i dont know what you want me to say

anonymous asked:

im in my 20s and i get creeped out by some of the adults in these discourses. seeing other adults basically groom 13/14/15 year olds into getting into toxic discourse is so gross. i see it with antis and also in @ce d/scourse too. then the kids get harassed and attacked and the adults dont even have the common sense to tell these kids to turn their ask boxes off or to just step away. they just add fuel to the fire instead

bless your fucking soul my dude. but this is literally what hurts me the most because they know that these people would believe anything that they say. when you join a fandom, you want to make friends. some people can’t even find friends irl, this is their escape. why do you think so many adult antis love to bring up safe spaces? because they can manipulate anyone in their own private space. 

they were there before, some people just don’t learn from the mistake but learn from the process. 

its this fucked up cycle. i say “i hope things change” even though shit like this will always exist.

anonymous asked:

hello, I'm ftm trans and I'm struggling with awful dysphoria and I really want to come out to my parents so they might be able to help me transition I was going to come out when i was out of the house but i dont think i can wait. i dont know how theyll react because they let me cut my hair short and wear boxers etc (all things unsupportive people wouldn't do) but theyve shown dislike for trans people in the past (not recently though) i really feel like i need to come out bc the dysphoria is 1/2

Kii says:

We never got the second part of your ask, so please resend what you want to ask.

i dont know how to talk to her she says stuff like “what would make you happy right now?? what do you want to do??” w the intense voice and intense eye contact and she leans forward and im just like good god woman i dont know what you mean by that there are too many variables please dont mess w me

not trying to be unapproachable but what’s with all those guys in college wanting to talk to me about zelda without even knowing there’s games other than ocarina of time lmao…. my life doesn’t revolve around it so dont joke about me playing all day when i say i didn’t work on my project (for actual reasons) just bc all you know about me is that i like zelda

teasmish  asked:

aaaaaa i don't want to be an ass but in there's a grammar mistake in your Dementia drawing 'i am destroying it all' would be 'lo estoy destruyendo todo.' im not saying this to be a dick i just wanted to make sure you knew and it is an amazing drawing nonetheless, awesome job ;0 !!

i know i noticed late thats what happens when you are running on 2 hours of sleep kids


dont be like me

what they say: you’re using your mental illness as an excuse 

what they mean: i care more about the thing you couldn’t do than your mental health 

what they say: try yoga/a healthy diet/just being happy/etc. 

what they mean: i dont know what mental illnesses are or how they affect people 

what they say: youre overreacting 

what they mean: my microscopic brain cannot comprehend that people feel, think and act differently, especially when they have mental illnesses making them act/feel/think a certain way 

what they say: you just want attention 

what they mean: i dont understand that humans need attention and affection to survive, that wanting attention is nothing bad, and that just bc i noticed doesnt mean you actually wanted me to notice

my favorite things said by mickey milkovich

“fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you”
“what do we look like a couple of fags for sale to you?”
“well this aint macy’s bitch, and you aint window shopping”
“im fucking gay, a big ol’ mo"
“like stab that fat fucking mick who keeps tryna steal my jello!”
“LOOK, DONT WORRY, WE’LL GET A DICK IN YOU AS SOON AS WE CAN”
“rise and fucking shine, cinderella”
“GUESS WHAT WE’VE BEEN DOIN DADDY? WE’VE BEEN FUCKIN”
“line up a shot for the Abe Lincoln of mouth whores”
“I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE SAYING”
“fuck off”
“you callin’ me gay?”
“christ, close the door, nobody wants to see that mandingo shit!”
“they’re not climbing Everest, they’re climbing dick”
“you come all the way down here to talk about my pubes?”
“those fingers go anywhere near that cock, i'mma break every knuckle in your hand! all fifteen of em’.”
“you wanna chit-chat more or you wanna get on me?”

i love shameless more than i love my family holy shit.

anonymous asked:

"The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” with Cass pleaseeee

Cassian: *walks in Feysand’s room* Hey Rhys! Rhys! Wake up! I need you to do me a favour.

Rhys: *groans* It’s the middle of the night Cassian!! What do you want?

Cassian: *entusiastically* Tomorrow at lunch, I need you to say how good I am at teaching baby bats how to fly

Rhys: *confused* But you are not teaching them?

Cassian: *puts a finger on Rhys’ mouth* sshh you idiot, be quiet. She’ll hear you.

