i love everyone in this bar ; ;

anonymous asked:

I AGREE ABOUT SKINNER!!! and the other "problematic" gymnastics, I'll call them out when they do crappy stuff but that doesn't mean I'll hate them and their gymnastics forever. I don't like Myk's tweets and her form isn't perfect but I can still admire her. I hated Carlotta's racist remarks but I still enjoy watching her, I don't like that Ashton supports Trump but I love her bars and I didn't like how Cata acted after Rio but I love her determination and beam. They aren't mutually exclusive.

Yeah, exactly how I feel. People conveniently brush aside and ignore ‘problematic’ things with their own faves (and even make excuses for it lol) but then like, actively seek out problematic things for the gymnasts they already hate. It’s adorable and hilarious. When I knew something shady about a gymnast everyone loved, I said I’m not even going to say anything because people will literally be like “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!!” and then when I DID say something after this gymnast did something similarly shady, some stans were like “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” lmao. As if I didn’t see that coming. People see what they wanna see and are blind to the faults of people they stan for while magnifying faults of people they already hate. I obviously have my faves for various reasons but I try to remain neutral for the most part so I can watch a competition for what it is – gymnastics – and not with some ulterior motive in mind. I don’t think everyone has to love MyKayla or others for the reasons I do, but like, if you’re so biased against her for your own reasons that you can’t recognize how badass it is that she has the most difficult AA program in all of NCAA and is 28 for 28 with routines this season, you clearly have issues. Like there’s no gymnast I really dislike, but I had problems with Vika’s attitude in the 2009-2012 quad that made me enjoy her less as a gymnast, but still even I recognized how phenomenal she was and especially how incredible it was to watch her get an incredibly high level back on bars to win a world gold after being away from the sport for nearly three years with multiple injuries.

The Thing About Trauma

It’s not as easy
as being Something That Happened to You,
a package you opened once.

You will wake up in a new ZIP code,
have to wander your way home,
carry a few of the things you love
to this new place
you live in now.

& so you buy throw pillows.
You put up twinkle lights
and have a big celebration,
point at the open windows
and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying,

look,

look how I have not caged myself,
look what I have made
out of two paint buckets
and the blessing of my still-here body,

but, of course, trauma leans into the bar cart.
Spills a drink on the new rug.
Breaks off the door handle on his way out.

Trauma sends you letters,
without warning,
for the rest of your life,
usually disguised as something else— 

a medical bill, maybe,
or a box of photo albums packaged up by your father,
just so you remember
trauma knows exactly where you live—

who did you think built the house?

in the heights au: everything is the same except sonny is actually invited to ninas dinner

Magnetic [Part 1 / 2]

Based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex, Use of Alcohol, Strong Sexual Reference and Suggestive Themes. 

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: I am completely enamored with this song and I had to sink my teeth into the prompt idea so enjoy lovelies! x. T



SoHo, New York City  |  9:57 PM

.     .     .

The soft golden glow from the lights overhead illuminated the area in a warm, alluring haze that cast everyone in shadows in just the right places. The gloss of the oak bar top shimmered in that light, making the perspiration that touched the wood from your sweating glass glisten brilliantly and you were entranced in watching a drop form. Lost in thought and staring at the cocktail in your fingers, you were unaware of the three men that entered the bar.

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I love the Matt/Shiro BrOTP so have some headcanons that have been sitting in my drafts for weeks

-Matt is a living meme and Shiro questions their friendship every day

-“You know you love me~”

-Everyone questions how someone so calm and mature can be best friends with Matt and Matt kinda laughs in their face

-Matt: Calm? Mature? This guy almost fought a five-year-old over a chocolate bar!
Shiro: I really like the brand oKAY???

-Matt has tried to set Shiro up on one too many dates. It’s really easy since everyone and their mother has a crush on Shiro but Shiro needs Matt to stop.

-He did after a while until Shiro developed a crush on Allura. Cupid Matt was back. Shiro wanted to kill himself.

