aries can’t stand those who back down from a fight. If you’re the type that doesn’t deal with shit head-on, hesitate during a crucial moment, or use underhanded means to achieve your ends, aries won’t give you no respect!
taurus can’t deal with impatient, temperamental, or controlling personalities. If you’re competitive, always in a hurry, and have no chill, chances are, they think you’re an idiot. Overly-emotional, impractical people get no respect from taurus.
gemini hates boring people. That’s pretty much it- you might be the most horrible person ever, like a serial killer or some shit, but as long as you’re interesting, gemini is down to clown. The second you start to bore them, you won’t get no respect.
cancer doesn’t like people who joke about emotions, lack sympathy, or poke fun at their flaws (even playfully). If you’re a sagittarius loud, flaky, and always have to be out and doing something, instead of enjoying the comfort of family and home, cancer can’t respect you.
leo doesn’t like stingy, serious, reserved personalities. If you’re a capricorn tight-fisted workaholic who can’t just let loose and have fun, stay away. If you withhold praise and affection, the lion won’t give you no respect.
virgos are grossed out by lots of shit egotistical personalities. If you’re the type to brag, fish for compliments, or hog the spotlight, keep away. People who are irresponsible, gloss over details, and don’t play by the rules, get no respect from virgo.
libra can’t stand selfish people. If you put yourself first, take more than you give in a relationship, or are prone to being blunt and tactless, do libra a favor and gtfo. Those who create awkward situations or hurt others, even inadvertently, get no respect from libra.
scorpio hates lots of shit, but if you’re shallow, fake, or prone to bending the truth for any reason, you’re basically dead to them. Tbh, scorpio is tied with gemini when it comes to hating boring (uncomplicated) people. If you’re not deep, or only pretend to be ‘deep’ to seem cool, scorpio will give u NO respect.
sagittarius can’t stand nit-pickers or worry warts. If you’re afraid of roller-coasters, spiders, etc, that’s fine. Sags understand fear. But, if you’re too much of a coward to try to conquer your fear, sagittarius automatically loses respect. If you’re bogged down by fear or focus on little details/flaws, just stay away.
capricorns don’t have respect for whiners or rule-breakers. If you can’t deal with your problems independently and maturely, if you stir up unnecessary trouble, and if you half-ass your work (esp in a group project) cap will give u no respect.
aquarius doesn’t care for stupidity. If you’re ignorant, bigoted, and let your emotions run amok instead of thinking things through logically, aquarius has no respect for you. Republicans and traditionalists, keep your distance.
pisces is a lot like libra. If you’re selfish or lack sympathy, you are not okay in their book. Also, if you’re too focused on material details, like being on time, thinking too much about money, and preoccupied with fleeting, earthly issues, pisces will give u no respect.
Lots went wrong at the Oscars this year. One mistake that Patricia Arquette called out right away: her sister, transgender actress Alexis Arquette, who died in September with more than 70 screen credits to her name, was not included in the Oscars’ annual “In Memoriam” segment.
“I was really pissed off the academy left out my sister Alexis in the memoriam, because Alexis had a great body of work, but Alexis was one of very few trans artists that worked in the business,” she told ABC News.
“At a time when we have trans kids that can’t even go to the bathroom at school, you would think the academy would have a little bit more respect for a group of people that are murdered, and trans women of color are most likely to live in extreme poverty, making $800 a month, so I think the Oscars have a lot of learning to do.”
It’s one of those things that gets written off as humorous when you watch a child entertainer try to redefine themselves, but it can be an intense identity crisis. I think in our modern society we have a much greater understanding of the importance of personal identity and how we see ourselves and I’m hoping that over time people latch onto the fact that this hurts people and they have a little more respect for something like that.
Types as Roommates (based on actual roommates I’ve had as an INTP)
ESFP: Rarely around, because they are always out with friends. When they are home they usually talk about how cool their lamp is. And you don’t disagree, because it’s a pretty cool lamp. “I really appreciate you, dude” they say everyday after their shift, until you hate them and their stinky socks all over the bathroom floor.
ENFP: They are SO! EXCITED! that you’re finally home to hang out with them even though they’ve been going and doing things all week. Dishes are everywhere. The rabbit is out of his cage and has chewed through the electrical wires. The fire alarm is going off again.
INFP: The best thing about living with them is their music taste. You keep asking yourself if they are really as laid back as they say they are? Their poster selection is haphazard, their trash can is filled to the brim, and they show everyone who comes through their dorm their collection of vinyl sex feet. However, one day you get a terrifying message via text. You drank from their cup. That was the special cup. You shouldn’t have drank from that cup.
