i need to go back to twitter

“Shhh…I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. And–– in about eight months, I’ll be amazing!”

If you haven’t read @pizzansunshine fic, you need to now!! I can’t read it without screaming, so I screamed it onto my page! She requested something like this a WHIIILE back and she probably forgot by now because I’m slow! Thanks for being a one of a kind, amazing, thoughtful, caring, and wonderful amiga! You’re seriously the best!! 

PS. Congrats to Elena and Mateo in our AU-verse! They’re going to be parents! 

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When Brie Larson presented Casey Affleck with the best-actor Oscar at the Academy Awards last week, her muted reaction did not go unnoticed, especially on social media. After handing Affleck the award, Larson stepped back and stood with both her arms at her side while the audience gave the actor a standing ovation.

“I think that whatever it was that I did onstage kind of spoke for itself. I’ve said all that I need to say about that topic.” - Brie Larson

to be honest, i am never going to not love fury road. and i am never going to not love fury road for the exact same reason that i am never going to not love pacific rim: because they are movies that focus uncompromisingly on women and on the stories of women and do not pick at them or highlight their flaws or put them in conflict with other women so that the dudebros in the corner can yell “catfight!” and whistle.

pacific rim doesn’t pass the bechdel test of course, but it is still a movie where i can very readily believe that guillermo del toro asked somebody “do we really need a mildly attractive white boy who isn’t portayed as a sack of shit for the majority of the movie as a protagonist?” and some stuffy hollywood exec informed him that he had to have at least one so he sighed and picked charlie hunnam out of a lineup and informed him that his job was to stand there and look pretty with his shirt off and smile adoringly at rinko kikuchi whenever she was onscreen, which he did fantastically. also idris elba and a narrative centered around a found family featuring a black father and a japanese daughter that culminates in the kind of love so profound that the last words she says to him don’t even need to be translated for a non-japanese-speaking audience.

fury road is a movie that was edited by a woman because george miller literally did not fucking trust a man to do it justice, and even our beloved sad puppy protaganist still has his moment where we all yell at him to just let furiosa and the girls in the truck you miserable bastard you all want the same thing and then they turn an MRA into a feminist willing to die for the cause, and they put naked women on the screen without making me want to curl up inside and die, and killed women to show us how that made other women feel, and brought literal fucking hellfire down on the patriarchy to grind them into rubble. also, ALSO, the only reason this ridiculous fucking plan even worked in the end was because LITERAL CHILDREN and enslaved women lowered the platform and opened the floodgates to water, which is essentially the same as salvation when you live in a post-nuclear desert hellscape run by god-kings who waste thousands of gallons of gasoline just to track down their escaped sex slaves. also actual polynesian actresses in a movie set in australia. also a complete lack of rape scene or discussion of sex, crude or otherwise. also the person who everybody knows is the protag of fury road in the same way everyone knows mako is the protag of pacific rim even though the trailers will do their best to convince the MRAs otherwise is an amputee driven by the same immense boiler of screaming fury that i, as an abuse victim and as a feminist and as someone who has had friends go through way worse shit than i did, feel on a regular basis, and we don’t need to know the full story of what happened; we know that she was kidnapped, we know her mother is dead, we know that it’s probably been twenty years of literal hell for her, and we know that she is not above dying to save four girls who yell at her when she tries to kill someone that has been sent to bring them back to immortan joe.

this is not the wink wink nudge nudge feminism of joss “i quit twitter bc feminists were harassing me” whedon. these are movies that make me feel like they are opening floodgates to stories where megan fox can show up onscreen and be taken seriously instead of objectified, and lucy liu can play any damn character she wants in reboots of stories that used to just be about arrogant white boys, and laverne cox doesn’t have to be asked what her fucking crotch looks like before people can hold a conversation with her.

pacific rim and fury road, as colorful (literally, there is an entire post on this site about modern hollywood and it’s shitty, drained-of-color-to-feel-”gritty” movies) narratives about hope and love, actually make me, a decrepit, sarcastic husk of a human being, 1) cry about two people nodding at each other and touching foreheads, and 2) actually believe that our cinema will one day stop being such a white sausagefest.

movies that can do that are a big deal.


