i don't agree with her but i still like the speech

on the new Iron Fist series

So after binge watching a ton of Marvel’s new Iron Fist series, I went onto tumblr, wondering what the fandom was up to now, what with all these new gifs and stuff to make. ‘Maybe I would find some fan art or something’ I thought innocently to myself,


instead, I was greeted with SO MUCH DISCOURSE on how Iron Fist ‘needs a chinese-american actor’ or ‘has terrible dialogue and is slow’.

the best part is when I found out that some of y’all are trying to get this show boycotted like ‘????’

Now as a Chinese-speaking Asian female, living in Asia, with an Asian background and a good know-how of Chinese history, as well as a decent knowledge of comic books, (although I confess I got into the animated series first) I’m here to end the discussion before y’all get your full rage on and start fighting fans of the show like it’s Lord of the Flies up in here

So keep reading if you want to be educated or if you just want to fight me before you know what you’re even talking about


Uhhhh…no? I’ve seen a few episodes and I mean so far there isn’t really anything that screams ‘insult’ or even offensive in the slightest. Besides maybe the fact that they take the beliefs and twist them a little bit but honestly even that ain’t that bad as to what I’ve seen elsewhere.

I’ve read the boycott post and let me say that yea, they dressed him with an eye for Asian elements, but maybe that’s because it’s supposed to be resembling Asian clothing? I mean how is that offensive? Is it the part that it looks Asian? Or that you simply feel that white people that direct these shows should not be using Asian stuff for entertainment? Because I hate to break it to you but it’s still not offensive. Even the dragon tattoo is totally fine because it’s supposed to resemble Asian elements yea but also have y’all read the comics? Because he punched through a dragon and basically took it’s heart. So I mean a dragon tattoo kinda matches the theme.

I mean in the first episode they speak almost flawless Chinese for Pete’s sake! Hell, I was surprised that they even had it in them to have a non-Google translated line. Sure the accent was a little overdoing it cuz not even I have that thick a Chinese accent but I’ll excuse it since he was apparently learning and speaking 15 years. (I speak it maybe a few times a day for like the last 14 years or so only)

So no, the show doesn’t really insult Chinese culture, sure they might be ignorant, but you must understand that after generations of stereotypes and misconceptions that that can’t just go away with one show

“Danny Rand should be played by an Asian guy/be a Chinese-American”

I can’t even begin to tell you my frustration about this.

Y’all do know this show is based on the comics right?

You know, the one with the white guy.

I know Marvel is infamous for not including enough representation in their shows but seriously? This is like the Harry Potter thing all over again with Hermione being black, it’s not that we don’t want representation or anything, but it’s the fact that this hero that us comic fans have come to already love has been replaced. Or at least it feels like it. Like when a movie is made from a book and people go crazy because character XYZ suddenly has different traits or isn’t quite what was described as compared to the book.

Frankly, it sucks.

So even though yes, Marvel should have more Asians in their shows, don’t expect them to completely give the main character a makeover, even if the makeover was supposed to provide representation. And honestly? I don’t want them to change him because I really freaking love Iron Fist, just as he is.

“This show just villainizes Asians”

So you tell me that my race is being made villains because Marvel decided that most of their Asians on their shows are evil ninjas (aka the Hand) and at most there are like 3 sorta good Asians. Oh and I’m sorry, you want more Asian men that are good guys? You want a balance of Asian heroes?

Well I guess that would be kind of hard to fit into the story since, oh, I don’t know, everything happens in the USA?

If you want more Asian characters well then look no further because you do have them. Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield? What about her extremely brave mom? Or maybe Colleen in Iron Fist? Everyone seems to be blatantly ignoring her badassery and only seeing the part where she’s a sorta love interest.

Facts are, there are Asian characters, you’re really just looking hard enough. I agree wholeheartedly when you say that more Asian men need to be in the Marvel universe that aren’t part of the bad guy team but you gotta say that they are still awesome.

Does anyone even remember the Japanese ninja yakuza guy from Daredevil? Dude got set on fire and STILL came back to kick ass. That’s a plus in my book because even though he’s considered bad, he’s been proven to be cunning, smart, and overall awesome.

“The show has terrible stunts/acting/dialogue/fight scenes”

From here on out it’s mostly just me trying to explain why the directors and writers of the show made decisions in the show to make it what it is, so let’s dive right into it.


Actually the stunts weren’t half-bad. If you’ve seen other shows or movies that are heavily reliant on stunts and action, and compare it to this show, they really aren’t that much different. Sure it might seem a little unbelievable sometimes like they’re breaking physics or something, but he already has a glowing fist. I think we’ve crossed the line of believable long ago.


I have nothing to say about this except that go and take some acting or drama classes before coming and criticizing these awesome men and women who did indeed try their best


Now I get the dialogue might be a little weird at times and what not, but you must understand that this show was partially written with the Defenders series in mind. So almost everything that was said in the show is meant to lead to something more. Thus, you must take it as a bigger picture. Sorta like how everyone said that Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them wasn’t as good as they thought it would be, that movie was also meant to lead on to a bigger story so you might want to excuse the weird speech and cryptic lines at times.


Okay seriously people, please read the comics. Danny Rand is supposed to be an accidental hero, one that doesn’t want to fight unless he really has zero choice in the matter. So yea, the fight scenes won’t be that interesting, but only because the character in question is more interested in ending the fight than anything.


So there you have it, my whole slightly angry info-dump on Iron Fist and Marvel’s representation problem in general. If you want to correct me or scold me even then by all means message me or shoot me an ask. But just keep in mind that Marvel can’t make all your problems go away in one show, and please for the love of all that is good read the comics before coming to rant okay?

anonymous asked:

I don't want to support racists at all, but I just can't get behind the idea that if someone is peacefully talking, it's okay to beat them, maybe even to death, as long as their views are vile enough. Maybe I'm on the opposite end of Twitter etc from you, but I'm hearing a lot of "punch Nazis or else you're a Nazi supporter" and I can't agree that. (World War II was fighting a war, which is different from brutalizing someone for talking or marching, even if they're doing so to support racism.)

So I have a lot of different perspectives here, none of which fit very well with each other.  This is an issue that brings a lot of my principles into conflict.

1. I believe that justice should operate according to rules and limits.  It should look like “you committed theft, therefore you must return $X to your victim and perform X hours of community service”, not like “you committed theft, therefore you’re A Thief and should be made to suffer.”  I think it’s abhorrent when police beat suspects or prisoners are abused in jail, even if they’re guilty as sin, because cruelty is not justice.

While emotionally I’m not always on board with this, philosophically I think that the concepts of “bad person” and “punishment” are dangerous and toxic, and that it is never okay to declare that a person is so bad that they’re fair game for anything you want to do with them.

2. I believe that it’s better to be the winner than the sympathetic loser.  This is something that seems to come up in a lot of conversations about Nazi-punching–the idea that it’ll make them look like the victim and thereby win public sympathy.  I’m not on board with this being a major concern.  Yes, victimhood can confer some kinds of PR/psychological advantages–but not nearly as many as power can.  Ditch the reverse psychology and when you’ve got an opportunity to win a battle by winning it, go for it.

3. I believe that Nazis aren’t the biggest threat out there.  Yes, it’s disturbing that there are any out on the streets or the Internet, and it’s really disturbing that the Trump administration seems to want to play footsie with them, but in terms of numbers and political power they’re definitely still on the fringe.

And meanwhile nice normal non-swastika-waving politicians are taking away healthcare from nine million children.  Why aren’t we discoursing about punching them?

4. I believe that social messages are powerful.  That is, the best way to win people away from Nazi sympathizing isn’t always rational argument–sometimes it’s making the Nazis look pathetic and unpopular.  We want to send the message “society doesn’t want these people” loud and clear.  A swift punch to the nose will do that.  It may not be a logically sound argument, but if it stops people from thinking Nazis are cool or tough, it’s a good thing.

5. I believe that it’d dangerous to create acceptable targets.  If it’s okay to punch Nazis, what stops someone from saying “my enemy is like a Nazi” or “they’re a secret Nazi” about someone they just really want to punch?  We’ve all seen things like this happen before.

6. I believe at some point you have to separate right from wrong.  It’s really appealing to want totally generalizable ethical principles like “all speech should be free” and “never use violence except for physical defense.”  It makes us feel safe to have no exceptions–it frees us from fear that tomorrow it’ll be our speech that’s considered hate speech.  It feels right and fair.

But sometimes you do have to set some standards.  You do have to be unfair and say “it’s okay to have magicians at birthday parties but it’s not okay to have rabid raccoons.”   Instead of avoiding all judgments that one thing is better than another, we have to make them correctly.  Stop saying “no group is inferior” and get the courage to say “actually, some groups are inferior, such as goddamn Nazis.”

7. I believe that punching Nazis is not really an important discussion.  It’s mostly just tough guys on the Internet going on about how tough they’d hypothetically be.  Whatever.

Of course, I’ve also gotten in long discussions about whether Simba and Nala are related or what, so who am I to say we should only talk about important things?

