how does she mean it

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Everytime i see a picture of that stupid bitch minty i feel like she gets uglier and less human like. Does she not see how bad she looks i mean shes so stupid looking it actually pisses me off

she seriously looks like she… like made a latex human mask and wears it to blend in


How to get the girl: Stare at her until she marries you - A Guide by Lena Luthor

“My father is a simple laborer and my mother has the brain of a twelve year old child. She has a development problem. I was never able to ask her questions when I was growing up, like: ‘How does this work?’ or ‘What does this mean?’ She was the one asking me all the questions. She never said much to me beyond ‘Hello.’ For the longest time I thought it was normal. But when I started to visit the houses of my friends, I noticed that their mothers were hugging them, and cooking them food, and talking to them. But I had no one to take care of me. I started going to nightclubs at the age of twelve. I had no supervision. I never went to college. I still live at home now. I work seventy hours a week and I don’t have a family of my own. If I left the house, it would be a disaster. Neither of my parents can read or write. I do everything for them. I feel like there are no doors open for me, but often I hear people say: ‘No matter what, you can accomplish your dreams.’ So I do feel guilty for not achieving more.”

(Cordoba, Argentina)

One neat thing I noticed while rewatching is that some of the paladins’ introductions in episode 1 coincide with their elements! Like:

The Yellow Lion’s element is Earth, and the first thing Hunk ever does onscreen is complain about being in the air and then work with metal. The fear of heights / motion sickness makes sense considering his affinity is with the ground, as does his talent for mechanics.

The first time we see Pidge, she’s working a communications unit. The Green Lion’s thing is Forests, and a big aspect of that is the idea of roots and connection with other living things (”we are all made up of the same cosmic dust”) and the first thing she does on screen is literally connect with others.

Red’s element is fire, and Keith’s introduction is literally him blowing something up and then punching some guys. Which. Speaks for itself honestly.

Weirdly, Shiro and Lance don’t seem to follow this trend. The first thing we see Shiro do is help Matt extract ice from Kerberos, and the first thing we see Lance do is fly the simulator, and neither introduction seems to be related to their given elements of air and water/ice respectively– in fact I’d say they seem swapped. I dunno if that means something, and maybe this observation is meaningless lmao, but it seems to hold up with the other three, which is interesting.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: How does Violet Baudelaire put her hair up with a ribbon so perfectly? She just whips it out and it takes two seconds and her hair looks impeccable, is this some sort of witchcraft? When I try to put my hair up with a ribbon it takes 5 hours of crying and accidentally pulling out some of my hair and even then it looks like a complete mess how does she do it????
Power Rangers rant

Ok, listen up:

Everyone (I mean that like one would mean the universal “we”) talks about how they want diversity and great representation in film and other media; and YET Y’ALL ARE SLEEPING ON POWER RANGERS!!!!!

As stated HERE ya’ll are all talk; there is finally a movie with great diversity and you won’t go see it. We get representation and ya’ll would rather go see the live action of a movie we have all probably watched more times than we can count when we were younger that had the same exact plot and its LGBTQ representation was a man whose name translates into “The Fool” and a primarily white cast.

Before I move on I would like to make a point about how hurtful it can be when a canonically bi-racial character is whitewashed.


Kimberly is half white half Indian just as Naomi Scott is and I am very glad that they stuck to that when it came to casting Kimberly’s parents.

Now, when you white wash a bi-racial character you are erasing a part of their identity. As a bi-racial person myself it always saddens me when I see whitewashing of a bi-racial character and I can only imagine how that actor/actress feels when they encounter their character being whitewashed. By whitewashing a bi-racial character you are telling that actor/actress that you are only accepting them for half of them and not all of them.

When you whitewash bi-racial characters you take this whole rounded character and break them in half, erasing what makes them, them. So just imagine how hurt and sad Naomi Scott must feel when her Indian heritage is erased.

And that is why I love it when I see bi-racial actor/actress’ play characters who are portrayed as bi-racial. 

Power Rangers is a movie that is trying to give a whole new story than the one we all know. It gave us the nostalgia of our childhoods while also giving us a new story for a new generation. It gives us an autistic superhero who wasn’t cured of his autism once he became a superhero showing everyone just like him that autism isn’t something that limits them or tells them they can’t be a hero. (I’m no expert on autism and I’m not going to pretend I am) 

Power Rangers gave us LGBTQ representation in the form of a Latina POC who I know many of us can relate too. There are many LGBTQ people out there who don’t feel as if they relate to their family or feel as if they can open up to them due to pressure or fear that they won’t be accepted.


