i am all out of excuses

dear kpop fans

Before reading, please try to understand my frustration behind this post. And since I feel like I need to specify this before I get hate for having a bts url, as it has happened several times before, I AM AN EXO-L AND A CARAT.

  • YOUR IDOLS ARE NOT CHILDREN:  Ignorance should not be tolerated at all. Fans are treating idols like they aren’t grown ass adults who should know how to act as public figures. Using racist slurs, making fun of others with darker skin tones, or straight out discriminating, IS NOT OKAY. And don’t use the “it’s korean culture” excuse because that’s like saying americans can be ignorant/ discriminatory of east asians because that’s our culture.
  • FEMALE IDOLS ARE IDOLS TOO: Don’t ignore an entire side of music because you simply “aren’t into girls”, and I’ve seen that wording way too many times to count. Female idols are hard-working and deserve recognition, just like boy groups do. And don’t call them degrading names if they do a little hip shake while your bias is over there dry humping the floor. 
  • DON’T BASH AN IDOL FOR THEIR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Picking on an idol for not having the typical “kpop idol body” is NOT ACCEPTABLE. Comments like that is what scars people and for idols, it is not any different. Encourage them to be healthy, not malnourished. 
  • BE RESPECTFUL TO OTHER GROUPS: I’ve seen way too many posts about ignorant fans telling groups to disband and people to kill themselves. It’s not okay to bring down another group of people, as it’s disrespectful, rude, and only making you look worse as a person. NO GROUP IS BETTER THAN ANOTHER. It doesn’t matter who you stan or who you don’t stan, you should not bash another group to make yours look better.
  •  DON’T ATTACK NEW FANS, EDUCATE THEM: I completely understand when people get offended by “broken english” type stuff cause it is really disrespectful, but you shouldn’t just insult someone or bully them off a platform for using “hearteu” or whatever. If they continue to say things after you politely explain it to them, then that’s a different story. 
  • YOUR BIAS IS NOT THE ONLY MEMBER OF THEIR GROUP: Appreciate other members and support them too! I understand that “loving all members equally” isn’t a realistic thing to do but don’t use them as beds!
  • IF THERE IS AN FAQ, READ IT: If a writing blog explicitly states “don’t ask for updates” then maybe uhhh DON’T ASK FOR UPDATES. Do yourself a favor and just read the faq before you ask questions, because if you ask them one of those, you’re wasting your time and the writer’s time since they just tell you to go read it.
  • YOU DO NOT OWN YOUR IDOL: Just like you want cute hugs and cuddles, your idol probably does too!! Try to understand that they are not Sims characters that you watch through a screen and get to dictate all their decisions. They have wants and needs too, just like all of you so support their relationships!!

anonymous asked:

Hello dear, if it’s not too much trouble I was wondering if it would be possible to request an HC for Frank becoming attached or friends with an outstandingly clumsy waitress??

  • The first few time you fall to the ground in front of him, he is very concerned. 
    • He gets out of his booth and rushes over to your side asking “Are you all right ma’am.”
    • He’ll help pick up pieces of glass or dropped items even as you try to shoo him away. 
    • He won’t accept the excuse that you’re just clumsy and that this happens all the time. 
    • You joke that you have a running tab of all the plates and cups that you’ve broken. 
  • Frank waves it off as an accident and doesn’t fully believe that you fall over every day. 
    • But when you spill coffee on him five visits in a row he starts to believe you. 
    • Honestly he might be a little annoyed at the amount of stained shirts he has if it weren’t for the sincere apologies you give him. That and the the first time it happened you tried to pay him for the shirt or give him a meal for free. Anything to make up for the mistake. 
    • But Frank is a gentleman and he can see that you’re almost in tears. 
    • So he just gives you a smirk and makes a sarcastic comment about how now he can smell coffee all day. Maybe he won’t have to drink as much now. 
  • The two of you make inside jokes and Frank always says that he should just carry his own food out of the kitchen. 
  • Frank still get’s out of his booth any time you drop something or slip, but instead of rushing, he calmly walks over to you and offers a hand. 
    • It’s a bonding moment that you laugh over and he just shakes his head. 
  • Despite getting used to your clumsiness he finds himself getting more and more worried about the fact that one day you might actually hurt yourself. 
    • The rare occasions where you do something to draw blood, Frank’s face get’s very stern and a little scary. 
    • You always try to hide your injuries from him because you don’t want him to be so concerned. 
    • But he’s too observant. 
    • He can’t do much for you other than tell you to be more careful or maybe some advice on how to clean it. 

anonymous asked:

22 for seventeen kim mingyu?

