i made this because i can okay

anonymous asked:

can you post some more acotar fashion ideas? for the girls please! those dresses were beautiful!!

Yeah sure! I love it!

Okay so I always picture the Night Court fashion to be more risque, especially compared the the corsets of the mortal world.  Like it even says that the fashion there is more eccentric.  Now I know that Feyre wears like a two piece flowy pant and shirt set in a lot of scene that shes mostly chilling, but this is just theoretical and of course all of these pictures come from pinterest, so I don’t know who made the designs! (im sorry!!)

Enjoy!

Okay I can 10000%% see more in this on Starfall!! this actually came from Sarah’s bard and its actually labeled Mor! ^^

this is just blue and has star so it reminds me of the Night Court, maybe even the dress Feyre wore on Starfall as well? Because that was light blue and fitted and beaded? you see where im getting at? ^^

This just looks like the night itself!! Beautiful!!! ^^

More pretty beading! <3

FOR MOR!! I CAN SEE IT!

When Feyre went to the mortal lands and she still wore something BEAUTIFUL but also more modest, THIS is what I pictured!!

Lastly, This back is TO DIE FOR so yeah it just pretty and I threw it in.

This became more of a ‘what i pictured when i read the scene’ post but I hope you like it anyway!

I have a ACOTAR pinterest board if any of you want to follow it! :) It just some pretty aesthetics and things that remind me of the series!

https://www.pinterest.com/abeijerbergen/lit-a-court-of-thorns-and-roses/

And a TOG one here…

https://www.pinterest.com/abeijerbergen/lit-throne-of-glass/

anonymous asked:

Ughhhh. The Sanvers storyline for the ep had so much potential but it was so rushed. I hated how they minimized Maggie's Valentine's Day story and how the prom scene made her look like the bad guy for not being able to get over what happened. Like it wasn't like she was hung up on something stupid, she was traumatized by a defining experience in her life!I mean it was the anniversary of her being fucking abandoned by her family and best friend!!!Like that's not just something you can get over!!!

Here yo. I fixed the thing, because you are absolutely freaking right.

http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157512162494/okay-j-now-that-the-writers-queerbaited-the-fuck

What’s your favourite vegan pancake recipe?? Send me a message because I don’t know how to reply to replies…😓 and that way I can share the recipe with others 💞 Everyone’s been posting pancakes on Instagram lately! 😍 I want to make some if I can find a decent minimalist recipe! 😁 I made these while I was in CA, pretty sure I used oat flour, mashed banana, and almond milk. They were okay but not spectacular. Real maple syrup though 💯🙌 Please let me know your pancake secrets. 😜

anonymous asked:

If you just so happen to have any free time can you write a one shot where Seth Rollins is dating a black girl (Roman's adopted sister) and they get hated on ?? So sorry if you aren't accepting requests and I overlooked it

(whenever I say ‘you’ I just don’t mean whoever made the request, I mean ‘you’, the person that’s reading this right now. so I’ll start doing this for now on.)

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this story cause 1: I LOVE Seth Rollins and sometimes when I look at him, I’m just like ‘hmm, I wonder if he dates women of all races’ because I, as a black woman that also agrees with all types of couples of any race, would love to just date that dude. (a girl can dream, right?)

2: I just want people to know that it’s okay and awesome and great to date outside your race; it doesn’t make you any less of a person of your own race. You’re black and you wanna date someone white, then do it. You’re Asian and your lover is Spanish? Wow, awesome bro. You do you and don’t let anyone tell you who to love.

I for one love bwwm relationships, in case you couldn’t tell from my previous name (bwwm-tomboy, I believe is what it was) or some things that I’ve posted long ago. (you can check some stuff out on my blog, tagged of course as bwwm) But I did check Seth’s race though cause I was thinking that maybe he was mixed with something. So, if anyone’s wondering, he’s German/Irish on his mother’s side and Armenian on his father’s and his last name is Lopez because of his mother’s first husband.

Anyways, I didn’t mean for this to be so long. So I’m gonna shut my mouth now and let you read this.

Warnings: some racism that I hated writing but was a little needed for the story, little bit of strong language, fluff, my random geekiness.

p.s.: my ask is always open, never closed so don’t worry. i just take a long time to write/post requests.

       _________________________________________   

“Sis, where are you going,” Roman asked you.

      “To find Seth,” you replied, not missing a step.

    Roman, who was your older brother by adoption, caught up with you and took your hand in his. His eyes searched your face; he could tell that something was bothering you by the tone of your voice.

       “Bruh, what are grabbing me for,” you asked, shaking your hand free from Roman’s grasp.

   He answers your question with one of his own. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did Seth hurt you? I swear if that song of a bitch-”

     “Ro, it wasn’t Seth that hurt me! It was his fans! Well, some of them. A lot, actually.”

     “What did they do? Wait. Lemme guess: they’re mad not just cause you and Seth are together, but because he’s white and you’re black?” You nod your head and Roman lets out a tired sigh. “Ignorant people, I swear. I guess people have been blowing up your twitter?”

