i hate this one seriously it's shit

I adore how people are just so salty about the nick tmnt. It’s getting to the point to where it’s funny. Like the kind that’s stupid. That kinda funny. Like god forbid people actually enjoy the damn cartoon for once. Shit.

I’d love to one day be able to scroll through a ship tag without seeing unecessary salty ship hate. Like I will never understand the need to be anti, go and blog about the ships you love rather than shitting on other people’s happiness??

mieczyslawstilestate  asked:

Mate! I can't. Teen Wolf is a fuckig joke. I can't even be mad or salty anymore. It's laughable. Season 6 is a fucking Fanfiction. A bad written one and its fucking hilarious!

I seriously think that Jeff has had enough of Srydia shippers and their shit and decided to make a srydia fanfiction that even Srydia shippers were going to hate. This or he is insane. Or he said fuck it and gave all the power to Angela Harvey and then left to Bahamas, to drink fancy cocktails and flirt with cute guys.

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I’m proud but also really hate it. (?) :’D

★Original video by Brandon Rogers: (here) & (here)

★ If you have an idea for another Brandon RogersxFNAF video, I’m open to any suggestions. (only if I’m inspired lmao)

I fucking hate that stupid goddamn fruitsoftheape100 blog with a burning passion. Nobody cares about fucking Elmer and his stupid book of shapes. Why do people in this deep blue hell care about that dumbass ape roleplay blog that types like Kanaya Maryam from goddamn Homestuck. The entire thing shows how this website has no humor anymore and I seriously just hate fucking Elmer. His responses aren't funny. I hate that blog more than anything. I don’t care. Fucking ‘display your wares ‘ what the fuck does that mean? Nobody fucking knows but everybody finds it fucking hilarious. Don’t think the sandsvendor100 blog is being let off easily either. Has this website really gone so far into its SJW loving assholes that god fucking damnit if I see one more fucking Elmer or Seymour post on my dash I will flip a goddamn shit

I hate all those posts I’m seeing lately along the effect of “that one friend in the friend group who doesn’t know how to whisper/has no inside voice/etc.” Like seriously, voice volume regulation is so difficult for some people, it’s common amongst auties for example. Seriously, I’m shit at it and it’s like: I’m not trying to be too loud, it’s that I have literally no control over this.

anonymous asked:

why are tomatoes on hamburgers controversial???? is there seriously discourse™ abt that? ive never seen it, i always saw it as a common hamburger topping tbh

i saw ONE(1) post that was like “i don’t trust people who put tomatoes on their hamburgers” or some shit and its like… i mean ok have fun with your dry ass burger you hateful B*tch

One of the wildest things about tumblr is the “lifting community”. Literally just teenage shoplifters who steal hundreds to thousands of dollars of luxury items, like make-up, and then post their “hauls” on Tumblr and boast about how much they steal.

Then, when you call them on it, they switch from “kek look @ all this shit I got for free, lifting is life, my goal is $1.5K next time!!!” to “I only shoplift because capitalism is bad and this is the highest form of protest, it has nothing to do with being sticky-fingered and greedy and selfish, and also, if you have a problem with it it means you are a capitalist shill who doesn’t care about homeless people who need to steal to survive.”

Except, these kids are never homeless. Most of them are middle-class white girls who know they can get away with little more than a slap on the wrist if they get caught. They pretend that stealing for fun and pleasure is comparable to stealing out of necessity, and insist over and over again that no minimum-wage workers ever suffer from cut hours or dismissal because of theft during their shifts (and swear at those who have experienced exactly that, saying ‘be mad at your boss, not recreational shoplifters’ as if you can’t have a problem with both).