ISFP: THC is more important to oxygen to them. They line their room with trippy tapestries, and a list of “cartoon conspiracies” is listed on their door. During that really promiscuous phase of yours, they didn’t say a thing every night you must have waken them up moaning. You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so laid back. Then, exams came. No one had ever been more vigilent, and more terrified than they are during exam week. “Aderall” your friends say, “They’re hyped up on amphetamines,” but you know what they’re like on amphetamines, and this is a step above.
INTP: You’ve watched the same anime from start to finish 3 times this week, but you don’t have the nerve to tell them that you’re tired of it. They’re taking up all of the couch space too. Because while they might have spent the first 2 weeks of being moved in creating the perfectly efficient and comfortable bedroom (complete with a pillow fort), they fall asleep in the living room most nights with their heated blanket and a wikipedia article up on their laptop. You peek at their laptop expecting to see something related to their favorite video game or the classes they are taking, but “substitutional insect genitalia” doesn’t fit either of those categories.
ENTP: When they have friends over, they don’t just have friends over. The banter is endless and it almost always lasts until 5 am. Their is only so much existential philosophy you can take, and that is literally none when it it is being shouted by drunken satanists during the golden hour.
ISTP: They really like sex. Sex is their favorite subject and they feel the need to tell you that frequently. If you don’t update them on your current sexual status, they might get a little bit grumpy. Their pet names for you include “slut” and “bitch”. They read trashy novels and their television choices are questionable to you, but it matters little because you have finally found a roommate that simultaneously respects your boundaries and recognizes you for the asshole you are.
ISFJ: Tea has suddenly become very important to you. You memorized your roommates favorite teas for every occasion, every ailment and every time of day, before you even realized it was happening. You wonder how you know this, without even knowing their last name or what they do for a living. What time do they come in at night? Do they have friends? What kind of music do they listen to? You imagine that they spend most of their time with their family, and at work, but it’s anybodies guess.
ENFJ: The greatest sin of yours, is the sink that you leave untouched. Once a week, they clean it begrudgingly. With passive-aggression with more fervor than all of the crusades. They are experimenting with brewing beer and cider. They are also studying seminary. They never sleep. You try to explain to friends of friends that your roommate is going to be in the ministry, but they never believe you, because they’ve only ever seen your roommate black-out wasted. “Before I was a Christian,” your roommate says drunkenly “I would have considered myself bisexual”. Your eyes have never rolled so far back into your head. You really wish you could light a joint about now.
ESTJ: Late night chats about the economy have never been so interesting, but really, they are not interesting enough. Why in the fuck are you living with a business major? You down another beer and go to bed with a nauseous feeling in your stomach.
INTJ: You constantly wonder to yourself if the moderately clean kitchen is worth your roommate’s “quirks”. They haven’t really done anything, but you’re afraid of them. You’re too afraid to tell them that they are listening to their audiobooks of The Foundation Trilogy too loud, and you’re too afraid to tell them that you don’t like how they’ve replaced all of the regular lightbulbs with red ones. Your sense of reality starts to disintegrate. Is that blood in the fridge? Are those dildos? Their is a stack of papers on the coffee table which, as far as you know, are comprised entirely with the digits of pi.
ESFJ: You still can’t get over the fact that your roommate has a sex schedule. And more importantly, no concept of respectful noise levels while they do it.
INFJ: You finally found that roommate that will just share quiet, peaceful company with you. You play Okami, and they work on their novel. You write your essays, and they put on Star Wars. No words, just good vibes. However, things have started to get weird since their SO broke up with them. They adopted a dog without your permission, and they’re taking it back to the shelter tomorrow because a two bedroom apartment isn’t big enough for a greyhound. They keep asking you to cuddle them, and you are running out of polite ways to say “fuck off”.
“Joonie?” I say completely confused, what was he even doing here?
“Oh uh hi baby sis, you’re up?”
“Well yeah you were crashing and banging, I’m pretty sure it could have woken up the entire building.” I say quite frankly. “What are you doing here?” I wasn’t completely mad that he was standing in my kitchen, hammering at my counter top. But at the same time I feel sort of resentful.
“I was waiting for you outside of your door -”
“Yeah I saw you, but what are you doing in here?”
“You fainted, I had to bring you inside.” He explained.
“But why do you care?” I was bitter and I knew that but I couldn’t help myself, because what they said, tore me up inside.