The Way You Said “I Love You”

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door

“Y/N,” he muttered, forehead resting against the wooden door. You had locked yourself in here and hadn’t shown your face since he had done an utterly stupid thing that made his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach and his thorax tighten with anxiety. “Baby, come out…”
“Fuck yourself, Kim.”
He flinched at the coarse language, the expletives aimed at himself instead of someone else for the first time, and his throat tightened more than it already had.

“I can explain-”
“I don’t want to listen to any of your bullshit excuses, Mingyu. I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid at all, baby.”

A crushing weight was beginning to settle over his shoulders and he was painfully aware of the several of the other members sitting in the living room, desperately trying to listen. He wished he was out there now, instead of feeling like he was going to vomit as he tried to salvage his relationship.

“Y/N, I love you.”

In hindsight, it had been a stupid decision. To try and use feelings to win you back after the pictures you had seen on your phone, posted all over the internet and being the only thing anybody could talk about? It was ill-judged and stupid of him, and he knew it as soon as the words spilt from his lips.

He didn’t expect you to wrench the door open and if his hands didn’t shoot out to brace himself against the door frame then he would have fallen face first on the floor in front of you.
Looking at your face, with the fury making your hands and bottom lip tremble, he wished he had fallen in front of you again. At least then he’d be prepared to look you in the eyes again.

“Your honeyed words won’t work on me this time, asshole. Take your love and shove it straight up your ass for all I care.” 
You shoved past him, knocking him slightly off balance, and stormed down the hallway, pulling the front door open and shoving his hand off your wrist.

“Y/N, wait- Don’t go!” Mingyu begged, one last desperate attempt to keep you here with you.

He knew you, though. He knew that you were too angry to stay and too prideful to ever come back.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu. I don’t want to ever see you again, you disgusting cheater.”

The door slammed shut behind you and he was left alone, standing in the hallway, hand reached out for you.

Hi yes excuse me we need to talk so when did the internet decide that “btw” is all of a sudden an abbreviation for the word “between” like I’m sorry but I have been using “btw” as an acronym for “by the way” since I came out of the womb and I will not tolerate this double usage and confusion is it really that hard to write out the word “between” in full the word itself is not difficult to spell to begin with why are you doing this come up with abbreviations for the words that are actually a pain like “gaunrantee” or like idk “onomatopoeia” maybe literally anything else

We all know Thanksgiving is a crap holiday that we use as an excuse to eat way too much food BUT I’m just putting it out there that I am incredibly thankful for…

@steveharingtons @chancellor-bell @bobmorlee @stilinskikissme @planetaryleia @ravenclaw-helena (I love you all so much, you’re all wonderful and kind and talented and I’m lucky to call you friends.)

and so many more of you and our little fandom family ❤️❤️❤️

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞
❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞
❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞
❝ & we never talked after that. ❞
❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞
❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞
❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞
❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞
❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞
❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞
❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞
❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞
❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞
❝ when can you just be mine? ❞
❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞
❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞
❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞
❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞
❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞
❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞
❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞
❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞
❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞
❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞
❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞
❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞
❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞
❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞
❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞
❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞
❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞
❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞
❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞
❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞
❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞
❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞
❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞
❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞
❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞
❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞
❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞
❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞
❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞
❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞
❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞
❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞
❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞
❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞
❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞
❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞
❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞
❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞
❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞
❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.
iliad characters as rupaul's drag race quotes
  • agamemnon: i am trying to bring attention to one of my favourite causes which is me
  • achilles: the hardest part of this challenge was not telling everyone else that i was going to win
  • odysseus: the dog is looking at me like “get me the fuck out of here”, i’m looking at the dog like “get ME the fuck out of here”
  • helen: i don’t have a sugar daddy. i’ve never had a sugar daddy. if i wanted a sugar daddy, yes, i probably could go out and get one because i am what? SICKENING
  • patroclus: i feel sexy in anything, even a body bag
  • paris: my mom sent me to military school in the hopes that she'd get a little soldier. needless to say, she got a drag queen.
  • hector: just fyi for all you girls up there, i don't want to hear any goddamn excuses. be prepared! make it work! make it work! fucking make it happen! i don't want to hear any GODDAMN EXCUSES any more!
  • andromache: "i'll win for you." ohhh, that's sweet. he's not going to win.
  • nestor: i'm just under three hundred years old, i know some things
  • (not-technically-iliad bonus round) eris: i just honestly thought y'all were all boring and i was trying to turn the party