  • me: homestuck is a bad series and i honestly dont even care about it anymore. hussie is way too cocky and convoluted and the story has deteriorated severely and im just reading for the characters i like, despite them being treated unfairly
  • someone unironically on my dash: i hate homestuck
  • me: hold the Fuck up

What Say: I Am Fine

What Mean:  I fucking hate that stupid goddamn fruitsoftheape100 blog with a burning passion. Nobody cares about fucking Elmer and his stupid book of shapes. Why do people in this deep blue hell care about that dumbass ape roleplay blog that types like Kanaya Maryam from goddamn Homestuck. The entire thing shows how this website has no humor anymore and I seriously just hate fucking Elmer. His responses aren’t funny. I hate that blog more than anything. I don’t care. Fucking ‘display your wares ‘ what the fuck does that mean? Nobody fucking knows but everybody finds it fucking hilarious. Don’t think the sandsvendor100 blog is being let off easily either. Has this website really gone so far into its SJW loving assholes that god fucking damnit if I see one more fucking Elmer or Seymour post on my dash I will flip a goddamn shit

I hate when posts that say something along the lines of “Support Demisexuality!” and the immediate response afterwards is in all caps and bold “SUPPORT ASEXUALITY IN GENERAL, ACTUALLY NO, ALL SEXUALITY. AND FUCK IT, RACES TOO. MAN JUST SUPPORT FUCKING EVERYTHING YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”  

Like seriously NOBODY is saying that the more popular or well known part of these things DON’T deserve support, just that this ONE SPECIFIC part of these sub-categories almost never get acknowledged or have any light shone upon them so, yeah, its nice to give them a spotlight evry once in a while.

Its like “Hey You, Kid! Yeah You! Specifically You. Good job for being You!” and everyone deserves that every once in a while. Blanket acknowledgment isn’t really the same as personal acknowledgment.

my rant bc done

i am so mad at everyone.
1. im not mad at johnnie or jessica or the people backing johnnie or the people backing jessica, im mad at this fandom as a whole. we drove taylor away, dont deny it bc we did. so many of you dont understand, having taylor on tumblr, getting in on our jokes, sending us things talking to us it was all a LUXURY. it was absolutely amazing and bc of all this shit that has gone on we actually drove her away from us. seriously, this whole thing should have stayed between the victims and the accused, i dont give a fuck who said what, i dont give a fuck what was said and what was true or edited or what the fuck ever, i dont care. you know why i dont care ? BC ITS NONE OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS. YES OKAY HATE IS HORRIBLE. DISGUSTING RUDE IGNORANT HATE IS ALL OF THOSE THINGS EVERYONE KNOWS THAT AND IF HE DID OR DIDNT IT DOESNT MATTER, NO ONE SHOULD EVER HATE ANYONE AND IF IT HAPPENED IT WAS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN THE WRONG.
however. this is the INTERNET. theres going to be shit people. theres going to be people who dont know you and will say shit about you and you know what? ACCEPT THAT OR GET OFF THE FRICKEN INTERNET. everyone warns you when your 8 years old that you dont know who your talking to, that millions of people are on at the exact same time as you and you DONT KNOW THEM. so if some dickhead comes along saying how ugly your page is then honey USE THE FUCKING BLOCK BUTTON OKAY LIKE SERIOUSLY BLOCK THE FUCK OUTTA THAT SLOB BC THEY HAVE NO SAY IN WHO YOU ARE OR HOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE. okay? this didnt need to blow up as big as it has, and now theres FUCKING news articles being written about it bc its so blown out of proportion that apparently taylor was threatening to leave us and hates us and we hate her and whatever bullshit they came up with
again, i link back to, IF YOU WERE NOT INVOLVED,THIS SITUATION IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
YOU DONT HAVE TO FORGIVE EACHOTHER. HELL YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO APOLOGISE BUT YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO ? KEEP IT BETWEEN YOU TWO, BLOCK EACHOTHER AND CARRY ON WITH YOUR LIVES CUS LET ME TELL YOU WHEN YOUR 40 YEARS OLD THERES NO CHANCE IN HELL YOUR GONNA BE SITTING THERE GOING “sigh remember that boy on instagram that told me that my blog was ugly wow he was so right im so shit at everything” OR “ oh remember that girl on instagram that i told to kill herself i hope shes okay and didnt take me too seriously wow sorry RANDOM STRANGER” LIKE UGH OKAY YES BULLYING IS BAD YES HE NEEDED TO APOLOGISE AND NO SHE DIDNT HAVE TO FORGIVE HIM
BUT THEY COULD HAVE WORKED TOGETHER TO MAKE SURE THIS THING DIDNT GET AS BIG AS IT DID BUT THEY DIDNT DO THAT AND THATS WHAT IM MAINLY PISSED ABOUT

