i still can't believe it okay

  • Me, an LGBTQ+ person: I'm uncomfortable around this homophobic person
  • Society: WOW okay why can't you try to understand them????? Like, not everyone was raised the same way as you??? I can't believe you're being so rude, can't you just respect someone's opinion????
  • Yuuri: Did you tell anybody we’re engaged?
  • Victor: Yes, Yuuri, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we’re engaged.
  • Yuuri: Okay, no need to be sarcastic.
  • Victor: No, seriously, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we’re engaged.
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And all of those clichés I had about the country and the people, it kind of was all dispersed straight away. So we had a lot to talk about.

Dev Patel on his experience portraying the true story of Saroo Brierley in Lion

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Here’s my breakdown of what happened at C2E2!

I spent Friday attending professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.

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  • Bioware Game: Okay, so you've got the option to flirt with-
  • Me: Yeah, do it.
  • Bioware Game: Well, but you could flirt wi-
  • Me: Yep, let's go.
  • Bioware Game: You can't really get a relationship with them, but you can flirt w-
  • Me: Yesssssss, get the flirting going.
  • Bioware Game: Okay, calm down, you can't get a relationship with everyone!
  • My polyamorous, bisexual ass: And whose goddamn fault is that, Bioware?
Remember that time?
  • Harry: Hey guys, remember that time I refused to shake Malfoy's hand?
  • Ron: Haha, yeah, good times!
  • Harry: What about the time I threw mud at him by the Shrieking Shack?
  • Hermione: I still can't believe you didn't get in more trouble for that!
  • Harry: And remember how I used the map to follow him around sixth year?
  • Ron: Haha...
  • Hermione: *rolls eyes*
  • Harry: Okay, well, remember that time I snuck into the Slytherin dorms under the cloak to watch him wank, and then I stole his pants but he noticed so he followed me back here and then I panicked and tied him to my bed? And then remember when I freaked out and left him bound and gagged upstairs LITERALLY STILL IN MY BED?
  • Ron:
  • Hermione:
  • Harry:
  • Hermione: Uh...
  • Harry: HAHA yeah me neither
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MAKE ME CHOOSE
thekingsbox asked: Sherlock Holmes or John Watson?

Bonus because we’re already so sad about him as it is:

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A: Honestly, after everything that’s happened the past few months, I could use a vacation.
K: Let’s do it. Let’s go on a vacation, just the two of us, anywhere you want.
A: Really? Okay. I’ve always wanted to see what the Spirit World’s like.
K: Sounds perfect.

Happy Two Year Anniversary, Korrasami fandom! (Dec 19th) °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

anonymous asked:

Every once in a while, Victor just stops in his tracks, stares at Yuuri wide-eyed & whispers. "I'm married to you." Yuuri looks at him, confused. "Um, yes we are?" But Victor just keeps staring, face flushed. "No, no, you don't understand. I'm married to *you*." Years into their marriage, & Victor still can't believe he got this lucky. Yuuri might think he's the lucky one, but Victor thinks otherwise. Yuuri Katsuki is the best thing that happened in his life. (Okay i'll stop w/ the hcs now omg)

YES YES YES YES

“Are you still awake?” Victor asks, and his words are frantic, desperate.

Yuuri rolls over. He’d been half-awake, but Victor’s tone of voice has lulled his mind completely from sleep. He touches the other man’s arm instinctively. It’s unlike Victor to wake from a dream, so unless he’d just–

“I love you,” he says, then kisses Yuuri hard on the lips. After a second, though, he pulls his mouth away and keeps their foreheads pressed together, watching Yuuri’s eyes with intent.

“Oh, I… I love you too.”

“You don’t understand,” Victor protests quietly. “I’m married to you and I love you.” His hand slips down to Yuuri’s hand and touches his ring. It’s a comforting gesture, one that Victor had made a habit of years ago. “I’m married to you.

“And I’m married to you,” Yuuri finishes, slightly suspicious as to what’s going on.

But Victor just starts laughing, breathless, and kisses him again. And one kiss quickly turns into a thousand, on his cheeks, his neck, his forehead, his hair, his chest. “I love you, I love you, and we’re married,” he tells him, as though Yuuri had forgotten.

“What brought this on?” Yuuri asks, also laughing, because Victor’s sudden enthusiasm is contagious.

Victor nuzzles his chest, shuts his eyes. “I just remembered. I don’t know. Sometimes I remember. I’m always lucky, though. Always lucky.”

anonymous asked:

im so sorry i couldnt help but notice yuuri had 6 fingers

My hands feel like lead as I sat on the rough concrete ground outside Manila Airport. One hand clutching a fork with a celestial substance known as spaghetti, the other hand held my phone as the gentle, generous Philippine sun offered its rays to my dry skin. For a moment, my mind goes blank and created an unintelligible thought; 

“God, I just…love the sun’s rays on me.” 