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.

so there’s a story from my life that i think a lot of inclusionists would benefit from hearing.

this story starts about four years ago, when fifteen year old me still thought i was bi and knew fervently as hell that I Am Trans. i had a terrible, terrible shoulder length haircut, and i decided one day i was going to go to my school’s gsa meeting.

now at this point i’m out to one person in the whole world, and i’m fucking shaking as i walk into this shitty public school classroom that hasn’t changed pretty much at all since like 1962. that first time, i sat on a desk in the back row shaking like a leaf and didn’t say a word to anyone.

but that year, our gsa’s president was aj, who was nonbinary and awesome, and they smiled at me and wore batman boxers and went to glsen meetings in the city on the weekend, and slowly i learned that not only could it be ok to be trans, it could be amazing.

but that is not the point of this story.

the point of this story is that that year, i felt safe. there were gay adults there who made sure we were all safe, and other gay kids who had fought tooth and nail and carved out this club from the highschool that didn’t want to give it to them. sure, there were one or two straight kids, but it didn’t matter, and they sure as hell were never excluded. they didn’t feel the need to take up extra space, or make sure everyone knew they were Straight. they were there because their friends were there, or they really believed in the cause, even if it was just giving a group of suburban gay kids a safe room.

and much like the exclusionist/inclusionist discourse, there was never a concentrated effort on either part to other each other- until there absolutely was.

my junior year, our gsa president was a cishet guy. in case anyone i know reads this, i’ll call him harry. harry was a great guy, and he really believed in lgbt rights. he shouldn’t have been president, though. because once we made the “face” of the lgbt movement in our school a straight guy, it suddenly became cool to come to gsa meetings if you were a straight kid. and believe me, you knew who was gay and who wasn’t when you walked in that room.

the straight kids would stumble in in packs of four or five, and always sit by the window, eating most of the food and laughing and whispering to themselves. they talked over us, and when i (one of the two vice presidents) ran the meetings, you could feel the giant question mark in the air. more than once, i had people misgender me, flounder about with their hands even though i had already told everyone my pronouns, and on one memorable occasion, had someone actually ARGUE with me when i said i used he/him. in the gsa. the one club in the entire school for lgbt kids. someone told me i was straight up wrong- that i wasn’t a guy.

and of course, it would be disingenuous to not talk about my own bully joining the gsa. joining maybe isn’t the word- he was there before me, and left before i joined- but he came back. he was pretty much the one kid who was the face of gay people in our school, and he was a terrible face to have. he leered at guys in the changing rooms, and watched rupaul like a religion. he was transphobic and thought being a drag queen made you trans. he thought being bi was fake, and was loud and open and vocal about all those things. he also made sure that if we were talking about trans news, everyone knew that he ‘didn’t blame that woman for freaking out that there was a trans woman in her gym’s changing rooms, because after all, trans women are just bad drag queens.’ or that 'lesbians really didn’t matter, because no one really cared about them.’ that made a difference in the tone of the room.

(edit: i rewrote this paragraph because it originally sounded homophobic. that wasn’t my intention, and i’m very sorry about that. to be clear, i am a gay trans man, but obviously that doesn’t excuse me from having to think clearly about the way i represent other gay men in my posts.)

walking into that room became more stressful then almost anything i did. i had two eating disorders, worked 25 hours a week, organized our club fundraiser, did tech and acting, and had to deal with my abuser all weekend, and walking into that room was the one thing that made my shoulders hunch in on themselves.

because in that room, everyone knew i was trans, and nearly everyone either thought i was wrong, or thought that was a fun party trick. you can imagine how welcoming it felt for 14 or 15 year old lgbt kids.

slowly, the actual gay kids left, including one of the co-presidents. she was a lesbian of color in a school of almost all white straight kids. in what should have been the one place in school where she could talk about that, she instead had to bottle it up and trade it in for leaving and never talking about it.