Rhys: Who? Cassian this is ridic-

Cassian: *whispers* Nesta of course! What kind of question is that?

Rhys: *rubs his eyes* Cassian, please, I don’t understand what this all is about.

Cassian: The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids, Rhys. Everyone knows that!

*tomorrow at lunch*

Rhys: *speaking loud on purpose* So Cassian, the rumor is you’re a very good teacher.

Elain: What are you teaching?

Cassian: *not so subtly glancing at Nesta* I’m teaching little Illyrians how to fly.

Elain: Oh that is incredible. Did you hear that, Nesta?

Nesta: *uninterested* Poor children want to learn how to fly as soon as possible so they can get away from him

*later*

Elain: Rhysand, I umm, where can I find that place where Cassian is with children?

Elain: *gets elbowed by Nesta* And, uhh, I blackmailed Nesta into coming with me.

Rhys: *looks like he’ll be sick* Meet me in two hours, I’ll fly you.

Rhys and Cassian: *gather all children possible and bribe them so they won’t say the truth*

The book has a maroon jacket and embossed spine. It’s older, and he can tell when he picks it up and leafs through the pages. The musty smell reaches his nose and makes him sneeze into his arm. With a sniffle, he fans through the book, and it doesn’t take him long to realize it was one of Erwin’s.

His heart seizes, and he leaves the book open in his lap. He thinks about Erwin every day, sometimes every second, but Erwin’s never a surprise. Thinking of him is a constant, and the physical things that conjure Erwin are cataloged and sterilized. When Levi encounters them, he does so with bravery. Indifference. He has Erwin compartmentalized at this point into his psyche. The only place Erwin could affect him is in his dreams.

But this book. This book is different. It has Levi spooked, and he isn’t sure how to move forward. He turns a page. The language is old, the information flowery and, at this point, incorrect. It must have been Erwin’s father’s, and somehow having that knowledge made the book that much more difficult to hold. Another page and he discovers it’s talking about the ocean. His breathing gets caught in his chest as he reads.

Oceans are bodies of water with high salt content. They can range in color depending on location, from deep sapphire to gleaming turquoise. It is predicted that the ocean covers more of the surface of the world than land. Nobody has ever been able to touch the deepest depth of an ocean. Strange creatures are thought to originate under the surface.

Levi slaps the book shut and places it next to him. He brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs.

It wasn’t anything like that. The ocean was beautiful and living and moving. It was vast and mysterious and deep. It tasted different, like an exotic delicacy. And he supposed at the time that it was. They had never tasted freedom like that before–and that’s all the ocean was.

Freedom.

His chest grows tight, and there’s a sound emitting from his throat that’s foreign and hoarse. God dammit, he should have been there. He should have been at his side, their cloaks catching the wind like the sails of the ships illustrated on the book pages. He had fought the longest and hardest out of all of them. He got them all here. If it wasn’t for him…

The sob comes out long and hard, and Levi has never felt something shake through him so violently. His moaning cry echoes in the room as the tears pool and drop from his eyes. It wasn’t anything like that. It wasn’t some simple pages on a piece of paper. It was so fucking beautiful and Erwin wasn’t there. He wasn’t there, and it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his whole life. He hated the ocean. He fucking hated it.

His hands ball into his hair as he pushes his forehead into his knees. He struggles to breathe, but he doesn’t care. His sobs turn silent as he gasps in air. Erwin wasn’t there, and he’s not here now, and he can’t fucking stand it. Tears fall salty like the waters of the ocean, and he wishes so badly to drown in them.

The text above is an excerpt from a ficlet my lovely @gouguruheddo wrote for this pic to rip my heart completely into pieces <3 Thank you love.

lance : shiro, you’re the senior officer here. what should we do ? 

shiro : (I DONT FREAKING KNOW OH MY GOD LANCE I AM ONLY 6 HOW SHOULD I KNOW WHAT TO DO WE’RE IN A GIANT LION ROBOT LOST IN SPACE WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME I AM JUST A CHILD OMG QUICK QUICK SAY SOMETHING SHIRO THEY MUST NOT KNOW )

shiro : yeah we are a team let’s decide together

cuz we’re on fire (🔥) we’re on 🔥we’re on 🔥 now yeah we’re on 🔥 we are on 🔥 we’re on 🔥 now!!!! i dont 🙅‍♂️care what people say (🗣) when we’re togeeeether (👬) you know i wanna be the one who holds 🤝you in your sleep 😴 i just want it to be you👇🏻👆🏻 and i forever 🔁 i know you wanna leave 🆓🚀so come on baby be with me 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 so happily 🌈