“Come on small, don’t be like that.” Small, he used to call me that all the time.
“Don’t be like what? How else do you want me to act? What more do you want to control?” I started to raise my voice. It was always ‘don’t do this’ ‘don’t do that’.
“I know it was wrong of me and I’m sorry, can’t you just accept my apology and move on?” He was raising his voice at me now too. A few years ago, he would cherish me, made sure nobody hurt me and would never raise his voice at me. But now all he has done is hurt me.
“How am I supposed to just accept your apology and move on oppa? When you’ve always been someone that I looked up to, you were always the one who taught me well, but you neglected me. You used to protect me, but now? You’re the one who hurt me the most.” I was on the verge of tears, it’s been so long that it’s just the two of us talking, just brother and sister time. When I used to have nightmares as a kid, Namjoon would be the one to read me a story whilst crouching by the side of my bed and made sure I fell asleep okay. But right now, he was my biggest nightmare. “You used to care about me so much, what happened?” My voice lowered and tears fell, quickly wiping them away I looked up at him.”You used to be my saviour oppa, but now it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
“I still love and care about you Y/N, why are you being so difficult? I’m trying to make amends but you’re acting so childish!” He raised his voice and I couldn’t help but flinch. I can’t lie and say that it didn’t scare me when he was like this, because he was rarely ever like this. My head was spinning and I felt like complete shit, but what does that matter right?
“I’m being childish? My older brother and his best friends, including my very own best friend, spoke badly of me behind my back. The same older brother who just 4 years ago would not let anyone say a single bad thing about me, not even mum and dad. You’d always hide me behind your back when I was in trouble. You’d tell the kids who were mean to me off. You did so much for me back then. Maybe I’m just expecting too much, maybe I grew up relying on you too much. Or maybe you just don’t love your lil small anymore, because I’m useless and only ever cause you trouble.” I was trying so hard to remain calm, so hard to not allow my tears to fall but it was working. They just kept falling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m a pain in the ass to you. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I’m not the same small you used to love and care about.” I swallowed back my flowing tears and smiled slightly up towards him. “I won’t cause you anymore trouble, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll stay away so you don’t have to see me anymore. I’m sorry for being dramatic. I really am. So, oppa. Could you please leave?”
“This is a little too much don’t you think? Over something so little?” I chuckled, is that really what he thought?
“It may have been little to you because you don’t look up and respect me like I do, you. Ever since I could walk and talk, I’ve learned so much from you, you were that older brother to me that became my shield. The older brother that I had endless respect for. So to me it’s like my whole world was crashing down on me. You had know idea that the last four years have been hell, you wouldn’t know because you never really asked how I was. But I get that, you’re busy. I understood. But when I needed you the most and told you some things, you don’t even remember and you always pushed me aside telling me that you’d ‘message me later’ because you’re occupied doing something. But no matter how long I waited for my older brother to get back to me, he never did. I was always the one starting up a conversation. Because I missed my big bro, but he didn’t miss me. I felt as though I was just a complete burden so I stopped. Life got harder, but it’s okay now. I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” I smiled one last time at him. “Because I don’t need you anymore.”
Another tale about Steve's honorary mob membership, please? That was so good.
I have two asks like this
so this one is going to be a flashback and the other will address what was
asked specifically. I’m so glad everyone
liked that fill so much!
Steve really liked puzzles: crosswords and riddles and math. He was good at
them. He was good at cyphers, too. One of the doormen at the dancehall would
hand him a slip of paper each week when he and Bucky went dancing; their orders
for the week.
Mostly, it was arranging
pick ups and drop offs, a speakeasy placing an order and Steve communicating
with the supplier to arrange delivery through Bucky, or taking empties back to
the supplier for reuse. They got a whole
ten percent of anything they moved.
Last month, they’d managed
to pay rent and for all of Steve’s medicine with what they earned.
Mostly, it was pick ups
and drop offs. Sometimes, it was
collections. This time, the note was for
three collections: two speakeasies and one private purchaser.
Steve groaned. It was likely the private purchaser would
cost them what they’d managed to save in the past couple of months on hospital
bills for Bucky. Private parties were
never reasonable. Speakeasies usually just forgot and were happy to pay for the trouble of providing some of the only liquor around. Private parties were just entitled and angry.
“What’ve we got?” Bucky swaggered slow and loose beside Steve
on their walk home from the dancehall.
“Three house calls. Two clean, one messy.”