the next year, it was even worse. the president was cishet; the vice president was cishet. the cool gay adults who had cared about us and tried so hard to make us safe had hung up the towel, and instead two cishet teachers sat in with us. one of them refused to allow any gay interpretations of her curriculum, and actually gave one of my friends a bad grade on a paper because she argued there were gay undertones in a seperate peace. the other thought that my bully’s jokes about mexican people clamoring to marry americans at the airports (a joke that left my friend in tears when they heard it) was hilarious. the room was full of straight people. occasionally, a few of my friends would come with me, but mostly we would leave early. the cishet freshmen got into fights with the lgbt freshmen, and the lgbt freshmen stopped coming.

it took less than three years for a safe space to become an almost all straight club, all of them piling into a room to laugh at the racist gay kid’s jokes, or to gawk at the rest of us.

some of you might say “that was a small highschool club,” and you’re right!

but this isn’t a small problem.

when you let cishet people into the lgbt community as anything other than staunch, serious allies, you start taking away lgbt people’s voices. and we’ve seen this already. cishet aces got representation at pride this year, while lgbt poc couldn’t talk about how they’re being abused, assaulted and murdered at higher rates than any other part of our community. online, tumblr posted pictures of the ace flag, but excluded the lesbian flag.

i understand that you think you really do belong in our community, but you don’t. you deserve your own community, where you feel safe. where you don’t have to argue with us, where you can talk about the issues you face. but that isn’t with us, clearly.

and taking away our voices isn’t going to make yours any louder.

anonymous asked:

White are you so critical of only white women and not white men?

I felt like this questions was coming.

Why am I more critical toward white women? Because here on tumblr, we’ve all collectively called out and agreed that white men are racist, and in society the most racist and oppressive group. There is NO argument when it comes to that and I agree, I am also happy that people, even white men and women alike fully accept that.

But it’s differently for white women.

While I am happy that tumblr is basically the platform for female positivity, there are extreme flaws in that movement.

Flaws that tend to excuse women for the terrible things they do simply because they are women—but not all groups of women, specially white women. Tumblr scrutinizes and is always harsher toward women of color than they are white women, hating on women of color for the same things they love or excuse white women for doing.

Here on tumblr, it is not acknowledged or generally accepted that white women can be racist and oppressive, while in my experiences white girls/women are the most racist group here on tumblr and in fandom. Yet, no body knows this outside of the poc community and when the topic of white women being racist or oppressive is brought up, white girls get upset and try to dissuade the conversation with “all women” or “let’s bring each other up, not tear each other down” bullshit. (Like I cannot count how many exclusively woc posts that white women have derailed and tried to erase a racial issue with “feminism for all”!!)

Tumblr does not scrutinize white women the way it should, because they are women. Yet women of color here are usually brought down, or ignored because of white women. White women are put on pedestals here on tumblr as heads of social justice, but when a woman of color talks to them about social justice issues or attempts to call them out on their racism, then the white girl gets upset and her friends do to.

White women believe they are untouchable when it comes to being racist/oppressive yet they execute some of the most racist tropes I’ve ever seen in fandom and claim they are being revolutionary or progressive. White women also fail to acknowledge or accept that men of color face prejudice and oppression , and they as white women have more freedom and privilege and are not nearly as oppressed as men of color—especially here in America.

Tumblr is filled with privileged, racist white girls who perpetrate their white feminism and think they know equality but they do not. yet, tumblr as a whole accepts the white woman as a sign of feminism, female empowerment and idolizes her; tumblr accepts that white women can do no wrong because they are girls and their feminism/social justice speak for us all.

And when a woman of color dares to speak out, the God help her.

So I will always be critical toward white women because as a black woman, I have only been subjected to racism here on tumblr by privileged white women/girls and I think tumblr needs to realize that while white men are the ultimate oppressors, white woman are not far behind, not at all.

Also anyone can reblog this and if you see it I would encourage you to because this needs to be brought to light!

and then there was me, a queer girl in the catholic church with traditional parents. i grew up with a fingernail caught in my throat. i changed the words to songs so i’d be singing about boys. i was scared of “gay”. my mother told me it meant happy but i knew it meant being pushed to the floor of the bus. i remember my bible school teacher telling us that the greatest sin a woman can have is not giving a man her love. i remember realizing i liked girls and putting it in a box i labelled dirty and couldn’t bring myself to touch. when i came out i had to ask if my parents still loved me, like the idea of their acceptance ended where my sexuality began. they pull back when i accidentally slip and admit i like a girl. they promise the church doesn’t hate us, just doesn’t let us get married under god’s roof with god present. oh it’s a fine marriage, we accept it, but technically in the eyes of the church i’m living in sin. it would be better if i liked men. when i was 7 i was sure i was going to unhappily marry a man just to make my parents happy. at 23 i might marry a man just to make my parents happy.