8. I believe that punching Nazis is going pretty easy on them, considering.  I’m Jewish.  Part of my family is from Germany, part from Poland and Hungary.  One of my grandmothers had permanent eye and heart damage from untreated illness during the Holocaust.  She was also beaten, her father’s business destroyed, and her grandfather shot.  My grandfather’s brothers and sisters were all murdered, and we’re still not totally sure when or how, and will never even know where their remains are.  My other grandmother didn’t talk much about what happened to her during that time, but she was missing a fingernail.

And Tumblr wants to clutch their pearls about whether it’s okay to give these people a bruise?

It had been going on for a while. Rival papers, rival journalists. Clarke would get the tip, Lexa would arrive first at the scene – or vice versa. She rather liked it when it was her getting the story first, but her victories were just as frequent as Lexa’s.

There had to be a traitor in her office – there was one in Lexa’s after all, with Niylah feeding Clarke scoop after scoop just as soon as Lexa got word of them. Was Lexa flirting with one of her co-workers too? The thought was… oddly unpleasant.

Of course, there were the times when their rivalry, known (and barely put up with) by all, took a slight… detour and things between them would heat up in a very different way than usual.

Even though she would never admit it to anyone, those were the times Clarke revelled the most. Those were the times that made losing a few first hand stories almost worth it. Lexa didn’t need to know that, though.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The voice, softer than her own, pulled the corners of Clarke’s lips up into a smile. She lay her chin on the chest underneath her, blue eyes playfully meeting green ones.

“Thank God none of our friends know about this,” she admitted, placing a soft kiss between Lexa’s breasts. “Raven and Octavia would tease me endlessly.”

To Clarke’s surprise, Lexa didn’t smirk; she frowned. “You haven’t told your friends about us?”

Clarke laughed and got off of Lexa, opting to lie down beside her. “What, like you have?” The deepening crease between those striking jade eyes was answer enough and she didn’t know how to react. “There is no us, Lexa.”

Suddenly Lexa was up, throwing covers off her lithe body and searching for her clothes among the jungle of Clarke’s bedroom floor. Clarke, in turn, was utterly confused, taken aback by Lexa’s sullen behaviour.

“Where are you going?”

“What does it look like, Clarke?” Lexa snapped as she pulled pants up to her waist. “I’m going home.”

“Why? We were just relaxing, I don't– what the hell is wrong with you?”

Lexa finished buttoning her shirt and heaved an exasperated sigh, turning to Clarke with a cold gaze.

“I get it, Clarke. We are rivals, we steal each other’s stories, and then we fuck to keep the adrenaline pumping.” Lexa’s voice was as gelid and stoic as her eyes. “It’s just curious that you still see it as that when we have been staying the night for over three months.”

Feeling exposed all of a sudden, Clarke sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover her chest. “We agreed that it was easier if you caught the morning train to your place,” she said defensively.

“I’ve got a drawer in your wardrobe, Clarke!”

“Not my fault you leave your clothes here all the time,” the blonde shrugged.

Lexa’s eye roll was worthy of some Olympic back flip medal or something. Were there Olympic medals for back flips? Clarke didn’t really know a lot about sports.

“You call me aloof and emotionally constipated, but I am not the one who keeps believing those easy ways out after three months of mornings after,” Lexa claimed, a hue of hurt in the rainbow of feelings in her voice.

Clarke was at a loss for words, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “We fuck. What’s the big deal about that?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, for Lexa just turned away with a huff and walked out, making sure to slam the door as she left.


They hadn’t talked for a month. Lexa had been keeping her distance: not coming any close to her stories, leaving Clarke alone to make the most of her own scoops. It would have been paradise, if not for the gaping absence of teasing remarks, insufferable smirks – any words at all. Clarke kept trying to steal some scoops for herself, but Lexa was relentless, never letting Clarke win.

In a fell swoop, Clarke had lost her fuck buddy and her rival. Every time she got to a place, Lexa would either be long gone or never show up at all. Journalism just wasn’t as fun anymore.

Clarke had loved the whole enemies/lovers dynamic, sleeping with none other than your greatest rival. After every hustle, they would fall into bed together, releasing their frustration and satiating their rivalry in each other’s arms, mouths, fingers. It was something Clarke had never experienced before.

Clarke was snatched out of her thoughts by a binder falling violently on her desk. She looked up to find Octavia glaring at her.

“What now, O?” Clarke asked impatiently. “Too much paperwork for your lazy ass?”

“Wow, Lexa really left your panties in a twist,” her brunette friend chuckled dryly. “Can you two please go back to fucking?”

Clark’s bewildered gasp and choke would have been funny if not for the situation they were in. “You know? she choked out in a spluttering mess.

“Of course I do,” Octavia frowned. “We all know Lexa lets you get half of her stories and then you two go home and fuck each other’s brains out. Or, well, did. Now you two just mope around like you lost your favourite candy.”

The knowledge that Lexa was doing just as bad as her gave Clarke an odd hopeful feeling. “She’s moping?”

“Of course she is. How would you expect her to react to a break up?”

“This was not– We weren’t even together.”

This time, Octavia laughed heartily, taking more than a minute to gather her bearings and turn to Clarke with a mocking expression.

“Sweetie, like or not, you two were dating for the past three months. You don’t do the morning after with someone you don’t care about.”

There it was again, the morning after. Clarke didn’t understand what relevance it had to the case. “I still don’t know why the morning after seems to be so important,” she grumbled.

Octavia just shook her head in disbelief. “You may be blonde, but you’re not blonde, Clarke. Don’t lie to yourself just because you’re afraid to face the truth.”


Clarke was determined to get this right. This story was Lexa’s, Niylah had promised, and she was going to get there fast enough to catch the brunette before she could leave.

She would also steal the story, but that was another story. Pun fully intended, Clarke decided in that moment.

When Lexa showed up, she was the image of beauty. Long brown curls tamed in a ponytail, her face was clean and open and probably what heaven looked like. Emerald eyes didn’t hide their owner’s shock to see her.

“Clarke,” Lexa half breathed, half gasped, eyes wide and lips parted.

Clarke had to remember the speech she had practiced at home, in front of her mirror, like a romantic loser.

“Lexa, I– Can we talk?”

Lexa eyed her suspiciously, but eventually agreed, with a discreet nod of her head. They headed to another room, making the interviewee wait for its five minutes in the limelight.

“What do you want, Clarke?” The hostility of Lexa’s tone made her flinch. She had a lot of explaining to do. “I will not go back to the way we were before.”

“I know, I know,” Clarke rushed to say, promising her memories of Lexa writhing under her that she would give them full her attention once she got home. “I don’t want that either.” At Lexa’s frown, she ploughed on. “I don’t want to go back to the way we were before, because I want so much more. I thought what we had was just an easy rivals with benefits situation. We would do the rivalling during the day, fuck during the night. You kept clothes at my place so no one would ever see you leave with the clothes of the day before on. In the middle of all the lying I did to keep myself from panicking, I forgot to realise that you started staying the night because I asked you to. And it went on for three months because I wanted you to. And I would ask and want you to stay the night because I needed to fall asleep and wake up next to you, because there is no greater feeling in the world than that of spending every hour of your day with the person you love.”

Lexa’s eyes were wide like saucers, but Clarke couldn’t stop now.

“That’s the other thing I forgot,” she admitted, her voice small. “I forgot that slowly but surely, I was falling in love with you.”

Lexa pressed her lips together pensively, letting the silence stretch before she broke it. “Why didn’t you tell your friends?”

“The same reason for all my other fuck ups: I was afraid. Telling them would mean they would be able to give me the advice I was dreading: that all those mornings after did hold meaning after all and that I couldn’t hide from my feelings anymore.”

Lexa nodded this time, still not making a sound. “Will you tell your friends now?”

Clarke couldn’t help but smile. “Already have.”

Another nod. “Are we still rivals?”

“You’re as much my enemy as when we started this whole thing.”

Lexa was sporting a small smile now, a crooked little thing that Clarke had always found adorable. “I would not have it any other way.”

“But Lexa, now you’re also my best friend and… If you give me the honour… My girlfriend.”

Lexa’s shy smile turned into a smirk. “Only if you admit that Polis is the superior newspaper.”

Clarke didn’t even gasp. “For you, I would quit the Arkadia.”

Lexa’s amused smile, however, showed she was just kidding. “No need. Wouldn’t want to end the rivalry, would we?”

In that moment – and the moment after, when she finally got to get reacquainted with Lexa’s lips –, Clarke knew that she wanted all the mornings after and the nights during and the afternoons before.

