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Honestly I’m really curious about what the general opinon of the ALF is with junkers

Are they hated, idolised, forgotten?

Do people even know the ALF were responsible for the explosion? Or do they think it was a final attempt by the onmics to wipe them out?

How many of the members are left? Did they start the Junker society? Roadhog seems like he did pretty well there, maybe being part of the ALF got him some respect, or maybe he never told anyone who he was before.

@ blizzard give me world building

anonymous asked:

It kills me that there are so many people who eat up all of the tabloid garbage about the band hating each other, because I just know they'll see Harry's answer about how the band is the best and most important thing that ever happened to him, but won't even have a glimmer of a hint of a question about what's been publicly presented. Like you just know they won't have even that tiny spark of curiosity that things might not be as they appear (and if they do, they'll stamp it right down).

Which is sad, yes.

Hoping for more freedom and autonomy for all of them.

Bad Creepypasta OCs?

I started working on a drawing with most of my and @askmadbot creepypasta OCs in one drawing, since there are about 30 of them they all don’t fit in one drawing. I was colouring Rei, when I suddenly started thinking about the fact that Rei has no face that can be seen, her face is under the skin, you can see that there is a face under the skin if you take away all her hair and I started thinking about how many people hate on others characters for having things in common with more famous characters.

It makes me angry when I see people hating on characters like Rei for “imitating Slenderman” on characters like Alex, Lizzy and Sebastian for “being a doll” for characters like William to be “too simple” and for “being demons” and always trying to find something in every single OC to hate on! “Your OC has pink hair, it’s a bad OC” “your OC has blue skin, its a bad OC” “your OC has too normal clothes, its a bad OC” “your OCs clothes need to be more normal, its a bad OC” “Your OC has curves, it’s a bad OC” it doesn’t work that way!

There are about 100 “famous” creepypasta characters, and they’re ALL OCS! Creepypastas aren’t even characters, it’s stories! And most stories does have characters in it, a story with no characters would be very boring and not much to read about right? It would be very hard to write a good story with no characters! Every character has a creator, every character started as an OC, just like mine and yours, the people who created the characters just worked very very hard to try to get others to like them! Laughing Jack is an OC, Jeff is an OC, Ticci Toby IS AN OC! It’s actually sad that I have to say that because lots of people in the creepypasta fandom doesn’t understand that! 
And with around 100 famous creepypasta characters, and 30 ocs of only me and my friend, and about 100 000 other OCs that has been created, it’s impossible to not make one have something in common with another. We have one with a button as an eye, we have one who’s a robot, we have one with 4 arms, we have one with sewn shut eyes, we have one who’s a psychopath, we have one who’s a wizard, we have one who can’t speak, we have one who’s blind, we even have a fairy! I have also been told most of these OCs doesn’t make sense, and OCs have to make sense, do they? Do you think Rake makes sense, do you think smile dog makes sense? Do you think slenderman, a supertall superskinny man with no face who’s pale white walking around in the forests makes sense? No, but we still love them! Just because Rei doesn’t have a face it doesn’t mean she’s a copy of Slenderman! 

does this look like a copy of Slenderman to you? Well not to me anyways!

Sure, if you find an OC who’s name is “Ben the laughing clockwork” and is an imaginary friend who killed his brother and started a fire in a forest and then cutt open his cheeks then fine, THAT’S A BAD OC! But you can’t compare characters like Rei to Slenderman just because her face isn’t seen! Or to other OCs like William simply because he’s a demon! The fact that William is a demon doesn’t mean that he’s a bad character! Every OC who doesn’t have a perfect father are’t copies of Clockwork or Toby! Every OC that ever was bulliesaren’t copies of Jeff! Every OC who are younger than 15 aren’t copies of Sally! 

THANK YOU! 

tbh i saw a post and i’m just sharing my personal opinion but, although that scene where stiles can’t even hold a gun is funny, i don’t believe the sheriff’s son wouldn’t have been taught how to hold and shoot one. yes, the writers have many times used stiles as the comic relief and used that scene to do so but i will always think he is a lot more badass and resourceful than people know. this is just my own personal opinion okay? pls don’t hate on me. i just feel like stiles would know how to handle a gun? maybe not like to and even have a trauma but knowing is different than liking.

