。.✦ ☾ Ginny Gardner Gif Pack

Below you’ll find a download link to 374 gifs and gif icons of Ginny Gardner in the majority of her projects out of Marvel’s Runaways. ALL of these gifs have been made by me ( @dazzieridley ) and I’d appreciate it if you DID NOT post them as your own, put in gif hunts or make them into gif icons for public use, I will message you asking you to take them down if I do find them re-released. I hope you appreciate them, a lot of time and effort went into them, and if you do use them give this a like or reblog!!

If you’re looking for gifs of Ginny in Runaways, I suggest checking out @oliviaholt’s gif pack, here.

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Hey, Mutuals

So, I’ve thought about this off and on for a while now. I’ve never asked people to tag anything specific for me before because honestly not a whole lot bothers me to extents that I cant just scroll past and move on, but this has been becoming more and more upsetting to me lately.

I talk a lot about kink and kink content on here so it should not be surprising that I dont just write kinky characters; I am a kinky person. I identify as a submissive, and that is incredibly important to my sexual identity, perhaps even moreso than being Demi or Pan.

So it’s becoming increasingly upsetting to see banners like this:

on posts on my dash (usually its on soothing asmr, stim or pastel aesthetic posts). I may not be 100% a kink blog, but I am a kinky person, and the underlying implication that A) kinky people corrupt and sexualize everything they touch, B) kinky people are not allowed to participate in anything other than kink, and that C) the OP of the post hates kinky people, are incredibly upsetting to me as a kinky person myself. It doesnt help that kink is often lumped in on these banners with TERFs and other terrible people.

Now look, a lot of these posts aside from that are perfectly lovely aesthetics and I can totally understand the desire to reblog them. But can you do me a favour and maybe TAG them something like “do not interact with” or something so that I can blacklist them and not have to be reminded on my own dash how many people around here hate me and want nothing to do with me because Im kinky. That would be much appreciated.

anonymous asked:

That's a joke, right? It's literally a scene from Harry Potter. They literally used a picture of Voldemort.

yah, but it’s not cool to poke fun at abortion like that. It’s real, it’s murder, and it’s stupid to call it pro-choice, because, unless it’s rape, which is totally different,  you chose the second you decided to get snuggly with your boyfriend. That’s my opinion, and I don’t care how many people hate me for it.


What has Skoop been working on the past few days?

Well, for one, I’ve been working but two– I’m working on a little funsies animation project because WE ALL KNOW HOW Skoop likes to pile on too much stuff on her plate.

This is the audio preview I’ve designed. It probably won’t be the final cut, but I thought I’d tease a bit for now. It won’t be out until closer to Christmas.

Hmm! I wonder what is happening in this? I wonder who’s the person in the audio file? I wonder HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE GOING TO HATE ME HAHAHA

(Also, there are no jumpscares really. It’s just got spoooky musics ooooo~

People over the age of like… 17, who are still doing this “lol look how many people I can get to hate me” thing are some of the saddest creatures on the website. lol

I guess part of me will always be confused by Star Wars, as much as I love it.

The Jedi Order valued keeping themselves apart from all emotions, love and hate, sorrow and joy, all of them.

They kept people from everything that might cause an emotional response.

The Sith valued emotions, not just the dark ones, they loved, they hated, they felt sorrow and happiness.

So why did Obi-Wan Kenobi only win in the fight against Anakin when his grief at the betrayal broke through his years of training to control his emotions.

Was Obi-Wan Kenobi a Jedi or a Sith in that moment?

He loved Anakin and Padme, even though he’d hidden it well with his training. If he was as emotionally distant as a Jedi should be, Anakin would have simply been a threat to take down. Yet there was no guarantee that he could have taken Anakin down with that mindset, even with circumstances in his favour, without that anger.

Then we go to Darth Vader, also Anakin.

There’s always this belief that he returned to “Light Side” which most people believe was the side of the Jedi Order.

But did he really?

If you think about it, the side of the Jedi order is all about controlling ones emotions. But Darth Vader didn’t defeat the Emperor by controlling his emotions. His love for his son overpowered his hatred for the Jedi. Darth Vader never killed The Emperor for the Jedi Order, he killed him for Luke, for his child.

In that moment, was Darth Vader still a Sith or did he return to being a Jedi?

The force doesn’t have a Sith side and a Jedi side, it has a light side and a dark side.

Perhaps not all the Sith are on the dark side. Using The Force with emotional intentions, doesn’t automatically mean you intend to use it for evil.