Cole gives us a lot of advice regarding everything, all the things that come with this life. He’s been through it all […] I remember having this conversation with him before the show came out, and he was like, “Don’t read comments. Don’t read your Twitter feed. Stay away from it. It’s just going to get in your head.” I’m like, “Cole, I hear you, but at the same time, I need to experience it for myself because I need to know what it feels like to read something and be irked by it […] then I’ll know why I don’t want to go back to it. Or maybe I’ll be like, I can handle this and not let it faze me.” That’s a bigger obstacle to conquer.

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Okay while I’m at it (i mean talking abt my art policy w someone laughs)
I would like to share this thing happened to me from months ago.
Something I rlly have to tell to all my followers or people who visit my page.

To begin with, I’m a really flexible kind of artist regarding my own art’s policies.

Use as icon? Use it. Use as header? Use it. Repost? Redraw? Trace? Reference? Yep, totally don’t mind, go ahead. I see those stuff as ways to appreciate my art, instead i would like laughs at it and “wow why would you like my ugly art cries, thanks tho.”
There is only one thing I ask from you all, “a credit”, yep, a link back to my tumblr. Or my twitter, or my name, just anything.

Because all I want is “respect and honesty” alright, you don’t need to ask my permission, but if you respect me & my art you surely would at least write down my name on the caption right?

Lol i became too sappy im sorry.
And well so, it’s not rare, but not often either for me to saw my art getting reposted. But this one particular haikyuu page in fb reposted my art without a credit to me. I wouldnt tell which art and which page bcs i don’t want problems. Please don’t look it up either i beg you.

Ok so, ofc my friend is like “haru isn’t this your art?” So I’m like “oh yes it is”
So i went to the page, and comment, kindly and politely, to put my link to tumblr on the caption. Thought, honestly, i wouldnt mind if they don’t do it either bcs if you see the comment section, the link is there, right there.
But this page, instead of choosing to just ignore the comment, which is already quite rude, choose to delete my comment.
My friends are like “whoa wtf, do u need a hand” but I’m too tired of shits already so I’m like “nah it’s cool.”

Ok, so, I’m no big artist, and I’m totally cool with this kind of thing. But it’s rlly unrespectful to the artist to do this kind of thing man. If you can’t support the artist by buying their stuff, commissing them, well excuse u, at least pls support them by respecting them.

To the admin of that page, i forgive you but please don’t do it anymore cries.

I’m sorry for rambling too much, i just feel like i need to make this post so some ppl would know all i want is my name written on the caption
Here have a KageHina :’) i haven’t been drawing so much lately cries //rolls away


TS just put out a tweet hinting at a possible world tour in 2017. BUT!!! A lot of K-Babyz and other international fans are tweeting against this so BAP members can rest and so they can focus on building back up their domestic fans and popularity.

I know a lot of you may be excited for a world tour and want to see them (I do too) but their rest is much more important to me!

If you have twitter please, please, please help trend the tag: #BAP_2017월드투어_반대

It’s already trending at #2 and we need to keep it going! Even if you aren’t a bap fan, plz help us trend this so TS will reconsider and let the members rest(especially Bang) We would really appreciate it💕💕 Plz help our boys get the rest that TS promised.

The Serpent Queen

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is the one to go to Jughead’s trailer after the Jubilee and sees him put on the Southside Serpent jacket, and what ensues afterward.

Warnings: There is some straight up SIN ya’ll I said I wouldn’t write smut again but then things happened and now I’m here okay? Okay (although this is probably still just a once in a blue moon thing I have to be in the right kinda mood ya feel?)

Word Count: 3,060

A/N: I needed an ending to this scene and I can’t wait until season two so I wrote one myself.