2. LEAVE. TAYLOR. ALONE.
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TAYLOR. NOTHING. AT ALL. NOT EVEN A SMIDGIN. NOTHING. JUST. NOTHING. SHE HASNT SAID A WORD ABOUT WHATS BEEN DONE, SHE HASNT CHOSEN A SIDE OR PICKED ON ANYONE OR SAID ANYTHING WAS WRONG ALL SHES DONE WAS LIKE ABOUT 5 POSTS ALL ALONG THE LINES OF “HOW ABOUT WE JUST STAY OUT OF IT” BUT NOOOOOOO YOU ALL JUST HAD TO PUSH DIDNT YOU? YOU MAY SAY THAT IM SO FAR UP HER ASS I CANT SEE WHEN SHE MAKES A MISTAKE OR SOME BULLSHIT LIKE THAT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? IF STICKING UP FOR THE PEOPLE I LOVE IS KISSING ASS THEN MY HAND IS STRAIGHT IN THE AIR I AM THE BIGGEST ASS KISSER ON THE INTERNET. YOUR ALL ACTING LIKE SHES MADE THIS HUGE FUCK UP BUT LIKE WTF HAS SHE ACTUALLY DONE? NOTHING???? AND EVEN OUT OF SOME BIZARE REASONING YOU THINK SHES IN THE WRONG, I DONT KNOW WHERE YOU ALL LIVE BUT OVER HERE IN AUSTRALIA WE GOT THIS PRETTY BIG THING CALLED MATESHIP. WHICH BASICALLY MEANS HAVING YOUR MATES BACK 24/7. EVEN THEY FUCK UP. DO YOU ALWAYS AGREE WITH IT? NO. DO YOU SUPPORT THEM ANYWAY? YES. WHY? BECAUSE THEIR YOUR FUCKING MATE. YOUR THE ONES THAT ARE ALWAYS PREACHING AND PREYING ABOUT HOW TAYLORS YOUR BEST FRIEND, YET YOU TURN ON HER AS SOON AS SHE HAS A DIFFERENT OPINION TO YOU. WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU? CUS I KNOW FOR CERTAIN I WOULDNT WANT YOU IN MY LIFE IF YOUR DEFINITION OF MATESHIP IS LEAVEING AND ACCUSING ME OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT READING BETWEEN THE LINES FUCKERY EVERY TIME I HAVE A DIFFERENT OPINION FROM YOU. TAYLOR IS ALWAYS GETTING SHIT FROM THE MEDIA, ALWAYS, AND NOW YOUVE STARTED TOO? SOME PEOPLE HAVE EVEN SAID THEY DONT CARE IF SHE COMES BACK ON TUMBLR LIKE EXCUSE YOU????? YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MAY NOT CARE BUT YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS THAT I DO. YES SHE FOLLOWS ME AND YES THAT IS AMAZING BUT IVE NEVER GOTTEN TO TELL HER HOW MUCH I LOVE HER AND HOW MUCH SHE FUCKING MEANS TO ME AND IM NOT GONNA STOP UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, AND NOW ALL YOU DICKHEADS HAVE MADE IT A MILLION TIMES HARDER, ALL BC YOU THINK SHE SHOULDVE PRESSED A BUTTON WHEN SHES ON A SOCIAL MEDIA SITE. GET. FUCKED.

I MAY LOOSE FOLLOWERS FOR THIS BUT YOU KNOW WHAT CANT TAKE IT DONT GIVE IT. NOW BC IVE JUST SPENT 20 MINUTES OF MY LIFE WRITING THIS FOR YOU UNEDUCATED IDIOTS IF I FAIL MY HISTORY ASSIGNMENT ITS ON YOU. IM ANGRY. BYE.

okay so i really wanted to like the lis fandom, but theres just so much hate, it really makes me sad, and its mostly about ships which is ridiculous on its own. you hate a ship?? fine. what bothers me more are posts that are like “only gross heteros ship that” or “if you ship this please stop” like okay yes im talking about warren x max, but it’s obvious 90% of the fandom ships max with one of the girls, so??? i really dont see why some people have the need to nonetheless still shit on the small group that ships warren and max? it’s just mean. seriously ship what you want but you don’t need to be mean to people that think differently. 