Now let me tell you what this movie flopping tells the film industry:

Power Rangers flopping tells those big media companies that no wants to see a movie with a diverse cast, it shows them that no one cares about LGBTQ representation in media, it tells them that an autistic superhero is unrealistic, it tells them that NONE of that matters; that WE (Again using this universally) do not matter, it shows that NO ONE CARES, and I think that is very sad.

So don’t just talk; DO.

Don’t rant and rave about how you want diversity and representation in film and then not support that film/content when it comes out.

The saying is “Actions speak louder than words.” 

So go out there and support this film, watch it while it is still available in theaters, (even if it is just the matinee prices), buy this film when it comes out on blu-ray and DVD, buy the merch, SHOW THOSE BIG MEDIA COMPANIES THAT WE MATTER AND CARE!!



Supergirl Season 1 Appreciation Week

day 1 - april 17th : the moment you knew you loved the show

→ 1x01 - Pilot

When Kara tells Winn what that S on her chest means

replaying BBS0.2 and I’m just now realizing that when it zooms in on Ven during the trio scene, his eyes. actually. move. a couple times. it’s super subtle and I probably only noticed this time because I was sitting right in front of my tv BUT???

I thought it was strange enough that his eyes were open in the first place if the illusion was just representing his physical self as Aqua remembered him last (like Terra) bECAUSE HIS EYES HAVE NOT OPENED SINCE HE WENT TO SLEEP




she means it, she does [1/1]

emma just wanted to quietly enjoy tequila and loneliness on valentine’s day. killian just wanted a beer and some solitude. they most definitely didn’t want to see each other.

a (very) belated exes on valentine’s day fic with a splash of national margarita day.

cs modern au / ~3,500 words / rated T / Now on AO3

February 14th

It’s really a little sickening all things considered. The chubby babies with wings and the hearts made out of lace and the flowers. The flowers that make her eyes water and her nose tickle from the pungent smell. And don’t even get her started on the cheesy cards and overpriced candy and the feelings. There’s a reason they also call it Single’s Awareness Day.

There’s no room for love when you’re drinking your second strawberry margarita a little after noon on a Tuesday.

Jesse’s Bar and Grill is just grubby enough to warrant such a promotion on a holiday - buy one tequila fueled mistake, get one free. So Emma calls in sick - she would undoubtedly be sick by the end of the day, so that wasn’t technically a lie - and ditches the paperwork for a more enjoyable companion.

She’s playing with the condensation dripping down the side of her mug, contemplating whether or not to get a basket of onion rings, when a moment of inconsequential chance changes everything.

A man walks into the bar.

Or more specifically, her ex-boyfriend walks into the bar.

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normally, i’d be at home, bending jocelyn’s ear, but… she’s away in london for ages - a big trial.


- first of all, jocelyn is still alive, phew



- maggie says it so nonchalantly to paul that i’m assuming their relationship is common knowledge in the town

- jocelyn didn’t give up after losing the trial last series, she got back on the horse and is getting gigs in LONDON again. BIG gigs. you go, girl!!

- also, gathering from the fact that she’s working in london, her macular degeneration is not too bad yet??

- ‘normally’. so maggie totally goes home and rants to jocelyn about stuff, amazing

- maggie sitting on a bench in the churchyard instead of going home to an empty house

the FEELS have returned and i have welcomed them with open arms

Can someone tell me, how this lovely lady here, can be so fucking hot?

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okay listen. everyday, trying-to-fit-in kara kills me. the glasses, the flats, the argyle sweaters, it kills me. she is the embodiment of “too pure, too good” and it is really too much for me to handle. it’s all to try and blend in and seem insignificant, but guess what?? kara could be wearing camouflage and she would still stand out bc who smiles that much? whose eyes light up like that when they see potstickers for christ’s sake?? kara is so observant that she probably knows the birthdays of all the employees in the office at catco and gets them a card or a donut or something, and she notices because she cares so much about everyone. like she wants to make sure no one feels left out or forgotten and loves to make people feel special. she tries so hard to blend in but she’s too kind, too thoughtful, too bright to ever be anything but remarkable. and that has nothing to do with supergirl, that’s just kara being kara.

