i didn't know you were like that

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i understand. you found paradise in tumblr. you had some good posts, you made a good blog, the blacklist protected you and the tags were plentiful. you didn’t need a friend like me. but now you come to me and you say “outofcontextarthur, they’re not monkeys, muffy was a hippo”. but you don’t ask with respect. you don’t offer friendship. you don’t even think to call me godfather. instead, you come into my blog on the day my daughter is to be married and y

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

i’m so here for the lesbians that didn’t always know.

lesbians that thought they were straight, bi, pan, aroace – anything but a lesbian.

lesbians struggling to accept that you can be a girl and like girls.

lesbians struggling to accept they like girls and only girls.

lesbians that knew on some level that they didn’t like guys but never clued into what that meant.

lesbians who thought that because they didn’t like boys they didn’t like anyone.

lesbians who can’t recognize when they’re attracted to women.

lesbians who repressed their attraction and are only now realizing and embracing their lesbianism.

lesbians who feel alienated from other lesbians and wlw because they’ve never had a crush on another girl.

lesbians who feel like they can’t be lesbians 

SHERLOCK: I was so convinced it was Moriarty, I couldn’t see what was right under my nose.
(Mary’s smile fades and she looks at him worriedly.)
SHERLOCK: I expected a pearl.

SHERLOCK: You thought she was having an affair. I’m afraid it’s far worse than that. Your wife is a spy.
KINGSLEY: What?!
SHERLOCK: That’s right. Her real name is Greta Bengtsdotter.

The name Greta is derived from the name Margaret, which comes from the Greek word margarites or “pearl.”

i think it’s really funny when you come out to a straight person and they say “IT’S OKAY!!!” like they’re backpedaling. that’s literally what it’s like. it’s like they think they’ve already said something fucked up and now need to distance themselves from whatever they said and assure you that they’re a Good Person. 

except it’s nothing they’ve said to you. it’s shit they’ve said when they didn’t think non-straight people were in the group. or it’s shit they’ve thought to themselves. 

it’s probably that you’re showing them that they really haven’t unlearned all of the homophobia and bigoted bullshit taught to them by society and now they’re defensive because they didn’t realize they still had the capacity to be a bad person after sharing that yellow equal sign on facebook that one time and now they need you to know that they’re really and truly a Good Person

man. straight people are wild lmao

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“Ow.. where..?”

“You really do remind me of Alexander..” “Ale….. my dad? You know my dad…?” “Yeah.. we were very close.” “You were?” “Very.” “I see..” “Now, come on. We have to make sure he does well and guide him. When the time comes.. we have to bring him up here.” “The other side..” “Indeed.”

Introducing ZNN Interviews! With guest: MisterMead

THIS IS SO FREAKING COOL!!! LOOK AT THAT INTRO!!! IT’S SO REAL! AND IT’S LIKE, REAL NEWS! AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

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And we’re back! Ok, so I’m extremely excited to announce a new thing for ZNN; ZNN interviews!

Our wonderful artist have been working for months getting models set up for Andy, and our first interviewee, the wonderful @mistermead, Our audio-visual department helped set up this amazing video, and of course, we have the new branch of ZNN, our production department; ZNN Studios!

If you’re interested in Mead and his work, and especially his comic Judy is Dead, then it’s definitely worth a watch. Enjoy!

Just a reminder to people struggling with OCD:

You cannot secretly have beliefs and prejudices that you don’t know about. Just because you did a small thing like not wanting to shake somebody’s hand bc you were afraid of germs doesn’t mean you’re secretly hateful towards a demographic they’re a part of.

“Secret” beliefs are things you know you believe, but don’t tell anyone. You can secretly believe that carrot cake is better than red velvet, or secretly dislike a TV show, but you cannot be horribly racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, classist, etc without knowing it.

That being said, the people who are horribly racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, classist, etc may not know it either, and may not think their internalized prejudice shows, but they don’t over-analyze everything they do the way you do. They don’t care about being prejudiced, they care about being inconvenienced. You are not like that.

Thinking in the back of your mind for the tiniest second you wish a protest would go away, or scrolling past a donation plea and having a bad thought about the people asking for money doesn’t make you evil either, bc odds are very good that those were intrusive thoughts.

Remember that racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, classist people don’t worry that they’re prejudiced, because they don’t care.

You’re not evil, you’re just dealing an anxiety-based mental demon that takes control of your thoughts. And that’s really rough.