Everytime I think about Taeyong I actually break down into tears. I don’t care what anyone says, to me he is the nicest boy in the world. Its actually unreal how he still gets hate for regretful things he has done as a kid. With his dancing and rapping, Taeyong is always trying to prove that he is more than his past. He has even apologized many times and cried because he does not want the rookies to be like him and make those bad choices he did when he was younger. But what does he get in return? People still hating and sending death threats. DEATH THREATS. Seriously… what is wrong with people. I don’t understand how people can be so mean to such a sweet, caring, and responsible guy like Taeyong. He’s my ub and I love him so much, seeing people disrespect him and hold his past mistakes againt him makes me very sad :(

glamour.com
How Learning to Cook Korean Food Helped Me Grieve (and Heal)
The winner of Glamour's 2016 essay contest shares a story of heartbreak and in-the-kitchen healing.
By Michelle Zauner

I’m so tired of white guys on TV telling me what to eat. I’m tired of Anthony Bourdain testing the waters of Korean cuisine to report back that, not only will our food not kill you, it actually tastes good. I don’t care how many times you’ve traveled to Thailand, I won’t listen to you—just like the white kids wouldn’t listen to me, the half-Korean girl, defending the red squid tentacles in my lunch box. The same kids who teased me relentlessly back then are the ones who now celebrate our cuisine as the Next Big Thing.

I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, in a small college town that was about 90 percent white. In my adolescence I hated being half Korean; I wanted people to stop asking, “Where are you really from?” I could barely speak the language and didn’t have any Asian friends. There was nothing about me that felt Korean—except when it came to food.

At home my mom always prepared a Korean dinner for herself and an American dinner for my dad. Despite the years he’d lived in Seoul, selling cars to the military and courting my mom at the Naija Hotel where she worked, my dad is still a white boy from Philadelphia.

So each night my mom prepared two meals. She’d steam broccoli and grill Dad’s salmon, while boiling jjigae and plating little side dishes known as banchan. When our rice cooker announced in its familiar robotic voice, “Your delicious white rice will be ready soon!” the three of us would sit down to a wondrous mash-up of East and West. I’d create true fusion one mouthful at a time, using chopsticks to eat strips of T-bone and codfish eggs drenched in sesame oil, all in one bite. I liked my baked potatoes with fermented chili paste, my dried cuttlefish with mayonnaise.

There’s a lot to love about Korean food, but what I love most is its extremes. If a dish is supposed to be served hot, it’s scalding. If it’s meant to be served fresh, it’s still moving. Stews are served in heavy stone pots that hold the heat; crack an egg on top, and it will poach before your eyes. Cold noodle soups are served in bowls made of actual ice.

By my late teens my craving for Korean staples started to eclipse my desire for American ones. My stomach ached for al tang and kalguksu. On long family vacations, with no Korean restaurant in sight, my mom and I passed up hotel buffets in favor of microwaveable rice and roasted seaweed in our hotel room.

And when I lost my mother to a very sudden, brief, and painful fight with cancer two years ago, Korean food was my comfort food. She was diagnosed in 2014. That May she’d gone to the doctor for a stomachache only to learn she had a rare squamous cell carcinoma, stage four, and that it had spread. Our family was blindsided.

I moved back to Oregon to help my mother through chemo­therapy; over the next four months, I watched her slowly disappear. The treatment took everything—her hair, her spirit, her appetite. It burned sores on her tongue. Our table, once beautiful and unique, became a battleground of protein powders and tasteless porridge. I crushed Vicodin into ice cream.

Dinnertime was a calculation of calories, an argument to get anything down. The intensity of Korean flavors and spices became too much for her to stomach. She couldn’t even eat kimchi.

I began to shrink along with my mom, becoming so consumed with her health that I had no desire to eat. Over the course of her illness, I lost 15 pounds. After two rounds of chemo, she decided to discontinue treatment, and she died two months later.

As I struggled to make sense of the loss, my memories often turned to food. When I came home from college, my mom used to make galbi ssam, Korean short rib with lettuce wraps. She’d have marinated the meat two days before I’d even gotten on the plane, and she’d buy my favorite radish kimchi a week ahead to make sure it was perfectly fermented.