     You nod again. “And my Instagram, Facebook and tumblr. That’s why I was going to find Seth, to see if he’s seen this shit.”

   “Well, last time I checked, he was in the gym, so let me take you there.”

     “Okay. Thanks, bro.”

    “Anything for my lil’ sis.”

                                        _____________

   Seth was sat on a bench, taking a break from his work out. He scrolled through his twitter to read the comments on his recently uploaded picture of him and you. He smiled and chuckled at the various ‘so cute’s, ‘you guys look better than Stephanie and Triple H’ and other comments like those. But then his face fell when he read what came after.

        ‘Seth needs a WHITE girlfriend, not this ape bitch!’

     ‘Daddy Sethie, I think a girl with fair skin will suit you better. Oh, I have fair skin. Date me, lol.’

        ‘Why is The Man dating Harambe?’

     ‘Uh, not to be racist, but I don’t understand interracial relationships. Like, they’re kinda gross to me and I think that people should stick with their own people. Seth, find yourself a white girl.’

      Seth exited his twitter, sighed and ran some fingers through his wavy hair.

   ‘What the fuck is wrong with people,’ Seth thought. ‘It’s 2017, can’t people love who they want to love, regardless of race and without people opening their big ignorant mouths!’

    Seth took a deep breath, picked up his duffel bag and left the gym. he saw you and Roman coming his way, so he dropped his bag and ran to you. Rollins went straight to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately.

     “Babe, listen to me, your boyfriend started as he looked deep into your eyes. You loved when he did that;it showed how serious he was as a lover and you also could never resist his chocolate brown eyes. “I love you, no matter what anyone says. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, everything that I’ve always wanted in a lover. I love how competitive you are when we play video games together; how you laugh at my corny jokes; your hair and the many unique styles that you can put it in. But, most of all, I love your beautiful, shiny, smooth, soft brown skin.”

     “Oh, Seth,” you sighed with a tear rolling down your cheek. “Thank you!”

      “I love you, Y/N.”

       “I love you too, Seth.”

     You and Seth hugged while Roman stood there and smiled happily. He continued to watch when he heard his phone go off. It was his Instagram and someone, a fan most likely, had commented on a semi-old picture that he had uploaded while you and him were walking to the gym. The picture was of you two and Seth relaxing and chatting at a beach, and Roman had captioned it ‘my lil’ sis, her man (aka THE man) and I enjoying each other’s company’. The person that had commented said ‘cutest pic EVER!! Roman and Y/N are the funniest brother and sister that I have ever seen, and Seth and Y/N are the most EPIC couple ever! I don’t care what anyone says. THEY ARE!!’.

       Roman grinned from ear to ear and said to himself ‘Believe that’.

                                     ______________

      Three weeks went by after that and you and Seth are still happily together and and stronger than ever. The two of you had been flashing your relationship, not caring if people liked it or not. Seth had even been seen wearing a t-shirt that said ‘I Met God. She’s Black’ on it while you wore a tee that read ‘I LOVE BEING BLACK.

Xavier Woods also had The Man as a guest on his youtube channel UpupDowndown that he was doing live and Seth had on another interesting and unique shirt.

    “Seth, I gotta say, man, I love that shirt you’re wearing,” Xavier complimented his friend.

     “Thanks man,” Seth replied, Xbox 360 controller in his hands as he fought against Woods on an old Soul Caliber game.

     “Why don’t you don’t you straighten it up so our audience can see?”

        “Haha, as long as you don’t use this moment to beat me up.”

      Xavier chuckled. “What kind of player do you take me for,” he jokingly asked as he paused the game.

    Seth sat up in his chair and pulled his shirt down so there were no wrinkles in it. The shirt said, in big black letters, ‘I HEART BLACK GIRLS’.

 “I feel the same way, Seth,” Xavier said. “I mean, cause black women are just so awesome, powerful, smart, beautiful, wonderful and just every good thing that’s out there!”

      “Can’t argue with you there, my friend,” Seth said with a smirk. But the main black women that’s all of that and beyond, and that I’m in love with, is my baby girl, Y/N. She means everything to me.”

    “You’re very lucky to have her, too. Like, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of guys in the locker room that are jealous of you cause you have her,” Woods said as he unpaused the game, catching Seth off guard and beating his character up.

   Your boyfriend went straight back in to game mode and doing combos on Xavier’s character. “As they should, man. Cause Y/N’s just so special to me,” Seth replied.

  “I can tell. You guys have been together for a couple of years now and you two have also received lots of love from the fans. But, you’ve also received plenty of hate from other people because you and Y/N are an interracial couple, right?”

      “Right,” Rollins answered. “Which I don’t understand cause, like, who cares what race or races the couple is; love is love, right? So who cares? Y/N and I ignore the hate that we get. Plus, we have bigger things to focus on, like our future together.”

   “Yeah, I’ve been wondering if you ever going to put a right on her finger.”