god was this hard thing we couldn’t figure out how to handle. god came beyond the doors of the church. my god answered me at night but reminded me to cower. my god killed my brothers and sisters in the hands of others. how am i to reconcile that god that felt like love and belonging with the god called down in conversion camps. how am i to say i love the light of god when i have seen it burn the flesh of others.

i watch it still. for a while i was spitting and hissing and wouldn’t let god near me. i think it was better then, when i had shut my doors to the idea of it. once i tried to find god again i found myself desperately lost in the forest.

i was always so alone in church. always different. it wasn’t until i mentioned it once in an online chat that i found someone else who had gone through the same thing. how terrible, to form a community of people who have all been cast out. how powerful.

we, together, discussing at two a.m if god is real and if she is where she begins and ends. my brothers and sisters and family - we are all so strong for having survived this. for having been spat out by what should have accepted us. that first community. that first slap. the book that taught us not all books are homes. the book that i spent hours combing over looking for where my flaws were entombed. that curse that keeps following us, doggedly, just when we thought we shook it off - watching others take god as an excuse to punish us, to put into law our discrimination, to enact and enforce violence against us. “god loves you,” we were told. is this what god looks like? our first relationship with abuse?

i am stuck with an eternity of questions. can we find our own god? can we find her in each other? do we leave god entirely, and just find love in the stories of us lost lambs? is god worth it? was the word of god really to ruin us? is god even to blame for any of this, or is this how humans are when they find something to hit? 

all i know is this: i am not alone. and if you’re like me, come to me. talk. i’ll listen. god only knows nobody else did.

so my mom works at pre-school style program run by an occupational therapy clinic for young kids with ADHD and/or Autism who are either unable to attend or have gotten kicked out of “normal” pre-school. the aim of the program is to teach them simple self-regulation behaviors so that they can return to a school environment, be it special-ed or with all the other students. having both of those disorders, i sometimes am able to help them tweak the program to be more affective and yesterday I had a little idea thats honestly going to change everything, even for me.

TUMMY-CHECK

when children get upset, they learn to excuse themselves to go to the calm down corner until they can regulate themselves better. i came up with the idea that before they are allowed to go back to class they have to ask themselves three things:

  1. Am I hungry?
  2. Am I sick?/Does it hurt?
  3. Do I need to use the bathroom?

because honestly??? as a person with both ADHD and Autism, my body doesnt tell me that stuff. I have to actively think, “do I need this or am i that” because my body isn’t processing the internal sensory input of my stomach and bladder. it gets to a point where i get very angry and very upset and stand up to go storm off and then suddenly realize, im not upset, i just really need to pee. or even, im not angry at all, im just kinda hungry. I even mentioned this idea to my therapist today, who’s son has ADHD, and she’s going to implement it for him too, since he often wont notice until it’s too late.

anyway, if you or a child you’re looking after or whoever are upset and cant figure out why, try doing a tummy check, because sometimes the fix can be that simple and our bodies just don’t tell us that information until we ask <3