The murder is solved, the town slowly healing, the thoughts of anything bad are being to the back of all of our heads, at least for tonight. After the Jubilee we all decide to go to Pop’s for milkshakes, and as we sit there in the moonlight we laugh at the jokes Jughead makes or just silly stuff that we see come up on Twitter.

We have way too many milkshakes, and Jughead’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, my hands around his knee that was up on the booth, and nothing seems to hurt us. As the clock strikes midnight we decided to finally get some privacy.

His trailer is empty, after all.

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Hello friends

I’m sorry to have to come back to blog and post something so dejecting but this needs to be spread.


XiuminTv, a large EXO twitter account, has posted an extremely awful video depicting BTS and footages of the KKK trying to compare the two as a “joke.”

This is HIGHLY offensive and hateful. This is not about someone attacking BTS or an ongoing fan war between ARMYs and Exo Ls; this is about blatant disregard for African Americans and part of the USA’s awful history.

I urge you to go and report this account for its harmful and abusive comments and posts on twitter.

Again, this is not about a fan war. This is about one person’s disgusting hatred. Do not comment back, they are only enjoying the angry comments more. Simply report and block the account and hopefully twitter will take them down for good.

Thank you.

- Alex

Page 51. Last page of Chapter 2 - thank you for reading!

For the next chapter, the prologue (originally this animatic I made a few years back) needed rewriting to help set the story up better - so I’m going back & basing the next chapter I do loosely on that!

I’m aiming to have updates for that chapter start in August, but I’ll let you guys know the exact date once I’ve got that set. Until then, more updates will be at my twitter or main blog. :-)

Whatever It Takes || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Two years was a long time for most people, but after having to deal with busy schedules and barely any time to yourself, you soon got used to it. The idea that just a few years ago you had been a nobody, nothing, and now you were a popular solo artist in South Korea seemed to be such a huge surprise to you.

You found yourself still waking up some mornings wondering how you had gotten to this point in your life. How you hadn’t just given up yet, considering everything you’ve had to go through to get where you were. Two years was a long time, especially when you worked at the same company as your ex-boyfriend and had to see him every time you came together for award shows or meetings.

Jungkook had become known as the golden maknae of BTS, and you were proud of him. But you couldn’t deny a part of you ached every time you thought back to two years ago just before your debut date. It was his decision, and if you could go back you would have done everything in your power to change his mind, but you pushed through and lived with his choice.

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You Look Delicious

“I’m not arguing I’m explaining why I’m right” “Babe look, babe, babe, babe, babe, BAAAABE” with Tom Holland thank you

Originally posted by takemespidey


Y/N is trying to explain why waffles are better than pancakes and Tom finds it adorable. Lots and LOTS of fluff.

I awoke to the sun peaking through the curtains, causing me to stir and turn on my side to face my boyfriend, Tom. His chest rose and fell slightly with the rhythm of his breath, his arm still wrapped around me from the night before.

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Battle ready, bruised boyfriends, because I wanted to draw them wearing the armors from this scene.

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so, here’s something I’ve been thinking about for the last couple of days.
I mean, it’s something I think about all of the time,
but lately, it’s like, I’m always late for work, only have ten minutes to get ready, my room is a mess, I only eat junk food, 
and I’m like why? So whenever I try to diagnose the problem, it always comes back to, I just don’t have any time?
And people will agree with you, “Oh I never have any time! I wish there were just more hours in the day, because there just isn’t enough TIME”
and it’s so fun to agree! 
Oh yeah totally, I’m so fucking busy!

but honestly, what am I so busy with?I
Like, I remember leasure. I remember having plenty of time. 
I remember being “bored” but I literally don’t say that anymore,
and have no time ever
because I’m on my phone.