She wanted everything with Lexa.

the-allura-shirogane  asked:

i feel you so tough when it comes to season S3. I'm trying to limit the time I think about it, which actually is sort of a catch-22 because now it seems to approaching faster than ever /: I always knew the fandom ignored Allura, but im only now starting to see how little they appreciate Shiro. I feel like he's not going to be in this season much at all and most people are ok with that. Guess this fandom only cares about using him as shipping fodder

man i know this is salty but… listen. it is SO HARD being a Shiro stan in this fandom. SO HARD. and the run up to S3 has been especially difficult. because not only have we had to deal with the marketing team yanking our chain yet again with the old “oh HO HO will Shiro DiE?!? wHO kNoWs hahahaha!!” bullshit, we’ve also had to sit through the fandom merrily discussing who gets to replace him.

and i get that from a narrative point of view, Shiro’s absence (either temporary or permanent) is a great opportunity for other characters to grow and develop and maybe take on different roles… but at the same time it feels so tasteless to me because my sole focus going into S3 has been: “is Shiro okay? is he coming back? what’s he up to? how/when will he come back to the team? what will be his role when he does?” whereas the focus of a lot of other people seems to be “HERE’S WHY MY PERSONAL FAVE DESERVES THE BLACK LION!!! Shiro whomstve?? I don’t know her ANYWAY ______ FOR BLACK PALADIN UNFOLLOW IF YOU DISAGREE”

and i’m just like… could you… at least pretend to be upset that Shiro is gone?

you’ve caught me in a mood upswing today and i’m feeling a bit more positive about Shiro’s role in the show and the prospect of him swiftly returning - and part of why i think the show won’t do him dirty is because Shiro is actually a GREAT character. he’s GREAT. i don’t get why people don’t appreciate him more??? he’s amazing???? listen:

  • an Asian man (Japanese) who is portrayed as tall and buff and attractive
  • a traumatised character whose trauma is addressed in the show and portrayed in a sensitive light
  • has a canon mental illness, including having flashbacks and panic attacks on screen
  • an amputee
  • STILL gets to go on adventures and fly a magical robot Lion
  • is portrayed not only as an important member of the team, but the LEADER of the team
  • multiple characters in-canon reinforce that he’s their leader and they don’t want to replace him:
    • Keith: “You mean you’ve got your bayard.”
    • Allura: “You are the Black Paladin now, not Zarkon.”
    • Lance: “Shiro’s our awesome leader.”
  • a disabled character who is physical and competent and excels at fighting
  • a traumatised, mentally ill character who:
    • leads a team
    • has fun and enjoys himself
    • supports his friends and is the glue that holds the team together
    • is appreciated, loved, and admired by his team mates
    • is never treated like a liability or a burden on others

Shiro as a character is HUGELY important and he’s great rep for a lot of people - one of the reasons why i attach to him so much is because as a traumatised, mentally ill fan who has panic attacks and anxiety, i rarely get to see good characters like me on screen. but he’s also just flat out an interesting character. he’s a fundamentally good and kind person who is nevertheless capable of great depths of anger and acts of violence. he’s a great leader but he’s also often confused and dorky. he switches between inspiring speeches and making laser gun noises and when he didn’t know how to form Voltron he legit actually in all seriousness built a cheerleader pyramid out of the Lions and he would do anything for his friends and he’s just… so great.

and he’s got that missing year!! we still don’t know what happened to him?!? like what did Haggar do to him?!? we don’t know!! there’s so much left to discover!! does he have family back on Earth? what was he like before his imprisonment? did he fight any other gladiators in the arena?

and his bond with the Black Lion!! it’s amazing!!! he bonded with her so quickly! and fought Zarkon on the astral plane for her!! they’re so close?!? and he could do the nosedive bonding exercise on his first try?!? he’s so great at being a Paladin?!?!?!??

i think it would be quite frankly bizarre for the writers to give Shiro so much complexity and work to actually establish him as an interesting, fleshed-out, multidimensional character… and then sideline him without really digging into his character and exploring his history and seeing what he and the Black Lion can do together. it doesn’t really make sense to spend two seasons building him up as such a complex interesting character… only to bench him and let him sit back in the Castle doing nothing.

tl;dr: i agree with you that a lot of fandom seems to glance right over Shiro as a character and ignore how interesting he is. i think it’s partly because he’s older, so some fans just categorise him as “boring adult authority figure” and leave it at that. and i think that to some fans, he mainly exists as one half of a ship - that’s certainly something i’ve noticed browsing the tags. and honestly part of the reason why i started running the bloofyboy blog is because i wanted to show fandom another side of Shiro: the dorky goofy fun side; the always-confused-and-struggling side; the “i need an adultier adult” side. because Shiro is great and he’s so important and he’s deep and complex and we haven’t even begun to explore everything he can offer to this story and i would really like to see more of him, please and thank you Dreamworks. 

anonymous asked:

Zen and Jumin having a little sister who is depressed and have anxiety but hides it behind her smiles, jokes and corny puns. I'm sorry if this disturbs you, I'm just really having a bad life. You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. Thank you.

Sorry, this is so late, anon. I hope you are feeling better now nonetheless, but in case you still need this to cheer you up then here you go!

– Admin Void


  • She’s the only family member that he can still tolerate, tbh
  • He calls and visits frequently. Though he wants her to come with him, knowing fully well how toxic the home environment is, his financial state isn’t stable enough yet and there’s also legalities involved. 
  • He was probably the one who fought tooth and nail with his mom to get her properly treated and diagnosed when she just brushed it off as “a teenage phase”
  • He sneaks her out of school on days she doesn’t feel well enough to be in school bc Mom wouldn’t let her stay at home

“Y/N?” You turns over to your window sill, cheeks blotchy and eyes red from crying. School stress, exams, strained friendships, endless days of unexplainable loneliness and fatique plagued your teen life. It feels so small in comparison to all the problem of the world, yet why do you feel so suffocated?

“How are you doing, little bird?” Zen falters a bit when he notices your tears, but he doesn’t comment on it. You wonder how he has managed to pick up on your sour mood when you have been nothing but jokes and memes that afternoon. ‘Brother senses tingling’ probs. “Wanna come with me? we can buy some junk food, or something nice. I dunno. Up to you.” He winks and you smile, sluggishly crawling out of bed. You two eat shit food and fishbread, joking until you could smile again without feeling guilty for having fun. 

You come to school the next morning to find your favourite teacher explaining that Zen has contacted them regarding the hard time you are having. After some negotiation with your other teachers, you have gotten extra time on some assignments and offers for extra tutoring if you need it.


  • When she was first diagnosed, he took the time to research everything so he’d get an idea of what she’s going through.
  • He comes to personally pick her up after her sessions because he knows it’s often the time she’s most vulnerable. Also, he gets to give her psychiatrists/therapists The Glare to make sure they’re still on their A-game.
  • He doesn’t understand memes but he sends the “:)” emoticon whenever she sends him a rare pepe.
  • If her anxiety makes it hard to go to school, she’d have personal tutors and Jumin probs frequently check in on her if he isn’t too busy. Chairman Han be like “I think she should be outside interacting with people” and Jumin is just like “she’s interacting with me and Elizabeth aren’t we people”

The company’s New Year party is getting a bit too loud and you regret agreeing to come along. Your stylist, friends and brother had assured you that you look great, but every glance your way sent a wave of panic through you. Have you sat on something and stained your designer dress? Did you smear your lipstick across your face and is unknowingly walking around, looking like a clown? Are you slouching too much? Talking too little? Walking too awkwardly??

Your older brother stands on a podium, giving a casual speech with a glass of champagne in hand and you wonder— how? How could he do it like that? Look like that? Be the face of the company at such a young age, while you cling desperately to anything, anything, floundering and grasping for some sort of footing in life? He suddenly catches your eye and smiles at you. “I’d also like to thank my little sister for coming tonight,” he adds and you look down, smiling timidly. Despite everything, the hidden words ring between the both of you. “Let’s toast to the new year, everyone.”

You end up leaving early at Jumin’s insistence after you briefly commented that you are feeling a bit jittery and light-headed. “Get an early rest,” he tells you after escorting you out to the car. “Hug Elizabeth for me. I’ll be home late.” Later on, when you are safely tucked in bed with a happy feline in your arm, you find a text from Jumin. “You looked great tonight. I’m proud of you.” Attached with a picture:

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The diplomatic missions were one of the things he liked best about being a paladin. Right after, you know, piloting a giant mechanical lion robot in space. Seeing other planets, helping forge bonds that would outlive him by several millennia. Protecting people in a way that would last. Feeling like it all mattered.
The inevitably cute alien chicks were just one of the bonuses.

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Unpopular opinion

I really dislike Clary

It started as a mild annoyance, but now, so far this season she has:
Leaves Dot on Valentine’s ship having literally minutes before made some speech about being allies and reminiscing about ice cream and doesn’t mention to anyone that dot is alive, let alone still a prisoner.
That’s not to mention all the other downworlders trapped on the ship.
Neglects to mention to anyone that something is majorly wrong with Izzy to the point where she was banned from the iron sisters’ citadel. Like???? We could be a lot further forward with helping Izzy if she’d considered for a moment that she should ask someone what might be wrong.
Goes to a warlock to try and bring her mother back after a powerful and extremely experienced warlock has already told her it’s a bad bad idea.
Agreeing to a blood oath without thinking through or knowing what it means…I mean it just sounds ominous you wouldn’t just go lol whatever go for it.
Then, bound to this blood oath, completely disregards the request made by the holder of the oath, leaving a small child who is very likely in danger in the care of an egotistical serial killer of the child’s very species.
No she has to make out with her boyfriend instead.
Speaking of, her greatest insecurity is her boyfriend of 30 seconds is going to cheat? How shallow, and harsh, is that? No thought of, idk, oh shit what if this rune gift is dangerous or I really miss my mum or something meaningful. Simon doesn’t deserve someone who has such little trust in him.
Also a canoe is great place to make out/have sex in.
Asks Luke to do stuff for her to the point where he’s neglecting/abusing his pack.