ICHIHIME IS A LOT LIKE NARUHINA. I REPEAT, ICHIHIME IS A LOT LIKE NARUHINA IN DYNAMIC.

I’m sorry, but it’s a thing and no amount of “Naruto’s ending was shit because Sakura didn’t get together with Naruto” is going to chabge that.

Like, guys. You may hate Naruhina all you want, but seriously. It has a lot of similarities and that’s a fact. At least, in the arechetypal category.

What I don’t understand is how some of you can compare it to Narusaku. Narusaku was such a glorified m e s s.

The end of the new episode gave me a few writing ideas so I’m just gonna dump them here.

Carol leaves. She’s tired of killing, tired of loving and leaving and getting hurt. So she heads back to the one place she knows no one she loves will ever return to. She heads for Atlanta. She heads for Grady. There are worse places, she reasons, and Beth’s killer is dead. It would be fine.

She finds a car, uses back roads instead of highways, and she’s back in Georgia in only a few days- a far better record than getting to Virginia. Atlanta is the war zone she remembers, and she picks her way into the heart of it, until she’s back in that parking lot, staring at the corpses and the fire truck and the doors, and she just has to knock.

She does. And Beth answers.

Carol faints. They bring her in, hushed whispers following her, and when she wakes up she meets Beth’s blank stare. “They say I knew you,” she intones, curious. “Before I was shot.”

“Beth,” Carol sobs, because as much of a miracle as this is, here is one more person she would kill for. One more person she must protect, she must love, and it hurts her so much that she amid the interest in those blue eyes, she sees no recognition.

Carol stays.

She reasons to herself that it’s a safe place, that she can’t afford to be picky, that Beth doesn’t know her so why should she be bothered to love and protect her, and she buries the happy burst of agony when Beth whistles the Parting Glass, or when she furrows her brow and asks her in a wondrous tone, “Where’s Maggie?”

Carol tells her stories and watches her remember.

And when Beth finally asks her, voice soft and hesitant, where Daryl is, Carol tells her honestly that she doesn’t know. It’s been months since she left Alexandria, months where anything could have happened. But Beth just stares at her, wide-eyed, and she can’t help but continue, “He was alive when I left them. In Alexandria.”

To her relief, Beth doesn’t ask why she’s no longer there.

In the mornings, Carol wakes at seven, eats a small breakfast, and then works at the pantries, taking inventory of what they have, what they need. Beth usually sneaks her a lollipop or a small cup of coffee, and Carol knows immediately that Beth is gone because there are cans missing, there is no smile waiting, and she curses herself for staying. Staying was a curse, was her curse. Because no matter where, no matter how long, no matter why you stayed, it always ends in leaving.

She follows Beth, or she thinks she does, the path of footprints in dusty roads and dried blood puddles leading the way. She’s caught up by afternoon, when she finds her waiting at the edge of the city, a squirrel skinned and cooked and Beth offers her the meat with the brightest smile Carol can remember.

“Daryl taught me,” Beth confides, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “How to track and hunt. I made sure you’d be able to follow me.”

Carol can’t bring herself to smile back and Beth’s grin dies, slowly slipping away.

“Why, Carol?” Beth wonders. Not really asking so much as just thinking out loud. “Why are you here?”

There’s no clarification. Carol knows she’s probably thinking about why she followed Beth out, or maybe why she left the group, but all Carol can think of is the string of bodies she had left, the lives she had used to protect what was hers. She’s only alive because she’d been weak enough to belief that killing had made her strong.

“I’m better with you.” Carol says instead, the words feeling natural and true. “If you’re here, maybe there’s hope, after all.”

Beth nods, as if everything had been answered. Maybe it had.

They travel slowly, and Carol watches Beth hum as they walk, or smiles when she points out the sunsets, laughs at the ideas of stories in the stars. It’s almost nice except for the walkers, but they feel almost like a joke now. Easy, now that they’ve lived in their world for so long.

Beth stops them as they reach the North Carolina-Virginia border, looking bothered and Carol knows that this is the time to make a choice.