      “Well, Xavier, now that you mention it-”

     “Mention what,” you asked as you waled through Xavier’s hotel room door. He had invited you as well to be on his current episode of UpupDowndown along side Seth. But you had a few errands to run, so you told the trumpet player that you would be late to the show. “You’re still live, right?”

      “Yeah,,” Xavier answered with a grin as he beat Seth on the first round. The second one was about to start when Seth paused the game again.

    “Hey, babe,” he greeted you, “wanna take my spot for the rest of the game?”

      “Hell yeah! Besides, we all know that I can beat X’s ass better than anybody else can, and that includes you, babe,” you gloated as you took your boyfriend’s chair and and controller. You started the round and immediately had Woods’s character at half their health.

      You quickly won the second round and the third one had begun with Xavier fighting harder than he was before. He won that round, so now you and two were tied two-to-two and whoever won the fourth round would win the whole battle. Seth stood behind you while cheering you on, saying things like ‘you got this babe’, ‘Woods has got nothin’ on you’, and ‘epic combo, Y/N’.

     The match was really close with both you and Xavier only needing one more hit before your characters fell over for the final time. Xavier had tried to grab your person, but you quickly reversed it and did your character’s finisher on his, winning the final round. You jumped out of your chair and did a victory dance and many victory dabs. Seth danced with you and and you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist while Xavier just shook his head in defeat.

   “Congrats, Y/N,” Seth cheered after he had let you back on the ground. “Since you won, you get a prize.”

         “A prize,” you questioned. You looked at Seth and then at Xavier who just shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘I don’t know what he’s talking about either’. You then turned your attention back to Rollins who was now down one knee. You, Xavier and even the whole audience who was watching live on youtube all looked shocked.

    “Y/N,” Seth said, “you won the game, but you’ve also won my heart. I love you so, so much hon; I want to spend every moment with you, and one day, make a family with you too. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you please make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

    Tears were streaming down your face as you continued to look down at Seth who was your boyfriend but soon to be fiance and soon to be husband. So of course, with that being said, you knew what you wanted to say, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow you to speak. So you swallowed the lump, took a deep breath and wiped your tears away before finally and clearly giving your much awaited answer.

     “Yes, Seth, yes,” you spoke happily.

     A grin grew on your new fiance’s face before he slid the diamond ring on your ring finger. He stood and gave you a passionate kiss, his own tears of joy falling onto your cheeks as he did so.

    “I love you, Y/N,” he said.

       “I love you too, Seth,” you replied. “What would you have done if I had lost, though?”

    Seth chuckled. “Then I would’ve made you play again until you did win.”

  You and Xavier both laughed at Seth’s answer.

   “I can’t wait for you guys to get married,” Xavier exclaimed.

   “Me neither, best man,” Seth responded.

          “BEST MAN?!?!”

     “Yep, that’s you. I can’t think of anyone better.”

      “Me neither,” you chimed in. “I already know who I want for my maid of honor: [you pick]. She’s gonna be so excited when I tell her!”

      “Well, there you have it, folks,” Xavier said as he started to end the live feed. “One of your favorite superstars has finally proposed to his long time girlfriend; I was named best man and [whoever you chose] was named maid of honor! You can only catch this kind of amazing stuff here on my channel, UpupDowndown! See ya next time, guys! Seth. Y/N. Say goodbye to the fans.”

    You and Seth had your arms wrapped around each other as you two said at the same time “goodbye to the fans” making Xavier laugh as he ended the video.

__________________________________________________

A/N: Like I said, I enjoyed writing this and wouldn’t mind doing a part 2 (while adding more Roman since he’s supposed to be your brother). So just let me know what you thought about this story and if you think that I should make write another one. 

Para Mis Corazones <3 (Pt. 2)

Anddddd here’s Part II of replies for @anchoredsims, @freckled-pixels, @hyperkaos, @wannabecatwriter, @enchantedunicornhideout, @thesimperiuscurse, @medleymisty, @explosionofpixels, and @winterspixels beneath the cut!

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anonymous asked:

Totally agree! It is the worst Barca ever and he stays here like everything is okay. #BartomeuOut

I’m not sure if we can say that it’s the worst Barça ever but it’s true that we have great players and they’re terrible recently. But the board is mess and Bartomeu shuld resign a few years ago because he’s really bad president and treat players without respect (Dani, earlier Abidal),he made many mistakes and broke the law (then blame Tito for his mistakes ) honestly ugh.

Hey, white women, can we talk for a second? Yep, you too. Everybody in a huddle real quick. 

Originally posted by uswntinmotion

Everybody here? Okay good. 

I voted for Clinton, but I am just as responsible for what is going on in our country right now as those voted for Trump. I am upset and devastated that the majority of white women who voted voted for Trump. I understand why and the systems in place that made women think they should vote for him, but I also need to remind you of a few things. 