I’m sure there’s more that I can’t think of off the top of my head. Honestly, I’m not disagreeing with Meliorn on his call for them to kill her. She’s more trouble than she’s worth at this point and my only reservation would be avoiding putting Luke through that kind of grief again.

Ishida Uryuu Live Tweets the RR Wedding

I’m gonna attend Kuchiki-san’s and Abarai’s wedding, although they invited me in the last minute #seriouslyguys? #Ithoughtweweresupposedtobenakama #isthisbecauseofyhwach?

@HatNClogs Urahara-san, your jokes aren’t funny.

Can’t believe Abarai’s getting married. #thoguhthewasfriendzoned4life

I arrived early and the squad 11 members are already drunk #whyamInotsurprised?

Apparently Inoue-san made Kuchiki-san’s veil #whywasn’tIconsulted #I’mtheresidenttailor #myfashionsenseisthebest

Also, Kurosaki’s the photographer… #amItheonlyonelaughingattheirony? #bestnakamaarephotographers #nakamazoned

Kuchiki-san is Inoue-san’s best friend?! What the hell? #cansomeonepleasethinkofArisawa-san?

ABARAI IS KUROSAKI’S BEST FRIEND? WHAT ABOUT SADO-KUN? #fuckyouKurosaki #Iwasyourrivalfirst #rememberthat #plusI’myourcousin #Ishouldbeyourbff #yeahI’msalty

@HatNClogs No, I won’t consider changing my username to “SaltyQuincy”, thank you very much.

Oh, wait, the wedding’s finally starting! #won’tmissit

Abarai looks dumb with that grin on his face #healsolooksfat #guesshestoppedworkingoutwithallthispeace

Meanwhile, Kuchiki-san looks as happy as a cat inside a laundry machine #can’timaginewhy

Glowing bride my ass, Inoue-san.

It might be because her clothes suck. I should’ve made them. #sorrynotsorry #shewould’velookedfabulous #IshidaClothesarebestclothes

Kuchiki Byakuya’s face says it all.

Is Abarai crying? #dafuq

KUROSAKI IS CRYING?! #don’t´pretendyoudidn’t #Isawyousheddingtears 

I’m surprised you-know-who didn’t crash this wedding.

@HatNClogs I’m sure you know who I’m talking about

I’m surprised Kuchiki Byakuya even let Kuchiki-san get married at all. #overprotectivebrother #hisownsubordinateandhissister #ouch

Isn’t she supposed to get married to a noble? #justwondering #don’tknowhowSSnoblefamilieswork #whydotheyhavenoblehouseswithnoking #itdoesn’tmakesense

Kuchiki-san looks about to pass out #someonehelpher 

Welp, they’re married now #kuddosIguess #myOTPsankthough #itsuckstobeme

The banquet would be more elegant if the eleven squad wasn’t drunk out of their minds

I just had the unsettling thought that Abarai and Kuchiki-san will be having sex tonight #awkward #atleastsomeonewillgetlaidtonight

Kuchiki Byakuya looks like he thought the same thing #poorguy

Inoue-san spent the whole ceremony looking at Kurosaki #heartbreak #definitelywon’tgetlaidtonight #itsuckstobeme

Kurosaki took too many photos #doubtallthoseKuchiki-sanclossupsareforAbarai #photographerzoned

I’m going to spy on Abarai and Kurosaki #theykeepforgettingaboutme

What feelings, Abarai? Don’t pull crap out of your ass #weallknowyou’retryingtopullthenakamaapart #jealousbastard

AND KUROSAKI AGREED?! #thiscan’tbe #fml

Hello darkness my old friend

@HatNClogs I’m glad my misery amuses you 

@HatNClogs I don’t see you with a girlfriend either

@HatNClogs Alright, I didn’t want to know that #scarred4life

It’s time to leave #finally #Iwasboredouttamymind

Inoue-san and Kurosaki keep ignoring me #ofcourse #whydidIexpectanydifferent

Aww, come ON! #thiscan’tbehappening

I’m gonna translate Kurosaki’s speech for you, Inoue-san. He means that since he can’t have the “nakama” now, he’ll settle for you #heignoredyouforyears #you’resecondbest #butyou’remynumber1 #nakamazoned4life

Might not get the girl, but I still have my dignity intact

Still the lone Quincy

Back at home, and glad the wedding’s over #canweallagreeitwasafiasco

@HatNClogs I’m gad we agree for once

Yes, I’m the shade master. Bow down to me

About Nagato

Sometime I get the feeling, this character is greatly misunderstood, and most probably hated for his 180 degree spin of personality at the end of his first fight with Naruto.

So I hope you don’t mind if I make an analysis of his personality. He’s quite a heavy character.

We all know the kid Nagato was gentle and caring, so much that he buried his parents as a small child (probably no more than 8-10) took a dog by his side, despite he didn’t have what to feed him with, didn’t have the power to steal bread for his own hungry stomach. From this age he was a very just and quite independent individual: he only did what was right (what at that age he was taught was right) and never asked for more help than he needed.

Then he accepted and cherished the other two orphans’ company. Take in account that when he joined he was taught to steal to survive, despite earlier not doing so. And this is a mentality that stuck to him: life is a fight for survival and in order to survive you need to take from others, but not more than needed.

Growing up with this mentality, with Yahiko’s dream of becoming god of Amegakure to stop the war and Jirayia’s ‘parenting’ the original Akatsuki was formed:

All three orphans had a huge spirit of justice rooted inside of them, and Jirayia’s presence gave them the ability to put that justice in place.

At the same time Jirayia helped Nagato define his purpose: protect your friends

follow your dream, no matter where that might lead us.

And he did. He held true to that his whole life.

And it led him to become this man.

This is where the true rant begins, because we all knew the kid Nagato. The adult still is greatly misunderstood. But to get to the adult we needed the child first.

Nagato became god. But not for himself. Yes, he wanted to achieve peace, justice and see the world grow. But it was never his purpose to become god: that was Yahiko’s dream. And Yahiko’s death shattered him in many ways: his best friend was gone, the pillar of his faith and the brother he grew up with (not to mention Nagato might of had a slight man crush on him.) Yahiko needed to become god, but this task was left to him now. So he created Pein. And you need to understand Pein is not him, Nagato. Pein is Yahiko, Pein is a man brought to the ultimate being through him; Pein is absolute. And what Nagato tries to be, not what he thinks he is (although controlling him he is Pein so he is absolute himself) With time Pein became a part of him so that they act similar and yet different.


Canonly Nagato thinks of himself as trash. So to erase his sins, his nothingness, his filth he channeled all that he deemed worthy in Pein, leaving Nagato  (in his opinion) something blank, that didn’t need to exist, but still did, because through it lived Pein. Please also take in account the fact that Nagato was disabled and malnourished, and these disabilities made him think even lesser of himself, because he just lost his independency, now depending on others to take care of him (particularly Konan who he has a very strange relationship with, to be detailed in another rant).

Nagato, to achieve his dream, did became a ruthless person, but that because he cared for those close to him, he acknowledged the fact that the world can’t know peace until people would understand each other completely, and it was pain that connected people. He agreed to shoulder all the world hate on him, by trying to bring pain to others. He deeply understood what war and pain meant and his plan could have worked, and his plan was completely independent from Madara’s. By gaining monopoly over war he would have enslaved the nations, unifying them through pain against him, just the way the fourth Shinobi war did. He was ready to shoulder all of the world’s hate upon himself, until they’ll come before him and understand what he did, because pain connected them now. And even then peace could not be achieved, but for a short period at least people would understand his reasons, his resolve.

And I deem completely admirable that he didn’t give up, despite of his dual, quite unstable personality, of his disability, of having little support in this and knowing he was a criminal. But sacrifices needed to be made in order to survive and to achieve something.

He created the new Akatsuki, only consisted of S-rank criminals. Why? Because only someone of his caliber could understand him and his motives and would join him in his cause. He only chose unique, said to be monstrous, skilled and homeless shinobies around him, not only giving them a purpose, but also a place where they could connect: giving the monster a human side. He could of chosen the new Akatsuki from Ame, he didn’t. Because it was pain that they needed to share.

And now to get to the most disturbng thin in his personality: his ending, his talk to Naruto. It was all for plot sake and to give Naruto the great preacher award again. Nagato isn’t a weak individual; he went through far too much to give up to the words of a boy who was the student of his mentor. A mentor he ended killing to achieve his dream. He would have stopped there if if he was weak hearted. He didn’t. he lost a Path that day, but proceeded to achieve his goal. It hurts me to talk about this moment of his existence, especially because half of his speech showed no sign of wanting to change in front of Naruto. It was definitely bad writing, but I’d still like to give a fan theory about why he could have changed then. No, this won’t give him an excuse for what he did.