-Constantly making fun of each other because they love each other

-Shiro: Matt, if you don’t stop, I will literally sit on you.
Matt: Try me.
*high-pitched screams*

-You wouldn’t believe how often that happens. Spoil alert: A lot.

-They’re pretty competitive when it comes to each other. Whether it comes to bets or board games. Tears are shed. Friendships are broken. It gets pretty intense.

-Matt: I got to move on and be who I am! I just don’t belong here, I hope you understand! We might find our place in this world someday. But at least for now, I gotta find my own way…
Shiro: Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic over a pizza slice?

-Once Shiro ate the last brownie and Matt wouldn’t talk to him for a week. The dude really loves his food.

-Shiro: No.
Matt: This is homophobia at its finest. ://

-Once they had a convo on what their ship name would be if they dated, Shiro came up with Shatt, Matt disowned him

-Death jokes make up half of their friendship.

-Shiro: I’m going to propel myself off of this balcony.
-Matt: Not without me, you’re not.

I think I’ve had a misconstrued vision of love. I thought love meant constant texting, never spending a second apart, never having a fight. I thought things had to be picture perfect for a love to be real and I would need to do anything possible to reach these unattainable standards. Love doesn’t have to be like that. I’ve come to realize that love can be the exact opposite. Love is being able to trust who you’re with when they’re at the bar with their friends, without needing to hear from them every few minutes. Love is helping her pick out the hottest outfit to go to the club with, even though you won’t be going with her; because she deserves to feel beautiful on a night out. Love is spending days apart and acknowledging that everyone needs alone time, but it doesn’t mean they don’t care. Love is arguing. Love is getting annoyed that she’s late to every date, every party, but never leaving without her. Love isn’t always perfect. Love doesn’t have to be only happiness to be healthy. Love can be every emotion built into one, but the good ones outweigh the bad. Love is knowing that no matter what, you can feel safe, secure and healthy with yourself and with your relationship together. Love is everything.
—  Love is you.

Look, I’m as excited as anybody, but it says a lot of how whipped we are as a fandom that when after eight years Dean mumbles to some invisible enemy “Cas is my best friend” (and I mean, let’s be serious - what else would Dean call him?) we’re all losing our collective shit and crying and hugging one another.

If Destiel ever happens, people are going to drop dead left and right, and tumblr will probably explode.

Hazel is the type of person to get 20 dollars and not spend it for like three months and then when she finally splurges on like a candy bar, she feels guilty about no one else having a candy bar so she buys candy for everyone and uses all of her twenty dollars in one trip

I only feel like myself when I’m dancing around a penthouse apartment in a fur coat, drinking champagne from the bottle. He’s watching me, laughing, with his wallet out and his dick hard.

I’m painted like a sad sixties movie star. At 2am I lie in bed with my head on his chest. It’s black & white, but I know my tongue shines like rubies, wet & glossy. Is he watching me sleeping? I’m getting warmer but I don’t want him to see me soften just yet. 

When I try to go he stops me with his hands around my throat. If I say no then I’m a ghost & I’ve never been the kind of girl who fades out like a star. I’m neon signs & prison bars. Give love and then I take it. I’ve been taken from the most.

Sometimes I think I’m so pure that my blood runs clear like holy water & everyone who looks into my eyes will know that I don’t fall in love. I fall from heaven. He thinks I’m here to save him….

Face of an angel & the body of a porn star. The men play cards and split cash like God is watching but he keeps his eyes shut tight, like I do at night when they touch me like a rose, only petals, no thorns…

but where they see a halo, i see horns.

Wow!!

Thank you all so much for your lovely and supportive messages, I am trying to respond to everyone who messages so please bear with me.
I genuinely didn’t think this would get many followers barring friends and family, it was my way of letting Tom have a memory book of sorts. I am overwhelmed by the love shown and it means such a lot.
I will of course keep it updated with bits and bobs and let people know what he’s up to.