Then there were the childhood summers when she brought me to Seoul. Jet-lagged and sleepless, we’d snack on homemade banchan in the blue dark of Grandma’s humid kitchen while my rela­tives slept. My mom would whisper, “This is how I know you’re a true Korean.”

But my mom never taught me how to make Korean food. When I would call to ask how much water to use for rice, she’d always say, “Fill until it reaches the back of your hand.” When I’d beg for her galbi recipe, she gave me a haphazard ingredient list and approximate measurements and told me to just keep tasting it until it “tastes like Mom’s.”

After my mom died, I was so haunted by the trauma of her illness I worried I’d never remember her as the woman she had been: stylish and headstrong, always speaking her mind. When she appeared in my dreams, she was always sick.

Then I started cooking. When I first searched for Korean recipes, I found few resources, and I wasn’t about to trust Bobby Flay’s Korean taco monstrosity or his clumsy kimchi slaw. Then, among videos of oriental chicken salads, I found the Korean YouTube personality Maangchi. There she was, peeling the skin off an Asian pear just like my mom: in one long strip, index finger steadied on the back of the knife. She cut galbi with my mom’s ambidextrous precision: positioning the chopsticks in her right hand while snipping bite-size pieces with her left. A Korean woman uses kitchen scissors the way a warrior brandishes a weapon.

I’d been looking for a recipe for jatjuk, a porridge made from pine nuts and soaked rice. It’s a dish for the sick or elderly, and it was the first food I craved when my feelings of shock and loss finally made way for hunger.

I followed Maangchi’s instructions carefully: soaking the rice, breaking off the tips of the pine nuts. Memories of my mother emerged as I worked—the way she stood in front of her little red cutting board, the funny intonations of her speech.

For many, Julia Child is the hero who brought boeuf bourguignon into the era of the TV dinner. She showed home cooks how to scale the culinary mountain. Maangchi did this for me after my mom died. My kitchen filled with jars containing cabbage, cucumbers, and radishes in various stages of fermentation. I could hear my mom’s voice: “Never fall in love with anyone who doesn’t like kimchi; they’ll always smell it coming out of your pores.”

I’ve spent over a year cooking with Maangchi. Sometimes I pause and rewind to get the steps exactly right. Other times I’ll let my hands and taste buds take over from memory. My dishes are never exactly like my mom’s, but that’s OK—they’re still a delicious tribute. The more I learn, the closer I feel to her.

One night not long ago, I had a dream: I was watching my mother as she stuffed giant heads of Napa cabbage into earthenware jars.

She looked healthy and beautiful.

Michelle Zauner is a writer and musician in Brooklyn.

Ask me things that most people don't usually ask

1. Do you consider yourself average?
2. Are aliens real?
3. What do you associate with the color green? Do you think of certain emotions or smells?
4. Have you ever lost somebody you love?
5. Who do you hate the most? Why?
6. Does anybody hate you?
7. How many followers do you have?
8. When was the last time you actually felt confident about yourself?
9. Describe yourself in one sentence.
10. When was the last time somebody told you they love you?
11. When was the last time you told somebody you love them?
12. Do you have any pets?
13. Have you changed personality wise since you were a kid? How so?
14. Where do you feel safest?
15. What’s your biggest fear?
16. Do you consider yourself to be healthy?
17. Have you ever had to see somebody for issues regarding your mental health?
18. Do you love yourself? Why or why not?
19. Do you like school? What elements of school do you like which ones do you not?
20. How did you get your URL?
21. Do you have any strange seemingly useless talents?
22. Do you understand yourself?
23. How much did you sleep last night?
24. Are you taking care of yourself?
25. What do you regret?