Nagato was gentle, but not naive, and he didn’t give up easily. He was gentle when he wished to, to people he cared for. (Konan there is a special case, he wanted to keep her safe thinking she was still the girl who got captured and because of that Yahiko died; it’s a thing that’s constantly on his mind)

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An example of Nagato in a good mood: relaxed, smiling, and talking freely.

In that last scene Nagato was far from that; he was tense and angered, oh and tired. Tired because of lack of chakra and because the world around him started falling around him again: Akatsuki numbered only a few members now. And I think the fight with the Nine Tails for Nagato was the all of nothing type of fight: if he won his plan was complete and deserved to be continued; if he lost he needed to die. Why? Because one of the members he cared most for and could of related most to died, around the time he killed Jirayia too, his beloved mentor. So yes, it was a double blow for him, and it was a pain he could no longer stand: the feeling of an empty world. Also, after Itachi’s death he most probably met Sasuke to welcome him in Akatsuki, along with team Taka, so he personally met with Naruto’s McGuffin and the brother Itachi gave his life up for, also seeding in this boy his ideals (which were left clear in the later chapters of the manga). So he had a successor, a potent successor. But Sasuke was naive, unlike him. Naruto somehow strengthened his faith that there might be no need for him, because there were others with his ideals to continue his journey, when he couldn’t go forth anymore. Nagato was broken beyond anything that day, and he just needed a reason to let go of everything, also leaving with a high note this earth.

The edo tensei Nagato is better explained here.

I Wouldn’t Even Stop for Red Lights

(A Captain Swan AU based on the West Wing episodes In The Shadow of Two Gunmen I & II)

Also on AO3

Emma felt like she was floating half a foot off the ground as they made their way out of the museum. At the front of the pack, Mary Margaret cracked jokes with Leroy, clearly feeling at least as good as Emma did.

Emma glanced around at her colleagues. Zelena was laughing at something that Elsa had just said, and even quiet, thoughtful Belle had a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Jasmine put a hand on Emma’s shoulder and grinned.

“She did great tonight,” Jasmine said gesturing at Mary Margaret, and Emma nodded.

Out the front door she took a deep breath of the cool, evening air. It wasn’t any quieter outside than it had been inside- all along the path to their cars, people shouted and waved from a roped-off area, hoping to touch the closest thing to royalty that America has.

Mary Margaret had told them all that she didn’t want to speak to people on the rope line tonight- she wanted to go straight home and watch a romantic comedy that was showing on cable that night, never mind that she owned it on DVD.

“It’s what normal people do, Emma,” she had said as Emma had held her jacket for her friend. “Normal people watch whatever comes on TV in the evening and have a glass of wine, and that’s what I’m doing tonight. No rope lines.”

“No, Madam President,” Emma had said, sharing a look with Leroy and Mrs. Lucas, both of whom were standing in the doorway of the Oval Office, carefully hiding their smiles.

Mary Margaret Blanchard-Nolan couldn’t resist a rope line, and they all knew it, so it came as no surprise when she altered her course, like a magnet pulled in the direction of the screaming throng. Mulan and Merida, the two secret service agents assigned to her for the evening, didn’t falter in their step as they followed her.

Emma grinned at Zelena, who was laughing at the president, now shaking hands with what appeared to be half of the junior class from George Washington University- the female half. The first female president of the United States had a strong rapport with women.

“Didn’t she want to watch Notting Hill or some such?” Zelena asked, stepping up beside Emma.

“I’m sure TNT will show it again soon,” Emma said. “No need to hurry her along.”

It had been months since they’d felt this good. Maybe years. Not since the night that Mary Margaret had won the presidency and they’d begun the horrible, grueling, soul-destroying process of actually running the country. Their team was back to where they belonged- returning hope to a country torn apart by partisanship and scandal, and tonight had been a ringing refresher of what the United States had voted for just eighteen months before.

Zelena moved off to speak to someone, and Emma pulled her phone from her pocket to see if her assistant, Killian, had called. He would do, if something important had come up.

It wasn’t like the movies- a burst of noise and light and screaming and pain. There was no sound, no light, not even pain. The only way that Emma realized that anything had happened to her was because she found, without realizing it, that she was on the ground, when she hadn’t been before.

Her eyes searched the kaleidoscope of color and movement that was the crowd, trying to find the President, to assure herself that she was alright, but her eyes found nothing recognizable, and closed after a long minute.

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A Year On Tumblr.

When I made this blog a year ago, June 1, 2016, I was twelve years-old and I was in grade 6. I was on that stage in my life where everything was changing;

-I used to listen to Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Ariana Grande and I used to always wear skirts and dresses and the color has to be always pink.

-My school bag was pink. My watch was pink. My pens, pencils, and pencil case was pink. Basically everything had to be pink or I wouldn’t like it.

-I acted so girly and I would always wish on my birthday for my crush to like me back.

-I used to have a diary where I ranted all about my crush and how I embarrassed myself in front of them, trying to make them like me back.

-I also remember the time when my crush told me that he liked my sister. That one still kinda hurts.

-I valued everyone’s opinion and felt like what they say about me is true.

-I also used to have panic attacks a lot, but at that time, I didn’t know what it was. Nobody cared either.

-I used to have a friend called Joshua. We knew each other for 3 years. He would always come to my house and call me. We would always hang out in front of my house along with some other friends.

-One day he stopped calling me. I never knew why.

-Both of my brothers, who used to defend me from my evil sister who likes to treat me like a punching bag, left for their jobs.

-My parents just got divorced. (Even though they broke up nine years ago and my dad already has a girlfriend, it was pretty hard to know that it was official)

In between starting this blog and this post:

+I began listening to My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Twenty One Pilots, Melanie Martinez and I wear all black and I would always wear jeans all the time, sometimes skirts and shorts, but I would always wear black stockings or mid-thigh socks with it.

+I realized that I was turning emo as fuck.

+I only wear dresses on special occasions that required it.

+I bought merch for the first time. A Dan and Phil sweater, shirt, key ring, and two wristbands.

+I stopped caring about Joshua. 

+A thing happened in school. My teacher called me names and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. I cried for hours.

+I told my dad and our helper. I also told our supervisor, but she made fun of me, too.

+Our teacher made a post about me on Facebook. He made me look like a bitch on the post. People commented, agreeing with him. Some teachers on our school liked the post.

+The other teachers started bullying me, too. They all teamed up to make me feel like shit.

+The supervisor didn’t know that the bullying continued on. No action was done and the teachers never got in trouble.

+I made a post about it and posted it in this blog. I instantly got messages that really cheered me up.

+I learned that my dad was getting married to his girlfriend.

+I don’t get panic attacks much often.

This year, before this post:

=The bullying wasn’t often anymore.

=I bought some twenty one pilots merch.

=I realized that I looked so much different now.

=I’m too tall for my age.

=I still don’t have any Tumblr friends.

=I don’t have in real life, also.

=I learned that my mom was also getting married to that guy that I really didn’t like.

=My mom got married before my dad.

=I thought if my dad got married to his girlfriend, I would finally know what a family feels like.

=I was wrong.

=We have a new car.

=My sister finally stopped treating me like her personal punching bag.

=I learned that I was graduating as valedictorian.

=I had to make a speech.

=Some of the teachers made fun of my speech and I cried.

=They called me a cry baby. Not only my teachers, but also my other self-centered classmates.

=I stopped caring about their opinion.

=I started to post less oops.

=I graduated.

=I will be moving to another school.

=I’m scared.

=My birthday is in a month. (July 8). I’m turning thirteen. ah.

=The Nintendo Switch looks cool.

=I asked my dad for a Nintendo Switch on my birthday.

=I don’t know if he will actually buy it cause we’re broke as fuck.

=My two brothers will be coming home this July and I’m really excited ‘cause it’s been so long since I saw them but no one should know that I’m excited what.

So, this post is all about the changes in my life after a year. It’s also to let you know more about me. I guess?  I really don’t know how to celebrate being a year on Tumblr… It’s like an anniversary for me being trash. Tumblr made me trash. Thanks, Tumblr.

anonymous asked:

Could you do an age difference hc, with jimin being the older one? With jungkook being a university student, and jimin being his older successful boyfriend? (age difference of over 7 years please) and jimin always making time for jungkook and comforting him? Something with fluff (and maybe hurt/comfort too) (oh, i don't know if i made it sound like one, but no sugar daddy stuff, please. just a big age difference and jimin being not filthy rich, but with a comfortable amout of money, not poor)

sure thingg!! i hope you don’t mind but i am using exactly 7 years difference. jimin is a successful graphic designer and jungkook is in uni for the same thing. there is a lot of implied smut in this but no actual smut. just warning everyone out there who might care. hope you all enjoy this! (i actually finished a hc before 5am can you believe this???)

+ jungkook was 20 when he first met jimin. he was a guest speaker in one of jungkook’s graphic design classes and jungkook is sure that he could not focus on the lecture when a mega attractive guy was standing at the front of the room. 