Like, I wake up in the morning and check my phone for like forty five minutes.
before i get out of bed or do anything else, i’m checking my email. reading the emails. checking instagram, checking my feed. Oops, something caught my interest, gotta read this article about statement sleeves, okay time to check twitter. 
THIS TAKES SO LONG, whyyyy do I do it. 
Okay, so then I try to think back to how I used to wake up, before this became a ritual. I would get ready, put on makeup, brush my hair, play music, make coffee. 
Now, I check my phone until it’s like, fifteen minutes before I need to get ready for work, and I just go to work in whatever shirt I slept in, and wear leggings. 
but I just think, “Hey, i’m late because I ran out of time.”
then when it’s time to cook, I don’t want to make anything that will take over twenty minutes to prepare because i’m busy
I fall asleep with my makeup on every night because i’m reading through comments on twitter until 1am and my eyes just water themselves shut.

and I think this is like, pretty normal. 
If I just accounted for all of this time on social media, it would probably be like five hours.
Imagine if someone gave you free five hours to add to your day, imagine all of the things you could get done?? Like, imagine. 
I could exercise, buy produce, text back my friends, visit home, learn how to drive stick, do my laundry, 

but I actually do have those five hours, I just waste them.
There’s so much shit on my to-do list that I’ll never do because it just feels normal to spend three hours in a row on my phone every night before I fall asleep.
It feels good. I’m checking up with friends, reading the news, shopping online, reading gossip, staying informed-
I’m getting cultured every time I go on social media, I can’t miss out on that. 

so the conflict is always this;
I’ve only had a smart phone for a few years. I was pretty late to the game, and honestly did pretty well for myself with just a flip phone.
So it’s really not that hard for me to think back to just a few years ago, and how much more often I was out doing something just because I was ‘curious’ or ‘bored’ and didn’t have anything else to occupy me. I used to meet up with so many more people, and ask my friends to hangout with me and we actually would. I traveled more, was in better shape, and just felt like I was more my authentic self. 

how many other people feel this way. Is this one of those cute millennial complexes where we remember **before iphones** and cannot compute
or is this just how i feel, and another symptom of ‘i hate myself but it’s cute’

so i’m challenging myself to be more conscious of my social media use and ‘wasted’ phone consumption time. 
and! I can’t use my phone if I haven’t completely, both feet on the floor, gotten out of bed. 

callout for aya now @miisdreavus

EDIT: UPDATED 8/13/17; just in the past couple of weeks after aya has said that she is “improving” she made nazi jokes, suicide baited me, and also started drama/harassing me again for “hacking her” with absolute no proof, just to start drama.
also dated a 9yr old while 17, sexted with a 13-14 yr old explicitly

please don’t ignore this.

aya @ miisdreavus (previously heavyyhearts / dreamishiro / lighterdayss / scarletrosebuds ) is an abuser who frequently manipulated and guilted me. she blames everything that she does on completely not being able to control it and her bpd.

tw: manipulation/guilt tripping, cutting ; minor drugs & alcohol

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wade's big cry for help thank you

hi everyone.

if you follow me on twitter, you might know i’m trying to go back to school starting in october (i’ve aready been accepted and enrolled- it’s a 9 month massage therapy program and i’m very excited about it). you also probably know i was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis earlier this year. my doctors bills and on/off ability to work have blown through most of my savings.

i have covered most of my tuition (via loans/pell grant/savings), but i need another $360 to finish paying for admission and to help cover another doctor’s visit because my insurance is maxed out.

if you would like to donate, my paypal is paypal.me/wadeebooks

i’m also more than happy to do art commissions. you can check http://kingsoftheimpossible.tumblr.com/tagged/my%20doodles for examples, and i do watercolors which you can find examples of on my twitter. commissions tend to run from $15-$20 because i’m not Super Good but it’s nice to get something for giving something. (if you’ve commissioned me already, please know i’m beyond grateful and working on it).

i will say, if anything happens and i cannot return to school/plans fall through: i will return anything that’s donated. if you have any questions, please feel free to send me an ask or, for a much faster response, dm me on twitter (@wade_ebooks).

finally: please don’t feel pressured. if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen, and i can’t stress enough how thankful i am for how much all of you have helped me in the past. thank you so, so much.