Perhaps not all Jedi are on the light side, using the force without emotion, does not automatically mean you are using it for good.

anonymous asked:

You know what hurts? Knowing how many people out there would hate me and/or wish harm on me because I want to see Ben Solo redeemed. I'm so afraid of being hated, I can't openly discuss how I feel about him on my own blog. I don't feel safe and it hurts.

i’m sorry you feel that way. my advice would be to blog what you love to blog about, anyway. awhile back i had a reylo sideblog because i was still so nervous about taking reylo over to my main but ever since i said fuck it it’s honestly been so freeing. sure i lost some followers at first (several were longtime mutuals from my previous fandom too…that kind of hurt/sucked) but i’ve gained so many friends and followers since taking reylo to my main that i’m not even bothered. tumblr’s blocking feature is a godsend, too.

i hope you’re able to reach a point where you feel safe talking about ben solo on your blog. no one should be made to feel uncomfortable or scared about what they love ❤️

What the Signs ask Ouija

aries: could i set _____’s house on fire and get away with it??  

taurus: what is the point life?

gemini: how many people hate me? 

cancer: do you think im too emotional? 

leo: am i the fairest in all the school?? 

virgo: why do people not like me? WAIT I KNOW IS IT… *keeps listing unrealistic suggestions* 

libra: who will be my next love be?? 

scorpio: what bitch will i fuck next 

sagittarius: could i grow wings to fly out of this damn place 

capricorn: will i ever find someone who understands my desire for organization?? 

aquarius: are aliens real? have i ever been abducted? are they green? 

pisces: are there genies who will make my wishes come true?

rosemary asked me how many people hate follow me and like, I never really think about it usually but now I am and honestly, if anyone is hate following me I love to imagine them putting up with all my shitposting and shipping just for the chance to see me occasionally reblog something vaguely forward-thinking lmfao. is it worth it? is the constant barrage of cartoon characters gay kissing and garfield jokes worth it to be on the ground floor of me reblogging stuff like “drawing porn of teen girls is creepy”. is that a coveted position. honestly I don’t know why anyone follows me at all let alone hate following

You Comfort Him

I thought this preference seemed fitting with all that has been going on for us and the boys. Stay strong, loves. Xoxo


You had just come home from the store, putting away all your groceries for the week. You hummed to yourself in the midst of the silence when you heard the door shut. You smiled and leant on the counter, just waiting for him to come into view.

Harry sauntered into the kitchen and sat down at the island. There were dark circles around his eyes. His body sagged with exhaustion. Overall, he looked tired.

“Hey, babe. How was your day?“

He sighed. “It could’ve been better.”

You watched while he fumbled with his fingers. He didn’t even look up at you since he came in. The melancholic expression plastered on his face told you that something was bothering him. And you planned to find out exactly what that was.

You swung around to the other side of the island. You wrapped your arms around his torso, laying your head upon his shoulder.

“Whatever it is…Harry, you can tell me.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, it’s something that is bothering you. And I’m interested in whatever that’s bothering you.”

Suddenly, he began to cry into the palm of his hands. He shook with each heartbreaking sob. I turned him in my arms, trying my best to console him.
“The band…everything is falling apart.”

I blinked back tears. Seeing him so upset made me upset too. I knew he had been stressed lately, but I never expected it would lead to me cradling him as he cried his heart out.

“You guys are going to work it out. I believe in you…all of you. No matter what you will still be the most important thing in some of your fan’s lives. You are going to get through this.”

He nodded in agreement. “You always know the right thing to say.”


“Can we go now?” Niall asked for the fiftieth time since you arrived at the mall.

He seemed to be annoyed and irritated. This little ‘façade’ has been going on since he woke up this morning. It didn’t concern you deeply before because you thought it was just another grumpy day. Now, it was beginning to make you curious as to what was on his mind.

“Niall, this is only the second store we’ve been to.”

“That’s only because you were in the first store for three hours. I want to go home, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I just want to go home.”

“What’s so important at home? You promised you would take me shopping.”

“That was before,” He complained, rolling his eyes.

“Before what?”

“Before I knew what people really thought of me. Before I found out how many people hate me.”

You put the clothes back onto the clothing rack, and you turned to face him. You were utterly baffled. No one around you heard the appalling revelation, but you chose to take Niall by his hand. You led him inside the dressing room.

“Sit,” You demanded.

He sat on the small bench with a sigh. You stood before him with your hands on your hips. The rage flowing through your veins was uncontrollable.

“What the hell are you rambling on about? Who hates you?”

“I was on Twitter earlier-“

“Niall, those people aren’t real fans. They’re trolls. Do you not know how many people love and adore you? I’m one of them. I love you so much it hurts sometimes and to hear you talk like that…it makes me upset. You don’t know how loved you are.”

“It doesn’t seem that way. Everywhere I look, there’s someone who doesn’t like my hair, my accent, or my voice. It sucks.”