Prompt List of Sarcasm
  1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.” 
  2. “Define normal.” 
  3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 
  4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 
  5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 
  6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.” 
  7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 
  8. “And you wonder why you’re still single.” 
  9. “Remind me to kill you. Please.” 
  10. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.” 
  11. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” 
  12. “Were you dropped on your head?” 
  13. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 
  14. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.” 
  15. “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 
  16. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 
  17. “If I survive, can I go home?” 
  18. “My middle finger salutes you.” 
  19. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.” 
  20. “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.” 
  21. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 
  22. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.” 
  23. “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 
  24. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 
  25. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 
  26. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
  27. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.” 
  28. “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 
  29. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 
  30. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 
  31. “I need therapy after this.” 
  32. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 
  33. “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.” 
  34. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 
  35. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 
  36. “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.” 
  37. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 
  38. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” 
  39. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.” 
  40. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 
  41. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 
  42. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!” 
  43. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 
  44. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.” 
  45. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 
  46. “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.” 
  47. “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 
  48. “She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 
  49. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 
  50. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 
  51. “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.” 
  52. “You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers and people who talk at the theater.” 
  53. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.” 
  54. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 
  55. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 
  56. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 
  57. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” 
  58. “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.” 
  59. “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.” 
  60. “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.” 
  61. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.” 
  62. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.” 
  63. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” 
  64. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 
  65. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.” 
  66. “I like you. You’re different.” 
  67. “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.” 
  68. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 
  69. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 
  70. “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 
  71. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 
  72. “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 
  73. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” 
  74. “I care so little, I almost passed out.” 
  75. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.” 
  76. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.” 
  77. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” 
  78. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.” 
  79. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 
  80. “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.” 
  81. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 
  82. “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.” 
  83. “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.” 
  84. “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 
  85. “Have fun being deal.” “I will.” 
  86. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 
  87. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.” 
  88. “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 
  89. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.” 
  90. “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.” 
  91. “The girl is strange no question.” 
  92. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.” 
  93. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.” 
  94. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.” 
  95. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
  96. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.” 
  97. “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.” 
  98. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
  99. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.” 
  100. “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.” 
  101. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” 
  102. “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” 
  103. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.” 
  104. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 
  105. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.” 
  106. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.” 
  107. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.” 
  108. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.” 
  109. “Such big evil in such a little thing.” 
  110. “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” 
  111. “What does not kill you will likely try again.” 
  112. “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.” 
  113. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.” 
  114. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” 
  115. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.” 
  116. “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”
  117. “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.” 
  118. “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.” 
  119. “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.” 
  120. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.” 

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“BLOOM” is considerably more than just a brand or a business for me. It is indeed my life. I’ve had to live & experience the multitudes of events thrown my way by life to then create this platform that represents me as a creative. Earlier today I got the most aggressive and gripping reminder of the old Epictetus quote “it’s not what happens to you it’s how you respond to it”. I was also reminded to never forget that hurt people, hurt people. My revenge will always be artistic, not personal.
In my pursuits of continuing to create this online platform, the valuable lessons seamlessly pile up along the way. One that has definitely resonated with me the most is the ability to say less and do more. To become more action oriented. I made a vow to myself that I would lead through execution. As a creative and entrepreneur, we often times get hung up on the “Idea”, rather than the “Action to Reality”. Since relocating to a different city, I made a promise to max all opportunities available. I’ve been networking (like a mad woman), researching, attending whatever workshops/ seminars I can get my hands on. In the span of two weeks I’ve learned a great deal of what it takes to run a successful business, etc. It’s safe to say that “BLOOM” in all of its grace and power is definitely blooming and evolving as I am. It’s ok to take your time and do it the right way.
A part of this recent growth was a lesson of adjustments and ingenuity. Due to the events of Hurricane Irma & Maria, I almost opted out of my maternity shoot because it wasn’t on the altitude that I had originally envisioned. However, as I bask in this this new shift in mindset, I told myself the SHOW MUST GO ON VEE! NO EXCUSES! J So, I made a decision to create with the resources that were made available. I love you Amun-Ra Isaiah David! I appreciate and love you guys & I hope you like it!

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antique-moonglade  asked:

Any line from Ed Sheeran's perfect? Drarry, pretty please with a chocolate fudge on top?

Okay, this isn’t strictly part of the list but hell, it’s @antique-moonglade and it’s Sheeran ❤️


A piece of wood in the hearth emits a long, hiss, spitting loudly and startling the tightly wound mound of fur out of its doze. Glaring at the merrily cracking fire, Victoria gets up, stretching long and high, pure white fur standing on end for a moment, before slowly stalking over to the unoccupied armchair, answering Harry’s soft chirp with a sullen meow before hopping up, curling in on herself and settling back down.

Draco’s glasses are perched so far down the bridge of his nose that they threaten to slip right off the upturned tip and into the book in his lap. Not that it matters; he’d stopped reading several minutes ago.

He’s too busy watching his husband over the polished silver rims of his spectacles, biting down on his tongue to keep from smiling to himself like a lunatic.

It’s Friday, nearly 11PM – Warbeck croons in the background, the Wireless making its characteristic whirring sounds between songs. Outside the second snow of the season falls slowly in twirling bits of dazzling white, the edges appearing fuzzy through the window. Large, mismatched mugs of hot chocolate sit under a Stasis on the coffee table, steam curling up steadily.

