i never said it made any sense

I am always down for angst and I would have even been okay dealt with a break up but what I am NOT here for is Barry using the ONE thing that Iris is feeling vulnerable about as a way to break her heart so that she would let him walk away. 

It was cowardly and that’s not Barry. I thought Iris was exaggerating a little bit when she said their engagement was tainted last week but the writers made sure to make that prophecy a reality because it’s ALL the way tainted now. 

I know that they’ll be fine, and probably next week at that because these two have never been good at staying apart, but it’s still stupid that the writers decided to go this route with their breakup. Barry purposefully hurting Iris and making her doubt his love for her just doesn’t make sense in any context. Even with the audience knowing the truth about how devastated he was at the thought of her not wanting to marry him I still can’t reconcile the fact that Barry would do that to Iris. 

All I know is that their makeup scene had better be out of this world amazing. And when (not if) Barry Allen proposes again he had better put Hallmark out of business. Barry better do anything and everything to make sure that Iris NEVER has any reason to doubt his love or anything he does for her ever again. That’s very least he could do. 


“Because humans are complicated beasts, the monster said. How can a queen be both a good witch and a bad witch? How can a prince be a murderer and a saviour? How can an apothecary be evil-tempered but right-thinking? How can a parson be wrong-thinking but good-hearted? How can invisible men make themselves more lonely by being seen?

“I don’t know,” Connor shrugged, exhausted. “Your stories never made any sense to me.”

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

Kiyomi: “I finished the family tree! Here you go! I don’t know if uncle Totty is still dating someone so I didn’t add him. But yeah this is my WHOOOOOLE family!”
Kara: “It came out wonderful Kiyomi! So talented! I’m so proud!”
Oso: “Hey good job kiddo! Wait why is your mom blacked out?”
Kiyomi: “Because I don’t know what Mama looks like.”
Oso: “You never showed her any pictures of her Kara?”
Kara: “There isn’t any, she never liked pictures. Said they made her unconformable.”
Oso: “Makes sense I guess.”

anonymous asked:

are there any conversations that changed you?

yes. yes. absolutely. the first that comes to mind is this,,

i used to have the worst anxiety in the dark. every single night, from age 12-19, i would wake up and have multiple panic attacks. one summer afternoon, i was texting the boy i was in love with, and i was having a panic attack. somewhere between throwing up and shivering. for whatever reason, he asked if i was afraid of the dark, and i didnt know what to say. what he said next, i still think about fairly often bc it has never made any sense to me, but it still… changed everything. took away the panic attacks. he told me that the dark was safer? it was better bc he couldn’t see the demons, but the demons could see him, so all he had to do was take all the swings and at some point he’d have to hit them. a lot of images came to mind, and for some reason, somehow. i havent had regular panic attacks at night. something about using vulnerability and drive to fight back no matter what. (then he told me he loved me and i said i didnt believe it but that’s a whole other thing lmao).

(umm i hope it’s okay that i post this. and if he somehow reads it and is like “thats not what i said” then correct me idk?)

ive had a few of these. i remember them, and the people that gave them to me.

“Because we shouldn’t have to”:  The Straightwashing of Mystique and a Call to Arms for Femslash in the XMCU

Okay, so I want to open this post by saying that I’m gonna get critical.  On the eve of the US release of X-Men: Apocalypse, I feel that this needs to be said, so I am gonna say it. 

The X-movies need to stop straightwashing Mystique.  Additionally, the fandom needs to stop letting them. 

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onepersonsechochamber  asked:

How is the Rebels killing Stormtroopers somehow making them not as good as the Empire they're fighting against? The Empire that does much worse in the galaxy, given their influence and resources and grip around the galaxy? Hell, the rebels in the original trilogy killed during their skirmishes with the Empire. Why should the Rebels in SWR be held accountable for their killings? Your post really doesn't make any sense.

I’m not entirely sure where “not as good as the Empire they’re fighting against” came from, since I never said that. 

And yes, the Rebels in the OT killed people too. I just made the post specifically about SWR because that’s what I happen to be currently watching. 