Just because you borrow a white man’s privilege by being married to one or being surrounded by them doesn’t mean that privilege is really yours. It means that you only get it for a time. When a man decides he is no longer interested in you, that is when you discover the power was never actually yours. Don’t rely on white men to understand and protect you. They don’t understand because they simply are not taught to do so. 

There is a fucked up system in place of being a person who is oppressed and oppressing others. We see this all the time. We know why bullies bully. It’s because they feel insecure and unsafe in other parts of their lives. But you need to keep in mind that just because you aren’t on the bottom of the pile, doesn’t mean you aren’t being crushed in that pile. You are not on top. Why are you voting to keep others beneath you, rather than voting to climb out of the pile entirely?

There is a photo of Trump and his wife voting that I think everyone saw. In it Trump is attempting to see how she is voting. (There is one of his son doing the same thing, only in even more blatant fashion.)

I think that is a good summation of what a lot of white women subconsciously are aware of: that the men in their lives are expecting them to vote a certain way and to think a certain way. I know it sounds very 1950s, the whole good little wife waiting on her husband hand and foot, but it still echoes in our culture and has its roots deep in western culture prioritizing men’s beliefs and thoughts over that of women. Every white woman has a spectre of a white man hovering over her shoulder. That’s why we are taught to be peacemakers and to worry about making everyone happy. Even I fall into this trap, but as I said before, voting to oppress other people isn’t going to get rid of your own oppression. It isn’t going to lessen it. It only makes you an accomplice in the oppression. 

None of the above absolves you. It doesn’t absolve me. Just because I understand the system of oppression involved in being a woman in this country doesn’t make it okay that so many of us voted for someone who is so blatantly racist and angry. He is encouraging other people to act out. You may say, “I don’t agree with everything he does.” I understand that, but ultimately you voted for someone who is okay with that. By doing so, you sent a message to everyone that even if you don’t consider yourself a racist or a bigot, you will stand silently by while someone else is. 

And liberal white women, this message is for you, too, so don’t sit back and pat yourself on the back for voting for Clinton. There is a history within the suffrage movement and within feminism of white, supposedly liberal women always putting themselves first. We need stop doing that. We need to be better. We need to fight for every last single woman. We need to stop letting down every last person of color in this country. We need to stop being ableist and transphobic. We either stand for all women or none at all. Too many of us quietly went to the polls and voted for Clinton and never once said a thing to convince other people to not vote for Trump. And way, way, way too many of us are now telling marginalized people to make peace with the people who voted for Trump. Stop it. You are speaking from a position of privilege again. They are entitled to their fear and anger and no, they shouldn’t have to hug and place nice with people who told them that they are less than human through their voting. If you are really liberal, you need to act like it and you need to be ready to hear what marginalized women have to say and not get upset when they tell you you are wrong. 

This is a reminder for myself that I need to be better. Always. And a reminder that we as a group, every last white woman, regardless of how you voted, have a lot of work to do. We benefit from our whiteness, even if we don’t benefit from being women. Stop the thought pattern that says, “We are okay because he doesn’t mean us. He means those other women.” Those other women need your protection and support, because no one else is giving it. 

Huddle break over. Go prove that you are better than this. 

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I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

Ways to say I love you (Philkas Edition)
  • Ily: I love you
  • Ilysm: I love you so much
  • Imya: i mean, you're amazing
  • Ifyft: I fixed your flat tire
  • Bykily: because you know I like you
  • Ityhtrtb: I'll teach you how to ride the bike
  • Bilyi: because I like you, idiot
  • Yltpr?: you like taking pictures right?
  • Lpohtwidih: liking Philip out here the way I do, it's hard
  • Twgtya: they were gonna take you away
  • Ybnlt: you better not leave tivoli
  • Dysh?: does your stomach hurt?
  • Ificw: it's fine, I can walk
  • Ilteenty: I lie to everyone else, not to you
  • Idwag: I don’t want a girlfriend
  • Imuap: I made us a playlist
  • Uo?my!: u okay? Miss you!
  • Irh: I'm right here
  • Pwu: please wake up
  • Wp?: where's Philip?
  • Iwatywgwu: I was afraid that you weren't gonna wake up
  • Ihdltbarowy: I've had dreams like that before about riding off with you
  • Arbc: all right, be careful
  • Iwwcjhhf: I wish we could just hang here forever
  • Rlingwy: right, like I'm not going with you
  • Omgyai: oh my god you're an idiot
  • Mbigyl: maybe, but it got you laughing
Season 3 final clip - “Nå” (Now) - 16.12

Linn: Now it’s straight.

Eskild: It’s bent.

Linn: Now it’s straight.

Eskild: it’s bent.

Linn: Now then?

Eskild: It’s bent

Linn: Well..

Eskild: Maybe you’re bent, Linn?

(the girls laughing)

Eva: I can help you

Vilde: Where’s that from?

Noora: Drummer boy! Justin Bieber.

Vilde: What, he made that one?

Noora: yes, he’s the one who sings it.

Vilde: Did the midterms go okay for you guys?