Draco’s socked feet are in Harry’s lap, being absently massaged as Harry reads the day’s Prophet that’s draped over the back of the sofa. Harry’s already pulled out all of his Weasley jumpers, clad tonight in a rich violet number with a broad, very slightly asymmetrical, yellow H on the front. His hair is still damp from the shower, curling up under his ears and sticking out at the back as usual, the heat from the fireplace slowly setting it in that mess. He frowns lightly as he reads, mouth sometimes moving soundlessly, lopsided glasses slipping down constantly.

Draco feels a hard lump rise in his throat and his heart threatens to explode right out his ribcage.

“What?” Harry asks, looking up suddenly, eyes wide and warm behind his glasses, small smile of adoration curling along his lips. “You’re gawking.”

“You have chocolate on your face,” Draco replies blandly, the warmth in his chest spreading in long tendrils. Harry rolls his eyes, sweeping a sleeve across his face before pinching the side of Draco’s foot, laughing at the indignant squeak that gets him, eyes already back on the newspaper. “You ever think about who you would have liked to end up with had I not snagged you first?”

The completely random question has slipped out before Draco can reel in his thoughts properly. Harry blinks, looking utterly baffled, and Draco chews furiously on his tongue.

“No,” Harry replies slowly, deliberately, “I don’t think it’s ever crossed my mind. Besides, it’s quite pointless.”

“Pointless?”

Harry chuckles softly, folding up the newspaper and tossing it aside. “Yes, pointless. How is it even relevant now? It’s not as if I’d have been even half as happy as I am today,” he adds with an easy shrug.

Draco swallows, pulling off his glasses and folding them carefully. “So you are happy…with me?”

Harry stares impassively. “Over three and a half years since we promised forever togetherness and now you think to ask me this?” He grins then, sudden and blinding, the abject love in his expression making Draco want to sing.

“Well, I figured I’d just confirm,” he retorts, though the snide sting he intended doesn’t quite ring. “So, you never think how it might’ve been had we not…?”

“No! Why would I even want to?!” Harry seems genuinely confused as he laughs. “There was only ever you for me, babe.”

“What?” Draco breathes.

Harry shrugs again. “You know… Like, we believe there’s someone out there for us, yeah? That one someone, waiting for us.”

“Yeah…?”

“So I realised pretty soon after we got together that you’re that someone for me,” Harry says simply as if it’s the most obvious thing, before peering owlishly at Draco’s blank expression for a bit. “What? You never thought that? Like there’s someone waiting for you?”

Draco nods mutely, looking down at Harry’s hands kneading away expertly at his soles. It’s only after a very long pause during which the fire spits weakly and Victoria contentedly purrs in quiet reflection of the general ambience of Draco’s life, “I just–” His voice cracks and he quickly clears his throat. “I—I’d never have thought… I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Harry’s hands go still, and for a while they just stare at each other.

“Well… I am.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.”

It gets colder by the minute outside - inside, pure warmth cocoons their tightly wound forms, no space for the cold, no space for doubt.


Dating Tom Holland Would Include...

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

ok I couldn’t help myself, sorry I haven’t written in years- but ya enjoy!!