Bucky tsked. “Didn’t realize it was that late in the
month.” He smoothed a hand over his jaw;
the last private collection had cracked one of his teeth and they’d only just
gotten it fixed. “We really gotta
renegotiate our take on house calls, pal.”
Steve nodded. “Next month.
We’ll have pulled the biggest numbers for six months straight by then
and we’ll have something to bargain with.”
Bucky hummed. “Just don’t make the deal without me there,
ok? I’m your heavy, not theirs.”
Steve grinned, and tucked
the week’s work into his pocket. “Yeah,
I’m really pissed off about the way Harry’s been treated since he’s been in NY. To our knowledge these are the worst fan interactions he’s had in a while, and they’re happening several times in a row now?? How little respect does someone have to have for Harry in order to think it’s okay to huddle around his car, keep him from rolling up his window, and demand a photo? I don’t care how many $12 albums you’ve bought over the years… you could have single-handedly purchased enough merchandise to set him up for the rest of his natural born life, and he STILL would owe you nothing except the same human decency you owe him. Being a fan doesn’t mean you effectively own him, or any celebrity. If Harry is in a hurry, not feeling well, busy, or even if he just doesn’t fucking feel like it, he can decide he doesn’t want to take a picture with you. Harry has never once been rude to fans or done anything except go out of his way when he can to make sure everyone has a great experience. Look how far he’s gone for these people - these people who harassed him and treated him like some sort of caged animal at a zoo.
Harry. Does. Not. Deserve. This. Treat him with respect or leave him the hell alone.
Nobody has to agree with me on this since I understand everyone has their own opinion and such, but assuming that all Western artists have ulterior motives when it comes to their interactions with BTS at/after the BBMAs is kind of … unnecessary?
Sure, I get that is how the industry works and making connections is the way to gain a bigger audience worldwide. But literally claiming every snapchat or collaboration or mention of BTS by another Western artist as the artist being obsequious in order to weasel their way into Eastern culture and reach a wider following makes it come across that you only think BTS are worth the interactions for their money and status. Remember that these Western artists are musicians too, and so, of course, they are going to pay their respects and perhaps try to learn more about BTS, the first Korean pop group in history to make it as nominees, nonetheless win an award on the Billboard Music Awards. That does not mean that they are prying for an opportunity to take advantage of the boys’ fame for their own sake.
Let BTS have their moment. Let them be respected by the artists that we all know they respect without having to assume every little detail. They deserve this time to shine and make an even greater name for themselves in the Western world!
[There are times when Alan need to do are just a little too awkward or dangerous to do with the stilts. So in order to have his eye line at the right place, there’s a backpack that’s been rigged with a couple little poles and a cut-out photo of K2’s head.] If there’s ever a time where I have to put that thing on .. “Oh, God, no. Here it comes.” It’s so awful. And then this telescoping head that comes out of the top. And it’s true, it’s just a piece of poster board with a really rudimentary K2 face. Diego said, “Alan .. it’s amazing. How little respect you have on this set right now.”
so here's a scenario for you- the sole survivor is one of the best people the companions have met. however, they seem to be the only one that thinks that - as anyone who meets the sole survivor is rude, overly mad, and even blames them for things that aren't the sole's fault - even other companions (other than the ones in the react). can we get a companions react to one more person being rude to the sole - and the companion's had enough of people being rude?
Cait: She snaps. She whirls around, catches the offender by the lapels of their coat, and shoves them up against the nearest wall. “Alright, listen up, you fuckwit son of a bitch.” Her fists grip tighter, and her knuckles turn white. She goes nose to nose with her prey. “Sole is one of the best people you’ll ever have the fuckin’ luxury to know. And if I hear you say shit about them one more time, I’ll beat yer ass so hard you won’t shit right for a week.”
Codsworth: “Mx. Sole, I’ve had enough!” he blurts. He flinches when all eyes turn on him, but pushes on. “You’ve done nothing but kind things for these people, and sacrificed so much to be here. I can’t- I can’t stand seeing them be so rude to you! And I-I know it doesn’t mean much, from me, I know no one listens to me, but.” He turns and addresses the crowd. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves!”
Curie: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she exclaims, rounding on the person. She wags a scolding finger at them, looking like an indignant schoolteacher. “Sole has been nothing but good and kind to me, and everyone else we’ve met! The only reason any of you have been unkind is because of small-minded fears and prejudices. Well, no more. Sole deserves all the respect and kindness in the world.”