Another word on atomic blonde

Okay kids. Here’s my hot gay take on this movie. As evidenced by my blog, I am deeply unhappy with what Hollywood did with one of their gay characters featured in this movie. That being said, GO WATCH THIS FUCKING MOVIE. If you think it might cause you trauma, then keep yourself safe by all means. Otherwise, go watch the movie. Give your money to this movie.


Because after you watch the movie, you need to hit Twitter and Instagram and Facebook and start voicing your opinion about how shitty it is what they did to that character. They need to hear us loud and clear. HOWEVER. I want this fucking movie to get a sequel. I want them to get a chance to redeem themselves. Anyone who has seen the movie knows that they are masters of the plot twist, so bringing back a dead lesbian character would be cake.

I want to give them a chance to resurrect their gays. Give them your money, and then give them your voice. Bring this back for Atomic Blonde 2 and make sure they know how to fix themselves the second time around.

What I need is a proper Star Trek time travel episode where they go to 2016. 

  • Tom Paris explains to a confused Chakotay about this thing called “Twitter”, where people were divided into “eggs” and “viners”. People who weren’t noticed enough were summarily executed.
  • Tom tries to look like a hipster but get it wrong and dresses like an 80′s rock star.
  • Harry gets lost and ends up on Google maps in Buenos Aires. Janeway has to fix it.
  • Seven “upgrades” some inefficient computers. When someone from Facebook claims to have invented a transkinetic social network energy matrix, Janeway has to go back and fix things. Again. 
  • Neelix accidentally wins a cosplay contest. 
  • B’Elanna stays on the ship and tunes into Keeping up with the Kardashians. After initial suspicions about it being a Cardassian infiltration plot, she gets totally invested. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request a imagine where Harry is tired of hearing all those rumors about him - like him being the one who wanted to leave 1d, him being snob and all the stuff people say about him - and he is sad and crying and reader that is his girlfriend is there to comfort him.

Yes protect our son at all costs.

Something was wrong with him.

 Whenever he came home to you and his apartment he usually had a pep to his step. But when you saw him come in, looking a bit defeated about something and just walked to the couch you knew something happened. Harry was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, sure he has gotten better about it but despite everything he was still that innocent boy who auditioned for a TV show and fame was thrown on him like a gust of wind.

“Hey baby,” you spoke gently to him. He mumbled a hey to you and that was enough for you to walk over and sit right next to him. You gently pulled him to lay his head on your lap which he allowed, running your fingers through his now chopped hair. That seemed to do the trick for him, sighing out while rubbing his face against your lap.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

“Well, I was looking through Twitter…”

“Harry how many times do I have to tell you trolling will only get you upset,” you informed him.

“I know, I know, I goh bored so I just scrolled through whoh people wohre sayin and…I guess I leh it geh the best of me,” he mumbled, his voice was so heavy and sad. “Yeh would think I’d geh used to it by now. Critics are one thing…buh if I feel my own fans disapprove of me…”

“Like what?” You asked. “What are they even saying?”

“Well…a bunch of stuff, luike I wanted the break from the band because of my solo work. Then they talk abou’ I’m jus now this pompous pohson with the yachts and the kind of people I hang out with, it jus goh to me I guess.”

“Harry you know that is not true, you said it yourself in Rolling Stone why you suggested the break. People…they are just bitter, they want something to blame or bitch about hell if I know. If they are not trying to chase you down in your own damn car for a picture they want to bitch about you. You know good and damn well what they say is not true. I sure as shit don’t I have to live with you,” you were trying to make a tiny joke.

He looked at you, and you saw the small smile, but you also saw the tears about to form. That right there broke your heart, he tried so hard to be strong, to have the water roll off his back. He was still human though, and things just get to him. It came with the job, you knew that…but you knew the real Harry, and what people were saying could not be further from the truth.

“Hey, remember when we first met? And we got caught getting pictured while hopping in your SUV? How worried I was?”

“How could I forgeh thah,” he rolled his eyes slightly but he allowed you to keep going.