Thanks once again x

Why the Harry Potter fandom is important

Last night after walking down Regent Street and marvelling at the Christmas lights and how very much I love London(which happens anytime I walk around central London), I sat waiting in Leicester Sq. Me and my Hufflepuff fellow @andyouknowitis were off to see the midnight showing of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. 

After a little while, the scarves began to emerge. A girl sat down next to me wearing a Slytherin scarf. Later replaced by a girl in a Ravenclaw scarf. Two Gryffindors came up to me and went ‘Would you mind taking a picture of us? We saw you and thought ‘She’s wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, we’ll ask her’. Me and the two girls got chatting about fandom and the excitement for the movie and they wandered off. I sat back down and then two girls in robes walked by and grinned at me. 

A guy dressed as Newt walked by and jokingly cursed a group of people, more friends in scarves began to appear, wands came out, hugs were had. The cinema was crowded, full of posters and people squealing over them. In the very long queue for food, one guy found out how long the adverts were and I asked whether he was a Ravenclaw, turned out he was. 

Eventually we all found our seats, shuffling around in the dark trying to place drinks and popcorn, balancing the IMAX glasses and jostling for space. The lights dimmed, the Warner Bros logo appeared on screen and we all cheered. Here we were, one big nerdy family in the middle of the night about to experience new wizarding world material. 

The movie was brilliant, we all laughed a lot, we cheered and clapped and gasped. We marvelled at the beauty on screen and were so very aware of how much we just really bloody love magic. 

It’s been nine years since the last book came out, back when most of us were in our teens and  early twenties. And yet he we still are, smiling at the people in scarves and laughing in a movie theatre, nearly ten years on. Older and adulter but still very much in love with this fandom. 

After the movie, we wandered off to House of Minalima, a place in Soho run by the people behind the art of Harry Potter. We got to talk to them and look at all the amazing things surrounded us. The creaky, wobbly old house imbued with magic whilst the drunken Muggles cavorted outside. It felt like the Leaky Cauldron, hidden away in London at 3am. We chatted to Potterheads, it’s London, you don’t talk to random people but with this, how could you not? 

The world has been a bit rubbish of late, it’s terrifying and scary and a lot of unkind people seem to be winning. But we still have Harry Potter, we still have kindness and joy and excitement  and magic. We need that, we revel in it and thankfully this fandom ain’t going anywhere. In ten years time I’d still like to be grinning at people in fandom scarves like we’re part of a secret society. We got this Potterheads, we ain’t going nowhere. 

What Critical Role Means to Me

Friends. Community. People to message excitedly in ALL CAPS about found family kicking ass in a fantasy world. A space where I can just breathe, and forget about all the slowly compounding stresses in my life right now. 

Crying over exquisitely sorrowful moments between twin half-elves, and then five seconds later being in tears of laughter over a goliath and his evil sword bff. 

Inspiration. True awe whenever I scroll through the Critical Role tag, because honestly? The sheer volume of stunning, gorgeous fanworks is still unbelievable. Fanart, fanfic, music, animation, crafts, so many different creative niches found in one fandom! 

I haven’t been here very long, but I am so grateful for the friends I have made, and this chaotic, beautiful, heart-wrenching world we get to peek into every week. I love all of you so much. 

Thank you. 

So apparently dating older guys is 100% where it's at.