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Olicity one-shot: The Rage Phase

Word count: 4,469
Rating: Teen
Summary: Newsroom AU — Felicity might have been the face of Atlantic Cable News’ financial analysis, but when an ex-boyfriend takes revenge on her for breaking up with him, he tries to ruin it all for her. Oliver’s the only one she can turn to to help her get off the floor and fight back.

Author’s note: OK, so a while back I wrote this quick little one-shot, what a good guy would do, based on The Newsroom but using Arrow characters. Well I watched this episode again recently and it all came back like a flood.

Dedicated to the very amazing @blackcanarydinah as a late gift for graduating journalism school. You go, girl! Take over the world!

(Also, read her story The 2025 Hamentashen Debacle because she is an amazing writer and it will warm your cold dead heart.)

Lastly, you don’t HAVE to have seen The Newsroom to understand what’s going on in this story, but if you haven’t seen The Newsroom, then do yourselves the biggest favor and watch it immediately.

Felicity has a necklace that she never takes off. Not even in the shower.

It’s a necklace her mother gave her after she graduated with her Ph.D. When Donna handed over the box and Felicity opened it, they both burst into tears at the symbolism of the moment. It was the same necklace that Donna’s mother had given her for her bat mitzvah, and since Felicity didn’t want to have one, Donna wanted to wait for an equally significant event to pass it on.

The necklace means she’s a fully realized woman. It’s imbued with the strength of generations of Smoak women, and it’s always been a source of comfort and power for her.

But today…today it’s the starring feature of the most humiliating moment of her life.

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Reveling in Richonne

#9: The “I’m Still With You” (5x16)

Now as much as I missed the signs that Richonne was endgame, this was one scene that even I could not deny. I mean the chemistry was oozing and I could not just place this in the “just friends” box. No, this was more. I love this scene. I loved it when it first aired and I love it to this day. The fact that Rick essentially admits to being whipped. You can’t miss that. 

Michonne enters the bedroom and says “you ready?” Interestingly, she asked him that very thing before entering ASZ’s gates and now she’s asking again to see if he’s ready to try and stay. I love that she’s checking in on him and unafraid to associate with him and see him for who he is despite him being ASZ’s Public Enemy Number One rn. He immediately gives her the full on detailed scoop about what he’s been up to. It’s adorable and hilarious that all she said is “you ready?” and then he just has to spill his guts and confess. Like he tells her about every little thing in that moment cuz he needs them to clear the air for his own sanity, after all, she’s pretty much his sanity. 

I love that he’s a little uncertain if she’s still upset with him from their previous conversation and that it just doesn’t sit well with him to be at odds with her so he has to make it right. It’s interesting that he says “We lied to you…” Like first, it’s very mature to own up to it that way and not try to spin it to make it sound better. But also there’s other members of TF who were left out of the loop and yet, as Rick was scheming, the one person he felt he was betraying was Michonne. Since they’re soul mates, going against her is going against himself, thus the guilt. 

He says he wasn’t sure how she’d take it or what she’d do. Now this is curious. I wonder what he thought she might do? Part of me feels like he had to fear she would be disappointed in him and distance herself and he couldn’t handle that so he’d rather make himself crazy trying to keep up appearances for her. I’m so glad they have this heart to heart in the finale so they can realize they never have to keep up appearances for each other again and they can be fully honest with one another. 

I think Michonne is surprised that Rick thinks she’d try and stop him when she asks. Like I think she was hoping he’d know by now that she fully supports him even if they don’t always agree. But I honestly don’t think it’s that he thought she’d try to stop him, it’s that if she so much as sighed to imply what he was doing made her unhappy he would stop doing it effective immediately. I love that Michonne is adamant that Rick understand she knocked him out for his sake not anyone else’s. I think hearing her confidently say “That was for you. Not them.” wakes him up to realize she’s on his team always. 

And then he just lays it all out and confirms that he didn’t tell her about the guns because he was afraid she’d talk him out of it, cuz she could’ve. That’s a lot of control to give someone, especially for an alpha male like Rick. He also has to be very aware of the specialness of Michonne to him for him to admit this. Like he both subconsciously and knowingly values Michonne and her thoughts and feelings. Basically, Rick knows he ain’t dealing with no average chick. 👸🏾

But after Rick sweetly confesses that Michonne basically holds his heart in her hands, Michonne gives one of the best little speeches of the series. Round of applause for Danai cuz she can slay these mini monologues. She starts by reiterating they don’t need their weapons here and she connects to him by making it personal and saying “I don’t need my sword.” Like if you think about that sentence, it’s kind of crazy. 

I’m sure Michonne was not a person pre-ZA who thought she’d ever have to use a sword, let alone become a master at using one. Her wanting ASZ to work and not be violent is her wanting some semblance of normal and safety back, like we’d all want in her situation. She doesn’t want to have to be the sword wielding warrior all the time if she doesn’t have to be and she wants Rick to see that Rick doesn’t have to be “bite yo neck out” Rick all the time if he doesn’t want to be. 

Now let me write out this little portion of what she says next because it’s just beautiful. She tells him; 

 "I think you can find a way. We can find a way. And if we don’t…I’m still with you.“ 

I love that she so eloquently spells it out for him that, honey, she is ride or die. May I break this down? I love that she first voices her belief in him as a man and leader by saying she thinks he can find a way. But then she reminds him he’s not expected to find a way alone by saying we can find a way. And then she says “and if we don’t” because Michonne is not naive. Optimistic, but not naive. She knows stuff can go down and she says “if we don't” cuz they are a unit and so it’s not just up to Rick to figure it out if things go south. It’s so important that Rick hears this and know that Michonne might be hopeful but she’s also ready at any minute to take care of business, so he really doesn’t have to put on a front for her. She sees pros and cons cuz she’s just well rounded like that. Again, 👸🏾. 

And the “I’m still with you” 😍😍😍 Such a great line. I love that she acknowledges the deep bond and partnership they’ve built by telling him that she is with him regardless. By saying “I’m still with you” she’s reminding him that she’s never left. She’s been with him and she has every intention to stay with him through thick and thin. I love that it’s so clear these words mean the world to Rick and he is getting his life in this moment. 

This scene also has a quote from Michonne that resonated with me from the moment I heard it. It’s the last part of her speech to Rick when she says “Something’s gonna happen. Just don’t make something happen.” Those are wise words to live by. Like sometimes we can have the “Raven Baxter” effect (yes, this is a That’s So Raven reference because my TV taste is so versatile 😂 ) but the effect is where you’re so sure you can see something’s going to happen that you essentially will it to happen. It’s such a smart approach to instead think “Something is going to happen, that’s the way life is, but I’m not going to over think or overreact thus forcing something to happen.” Michonne gave us a life lesson right there lol. 

They are so up close and personal as they talk in this scene and the lighting is on point too. And then Michonne softly pushing his gun away and saying “don’t be too long” like the queen and wife she is. Rick deserves a woman who will love and support him and be with him no matter what. He didn’t have that before and I think that he realized in this scene that she was that to him but now it was just a matter of overcoming the PTSD to truly act on this realization.

I missed a lot of their elevator looks but the way that Rick looks at Michonne in this scene. A1👌🏽 It makes sense that a lot of people thought they might kiss. Like looking back now, those two had to end up together. I don’t know a woman or man who could come along and get in a relationship with them and not start to feel insecure about the way those two look at each other and interact. If they were with anyone else, that other person would so clearly sense that their heart belonged to someone else. Like it’s crazy that a scene as intimate and romantic as this was taking place between R&M during the dumb Jessie arc that I couldn’t stand. But I won’t talk too much about that because like so many of you…

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And in this scene, neither did Rick :). This iconic “I’m still with you” scene was special in every way and it was a verbal declaration of their love for each other. For her to look him in his eyes and tell him even if everything falls apart “I’m still with you.” This moment is everything! And it was proof that love “conquers” all (I think all TWD episode titles are about Richonne lol)

I really want “I love you” to be said between R&M at some point in the series, even though they’ve said it countless times in their actions, but if we never get verbal “I love you’s” then this scene will certainly suffice because this was both of their subconsciouses saying those three special words.

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Modern Jonsa. Sansa thinks Jon hates her wearing heels because it makes her so much taller than him. (He doesn't. He's into it.) So she buys him lifts for his shoes because she's not giving up her heels. (It gets weird and they don't like it.)

The only person Sansa had ever liked who was taller than her was Brienne Tarth, who was tragically heterosexual. She wanted to look small and dainty, but she also had legs for days and had every intention of wearing her fuck-me pumps with her dress.

“Do you have a date? For prom?” she hints at Tormund, a few days after Brienne rejected his outlandish promposal (he’d dressed up as a bear, she’d punched him in the face). “I don’t really wanna go alone….” He may be gruff and unmannered, but he was tall and at least their hair matched. That was enough for the photos.

But Tormund just grumbles something and looks at the floor before shuffling away and leaving Sansa alone at her locker.

The next day Jon Snow, next door neighbour to the stars, shows up at her locker with a bouquet of blue roses. He extends them to her with a smile that looks more like a grimace, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you… want to… go to prom… with me?”