What People With BPD Wish Their Friends Understood
  • 1. “Even the slightest sign of rejection destroys my world. Things like not answering texts, not picking up the phone or canceling a date on short notice leaves me devastated, thinking my friend hates me and doesn’t want to be with me anymore. Fears of abandonment are hard to deal with.”
  • 2. “I’m crap at keeping in touch; I don’t mean to be. I love all the people in my life, I just don’t want my illness to affect them. I also carry shame from the times it has, making it hard to face people.”
  • 3. “I wish friends knew how sensitive I truly am. I feel so deeply in every emotion. Bear with me, and don’t walk away. BPD really shows you how many of your friends are true. Stay strong, fellow BPDers.”
  • 4. “I don’t mean to be annoying, but fear of abandonment and rejection makes me feel like I need constant validation.”
  • 5. “I keep absolutely everything to myself to avoid the embarrassment, rejection and the anxiety I go through trying to get out what’s inside.”
  • 6. “I always feel like a burden on my friends. Or like I’m just in the way. I’m scared I annoy everyone around me. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to show my friends how much I love and appreciate them.”
  • 7. “I don’t cope with cancelled plans very well, especially if they’re last minute. I feel as if they have found something better to do and don’t want to see me — even if that’s not the case.”
  • 8. “That person who comes out sometimes isn’t me. I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I’m stuck in this tiny corner of my mind, watching as I lash out at people, inwardly screaming to stop. Afterwards I’m so ashamed and embarrassed I feel like I don’t deserve to live. The people who stay with me despite Jekyll are my heroes. I couldn’t make it through this without you. I love you all, and thank you for not abandoning me.”
  • 9. “I wish other people could know the pain I feel inside. It feels like I’m internally bleeding the vast majority of the time, and if I don’t feel scarred and raw, I feel numb. Overall, I feel like a wandering, vacant hole who needs constant affirmation that I exist. Sometimes I struggle and wonder if I am real. I feel like a tremendous burden to everyone, especially my boyfriend and therapist. I feel constant shame about the way I behave, and my therapist usually gets the brunt of my “love-hate” cycles. Most of the time I can hide my symptoms from others, but they can spill out. Sometimes I want to disappear. I work in the world of mental health, and frankly, people with BPD are often treated like lepers. I’ve seen ‘difficult’ people labeled as ‘borderline’ if others can’t understand what’s going on. Even my therapist gets frustrated at me at times, and it makes me feel like I’m too much, like I’m damaged goods.”
  • 10. “No matter how great our friendship may be, no matter how much fun we have and laughs we share, if I’m having one of those days it doesn’t matter what you say or do:I just constantly think my friends hate me. I feel like I’m not as good as them. I feel they must not really like me because I don’t like myself, so how could they? No matter what I try, whether it’s trying positive thoughts like: ‘Would they be with me if they didn’t like me?’– it doesn’t matter. I will always feel I’m not good enough for anyone — friends or family.”
  • 11. “People with BPD have tremendous compassion and empathy. We can feel with people in a way others often can’t. We have a lot of strengths even though we feel fragile.”
  • 12. “If I had any friends, I’d ask them to understand my extreme emotional sensitivity. I’m sorry I can’t watch ‘Game of Thrones’ or ‘Walking Dead.’ The violence stays with me. I can actually feel the fear, the sadness, the horror the victim experiences.”
  • 13. “When I have an upswing, I forget myself and just go on impulse. Sometimes that means endless reposts on Facebook, to the annoyance of some. But it’s just my way of working things out in a less dangerous way than I could be.”
  • 14. “I put on a very hard confident shell every day, but it’s not real. Not in the slightest.”
  • 15. “When I flake out on plans all the time, it’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s that I’m afraid if I spend too much time with you, you will discover I’m as horrible as I think I am.”
  • 16. “My emotions are extreme, and I can’t control how I feel. I feel things so over the top, and it’s hard to come back to baseline. The abandonment feeling happens if it’s just an acquaintance, never mind if it’s someone I’m close too. And yes. I cry in response to my feelings. And no, I’m not acting childish. It’s just how I’m wired.”
  • 17. “It’s not the easiest thing to explain. And when I finally do find the words to explain it, their first reaction is self-diagnosing themselves with it or saying everyone has that.”
  • 18. “I don’t even understand BPD myself, so be patient with me.”
  • 19. “I don’t seek attention. And every single day I get up and force myself to keep going and function is a huge accomplishment.”
  • 20. “I am not a lost cause.”
  • 21. “It’s incredibly lonely to have a disorder that affects how you handle interpersonal relationships. We wear loneliness like a cloak, weighted down with insecurity and doubt. We love our friends and families. Even when we pull away, even when our emotions are out of control, even when fear keeps us from demonstrating or saying the words, we still love you. We are not perfect. No one is. But we are worthy of your trust and your love.”
angry short, mellow tall aus

these were requested by so many people omg,, time to deliver

  • you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs
  • you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired
  • i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high
  • “how did you two meet?” “they tripped over me. while i standing.”
  • man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you
  • man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost
  • whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me
  • you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love