Eva: No..!

Chris: I got a message that I’m failing German and English. I didn’t know about the 10% absence limit!

Sana: How could you not have known about that?

Vilde: I’ve reminded you this whole school year.

Chris: Yeah, but I thought you said that because you were jealous because I was hanging out with Casper a lot.

Vilde: Why would I be jealous?

Chris: ‘Cause you’re not getting any dick yourself..!

Vilde: I’m getting plenty of dick..!

Sana: Oh, Chris…

Chris: She can…have this one.

Noora: And this.

Chris: That’s beautiful!

Noora: It’s maybe a bit more fitting.

Eva: Is it used?

Chris: Is it from Eskild? Where is it from, Noora?

Eva: Eww! Holy fuck..!

Chris: Get it out of here, off the table!

Noora: I dunno, I dunnoo!

Eva: Smell it, then.

Chris: Nah! Smell it?!

Noora: Eww! Oh my God, what’s your problem?

Eva: Smell it to see if it smells like dick.

Noora: Smell it yourself, oh my God!

(the boys, in the kitchen)

Jonas: It’s pretty obvious.

Isak: You’ll make it.

(Magnus hits Isak)

Isak: Eyy! Fight or what?

Jonas: You’re on, like-

Isak: Yeah, now you’ve got the attitude. You shouldn’t hit Vilde that hard, or anything like that, but..

Magnus: Okay, but what do I do then?

Mahdi: You’re a predator and she’s your prey, you feel me?

Isak: Yeah!

Magnus: She’s what?

Mahdi: She’s your prey, you’re a predator, you’re a lion-

Isak: Y’know, a Zebra-

Magnus: Ooh! Okay..!

Jonas: But you can’t make a big deal out of it, because then your prey will run off.

Magnus: Guys, seriously, I’m really-

Isak: Are you in love, or what?

Magnus: I dunno. Maybe.

Isak: Oh!

Jonas: No..!

Magnus: Yeah, I think so.

The guys: Ohhh!

Magnus: But what if she doesn’t say yes?

Mahdi: Well, that’s life.

Magnus: What’s the hint, then?

Isak: It’s not the end of the world if it doesn’t work, just think of it as a positive thing if it works, so..

Magnus: Fucking awkward if I’m standing there and she says no.

Jonas: Yeah, but that’s

Isak: Don’t ask her a direct question like “Yo you wanna hook up?” you have to in a way-

Mahdi: Smile a little, “Hey”-

Magnus: Should I touch her?

Mahdi: Yeah, if it’s appropriate.

Magnus: Do I look okay?

Isak: Yeah.

Mahdi: Yeah, it looks good.

Jonas: It’s a bit pumped, I see it, I see it.

Magnus: This sweater’s a bit…I bought it a size too big.

(Isak sees Even)

Mahdi: Hey.

Even: Hey.

Jonas (to Magnus): Just be cool.

Even: What’s up?

Isak: We’re helping Magnus bang Vilde.

Even: I see. How’s that working out?

Mahdi: He just shouldn’t be so desperate!

Jonas: Yeah.

Magnus: But it’s fucking impossible not to be desperate if I don’t get what it means to be desperate! I do I fucking get-

Jonas: Just picture this: who do you see as a really cool, laid-back guy? So just, pretend to be like him.

Mahdi: Then maybe picture Jonas.

Even: You know what, Magnus? I just think you should go for it and just be more of yourself. Take desperate to a whole new level.

Mahdi: Yeah, yeah, yeah, this guy is onto something.

Isak: What do you mean?

Even: Well, show her how desperate you really are!

Mahdi: Go all out!

Magnus: Desperate to a whole new level? Fuck, I’m doing it. Bye!

Jonas: We need to see this!

Isak: Wow..!

Even: Hey.

Isak: Hey.

(They kiss)

Isak: How are you?

Even: I’m fine.

Isak: Mm?

Even: I just spoke to mom, and she’s nagging me ‘cause she really wants to meet you.

Isak: Oh..! Hm.

Even: So…how do you feel about stopping by there tomorrow?

Isak: Yeah!

Even: Yeah?

Isak: Yeah!

Even: You don’t think it’s awkward?

Isak: No, I don’t find anything awkward anymore.

Even: Okay.

Isak: As long as you’re smiling and…

Even: I can do that!

Isak: ..wearing clothes, then..

(Even wiggles his eyebrows)

Isak: ..life’s chill.

Even: I promise I’ll be wearing clothes.

Sana: Hey.

Isak: Sana! You’ve met one another, right?

Sana: Kosegruppa.

Isak: My biology partner. And friend.

Even: Yeah, how is Isak actually doing in biology?

Sana: He’s useful.

Isak: Huh?!

Sana: I guess you could say.

Isak: That’s some fucking bullshit! I’ve helped you towards a fucking 5, while I’ve been resting on a 6 all year.

Sana: We have a Christmas gift for you.

Isak: For me? What is it?

Sana: Just open it!