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

Masterlist

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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anonymous asked:

hey i just wanted to tell you how much i love your art. i don't really know how i can express how much your art helps me through hard days sometimes. like it's so beautiful but it also makes me feel really intense things?? when i look at the pictures i feel like i'm there. your art shows a lot of emotions somehow and it's amazing. thank you for creating those masterpieces !!

aa. .…i dont even know what to say… ///// thank u so much …gosh . .thank u …hope i can continue to create artwork that brings u comfort n joy n stuff. . // jeeze.. .

The thing about Damianos Akielos is that he is a Hot Commodity. There’s probably a 30 page waiting list out there of people who want a chance to date him. The only problem is that since the age of fourteen, he’s never been single for more than a week. A week!

“He sounds great,” the bartender says, polishing a glass. Laurent realises that he’s been speaking out loud. He is drunk. He also realises that this bartender - Rick, or Mick, or Mike, or whatever his nametag says, words are a little blurry at this point - doesn’t realise the magnitude of the situation at hand.

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Do you know what else we needed in the Hamilton musical? Washington roasting Alexander after the Reynolds Pamphlets.

- Alex is in his office when someone knocks at the door.

- Since Eliza won’t talk to him and his political enemies are done with him, he thinks it’s his son.

- So he goes to the door, apologizing while he opens it, and saying that all this mess will end soon.

- But when he looks who’s there it’s George who's standing in front of him with a dead glare.

- Alexander shivers because it’s even worse than when they shot Lee with Laurens.

- GWash just pushes the papers against his chest and say in a very low and slow voice “Have you ever thought of the consequences.”

- And Hamilton goes like “It was- it was for my legacy! I thought that if I was honest, people understood!”

- Georges just grabs him by the shoulders and says “Alexander, you don’t get the point! ‘Protecting my legacy’ always those words in your head! But for having a legacy, you first need to grow-up a bit! You acted with egoism! Like a child!" 

-There’s a silence, Washington let him go and he says "And Miss Reynolds. Have you thought of her?”

- “You were her lifeboat. She trusted you. And betrayed them in the most disgusting way, only for your little privilege. You lied to her. You call that being honest?!”

- Georges stands a little further. “What happened to you. How did you become like that?”

- Alex just lowers his head, in shame. Few minutes or few seconds pass and suddenly GWash says very coldly: 

-“Hamilton.”

- “Sir, I-”

- “I won’t call you son anymore.” Alexander’s starts to shake because this sentence remembers him of his childhood.

- “I don’t want any monster in my family.”

- And he leaves Alexander who shatters

7

3/1/17
BOOM SO MUCH OF MY FACE!

I felt compelled to make this post due to a few posts I have been seeing on tumblr along with other comments I have seen about “get a girl who can do both.” And lesbian stereotypes

To all of you ladies out there: LGBTQ-ABCDEFwhatever….

WEAR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO WEAR!!!!

YES I AM A GIANT HOMOSEXUAL.

YES I AM A TOMBOY WHO MOSTLY WEARS BOYS CLOTHING FROM THE LITTLE BOYS SECTION OF THE STORE!

BUT I ALSO FROM TIME TO TIME LIKE TO DRESS UP! I AMMMM A GIRL! I AMMMMM A GIRL THAT LIKES TO DRESS LIKE A GIRLY GIRL SOMETIMES WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

NO I DONT FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE

NO I DONT FEEL WEIRDDD

I LOOK HOT AS FUCK

SO DONT SAY TO ME “uhhh you’re wearing THAT?”

YES BITCH IM WEARING THIS

YES BITCH IM WEARING MAKE UP

YES BITCH I LOOK GOOD

DONT LET ANYONE LET YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CANT WEAR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT TO WEAR JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR SEXUALITY OR PERSONALITY OR HAIR CUT OR BODY TYPE OR FUCKING EYE COLOR I DONT FUCKING KNOW JUST DONT LET THEM MAKE YOU FEEL WEIRD OR UGLY CUZ YOU A HOT BITCH WORK THAT SHIT OKAY

alright I’m done. That’s all I gotta say.