Sansa smiles down at the winter roses, breathing them in.

Jon is a good two and a half inches shorter than her, on a good day, with his hair at it’s fluffiest. But he’s so cute and pretty and nice and maybe if he stood on a higher step than her on their staircase when her mom got the pictures everything would work out.

“I’d love to,” she says, and the smile that breaks out over his face makes her want to squeal.

“What are those?” his mom asks as she comes to inspect him in his tux.


Lyanna Snow grimaces. “Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with being 5'7. You don’t have to try impress anyone. Sansa agreed to go out with you knowing how tall you are.”

“Sansa gave me the shoes,” Jon said glumly.

“Oh,” Lyanna said, crossing her arms, clearly regretting helping him plan his “promposal” (if you could call it that) and picking so many of her champion roses. “I guess she’s a little heteronormative.”

“She’s bi… she dated Margaery Tyrell for two years. That’s why I thought the roses would be awkward.”

“I thought the Tyrell girl was really short.”

Jon sighed. It sucked when you were fully grown and your mom had a good three inches on you. He felt downright hobbitesque. “She’s 5'7, actually.”

Jon knocks on Sansa’s door two hours early. Arya opens the door and double takes when she sees him. “You look so tall…” she says suspiciously.

Jon loves Arya like the little sister he’s always wanted but he’s grown tired of the “pint-sized” comments so he doesn’t acknowledge it. “Is your sister home?” he asks.

“Upstairs getting ready.”

He plans on giving Sansa a piece of his mind as he knocks on the door, but when she opens it they’re standing level-eyed for once and she leans over and kisses him for the first time.

“Oh! You’re wearing the shoes!” she says when she pulls away to look at them. “How do they fit.”

“Okay…” he says, and he plans on continuing but she kisses him again.

“I got a hotel room,” she says, “for after.”

He doesn’t know what to say, the speech he’d planned was all about shoes.

“Unless you don’t want to?”

“I want to.”

“Okay,” she grins. “But I need a few more hours to get ready! Come back later!”

Sansa is still five inches taller than her date in her heels, but she doesn’t mind. She keeps them on all night, even when all the other girls had abandoned their heels to dance.

“My feet are so sore,” she complains.

“Mine are too,” Jon says, pulling off his lifts. He’s a little more grumbly than she’d like, given that she’s in her underwear.

“We looked good, though!”

Jon lays back on the bed. “I don’t get what the point was. You wore heels anyway.”

“I didn’t want to bruise your male ego.”

“What? Who am I? Joffrey Baratheon?”

Sansa shrugged. “Boys feel awkward when they know a girl could beat them up.”

At this, Jon begins to laugh uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny?” Sansa asks, perplexed, “masculinity is very sensitive.”

“You think you could beat me up?”

Sansa shrugs, “probably. I’m sure we weigh about the same.”

At that Jon laughs too and he finally pulls off his white tux shirt. Sansa gulps. No, he probably weighs a little bit more, even if she could fit him into her pocket. That’s a lot of muscle. She’s hypnotized by abs that look like they belong on the cover of a romance novel.

He stands up beside her, “wanna fight, then?”

“Um… uh… okay…”

She’s afraid she doesn’t make a very good sparring partner. It only takes a second before he has her underneath him.

anonymous asked:

I have a question , how exactly is Chloe (LIS) Self destructive aside from drugs and alcohol? I'm genuinely wondering . There's the whole "Rachel saved my life " and that means she was suicidal at one point but as far as we know , didn't act on it and didn't self-harm through cutting herself . With her relationships with people and the way she lashes out, is that it ? ~Genuinely Wondering don't hate me

hey there! you seem to acknowledge a bunch of her self-destructive tendencies in this message already! not sure if that’s with the intent of writing them off (like, ‘if i say i recognize this stuff then i can’t be blamed for not agreeing with the sentiment that she’s self-destructive’) or whether it’s just because like, you are on the same page but just aren’t too sure about it/whether that stuff does make her self-destructive?

i mean, either way, i can talk about it a little bit if you want.

(cw self harm abuse self destruction etc) below

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Your Name Kallura AU

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Kallura

Word Count: 3113

Part One

           “Princess Allura, Princess Allura. Up goes the sun, a new day has begun! It is time to awake, Princess.”

           The first thing that Allura registered was that she was being gently shaken awake by her royal advisor, Coran. She struggled to free herself from sleep’s hazy clutches, but she couldn’t completely shake off the feeling that she was forgetting something.

           “I am awake, Coran,” Allura mumbled, as she rose from bed. She gave her royal advisor a smile. “Thank you for waking me, as always.”

           Coran gave her a funny look.

           “Not always, Princess,” Coran said as he twisted one end of his mustache. “Why, just yesterday you were already up before I entered the room! Gave me quite a scare, you did. Especially when you asked me questions of my identity and our whereabouts. You were a bit aggressive, like an angry Klanmurl mother asking for her kidnapped cubs!”

           “I did what?!” Allura asked in disbelief. That was quite disturbing to hear, especially when she had no recollection of it at all.

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A Votron thing..

I wrote this the day after I watched season 2 and it was supposed to be predictions/what I wanted to see happen in season 3 but turned into a really long bullet fic? It’s funny how totally off I know I am now just by stuff from the trailers but I figure I might as well throw this up here now that we’re two hours away..

  • The team has to deal with the fact that shiro is gone and Keith tells everyone about how Shiro wanted him to lead if anything happened to him. Lance immediately points out all of the problems with Keith leading and they get into a big fight that eventually ends with them mutually agreeing that no one is really the leader of voltron, they just need to work together to figure out who’s going to be piloting each lion now.
  • Someone then points out that Pidge isn’t there and Hunk volunteers to go find them (mostly because he’s sick of listening to Keith and Lance argue). He finds Pidge in the room with their big computer/lab setup where they seem very focused on some complicated algorithms.
    • Hunk asks Pidge what they’re up to and Pidge sighs, solemnly telling Hunk about how they found the last known sighting of Matt in the database at Beta Traz and now they can’t focus on anything else until they can figure out where he is.
    • Pidge says something along the lines of: “He’s so close, if I can just figure out where he might have gone… if I can just find him…”
    • Hunk contemplates this and then tells Pidge they should probably tell the rest of the group so everyone can help, and Pidge is like “What? No. No, no, no. I don’t want to distract the team with my personal problems. The universe matters more than just one person…” (obviously they’re thinking back to that one time they tried to leave voltron and Keith yelled at them).
    • Hunk, however, says “Actually, I think finding your brother might be the perfect solution to what we’ve been arguing about for the past hour or so. I mean, Keith and Lance are still gonna brawl it out over who’s piloting the black lion, because, well, you know them, but if they can make their minds up that still leaves one lion without a pilot.”
    • “You… want Matt to pilot a lion?” Pidge starts to argue. “How do we even know one of the lions will accept him? And what about Coran and Allura? Shouldn’t they be our next option?”
    • Hunk defends his position: “Okay, first of all, I know we like to go on about how the lions have to choose their paladin, but we didn’t really give them a lot of options. We just kinda showed up like hey! I’m your paladin now! and they rolled with it. I don’t see why your brother of all people wouldn’t be accepted by them. Second, Allura and Coran need to stay in the castle. Allura’s the only one who can open up wormholes and I highly doubt we’d last very long in a battle without Coran running the rest of the ship.”
    • “Huh. I… kinda see your point.” Pidge starts to agree, but then gets discouraged. “Except, I don’t think the rest of the team will agree. I mean, we’re gonna have to put a lot of energy into finding Matt, energy that could very well just be spent looking for Shiro.”
    • “Uh… looking for Shiro? Where, on the astral plane? Pidge, we have absolutely zero clue what happened to him. Matt, on the other hand, you have a huge lead on.” Hunk really tries to convince Pidge, but in the end they make Hunk promise not to tell the rest of the group. Instead, Hunk agrees to work with it secretly on Pidge.
  • Meanwhile, Keith proves that he can pilot the black lion, and Lance is all like “Fine. Whatever. Just because you pilot the black lion doesn’t mean you’re our leader.”
    • So then Allura is all like “Okay, but that leaves the red lion Paladin-less. I know one lion is going to be left out no matter what, but the red lion is far too picky to accept just anyone. The blue lion on the other hand… might be more eager to accept someone else we pick up. That’s why if Keith is piloting the black lion, I want Lance piloting the red lion.”
    • So then Lance tries to get in red… and she’s not having it. Like, at all. So Keith tries to like, talk to red and says things like “It’s okay, it’ll just be for a little while. Lance isn’t that bad, can’t you just try to work with him?”
    • No luck.
  • Then the team gets a distress call (or something else, it doesn’t really matter, they just have to fight galra or a robeast or something). So everyone’s like “get to your lions!” and Hunk and Pidge just get out there and start fighting, but Lance doesn’t know what to do because he still can’t pilot the red lion! (And like what about the blue lion???)
    • Eventually, Keith just hops in the black lion and is all like “Lance you have to figure this out on your own! Get the red lion to work with you! And Allura, Coran, one of you needs to get in the blue Lion!” Then he takes off and starts helping Pidge and Hunk fight.
    • Allura is pretty obviously annoyed that Keith failed to actually solve the problem and just left, but she just kinda sighs and tells Coran to keep the castle running so she can pilot blue.
    • Lance tries to suck it up and tells everyone that he’ll be out there soon, he just needs a few more minutes, but red is still being 100% uncooperative. Everyone else is shouting things like “C’mon Lance! We need voltron now!” And Lance just starts to break down.
      • He takes his helmet off so no one can hear him cry-yelling at red.
      • “Am I not good enough for you, huh? Is blue the only lion who’ll let me pilot her because I’m that much of a screw-up? Or do you just not want me on the team at all?”
      • At this point he’s just straight up a crying mess, but then red kinda lowers a bit and flashes her eyes, trying to signal to Lance. He looks up: “What is it now?” and suddenly he gets a vision like that first time they found blue.
      • He sees himself flying the black lion, and gets this reassuring feeling that the only reason red was refusing to cooperate was because she knew Lance would make the better black paladin, not because she didn’t trust Lance’s abilities as a pilot.
      • “That’s… really nice of you red…” Lance says quietly, “But if black doesn’t agree then there’s not much I can do…”
      • Red just stands up and roars at the top of her mechanical lungs and the camera cuts to Keith who’s suddenly like “Wha- where are you going?” As black just turns around like, sorry my real paladin is waiting for me and so your lion sweetie.
    • The black lion pulls up in the hanger right in front of Lance and red. Keith is still kinda in shock and not sure what’s going on, but red is staring at him like: I’m waiting for you so he sighs and gets out.
    • “Keith?” Lance asks tentatively, “Do you think… I’m supposed to pilot the black lion? Because red just kinda… told me I should.”
    • “That seems to be what they want.” Keith walks up to Lance, looking kind of resigned. “Just… take this seriously, okay?” He holds out his hand, and Lance takes it, giving him a confident (but not overzealous) smile.
    • “You can count on me.”