Isak: Okay, maybe I will.

(Isak unwraps the present, it’s the weed)

Isak: Oh! The 10%!

Even: What a cool biology partner..!

Isak: It wasn’t useful to you after all?

(Even takes the weed from Isak)

Sana: It was useful now, wasn’t it?

Isak: Hah! True.

(Isak grabs the weed back from Even)

Isak: You’re not getting any of it. It’s not good for you.

Even: It’s not good for you either.

Isak: For me it’s completely fine, but not for you.

Even: Are you gonna be the man who tells me what is good for me and not?

Isak: Of course. It’s my job.

Even (sarcastically): Oh, you got a job?

Isak: Yeah, it’s literally my job. That’s why I’m doing this, you know that right? I found a poster that read “Even Bech Næsheim needs personal care assistant and boyfriend”.

Even: And then you applied?

Isak: Yeah, ‘cause I thought “Holy fuck, he’s hot.”

(they kiss)

Even: That was nice of you.

Isak: Yeah.

Even: You’re so nice.

Isak: I could’ve done it for free.

Even: You’re getting paid?!

Isak: Yeah, your mother pays me 500 a week.

Even: Whaat!

Isak: Not so strange that she wants-

Even: Fuck!

Isak: -that she wants to meet me!

Even: I’m having some of that cash.

Isak: No.

Even: Yes!

Isak: It’s my money. You’re not getting any.

(They kiss again)

Even: Come on. Come on!

Isak: No!

(cut to Vilde decorating the Christmas tree, Magnus walks up to her)

Magnus: Hey.

Vilde: Hi.

Magnus: Do you like cats?

Vilde: Yes, very much.

Magnus: So do I.

(Vilde meows)

Magnus: What was that?

Vilde: Nothing.

Magnus: Yes, do it again.

(Vilde meows again)

Magnus: I’ve never had sex, and I really want to fuck.

Vilde: It’s fine, you can bang me.

Magnus: Thank you.

(They KISS OMG CONGRATS MAGNUS!)

(Cut to Eva)

Isak: Hi

Eva: Hi!

Isak: Can I sit here?

Eva: I’m sitting here with my angel. Does it look nice?

Isak: Very nice.

Eva: How’s things with you?

Isak: Long time since we’ve talked..!

Eva: Yeah, it’s a long time since we talked..!

Isak: It’s a bit strange. I was thinking about it, it’s like, before we hung out all the time, but now we only see each other in school and…like it’s just like “Hey” and…

Eva: Yeah. We should hang out more. Absolutely!

Isak: We should. We should do something, ‘cause I honestly do miss that time when we..

Eva: When we used to hang out.

Isak: Junior high, and the summer vacation before Nissen, just so much drama.

Eva: But hello! You’ve gotten a boyfriend!

Isak: Yes. I have.

Eva: He’s very handsome.

Isak: He is.

Eva: You lucky pig. You better watch out for me! I might steal him.

Isak: I’ve been thinking..about something, actually.

Eva: Yeah, what?

Isak: Nah, just like..Actually I really just want to say sorry for that stuff last year, when I was..when I was ruining everything for you and Jonas. It’s not okay, what I did. I’ve been thinking about that.

Eva: You didn’t fuck up everything between me and Jonas. It was Jonas and I who fucked up everything between us.

Isak: Maybe, but..Either way, I felt like I tricked you, and…when I said I had feelings for you, that wasn’t true.

Eva: Listen, I’ve figured that out. Yep. I’m over it. And so should you be. Seriously.

Isak: Mhm?

Eva: Can’t we just talk about your new boyfriend instead? Is he “the man of your dreams”?

Isak: I don’t know.

Eva: No?

Isak: Is it important?

Eva: No, but..it’s okay between you two?

Isak: Yeah! Now it’s great, but a week ago it was..very bad. So it’s a bit up and down.

Eva: Stress.

Isak: Yeah, or…anyway, that it’s so good when it’s good is also the reason it’s so bad when it’s bad, if that makes sense? And suddenly it can be over tomorrow, but nonetheless I’m thrilled that I met him.

Eva: Because that’s when you were certain you like guys?

Isak: Yeah, or, no…More because I was just fake, before that. I was just at home watching Narcos and was gaming and stuff. I’m done with that. Now I want my life to be genuine. Even though that means that it will sometimes be terrible, it’s much better than for everything to be fake and boring.

Eva: Well put.

Isak: It’s a bit of a cliché to say it, but you never know who’s gonna die tomorrow, y’know..and whether you believe in Allah or Jesus or the theory of evolution or parallel universes, there’s only one thing we all know for certain and that’s..

Even (off screen): Beautiful!

(Isak sees Eskild step under the mistletoe, Even smiles to Isak)

Isak: That life is

(sceen goes black)

Isak: now.



(I know there will be stuff that I’ve missed, I will go in and add them later. This was fucking over 1500 words guys!)