Danse: “I suggest you keep your mouth shut, civilian.” Danse rises to his full height, looking very imposing in his power armor and fierce glare. “Maybe you are incapable of respecting good people when you see them, but this person is better and more capable than you’ll ever be. Perhaps you should learn when to pick your battles, instead of insulting people with more honor in their little finger than you have in your entire body.”
Deacon: “Let he who has committed no sin cast the first stone, am I right?” he snaps back. He glances at Sole. “That’s the line, right?” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes on. “Maybe you should stay out of other people’s business, ‘kay? You don’t want me insulting you just because you haven’t brushed your teeth for three weeks and smell like you hit your kids, or something. Just, like, have a little respect. We don’t all need to be assholes.”
Dogmeat: He growls at them, even snapping his jaws if he finds them particularly repulsive. He won’t do anything unless Sole commands it, but he makes sure to glare at and snarl at the insulting person whenever they’re around.
Hancock: His eyes narrow, black depths glimmering. He steps forward, between the jerk and Sole, somehow looming over them regardless of any difference in height. “I think you were talking to the wrong person,” Hancock says, brandishing a knife, shining in the light. “’Cause I’m a real bastard. I own that. But Sole? Nah. They’ve never done anything to you, and never will.” He points his knife towards the curve of their neck. “Me, though…”
Nick Valentine: “Don’t do this.” Suddenly he’s all sharp and angry, losing his temper in the blink of an eye. “You remember how you treated me, years ago, when I was a newbie to this town and your kind loathed me?” He jerks a thumb to his chest. “How’d that work out for you? Maybe you should think before you speak.” He’s almost like a disappointed father, berating and shaming the jerk into mumbling an apology.
MacCready: “Well, you- you suck!” he shouts, glowering at them over his shoulder. It sounds way lamer than he imagined it in his head, though, and the jerk laughs at him. So he marches forward, all short and thin and furious. “Yeah, laugh, go right ahead. You won’t be laughing when I- when I pop your head from a hundred miles away, asshole.” The use of profanity is lost on the stranger, but Sole gasps, and Mac feels a little proud.
Piper: “How dare you?” she snaps, jabbing a finger into their chest. “After everything Sole’s done for you? What? What are you saying about me, too. Are you saying I’m dumb for traveling with them? ‘Cause, hoo-boy, buddy, believe you me, I’m not as nice as Sole. I’ll- I’ll fight you. I will! Let’s just- let’s go out back. Right now. You and me. Mano-e-mano. Or, uh… Persono… e… woman-o. Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s do this.” Sole has to drag her away, still shouting.
Preston: He turns on the person, looking stern. “Have you ever fought for anything?” he demands. “Sole has given up so much to support the Commonwealth, and never gets a word of thanks for it. Before you judge them, before you blame them, maybe you should think about what we’re trying to accomplish, in the long run.” He gets up on his soapbox and gives a heartfelt speech. People are inspired. Old women cry. He kisses a baby afterwards.
Strong: He twitches. Before anyone can stop him, he’s got one meaty paw around the offender’s neck, giving it a pinch to see how the person squirms. Everyone rushes to stop him, but he looks to Sole, ignoring the other humans. “Strong break?” he asks, waiting for the order.
X6-88: He seems calm at first. “Should I kill them, Mx. Sole?” he asks, almost pleasant. Sole says no, of course, but that doesn’t stop him. He tracks them down, later, and is waiting in their house when they come home that day. He takes off his sunglasses, and somehow, that’s more terrifying than anything else. “You shouldn’t have spoken to Sole like that,” he says, and suddenly there’s a knife in his hand. “I’ll make sure you don’t make that mistake again.”
can non asian ppl in the gorillaz fandom stop fetishising noodle and leave her tf alone cause like uhh i get that it may seem cute to throw in japanese text ect but like at least get it right? have a little respect. don’t just google a phrase and throw it in there to make it seem cute and edgy and cool? stop drawing her as a caricature stop making fun or imitating her accent stop ??? fetishising her ?????? this literally goes for every fandom? every non white character?
FuckYeahAsexual is hosting a submission-based asexual Valentine’s event!
One of the persistent worries and accusations of the ace experience is the claim that the dating world is antagonistic, and that aces have very little chance in finding a respectable partner. Although we may know it be untrue, sometimes it can be hard to believe that we have just as much of a chance as anybody else to be in a long-lasting relationship.
So we’re calling all aces/aros who are in a relationship! Please send us your stories and your photos of you, and your partner(s)! Lets reach out to all those who’re scared and stressed about their future.