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Not your fault // All Boys

Hey guys so this is kind of different unless you can’t please read all the way through because it doesn’t stay sad.

Trigger warning: talk of suicide attempt in depression


Dear Jack,
Hey Curly, I’m sorry this had to happen. I’m so sorry if this hurts. Don’t let this take away your shine. I was one small bump if road that is thousands of miles long. I was a glitch in the system. This was never your fault and don’t let anybody convince you that it was because of you, of all people are the most innocent. You’ve been there for me my entire life since he moved Pennsylvania. I knew I could count on you until this very moment that I’m writing this. I love you you’re my best friend, you are my brother. I just felt this was the only way out and I took the chance while you and the boys were away. I love you I’m so sorry it had to come to this.

Dear Jonah,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry if your left to clean up the mess that I left I’m sorry if I hurt the boys and they will never be better. But this is one thing I had to do for myself. For years I was focused on how you and the rest of the boys or how Jack was feeling how Zach was feeling how Corbin was feeling how Daniel was feeling and I didn’t know how to live for myself. I have been hurting for so long and this is the only way out. I know that you may not agree I know that plenty of people may not agree but sometimes you can’t find the light at the end of the tunnel. This is my life. I love you Jonah and I’m so so sorry.

Dear Zach,
Hey Zach I just need you to know that none of this is your fault none of this will ever be your fault. You were nothing less then an amazing person to me. But I was fighting with Jack you were always trying to make me feel welcome and included and make sure you put my feelings first and I wish you never dis. When you put my feelings first I felt horrible because I knew you were missing your family. I knew you were worried that you were good enough for the band because of how young you were. I love you and I’m so sorry I left you behind.

Dear Corbyn,
I’m sorry. That I thought this is the only way out because to me it is. And I know we listen to Logic’s speech at the VMAs and how you told me that he was right and how there’s always someway help or somebody to help you or someway to get over it but I couldn’t find that way for that person. You always tell me that I would find my way out of the hole I was stuck in. And I did. I found my way out. Just not in the way you thought I would. I hope you and Cristina live a lovely life together because you deserve it both of you. Please tell her that I’m sorry that I love her and I will always be with her. I love you both and I am sorry.

Dear Daniel,
Dear god I love you so much. I loved you then and I will love you for the rest of my life which might not be that long. These past few months that I’ve been here I’ve been with you and the boys have been great. But watching you fall in love with her hurt me like nothing it before. I can’t say I blame you she is very beautiful. What beautiful than I will ever be. I see the way you look at her and I understand it is the same way I look at you and how you used to look at me. Things may have changed maybe for the better maybe for the worst but you also changed possibly for the worst. When I got to LA you promised me you cross your heart and you promised that you would never leave me behind. You left me in the dust. Right when I needed you most you left me. I was falling apart. You still are not to blame. This is not your fault you just weren’t there when I needed you.

I sat on my bed looking at the wall. I had gotten back to the boys house today. My first time here in almost a month. A month spent trying to get better. I thought I found a way out but all I did was find a way to get me closer to living again. The boys were giving me space but I could hear them out in the hall out side of my room.

“You can come in.”

Not even a second later five boys tumbled into my room. They surrounded me on the bed and we sat in silence. Cherishing the time we had together.
After a while everyone but me and Corbyn had fallen asleep.

“Christina was so worried.”

“I’m so sorry I put you guys through that.”

“You are not aloud to be sorry. You cannot say that. Because even though you said it was not our fault we still feel guilty because we didn’t pick up on the signs.”

“I was good at hiding them.”

“I know. But we could have still seen them. If you ever need anything ever need anybody to drive you anywhere to help you get some please go to see somebody please just ask. Anyone of us would drop everything in an instant for you. You are one of the most important people in all of our lives. Sometimes you’re more poor than Cristina and this is one of the times. We love you and we need you here with us on this journey because we cannot do this alone. Don’t leave us.”

That was very emo and I just want you guys to know that my messages are always open if you need to talk about anything. Ever. Any time of day.

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Just my thoughts on the whole issue with pewdi & what you shared with the pic of the girl saying her opinion. I don't want to be the one to say the controversial thing but I do believe words are just words. Now please don't take what I'm saying out of context. I DO NOT agree what he said was ok BUT I do agree he should have the right to say what he wants. We are free human beings who should be allowed to make our own choices long as no one gets physically harmed & yes white people do get

Privileged & black people are definitely discriminated but getting so angry & people constantly trying censor what we are allowed to say are just taking all of our freedoms away. Why should anyone be able to tell you what you are allowed to say? Are we not allowed to say certain things over hurt feelings? Again, please don’t take what I’m saying out of context. Yes you shouldn’t use such words because it is disrespectful to the people who are offended by such words but I also believe he/she

should be allowed to make that choice for him or herself on what words they want to use. All I’m trying to say is I believe all these morally gray issues (IMO) are just driving us to something worse if we don’t find a compromise. I don’t believe us getting so passionate over such issues help us come to a reasonable conclusion on what we should do. All we’re doing is allowed governments to have more control over what we’re allowed to do & that affects us all in a far bigger outcome if we let it.

Again & I can’t emphasize this enough, I don’t believe the issues of race should be ignored. I truly acknowledge it exists but please try to see how all these issues are just going to get so worse if we allow governments to control our words for us. Ultimately I just want us all to see we’re in this together & we need to look at everyone’s perspectives. The people who agree that words are just words are not bad people, just people who see it differently. I just want us to see how much we could achieve if we just let go of the past & work on making all of us the best we can be now.   

There are quite a few bones I have to pick with everything you’ve said here.

1) You seem to be implying that freedom of speech = using derogatory words to dehumanize a race of people who have been trying to reclaim the word to take the hate out of it.

2) You’re making it sound like it’s such a chore to literally stop saying a certain word that isn’t okay for non-black people to say given our (white people’s) part in history with that word.

3) “We are free human beings who should be allowed to make our own choices long as no one gets physically harmed” - have you seen what’s been happening? Black people are getting killed by the same system that think it’s okay to throw around the n word, these things aren’t separate.

4) Morally gray issues???? Racism is a gray area for you?? What about racism is so gray that you just can’t admit that saying the word unless you’re black is wrong?

5) You say that we should find a compromise, why do we have to compromise black people’s right to feel safe or human? Whatever compromise you’re talking about idk why we should be okay with racists using the word. 

6) “I don’t believe us getting so passionate over such issues help us come to a reasonable conclusion on what we should do” - The reason there is so much passion about this is because people aren’t listening, Pewdiepie using that word and having a shit ton of people back him up is proof of that.

7) Your whole last paragraph just gives me a headache fam, you’re excusing people who use the word and refuse to face what the word represents. Idk why you keep brining up the government when it’s literally people coming to the realisation that the word is not okay to say unless you’re black. You can say that you don’t think race issues should be ignored all you want but you’re still defending people who use the word, you’re refusing to respect black people when they keep telling white people to cut it out. Sounds pretty racist to me.

I feel like I’ve said too much at this point bc at the end of the day I’m a white person and my opinion on this isn’t what matters in the grand scheme of things so don’t worry I’m gonna shut up now, I was gonna delete these asks but they annoyed me too much.