You kneeled down in front of him. “I love all those things about you. Your family and friends love all those things about you. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because the important people love you the most.”

He smiled. “You’re right. I’m glad I have you by my side.”

“I’m happy to be right here. I never want you to feel insecure about other people’s opinions. They’re not worth it.”

“Okay. Thank you, princess.”


“Jesus, Nick Jonas is so hot!” You admitted, biting your lip as you watched the television screen.

Your best friend, Y/B/F/N, hummed in agreement. The two of you were watching the Kid’s Choice Awards together. It wasn’t often that you checked out other guys but when you did, you sure did mea every word you said.

“I’m right here, ya know.” Liam said.

“Yeah, so? Nick is still hot, and I’m still intrigued by what’s underneath his shirt. If you catch my drift…” You joked, laughing.

“Are you kidding, Y/N?”

“Not in the slightest. I mean, look at him. His abs are peeking through his shirt.”

You heard a door slam and saw that Liam was gone. You looked at Y/B/F/N, who just sat with her mouth agape. Your heart sunk at the thought of really hurting Liam’s feelings.

“I’ll be back.”

You got up from the couch. Then you went up the stairs to you and Liam’s shared bedroom. You entered the room to see Liam sulking on the bed.

“Liam, I’m sorry.”

“Go apologize to Nick Jonas. I’m sure you would like that.”
You chuckled. “Come on, Liam. I love you. Nick Jonas doesn’t even come close when compared to you. You ruined me for anyone else.”

“So, you think I’m hotter than Nick Jonas?” He asked, picking with the fluffy pillow.

“Yes, I do…way hotter.”

He smiled, and that was all you loved to see. Liam’s smile could cure cancer if that was possible. It never failed to make your day. All that you wanted was for him to be happy.


“Lou, I’m home!”

You hummed as you walked into the apartment. You took off your jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the table for your keys. The room was absolutely silent. You walked further into the living room to see Louis sitting in the dark. The lights and the television were off.


“It’s over.”

Your heart accelerated. You slowly approached him, holding back tears. “Louis, what are you talking about? I thought we were fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Nothing’s fine. The game is over, and Doncaster lost…badly.”

You felt this huge sense of relief. You almost wanted to burst out laughing, but you could see Louis was seriously upset over this.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Can you go back and make Donny score the last twenty points we needed?”
You locked your eyes on his. He sighed and kissed your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Just hold me?”

“Now, that I can do with no problem.”


“I came as soon as I heard. Is she going to be alright?” You asked one of the boys, running into the waiting room.

“She’s not doing so hot, but the doctors promised she should fine after they do some surgery.” Liam offered, smiling softly.

I ran up to Zayn once he entered through double doors. He melted in my arms, sobbing lightly. I rubbed his back up and down to sooth him. I had never seen him so upset and vulnerable.

“It’s all my fault.”

“None of this is your fault, Zayn. Your sister is going to make it through this. She’s so strong, and she has her wonderful brother by her side.”

“Y/N, what if she doesn’t make it? She is everything to me…How would we survive without her?”

A tear slipped down your face. “Don’t talk like that. She is going to come back better than ever. And she’ll you have you to thank for it. If you hadn’t called the ambulance as fast you did, then she would not have made it this far. Zayn, you are her hero.”

He snuggled further into your neck. “Thank you.”

Being bisexual is so weird like

At first I debated if I was straight or gay, and I was really excited to know I didn’t have to pick?

And for the longest time I was really chill about my sexuality and telling people (other than my own family bc that would be bad)

And like, I thought the bisexual community was really accepted in the lgbt+ group?

Then I had a guy who told me it wasn’t real. A grown man swore at me and told me I was wrong, I was confused, I had to pick one or the other, bisexuality didn’t exist.

Then there were video games that started giving out bisexual characters, and I was super excited?? But people would start changing them. I kinda expected straight people to change bi characters to be straight, but it shocked me when I saw that even the gay and lesbian communities would erase a characters identity as bisexual to fit their needs.

And it’s weird being bisexual because I know who I am, but it took me a long time to realize just how erased we are. How people see us, even how they just assume we are. The misconceptions, the erasure, even by people we would think would be on our side.

People in the community who tell me that if I were to marry a man, that makes me straight, or a woman, I become a lesbian. People who say I’m greedy or that I’m just bi so I can have lots of sex.

I’ve been seeing it a lot more lately too, and it scares me a bit. How can I be safe, when not even people in the lgbt+ community accept my identity?

Nonetheless, no matter how bad things might end up for me, how many people turn against me, or hate me for who I am, I’m gonna keep going on. It’s pride month, and no matter what I’ll be proud to be bisexual.