“Why should the Rebels in SWR be held accountable for their killings?” because everyone should be held accountable for killing. Not just the people we’re cursing and booing. I honestly don’t care about who does or does not receive an actual reckoning for their killing, but I would like it acknowledged that it happens, and that yes, people are responsible for their actions even if they’re The Heroes. There are no saints here, just people involved in a war on multiple sides, and all sides believe they are in the right, and all sides kill to further their goals. It’s just the nature of the beast. 

The post’s entire purpose was to highlight the fact that Rebels killing people is glossed over. And that’s part of the paid narrative’s job, to make sure that the heroes they want us to cheer for are perceived as having the Moral High Ground. They do that by downplaying the deaths and destruction they cause and instead highlighting the state of mind that they’re in - the focus on their dedication to the ideals of freedom and justice, their faith in the promise of a better life. So the narrative has definitely done a good job on that front.

Overall in the dominant Star Wars narrative, the Empire’s killing is thrown into high relief and highlighted over and over again as a major example of the atrocities they commit. So I didn’t really feel the need to rehash in that post what everyone knows and readily acknowledges, since it’s already so obvious. But when the Rebels kill, it’s so often pushed aside as part of the adventure, part of the Noble Cause, and it never enters many peoples’ minds because very few people think objectively about the heroes they’re cheering for. 

The Empire in SWR and the OT is an oppressive, totalitarian regime. And the Rebels are terrorists. If we divorce them from the POV of “Rebels = Heroes to cheer for” and “Empire = villains to hate”, it boils down to “established government” vs. “small insurgent military faction”, and removes the values judgment. None of this is intended to be a values judgment. I’m not saying they’re wrong. But I’m not saying they’re right, either. Nobody’s “right” - it’s a war. People die in wars. I’m just stating that the Rebels are also responsible for their share of killing people and it’s so often glossed over, and I’m not okay with the dominant narrative voice obfuscating that. 

The Hunting High

Just a little bit of fun before I go to bed.

Warnings: language, masturbation, nudity, and implied sex

It was just something about sharing a hunt with two tall, masculine men that made her want to be fucked raw. The adrenaline, the danger, the filth of it all…hunting and killing was a high she could never get used to. Better than any drug she’d tried. But having Sam and Dean Winchester at her back through it, well that definitely upped the ante.

(Y/N) charged through the door of the boys’ motel room and announced that she was staying the night with them. No sense in going their separate ways before having a little fun.

“And I’m showering first,” she said. She dropped her equipment and started to strip. “Unless you want to join?” She tossed the brothers a wink, threw off the last of her clothes, and stepped into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

Neither Dean or Sam were particularly surprised by (Y/N)’s boldness. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist and they’d hunted alongside her enough times to understand that. But still, the way she undressed with confidence, her long limbs dancing around her body with ease, it was sexy as hell. The way she displayed her nakedness, not even bothering to hide the fact that she wanted them to look, it never got old. She was almost 6 feet tall and slim, but with lean muscles from her ankles to her neck. She had the bronze body of an Amazon warrior and she enjoyed showing it off. She enjoyed using it for her pleasure too.

Under the hot water, she ran her fingers down her slick skin, loving the goosebumps she left in her wake. She gasped loudly as she flicked her long fingers over her clit and moaned as she pressed almost painful circles in that sensitive area. Knowing that the Winchesters could hear her sounds of pleasure filled her with a sense of power, made her feel incredibly sexy. The problem was that having them in such close proximity made it impossible for her to reach the pleasure she needed all on her own.

When she stepped out of the steaming shower, she draped a not-quite-long-enough towel around her torso and leaned against the door frame, allowing the dim lights over the bathroom sink to frame her in a flattering way.

“So I’m still revved up. Who wants to help me burn off some of this energy?”

Dean and Sam looked at each other, eyebrows raised and mouths slightly ajar. It only took a second for their shock to wear off and be replaced by a look of determination.

They lifted their fists simultaneously. “One, two, three…”

Poor Dean. Always with the scissors.