For those of you who read my most recent post about getting asked out by this guy in a bar 1st) thank you for encouraging me to go 2nd) thank you for reading and caring about my life. Lolz. SO, per the advice of everyone who offered it underneath my post, I went on the date. And let me just say… Wowza! Before I explain let me also just say, I’ve dealt with my FAIR share of immature little boys. Guys who can’t/won’t commit. Guys who don’t know what they want. Guys who say one thing and mean another. I’ve experienced it all. I also had my most recent break up about a month and a half ago, so it’s still fairly fresh. That’s part of why going into this I was so apprehensive..I was like I don’t care if you’re 25 or 35 a fuckboy is a fuckboy yaddidamean? I’ve been hurt more often than I would’ve liked this year and agreeing to a date meant putting myself in a position for that to happen again. But more than anything it was the age thing that got to me. What would a 35 year old want with me?! I owe on my student loans and he has OWNED a home before. I’m just graduating college this semester and he got drafted onto a baseball team out of college. Sooooo why on earth?! What kind of nonsense is this.
But I agreed to go because I didn’t want to regret not going. Cuz looking back on the night we met in that bar, as soon as we saw each other we were hooked. I couldn’t just ignore that, so I didn’t. I went on the date.
Let me start by first saying, I’ve never been on a date with a man more gentlemanly than him. He opened the car door every time, pulled out my chair at the restaurant, poured my water, gestured for me to order my food first and offered me his jacket when it got cold. This, to me, was amazing. The last relationship I was in was one of those “we’re going to do everything that a couple does but not be official or have a label” and cuddling in his bed for hours was a substitute for a date 🙄. I had forgotten how nice it is to be treated like a lady and with so much respect. I was so used to just accepting that “people don’t date anymore” and “hanging out” was kind of the same thing as a date. I lowered my standards and they’ve now been raised again.
Anyway. So I got to the restaurant where we had brunch, a cute spot in the city. We talked for a long time, laughed a lot, joked. It was good. After that we took an uber to the park where we walked around a bit and then sat on a bench in front of a water fountain and talked a lot. In hindsight he was doing a lot of the talking while I just listened intently lol. Soon into the date it dawned on me that he is extremely intelligent so I just listened and took it all in. Partly out of fear of saying something stupid and partly because I was genuinely intrigued as to what he had to say. And he tends to digress and go off on tangents lol so he ends up being long-winded. After we finished talking I looked at the time and realized we had been together for 4 hours! And the great thing was it didn’t feel like it at all. (Unlike the last REAL date I went on when I couldn’t stop looking at the clock and it only lasted ONE HOUR-story for another day). We walked into the museum that’s in the park so I could use the ladies room and I met him at the top of the stairs to call the uber to head back. As we walked down the stairs to the car, our hands found each other and he gave my hand three quick squeezes before opening the door for me to get in the car to go back the restaurant where I parked. He didn’t try to kiss me, we just hugged and said we’d see each other again soon.
All in all, I was pleasantly surprised. Thank you all so much for encouraging me to go. If you’re ever wondering about going out with someone, if the vibe is good and the connection is there, do it. I promise it’ll be worth it.

Let me know if you want me to keep you all posted on this!

On the topic of humans being everyone’s favorite Intergalactic versions  of Gonzo the Great:
Come on you guys, I’ve seen all the hilarious additions to my “humans are the friendly ones” post. We’re basically Steve Irwin meets Gonzo from the Muppets at this point. I love it. 

But what if certain species of aliens have Rules for dealing with humans?

  • Don’t eat their food. If human food passes your lips/beak/membrane/other way of ingesting nutrients, you will never be satisfied with your ration bars again.
  • Don’t tell them your name. Humans can find you again once they know your name and this can be either life-saving or the absolute worst thing that could happen to you, depending on whether or not they favor you. Better to be on the safe side.
  • Winning a human’s favor will ensure that a great deal of luck is on your side, but if you anger them, they are wholly capable of wiping out everything you ever cared about. Do not anger them.
  • If you must anger them, carry a cage of X’arvizian bloodflies with you, for they resemble Earth mo-skee-toes and the human will avoid them.
    • This does not always work. Have a last will and testament ready.
  • Do not let them take you anywhere on your planet that you cannot fly a ship from. Beings who are spirited away to the human kingdom of Aria Fiv-Ti Won rarely return, and those that do are never quite the same.

Basically, humans are like the Fair Folk to some aliens and half of them are scared to death and the others are like alien teenagers who are like “I dare you to ask a human to take you to Earth”.