  • alright, like tom would be the sweetest boyfriend don’t even try to fight me lol
  • like he would be such a gentleman 
  • always holding doors for you and pulling out chairs for you and ordering on your behalf and such
  • but he’d also be really cheeky 
  • like he’s not one to shy away from a good prank I feel
  • like he’d hide behind the door and give you a good jump scare or fill your car up with balloons or something- innocent things
  • but like if it ever got too far or if you even got the slightest bit hurt from it, he’d immediately rush over to you and make sure you’re alright
  • the little gymnist would constantly be doing flips and all these cool parkour moves which would make you so worried and on edge
  • “babe, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself”
  • “oh come on, darling, I’m spider-man”
  • and that would be his excuse for everything “darling, I am spider man after all”
  • and yes, his favorite thing to call you would be “darling”
  • and you’d also be worried about him doing some of his own stunts
  • like you’d walk over and he’d be hanging from some cables and casually be like, “oh, hey babe! want to grab some dinner after this?” 
  • taking Tessa on regular walks through the park would probably be one of the highlights of your day because it’d usually just be you and tom
  • and you’d find a quiet spot and just throw some tennis balls out for Tess and relax for a bit, it’d be a great get away from all the flashing cameras and noise
  • hanging out with Tess most of the time in his trailer
  • I feel like your relationship would be kind of private
  • I mean, people would know you’re dating, but you guys wouldn’t flaunt it
  • there may be a couple of pictures of you through out his Instagram feed, but it wouldn’t be overboard
  • and when you do post a picture together, the fans will all go crazy
  • however, on twitter, I feel like you two would get into little witty battles, here and there, and people would take sides and everything
  • but it wouldn’t be anything major, it’d be stupid stuff- like the correct pronunciation for “croissant” or something lol 
  • he’d be dancing all over the place all the time
  • and if you’re not good at dancing he would teach you a move or two and crack up at the amount of rhythm you lack, but he’d find it really cute and endearing
  • teasing him about lip sync battle
  • and sometimes if it’s raining he’ll do a tiny bit of the routine just to make you laugh
  • lots of insiders
  • beach dates
  • you would hang out with Harrison a lot and go to interviews and watch behind the cameras 
  • and Tom would get distracted every now and then with you being right there, and he’d stare off and you’d point your finger to the interviewer and signal at him to focus back, even though it’s really cute 
  • seeing the world while joining him on press tour every now and then
  • sneaking him off set every once in a while to grab a bite to eat or go adventuring and putting him in an elaborate disguise 
  • waking up to him making a nice cup of tea and breakfast every morning
  • having spider man merch lying all over the house because tom can’t help himself
  • and every time you’re at target and pass the toy isle where all the action figures are and the masks are, he’ll stop and shout “hey, look it’s me!!” 
  • sweet little kisses 
  • planning the future together
  • “what if our kid prefers superman?”
  • “then we’ll send them off to military school” 
  • obviously being his date to red carpet events and ceremonies 
  • and he’d always be very nervous and making sure you’re alright because all the flashing cameras, rude reporters, and screaming fans are a bit much
  • cheering him on in the crowd when he’s up for an award
  • and you being one of the first people he thanks in his speeches
  • if you aren’t from England and he’s near your home town for press tour or comic con, you take him all around town and show him where you grew up and share funny stories about each of your stops
  • him getting on great with your family, who can’t get enough of him
  • going over to see his family on holidays, who absolutely adore you
  • one of his brothers will probably have a not so secret crush on you and you jokingly threaten tom to leave him for them 
  • you being his whole world and him constantly talking about you in interviews
  • also lots of rumors about you guys getting married, having a baby, or breaking up, but you just tune those out 
  • lots of movie nights at his place which lead to you guys crashing out on the couch 
  • stealing his clothes
  • him whispering sweet nothings in your ear
  • and Harrison screaming “get a room”
  • lots of “I love you’s” 

let me know if you want a part 2 lol 

just a bet

HEY HI WADDUP

so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important

ANYWAY

THEY ARE SENIORS IN THIS

THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE DONT ATTACK ME FOR THIS BC THE ACTORS HAVE NO RELATION TO THE CHARACTER IM WRITING K THX

there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo

YEAH

anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five


Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 


Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 


“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

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anonymous asked:

it's 02:15 am I have school tomorrow but I just went through all your voltron headcanons tag and I'm kajdjsjdjskndnsnsnsnndndjsjdjdjdn thank you so much they're amazing oh my god

i’m finally what i’ve aspired to be all my life: a bad influence

  • lance: “[gasps in spanish]” keith: “did you just say ‘gasps in spanish’ out loud”
  • coran doesn’t really get why lance keeps putting expired food goo on his face but i mean whatever makes him happy i guess
    • he’s mostly just excited someone likes the goo
  • *allura voice* “wait you mean humans can actually ‘pull a muscle’?? i thought pidge just made that up as an excuse to get out of training”
  • pidge judges lance for getting tricked by pretty girls but. like. lowkey if a robot ever asked her to follow it…..
  • hunk: “okay. stay calm. stay calm” keith: “i am calm??” hunk: “i’m talking to myself”
  • hunk teaches allura those elementary school road trip songs
    • he gets to the song that never ends which. causes some confusion
    • “but how do i know when to stop singing??” “well you kinda just go until you get bored”
    • but allura’s so!!! jazzed!!!! to be doing earth things that she can go for hours without getting bored
    • the team eventually votes to ban the song from the castle
  • shiro: “lance, can i talk to you?” lance: “oooh, someone’s in trouble. and it’s me. i don’t know why i did that.”