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we-laugh-till-we-cry  asked:

So, I'm kinda freaking out because I saw you reblogged that one post from me (the one where you never see the post unless it's dark out) and I went in the tags to see if happened to you and I saw that you said it was 10:37 pm, and when I looked up on my phone screen clock, it was 10:37... and you reblogged that from me yesterday. i don't know if any of that made sense, but im kinda freaking out haha that's such a coincidence

OMG Are you serious???? MAYBE ITS FATE! Maybe it’s DESTINY!!! :D :D :D

We never made any kind of sense.
While you found hope in the soft light that came with new mornings,
I found comfort in the black blanket that enveloped us all when the sun finally said goodbye.
I adored my lavander tea, while you swore that without a cup of hazelnut coffee,
there was no possible way you’d survive.
The devilish smirk that always seemed to dance across your lips marked you as trouble,
whilst my eyes that were slightly too round gave off an impression of false innocence.
I think we were just to drunk in love to notice how different we really were.
To drunk on the fact that when one of us would try to steal a glance, the other would already be staring back.
To drunk on how a linked pinky would result in both of our heartbeats speeding up and shaky palms.
To drunk in the sense that we were perfectly content sitting in the back of your old pick up truck, gazing into eachother’s eyes and
telling eachother things that had never before ever dared leave our mouths.

I was warned, you know.
People said we were too different,
that we would never last.
You don’t know how much I wanted to prove them wrong.
To bad you left before I got the chance.

—  n.g.// excerpt from a book i’ll never write #1

I’ve said this before but it’s been 80+ years since the highly successful, critically acclaimed Thin Man film series, in which literal marrieds Nick and Nora Charles drank and had cool parties and solved silly mysteries that made no sense, came into our world. And they were ALREADY MARRIED AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SERIES THERE *WAS* NEVER ANY UNRESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION and they never had drama or broke up and yet their relationship /interaction is UNIVERSALLY REGARDED as the strongest aspect of the films and I can’t believe in the year 2016 I still have to listen to condescending and unfortunately influential fanboys tell me that established couples can’t be interesting and that I don’t really know what I want!!! lmao fuck off maybe!!!


Imagine you and Dean had been dating, but you had never said that you loved eachother, and then one day after hunting a witch, Sam finds a hex bag in Dean’s pocket and he’s been under a love spell for a few days, but he didn’t act any different because he was already in love with you

“So, what you’re saying is I’ve been under a love curse for 3 days?” Dean said, confused

“That’s what I’m saying”

You looked between the brothers, trying to figure out how this made any sense, you were just as confused as Dean

Dean spoke up again, “But I haven’t felt any different”

Sam smirked as he looked between the two of you, “Exactly, Dean”

The brothers turned to face you, and your face mirrored Dean’s as realization struck. Dean blushed, something you never saw him do, and started acing flustered and embarrassed.

You walked over to him and said “I love you too, Dean” and watched as a smile lit up his face as he gave out a relieved sigh

“Called it!” you heard Sam yell over his shoulder as he left the room

An Open Letter About Running:
I’m sorry if this is random and doesn’t make any sense. It’s finals week, haha.
I think it’s so funny how I think of running as a person. It’s not even an inanimate object. It’s not something you can touch. It’s just a word, an action, a verb. But somehow the word “running” makes me think of a personal relationship, something tangible, something real. Something that you can hug and grip onto and never let go of. When I was a freshman, my coach made us shirts that said “Running is my boyfriend”, and I think that that is so true. I give up parts of my life for running, just like a relationship. Sometimes I love Running, it consumes all my thoughts, Running loves me back. But sometimes I feel like Running has turned against me, like I’m not meant to be a runner, and I’m not even sure why I started running in the first place. Just like a normal relationship.
Running has ripped me apart and built me up. I would not be the person I am today if I didn’t have Running in my life. There are times when running stresses me out to the MAX, it has made me cry, it has made me have anxiety attacks, but there are also times when my runs feel like cursive writing. Runs where everything just feels right (See: picture above).
It is through these ups and downs that I have grown as a person. I am happier, nicer, and smarter because of Running. I think that if everyone in the world was a runner, the world would be a much better place. Running changes you, and it is something very real. So happy Global Running Day, from yours truly