“open your hand”, she says.

“hmm?” he looks up at her from the book he’s reading from across the dining table, his face scrunching up at the peaceful silence between them suddenly breaking.

“open your hand,” she repeats, “and close your eyes whilst you’re at it.”



and she’s looking at him, pointedly, in the way only she can. her face is half mirth, her lips turned upwards into a small smile, but her eyebrows are arching sharply at him, and isak told even once, before, about this look that sana gets. “you just do as she says when she gives you that look. don’t fuck with her.” isak had said.

so even doesn’t. he simply closes the book and places it on the table, looking at sana across from him, studiously. he’s trying to decipher. trying to read her. even’s good at reading people, or so he’s been told often. but sana? she remains a mystery, an enigma. you don’t quite know what to get with her

“do you not trust me?” she says, and now she’s smirking. and … see? this is what even means. how does she just … know

but that’s besides the point. “of course, i trust you,” even says, and he’s not lying. he trusts sana. he trusts her in a way that says i feel at peace around you. which is to say, i feel good around you. which is to say, i feel my best around you.

“open your hand, then. and close your eyes.”

and so he does. he stretches out his hand, and shuts his eyes. he trusts sana. he trusts her enough to know she won’t ever hurt him, or harm him. but that doesn’t stop the little niggling feeling that’s growing in his chest about what she’s going to do next. 

he suddenly feels something … cold, in his hands. not ice cold, but, cold. and his instant reflex is to rub his thumb over the - oh, object - that fits snug within the palm of his hands. 

the thing feels smooth, so even guesses it must have a glossy finish, a shine, a gleam to it. and its attached onto something. and there’s several of them, one by one, one after the other. marbles?

“any idea what it is?” he hears sana ask him, but her voice isn’t filled with mischief anymore. it’d oddly quiet, mystified, low … almost like she’s watching him so, so carefully. 

even gives the object? marbles? another inspection. marbles … why would sana give him marbles? but then he realises that these marbles are attached onto a long piece of string, no, wool, and he wraps the marbles attached onto the wool around his hand, and uses his thumb to flick each marble past him, one by one - 

and -

even gasps. he gasps because he knows. he knows what this is. 

“can i open my eyes?” 


and he looks at sana, and she’s looking at him with so much, pride. that’s what it is. pride. because he knows, that she knows, that he knows what it is. 

it’s an emerald green against his skin, the beads. the prayer beads. and they gleam, and reflect the light that bounces off them. they shine. and even closes his hands around them, clutches onto them. 

“we can learn the words later, if you like. there’s no rush. not this time.” sana says, and even’s looking back up at her again, with a sparkle in his eyes. a renewed hope. 

and again, sana just, knows. he didn’t even need to voice his thoughts out loud, since sana was here now, and had already silenced them. 

Jack Zimmermann probably texts the way moms text, holding the phone in one hand and pressing the keys with one finger. And if he gets a text while walking he has to stand still to reply - stopping in the middle of the street sometimes


anonymous asked:

Do we learn any more about Lucien's lover other than her name? How does she come up, I mean who is he telling about her?

Feyre sneaks into Lucien mind while Lucien sees Elain for the first time after what happened in Hybern. 

She was nothing like Jesminda. Jesminda had been laughter and mischief, too wild and free to be contained by the country life that she’d been born into. She had teased him, taunted him - seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn’t wanted anything but her. She’d seen him not as a High Lord’s seventh son, but as a male. Had loved him without hesitation. She had chosen him. ‘

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When I look at her, it’s like everything stops around me. Like for a brief moment everything it still and silent. And all I see is her. All I hear is her… She does something to me. I mean how can somebody be that beautiful? And no it’s not what you’re thinking. I am not merely talking about the way she looks, but I am talking about every aspect of her. She is the embodiment of beauty. The way she talks, the way she moves, how can anyone be that perfect? It’s like my soul craves to spend every moment with her, because every moment with her, is a moment never wasted. I am still scared tho. I’m afraid of falling. Even though I’ve barley known her, I’m afraid of losing her already. How would I ever live with myself if I ever lost a person like that? Everyday with her tho, is a new experience and adventure. She makes life not just about surviving, but she makes me actually enjoy living. All I wanna do is know more about her. All I want is her.