Mansplaining: an illustration
  • My male coworker, a lifelong busboy who flunked out of college: Hey, you're a linguistics major. Do you know why villa and villain come from the same root?
  • Me: Yeah, there was what's known as a semantic shift-
  • Male coworker: No, it wasn't a semantic shift. You see, back in the Roman empire, a villa was a large home out in the countryside.
  • Me: I know what a villa is.
  • Male coworker: And people from villas were known as villains...
  • Me: Like I said, I know the history of the word villain.
  • Him: *no acknowledgement* ...and people from the city thought that people who lived out in the countryside were strange, so over time...
  • Me: semantic shift
  • Him: The word villain came to mean someone who was suspicious or dangerous.
  • Me: Yeah, I know.
  • Him: Huh, I guess it was kind of a semantic shift. Anyway, now you know!
  • Me: Yep. Like. I. Said.

this entire episode of nct life in chiang mai was fifty shades of a hot mess. oh jesus fix it because they were really out here flipping a danm bottle to figure out roommates and still ended playing rock-paper-scissors in the end anyway. like you fucking idiots (but i still love y'all). and then poor jaehyun stayed hidden because he thought someone was gonna go into his room and no one did. but honestly though, this season of nct life finna be the best season

anonymous asked:

Dear sir, I am new to the Sh fandom, and if I may ask, were/are there any headcanons about what happened while Alec had cocktails at Magnus'? You know, when he "didn't do much sleeping" and was "helping treat Luke's wounds" and, y'noe, "nothing else happened" like I fucking believe that. Cuz I sure as hell feel cheated if they bonded during that, or even just blushed at each other the whole time. Malec be fucking me up, and thank you kindly.

i’m absolutely sure that there are but i couldn’t give you any recommendations

honestly i always thought that what we got to see was what he was referring because he got there pretty late and then luke ended up being bandaged up by the time alec was cleaning up the couch, i assumed that was kinda very early morning or something. so what i wanted to see was the second drink

because i fucking agree i feel like there was more there, more talking. maybe migrating to the couch, and a lot of that kind of tension that was just shimmering in the air. because really alec seemed so fucking sheepish when he got back and you don’t just seem like that over nothing at all. so i just imagine the sun rising, that early morning glow hitting the side of magnus’s face, lighting him up like something else. it would turn that shirt rich blood like burgundy, catching on all of that gold. and it would edge his shoulders, showing off just how broad he was, just how built he was, making that slightly transparent shirt just a little more see through.

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if you’ve ever thought you were petty just know that today this fairly good-looking guy started walking towards me after I engaged in dangerous eye contact/random friendly wave as his group of friends behind him hollered with their phones out as he yelled out to me with the intentions of my number and all I did was literally sprint with heels my way to the cafeteria yelling “somEBODY IS CHASING ME” like a hyena

The signs as Steven Universe songs

Aries: Like a Comet

Taurus: Do It For Him/Her

Gemini: Steven and the Crystal Gems

Cancer: Steven’s Lament (I Don’t Want That For You)

Leo: Stronger Than You

Virgo: Giant Woman

Libra: Love Like You

Scorpio: Strong In The Real Way

Sagittarius: Be Wherever You Are

Capricorn: What Can I Do For You

Aquarius: We Are the Crystal Gems

Pisces: Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart

On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him. 

anonymous asked:

Would you maybe write smth were someone, maybe even a child, was slowly copying Dark in his behavior? Like their speech, how they dress, how they move. Or like, copying the neck thing he does, straightening his clothes and such. What would Dark think? What would he do?

I haven’t thought about that one. You know they say you subconsciously mirror someone’s actions if you’re attracted to them? Wild stuff. This has nothing to do with attraction, though, this is just the fact that children are highly impressionable.


Dark found it very confusing. At first, he thought he was being a little too full of himself. The person he was pursuing had a child, and while he wasn’t good with children, the small boy started… mimicking Dark’s mannerisms? Dark believed he had imagined it when he caught the child rolling his shoulders almost just as Dark was doing the same thing. The kid smoothed the front of his clothes often. He made observations most kids would overlook.

What threw Dark off the most was the fact that the kid spoke more eloquently than most children his age. In fact, he sounded almost like he was trying to be collected and cool in the way he spoke. It seemed a little disconcerting to hear a child try and speak in a persuasive way.

But Dark found himself grinning. His influence had spread much more than he had thought, and if he played his cards right, perhaps he could find himself in the company of a valuable asset. After all, who can resist the charm of a child? The two could form a very strange, yet very beneficial (at least for Dark) relationship.

  • Me, before watching the Special Episode: Karamatsu is so pure.
  • Me, after watching the Special Episode: Oop, nevermind.