“Well remember what you asked me? You asked me did I like you, and that if I liked you then that’s all that mattered. I knew what I was going into with you, but I know the you people just forgot about. You wanna know what I see when I look at you?”

He nods, he looked so delicate in that moment, vulnerable. The Mama Bear in you wanted to go on your phone and curse these idiots out but it would prove to be no use. Harry needed to be reassured.

“I see the same frog looking kid from Holmes Chapel with a dream, that wanted to perform and make people happy. Someone who goes above and beyond for his family, who wants to fight against injustice. Someone who loves his fans with all of his heart, even if they don’t deserve it. Because that is who you are Harry Styles, you are the warmest…sweetest…amazing human being I have ever known. You have the heart the size of Texas because you see the good in everyone. What people say is not who you are, and you know that. I know that for sure. I thank my lucky stars every day to find such a rare thing like you, don’t you dare let some snot nose brats who would not dare to say it to your face change anything about you. Because those few? Are nothing to the thousands of fans who love and adore you right back.”

That made Harry smile, cuddling closer to you as he buries his face against your stomach. He was such a puppy sometimes, but it made you smile knowing that made him feel better. You stroke his hair, hearing him hum happily against you.

“Whoh would I possibly do without yeh?” He asked you as those warm green eyes cast up at you with such love and devotion. That was the Harry you fell for, not the fame…or the money. Yes those were nice…but it was Harry himself that sucked you in. The hopeless romantic that always shook the hands of everyone he met. Who would clean up after people just because. Who always made sure she felt special, even when he was away. He always put other people’s needs over his own, but he deserved the entire world.

“Hey you got me okay?” You tell him, bending over to give him a soft kiss on the lips. “Now, are you okay now? Because I will go on Twitter and hurt some people.”

He laughs, sitting back up shaking his head before kissing you on the lips again.

“Yeah I’m okay Mama Bear,” he rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“And I love you Froggy,” you smirked at him.

“Do yeh have to call me Froggy?” He asked. “I don’ think I look jus like a frog yeh know.”

“You are my Froggy and that’s that,” you spoke getting up. “And I love my Froggy so much I am going to endure watching The Notebook with him.”

“Really? Yeh don’ have to…” He spoke almost shy again but you gave him a look which made him be quiet. “Yes ma’am.”

You didn’t really realize it, but Harry was beyond grateful to you. Out of everyone you stook to your guns about the two of you. You always defended him, always reminded him to take a step back and see what this fame thing was. You were right, people were going to complain everyday but he knew the truth. He was convinced you were heaven sent, that without you here he would be beyond bummed out and alone in his thoughts.

This life…it could be lonely…yes he did have his friends, his family, but you were his anchor, his home. You helped keep the dark thoughts at bay, kept his world warm and full of life.

Maybe the ring he had saved would have to be presented sooner then expected after all.

Covetous (Part One)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic. 

Author’s Note: I have not yet written an angst or slow burn fic, so this is quite different from my usual fluffy fics. It’s been fun to write so far and I’m looking forward to writing the rest of it. I know I said yesterday that I wouldn’t be posting for a bit, but this prompt was too good to ignore so… here we are. 

Words: 2,766 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of surgery/hospital 

Also, for this, it’s modern and Lin has Hamilton and Moana done, but he’s obviously not married and doesn’t have his son for sakes of the fic. 

Enjoy!! (don’t hesitate to tell me how you like it through asks, messages, comments, or reblogs!) 

“I’m just saying… why would Rassilon say that Time Lords would stand as monuments such as the Weeping Angels if it wasn’t true? And it’s the perfect bit for the immortality thing – they’re immortal as statues.” You continued your ages old debate with your best friend as you pushed open the door to your favorite spot – the hole-in-the-wall tea shop you had frequented since your freshman year of college. Greeted with the sugar and spice notes of the over one-hundred different kinds of tea brewed here and a “hello” from your favorite worker, you nodded before Lin countered your opinion.

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