OH MY GOODNESS IM- DON1T LOOK AT ME

did i ever show you this edit i made

gruntledbananafish  asked:

Hi there! I have a situation and I'm not sure what to do. I just joined a D&D campaign and I'm really enjoying it. However, one of the guys in the campaign made a rape joke in the middle of the session. Everyone kind of ignored it. I don't know the guy super-well so I'm not comfortable talking to him directly, but it really made me feel like shit, especially because I have some personal experiences (which I don't wanna disclose). Should I talk to the DM about this? What do I say?

I can’t tell you what to do, or how to feel in those situations. I can only tell you what I would do.

I would talk to the DM right away, and I wouldn’t apologize for my feelings. This is one of those things that I think is pretty binary: rape jokes aren’t okay, and I don’t want to be around anyone who thinks that they are. If the DM makes excuses or isn’t willing to take your concerns seriously, I would tear my character sheet up right there and leave the group.

The problem isn’t just that this guy thought it was okay to make that joke, but that everyone at the table didn’t have a problem with it. I don’t know how far you want to take it, and what your personal red line is, but I’d talk to the DM first, and then I would ask for a moment at the beginning of the next session to address the group about it.

I would say something like, “I really enjoy this campaign, and I like being part of this group. But the last time we played, I felt really uncomfortable when a rape joke was made at the table, and nobody seemed to have a problem with it. If I’m going to continue to be part of this group, I want you to know that I’m not okay with that. Maybe you don’t know that 1 in 4 women has been sexually assaulted or raped, and maybe you don’t know that when you make those jokes or go along with those jokes, you’re communicating to the women around you that you don’t take it seriously, and that you’re subtly communicating to the men around you that rape and assault isn’t a big deal. Literally every woman I know has been sexually harassed at some point in their lives. More than half have been sexually assaulted, and I know several rape survivors. Rape jokes aren’t funny to me.

“I hope that this was a thing that was just sort of blurted out, that wasn’t considered, that doesn’t reflect your values or who you are. Like I said, I’m having a really good time being part of this campaign, but if this sort of thing is not a problem for you, I can’t be part of this, and I’m ready to leave right now if that’s the case.”

Or something like that. I think you get the gist of what I’m going for. If they minimize your feelings, get up and leave. There will always be other games to play in. If they want to deflect it minimize it, because they’re embarrassed, give them a moment to react, and see if you can engage in dialog about the realities of sexual assault for women.

I always believe that it’s worth making the effort to educate and enlighten someone, but that’s not the only way to deal with these things, but that’s absolutely not your responsibility. Their feelings aren’t your responsibility. What I’m suggesting is that you make it clear that this isn’t funny or acceptable, and that if they think it is, you’re not going to be part of the group. In a perfect world, they’ll sincerely apologize. In a perfect world, they will realize that they hadn’t seriously considered the reality of sexual assault, and they’ll own their actions.

I know that a lot of gamers read this Tumblr, and I know that a lot of women read this Tumblr. Maybe someone else has advice or experience they’d care to share with you.

I’m sorry that you have to deal with this, and I hope that it’s resolved in a way that lets you continue to play in the campaign, and helps these dudes grow a level in humanity.

Castiel’s palms are sweating so profusely, he’s ninety-five percent sure he’s going to sweat through his mittens and the wrapped gifts they’re clutching. He watches with wide eyes and a racing heart as Dean rings the doorbell and walks inside, tugging him along by his coat sleeve.

“What if they hate me?”

“Won’t happen.”

“Mom? Dad? We’re home!”

“Dean—”

“Cas.”

“Unca Dean!”

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Here’s what it takes to get a green card

From experience, it takes:

1) Money.  A green card application and the biometrics interview cost $1070 all told.

2) A lawyer.  You can do the process on your own without a lawyer, but the reams of paperwork you have to fill out to apply are confusing.  I’m overly educated, used to complex documents, and my first language is English.  I *still* needed a lawyer.

3) In part that’s because, during the application process, if you want to leave the country you have to get dispensation from the courts.  Which costs more money, and I seriously could not have made head nor tail of that process without my lawyer.  Your parent is dying?  Too bad.  The court has to say it’s okay to travel.

4) A sponsor.  You must be sponsored by a citizen family member or your employer who will vouch that no American can do your job.

5) Patience.  This process takes a long time.

6) A biometrics interview.  I was fingerprinted, had my retina scanned, and had my photo taken. If, for example, you’ve dyed your hair since you filled out your application, they will quibble with you about whether your application is accurate.

7) A background check.  On your application you testify that you haven’t been involved with terrorism or genocide and immigration services has to corroborate that.  They will also check your employment history, where you’ve lived, etc etc.

8) More patience.

When you get your card, it’s the size of a credit card.  You know how credit cards have a magnetic stripe on the back with your information on it?  The back of a green card is *entirely* magnetic stripe.  Your entire life history is on there.  Your green card application also has to be updated every ten years.  So you don’t just get one and then get to do whatever you like.  You also have to update immigration services any time you move or you’re in violation of your green card arrangement.

