a bad grade and a bum rap (?) and a bad rep and a good smack

and no friends and no hope and no mom..

She’s taken away

I swear I never stole anything

I never meant to hurt anyone

I swear I swear that I’m a good kid a good kid

who’s had a bad run.

And all I need is one last chance

To prove I’m good enough for someone

Good enough for someone

(six schools in six years)

I’m good enough for someone

(six schools in six years)

I’m good enough for someone

(six schools in six years)


 Request:  89 and 97 with Peter Parker please?!?

89. “I noticed.”

97. “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

Peter Parker x Reader

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Originally posted by theunofficialthomasholland

“So, how was your day?” 

The face of my best friend stared back at me through my laptop screen. Being out of the country and getting separated from Peter Parker was definitely something that I had to get used to. I had been away from New York for about a year now because of my parents’ work but just recently they had decided to move back to the States. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. My bags were packed and my room  was cleaned. I was ready to go. The only thing left for me to do was tell the dork on my computer.

“Pretty good, I guess. School’s the same. Classes are going good, still getting bullied. But hey, look, I found a CPU in the dump,” Peter held up the beat up parts in front of the camera. “See, I know it looks kinda bad but I’m sure I can get it fixed. Then I can replace this hunk of junk.” As if on cue, Peter’s face flickered, a sign of his computer glitching. He groaned. I smiled. 

“I don’t have a doubt that you won’t be able to fix that. You’re a genius.” I complimented him.

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Well, thanks to all your whining, kicking, screaming, and fearmongering, I’m now afraid of the possibility that some people are actually going to KILL THEMSELVES because of said fearmongering and scare tactics by you ill-informed little brats.

Good job you fucking bullies, you’re part of the reason why people chose Trump in the first place. Congratu-fucking-lations.