End rant.

As a general rule I don’t like Supercorp fics where Kara works for Lena in any capacity because of you want that dynamic why not just make it supercat?

But can I say nothing makes me laugh as hard as the idea of Kara being like “babe can we try something? A little roleplay??” And Lena being like “of course babe” and Kara is like “ok cool let’s pretend you’re ….. oh I don’t know a CEO and I’m your secretary” and Lena is like “um” and Kara is like “also you’re really bossy and mean to me but I’m into it also you say my name wrong as a power move” and Lena is like “UM” and Kara is like “call me Keira”

  • some abled people: *calls disabled people every term in the book, even if it makes a disabled person uncomfortable or is considered a slur*
  • me: cant you just say disabled? seriously, thats what i am, thats what i want to be called.
  • some abled people: stop overreacting, they all mean the same thing anyway, and thats just what you are right?
  • me: god, some abled people just dont get it-
  • some abled people: ????? what???!!1 how dare u, cant you just say normal,,, theres no need for labels ya know!!!!1
the story of how isak discovers that even has a teddy bear

“Is that a teddy bear?”

Even jumps. He had thought he was being so subtle, smuggling Nas (his, yes, teddy bear) into the cardboard box in the middle of the room while Isak was in the bathroom.

“No,” he says quickly, using one of the shirts in the box to hide Nas under and turning back to Isak in the doorway with what he hopes is an innocent expression.

Isak walks towards him slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Yes, it is, Even. You can’t lie to me, I’m the master liar.”

“You’re not the master liar. And I’m not lying.”

Isak reaches under the shirt in the box and pulls out Nas by one of his legs (which, by the way, is very insensitive to the little bear) and holds him out towards Even with an amused expression.

Even grabs him from Isak, and holds him more gently. “Be careful with Nas!”

Isak’s mouth drops open in a silent laugh. “you called your teddy bear Nas?”

Even folds his arms, slyly hiding Nas from Isak’s view. “No. I don’t have a teddy bear.”

Isak raises his eyebrows, still giggling sliightly. “I can’t believe we’re moving in together, and I didn’t even know you have a teddy bear.”

“I don’t have a teddy bear? This isn’t a teddy bear, Isak.”

“What is it then?”

“The world’s best rapper,” Obviously. Isak should know this. And then - “Formerly known as Snuggles,” he mumbles, looking down.

Even looks at Isak, who seems to be combusting from trying so hard not to fall over laughing.

“Stop laughing at me,” Even pouts, trying his best to be mad at Isak (but how can he, when Isak is so cute?)

Isak coughs and tries to keep a straight face. “Why did you-” he coughs again “-why did you change it’s name?”

Even quickly places Nas back into the box and turns around. “We’ve got work to do, Isak. No time to talk!”

He busies himself with emptying his desk instead of looking at Isak, who comes to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Even’s stomach and resting his head on Even’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Isak says, and Even can hear the smile in his voice, “and you don’t have to be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not cute. I’m 194cm of manly and incredible.”

“You’re cute,” Isak insists. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t tell me you changed your teddy bear’s name from Snuggles to Nas and not tell me why.”

Even doesn’t speak. He knows Isak will persuade him to talk eventually, but for now he focusses on sorting through the old drawings on his desk.

“Tell me,” Isak whines, squeezing Even tighter, and then whispering, “I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“You’ll give me one anyway,” Even replies, because if there’s one thing he’s certain of it’s that.

Isak huffs. “Eviiiiiiii.”

Even rolls his eyes, despite the fact that Isak won’t be able to see it. “So, I was twelve years old.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve had Nas since I was three,” he pauses to snort, “He’s almost as old as you.”

“Shut up and tell me why you changed his name.”

“Demanding, much?”

“I’m glad we have a couch in the new place, because you’re sleeping on it.”

Even rolls his eyes again, and then says “I changed his name because I didn’t want my first girlfriend to judge me.”

After about five seconds of silence, Even feels Isak’s entire body start to shake with laughter. “When you were twelve?”

Even sighs loudly. “Yes, Isak, when I was twelve.”

“That’s awesome. Now I’m just imagining twelve-year-old you, thinking you were all that because your teddy bear was called Nas and not Snuggles.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”