- jo

  • *ships a ship platonically because she really likes the way the ship feels that way*<br/>
  • Shippers:OH YOU HATE THAT SHIP BECAUSE YOURE A HOMOPHOBE/YOU HATE THE CHARACTERS IN THE SHIP

no shade but the fact that zayn is gonna be undeniable successfully as a solo artist makes me so happy especially because he is referencing and is inspired by his roots. like imagine how important he is and how he represents so many muslims and poc like he’s part of the reason why i learned to stop hating myself and now he is so open with who he is and he’s gonna help so many people by being himself zayn malik is so important fight me

Sometimes the EXO hate really gets to me. It’s sad because people tend to talk so much shit about them without knowing of the difficult times they have been through. So many people jump on the EXO hate train because everyone else does and that, as a fan, frustrates me and makes me angry. I say this everytime: Instead of judging them based on what other people say, get to know them, don’t listen to others and have your OWN opinion of them. They are not just a group based on looks how everyone else think they are. These guys are so talented and so hard working. Their love for their fans is so genuine. You really need to watch how they interact with their fans, it’s seriously the cutest thing ever. They give their everything in each performance and I am glad I stan them. They lost three members, they get hate for no reason, and I am sure there were time when they felt like giving everything up, yet they’re still here, no matter what bullshit the haters throw at them, they always manage to stand up and I admire that. They showed me what happiness means and they showed me that I can do it despite what others say about me. So thank you EXO, for everything you’ve done for me, you’ve done for us.

BPD quote of the day

“I mean… what is it like to be able to walk physically away from someone for 10 seconds and still know they care about you? That they haven’t found a reason to hate you passionately in those 10 seconds?”

One of the biggest problems with religion is that people stubbornly, insistently reduce God to their own size; they imagine that God loves the same people they love, and that God hates the people they hate. This is not just insidious theology; it’s actually idolatry, because people are just worshiping a blown up version of themselves. So let me say it simply: God’s love transcends all of that.


When your parents reject you, God loves you; when your friends or classmates make fun of you, God loves you; when your priest, minister, imam, or rabbi tells you that you are an abomination, God loves you; when politicians cater to people’s basest prejudices, God loves you. No matter how many times and in how many ways people make you feel less than human, God knows otherwise, and God loves you. When you feel frightened, or abandoned, or humiliated, I hope the unshakeable conviction that God loves you can help hold you and enable you to persevere.

Okay I talked a lot about Eren Jäger with my dad and I was curious how he sees Eren and what he know so I asked him to tell me everything he knows. I laughed so hard I made a list.


• emotional, German, gay teenager

• traumatized by watching a giant cannibal eating his mother and his father made him a giant

• his sister is into incest

• in a romantic relationship with his boss

• his boyfriend aka boss kicked him in front of many people because he was sassy

• he hates his horse, Jean

• a giant, naked women tried to kidnap him, but his boyfriend saved him

• his sister tried to kiss him once but he decided to clean


Thanks Dad.

[Requested] 160616 Chanyeol Instagram Comment Translation

Because many people said they wanted to hear it I worked hard to sing and post it but I don’t understand people who keep saying “lovestagram", how much did we interact that you can’t think anything more than that. If you hate to see me living while working hard and doing what I love then just don’t enter my instagram, unfollow me and work hard on what you have to do. While we are on this, about following Taeyeon noona, I heard that I appeared in her vid so I looked at the post and when I wanted to hear the sound (tn: in order to hear the sound you have to tap the volume button on the video in order to unmute) I ended up liking the post by mistake. But it seemed weird If I only liked the post so I followed her as well. Then you guys ranted about it so I unfollowed her. As for why I deleted the question mark it was because It looked like my instagram became dirty so I deleted it. We didn’t go to the Seoul Jazz Festival together, we just met there. I deleted “the melody for you" because I didn’t like it after uploading it and I was planning to record it later and upload it again. I don’t have a secret instagram account. Don’t say nonsense in order to confuse my fans I hope that you just work hard doing what you have to do. I will support that. Don’t enter my instagram. Because whether or not SNS is wasting my life or whatever I am enjoying it in my way and communicating happily with people.