If I had been prevented from returning to the U.S. after a visit to my country of origin while on my green card I would have been left without a) a place to stay, b) money, c) reliable access to my lawyer, and d) my job in the U.S. would have been in jeopardy, thereby threatening my ability to pay for my housing, car, and other bills in the U.S.  I would have had no infrastructure, because I’ve lived in the U.S. longer than in my country of origin (23 years as opposed to 22).  And that’s not even taking into account that many, many people with green cards are trying to escape abuse, torture, and threats to their life in their country of origin.  Their physical and mental safety is in grave danger.

Trump’s act suggests that green card holders are NOT already vetted within an inch of their lives (patently untrue) and that it is at best an inconvenience to people to not get back into the U.S. (again, completely untrue).  It is a monstrous, fear-mongering act of security theatre rather than anything that will make the country safe.

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You’ve brought up this issue before, this issue of not feeling like you’re in control. Do you remember? When we spoke about your father.

Kara is going to tell Lena she’s Supergirl, but things take an unexpected turn

Kara: “Alright! So I wanted to see you because… there’s something I need to tell you.”
Lena: “Should I be worried?”
Kara: “No! Well, I… hope not??”
Lena: “Oh, please, Kara: don’t be too reassuring.”
Kara: “Look, I… We’ve been friends from a good while now, and I care about you… a lot.”
Lena: “Okay… Okay, me too. I think I made it pretty clear by now. So what’s… what’s wrong?”
Kara: “Nothing, but…”
Kara: *sighs*
Kara: “I can’t keep this for myself anymore.”
Lena: “…”
Kara: “I haven’t told this to many people in my life. I just recently started opening up a little, but it’s… hard to trust. You never know how they’re gonna react, how they’re gonna take or how things will change as soon as I say the words… Ugh, God, I must sound completely insane right now.”
Lena: “You don’t, I’m just… surprised to be hearing this.”
Kara: “Believe me, I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but… I just value our friendship so much, I-I’ve been afraid to… ruin everything, and-”
Lena: “You’re not ruing anything, Kara. I think I know what you’re trying to tell me.”
Kara: “You… You do??”
Lena: “Yes. Actually, I suspected so a few times, but I thought it was just my imagination.”
Kara: “Hah, well, I can see why you thought so. I try really hard to not to show it.”
Lena: *leans over*
Lena: “Well, there’s no reason to play pretend anymore, don’t you think?”
Kara: “Y-yeah. So, I’m just… gonna say it? I’m just gonna say it. Lena, I’m S-”
Lena: *kisses Kara*
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Oh… Ohhh! You- I- Haha! I mean-”
Kara: *coughs*
Kara: “Didn’t see that coming.”
Lena: “Are you… alright, Kara?”
Kara: “Me? Pfft, I’m fine! I’m great, I’m fine!”
Lena: “You don’t… You don’t seem fine.”
Kara: “Haha, you know, that was… that was…”
Kara: *gulps*
Kara: “Can you… Can you repeat that last part?  ‘Cause, the acoustics in here is… horrible.”
Lena: “The… The acoustics? Kara, what the-”
Kara: *kisses Lena*
Lena: “…”
Lena: “Horrible acoustics.”
Kara: “Horrible acoustics.”

Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly
— 

Okay story time. High school was a breeze for me, i never tried super hard, i was ‘talented’ to some extent because i learn fast. Uni now is a whole different story. Everyone around you is smarter, harder working, more competitive. Failure is unavoidable. So i failed my expectations a few times, and i was disappointed. But the more i failed (my expectations), the more i realised i grew more. It made me better. It motivated me to work harder. It taught me to be humble. And it made me cherish and celebrate my successes even more because i knew i had worked hard for them. So somewhere along the line (i’m not sure when) I began embracing failure. I completely changed my attitude towards it. I realised that only through failure, can come worthy success. 

Failure is my friend now. I’m no longer scared of it. If i try my best and failure still visits me, i invite it in for a cup of tea and ask it how i could do better next time. I grow. Then i walk failure to the door, and wave it goodbye, anticipating its next visit. 

My child I can feel you drifting from me. I want you to know that even though you are drifting, I am still here. I still love you, I still care deeply about you and your soul. As tears fill my eyes watching you choose worldly things over my guidance I still am choosing to draw your thoughts back to me. I want you to come back to me. Drop whatever is hindering your growth and run. I know it feels like you can’t, it feels like a loss in this world or you aren’t strong enough. That is okay, because my strength is made perfect in weakness for you. That is why I am here for you my love, to fill you with my strength and defend you. To show you that this world has nothing promising to offer you. It is never a loss when you lose something of this world for My sake. I promise I will never fail you even when you fail me. My grace still stands and my love still surrounds your aching soul. Please don’t treat yourself like this you are more than your sins and shame. That is why I died, for those very reasons. To strip away the guilt, the shame and the death. Come back to me my child. I’m waiting patiently but eagerly for your heart. I love you.
—  God