“You can’t live forever, Carol,” Beth tells her, frowning. “And love doesn’t shorten or lengthen whatever time you’ve got. It just makes it mean more.”

And Beth walks away, walks on, North bound until her blonde hair is lost among the turning trees’ leaves. Carol stands still on the precipice of choice, knowing that there really wouldn’t be any going back.

She steps forward, long strides until she catches up for the second time in their journey.

Beth doesn’t ask why this time, but Carol gives her a smile and says, “I’m not who I was when they last saw me. I think I’m kind of brand new.”

Beth’s eyes are strangely proud as she turns and observes the older woman. “I told Daryl, you know. We gotta stay who we are, not who we were.”

They continue.

Alexandria’s gates stand proud as Tara scrambles from the tower, yelling to someone to get everyone, that Carol is back and for the first time since they reunited Carol turns to see Beth nervous, and there’s really nothing to do but grab her hand and give her a smile as they enter the community.

Rick is the first one to make it, and he rushes forward to hug Carol, not noticing Beth until Carol tells him, “I brought a surprise.” And then his eyes snap around and land on her, and Carol as watches him envelope her in the same grip, and she realizes her face is wet and she doesn’t even bother wiping her tears as Maggie briskly walks around the corner, a baby boy on her hip.

There’s a bit of a blur in her memory, how each face reacted, how each joyful shout sounded and echoed and how many tears she saw, but she remembers catching Daryl’s eyes before he saw Beth, the tiredness they held, and how he almost smiled at her. And then she points to her and it’s a moment almost magical. Their eyes lock, and the group seems to split around them as she runs forward, stopping inches from him, disbelieving and awed.

His fingers drift upwards, grazing her cheek and finding it real, and he looks at Carol quickly, reverence etched on his face and a light in his eyes she’s not sure she’s ever witnessed.

The group reconvenes around her, seemingly smart enough to give those two a moment, or a minute, or possibly several hours. And she ends up telling the whole thing, about Grady and how they’d found Beth alive after they’d left (a story she’d pried out of Dr. Stephens), and how Beth HADNT remembered so don’t be surprised by any blank spots she has, and throughout the whole thing she ignores the fact that she can see him on the sidewalk, that he is watching and listening. She gets a small answer about Negan- “That’s over, don’t worry about it now, Carol,” and the group slowly dissolves until he stands beside her.

“Tobin,” she tries for casual, ignoring the lump in her throat, the memory of realizing just how far she’d go to protect this place and her group and him, the way she’d seen herself becoming what she fought. He smiles, and Carol feels a little bit of the memory fade away.

“Carol,” he sighs, a breathless relief. “I-” he stopped, finding the words. “I worried. I missed you.”

“I came back.” She attempts a smile back, feeling like it didn’t quite fit on her face for its size. “And I’m sorry.”

He takes her hand, kisses the knuckles, and chuckles. “Forgiven.”

The sun sets on her back, and she’s not sure if she’s imagining the disproportionate warmth. But she knows where she belongs. And somehow she came back to it.

Daryl finds her on the porch swing in the moonlight, and he doesn’t speak either. He just leans into her, the ways he only done to give comfort, but this time it feels better. For the sake of nothing but to show her that he is beside her.

“Its good you’re here.” He says.

“It’s good I left.” She replies easily. “And even better that I came back, don’t you think?”

He smiles, mind obviously wherever Beth is.

“The best, probably.”

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taylor, thank you for introducing me to this cutie. seriously. I met this girl online because of you. so obviously we exchanged numbers and basically we text/snapchat/FaceTime 24/7!!! (we’re seriously always talking like its so annoying) but for the longest time it was just a “internet friendship” but u know I got me a job and bought a plane ticket. and basically I’m going to meet one of my BEST friends (of all time) ((she’s pretty great)) !!! on October 9 :-) the week after I see you. shits gonna get crazy. I’m hoping I don’t break a bone. or eat too many chicken strips. buT I wanted to let you know because we’re basically the cutest and most annoying friends to walk to planet !! oh AND because you introduced us (kinda) SO THANKS FOR THAT now I’m poor and happy :-)