My thoughts skipped mindlessly as I recall the chaotic events of the last few hours. I had boarded a plane, with or without a glass of champagne in my underaged hands is irrelevant. The mild chill to the air had bit my skin as I strolled through the airport gates, whisked away to the world of overly friendly flight attendants and mediocre but rather nice airplane meals. It was a whirlwind of chaos; at some point I had sat on the wrong assigned seat and chatted away a good eight minutes to travelling Italian dude with lovely mid-length hair whose name I did not catch but is destined to be somewhere along the lines of Carlos, no racism intended. He had told me within the matter of only a few minutes that I was like a niece to him, which somewhat touched my cold-stoned heart. It was hardened again as I realised that I was, in fact, on the wrong seat. I tell our Carlos goodbye and pray he finds a babe in London where he is travelling to and we one day meet again for me to be a bridesmaid in his wedding. I steadily moved to my assigned seat and cry about Carlos for the next three hours as I listen to sad anime soundtracks. 

My eyes suddenly avert themselves finally to the phone screen and as I chewed away the celestial substance, my heart sank as lowly as Jack Dawson as I read the word: “im so sorry i couldnt help but notice yuuri had 6 fingers”.

I take a sharp breath, re-reading the words over and over, re-reading the words in Morgan Freeman’s voice and then to Adam Sandler and at some point, Lance McClain. I shut my eyes closed and my heart began to race faster than a Hennessey Venom GT (270 mph). I gulped, whispering to myself in a ritualistic manner that it was okay, that I was at least spared from an ‘lol’.

I couldn’t  quite breath properly, it was only then that I was subjected to staggering flashbacks of the night before; with only four hours sleep in a mediocre holiday inn conveniently next to Melbourne Airport, I had bloodshot eyes as I stared at the computer screen with two infamous gays, my hands yet again quivering as my mind slowly engulfs to the dark void of ‘I don’t have a girlfriend fuck this shit’. I had ignored organising my baggage in favour of the activity and had Usan Bolted my way to the hotel lounge where ‘Jerry’ had given the complimentary one hour wifi for me to upload the piece. 

I sat in the lounge, unashamedly wearing shorts with unshaved legs and wearing my mother’s shoes because I had to restrain myself from a pained Simba cry in the disappearance of my flip-flops. An aged duo of a white man and a black man discuss the future of the Apple company and eventually the economy to my left as I upload the piece, I don’t take any true interest but it’s hard to miss “Fuck off, Henry. I bet two meat pies you’re wrong.”. 

“Ice, let’s go.” my brother nearly exclaims and I’m whipped back into reality. 

I wonder if through it all, I can just say I’m sorry to the anon. But sometimes, we stumble into holes in life’s deepest journeys. Someday I will be a Sokka and someday I will be a Zuko, all in all as I stay in the height of Toph. It’s fascinating to say that I’m so shook by one message that could mean all kinds of things. Possibilities, really. If Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson could be with me in this moment, he would tell me that everything happens for a reason, be it in art or in life. He would tell me to life my dreams just as I live in the belief that he is, in fact, the Tooth Fairy. He would tell me Carlos, in all 15 minutes he was in my life, was a blessing and that two aged men debating whether Apple is going downhill or not is also blessing and that we should appreciate flight attendants who have to force their smiles in a day-to-day basis. And that maybe Yuuri accidentally having six fingers in my drawing was also a sort of fate, a Jerry, a Henry and a Carlos. A kind of destiny that we all face in our lives and hope we know what to do it when it plunges us to the ground. 

So I gently placed my fork down the ground, eyes watering ever so slightly, deep breaths completed,  my thoughts clear and my path in life ahead of me as I slowly began to type my reply to my anon;

‘lol more for victor then uwu’

me: bts doesn’t have to keep us updated all the time, they’re busy, they have lives and they need to rest before their concert. i am nOt going to be one of those fans who’re impatient asf


also me: *when BTS doesn’t tweet for 0.0003 seconds*

i just want someone to cuddle and make out with in oversized hoodies and cute underwear (bras are optional) while we’re watching shows and movies maybe talking about things from lunch to puppies to bernie sanders and just feel safe and beautiful and like i’m not ever going to be judged

anonymous asked:

I appreciate your distaste for neo-nazis, but the way to fight such hatred is not with blind hatred in return. You can't fight fire with fire it only makes everything burn. To advocate the murder and extermination of any group is a heavy burden. I believe that we have no right to kill anyone. All life is sacred, and even the most deplorable humans are still humans. I recognise that you may believe differently and that is okay but still to advocate such hatred to combat hatred is dangerous.

I swear, every time I post about Nazis and how they should be punched/killed, people come out of the wood works to martyr themselves for the freaking Nazis. Like, holy crap, if you guys did this for the people they targeted, we’d no longer have to be so concerned…


I also note you that everyone forgets that my opinion is, and has always been, that if you can reform someone, you should, and that I subscribe to Just War. Basically, if you can persuade someone to change, you should do so, and if they do, rejoice, because violence is not needed.

But in reality?
They won’t change due to you arguing at them on the internet.
They won’t change by simply telling them they are wrong.
They need long-term rehabilitation which no-one can reasonably provide to everyone, and they’d need to be forced to go through such a thing.

I agree that all human life is sacred, sincerely.
And it is for that reason that if a group cannot be made to respect that Black people, Asian people, Jews, Muslims, Yahzidis, etc are equally worthy of life and respect?
Then I would gladly see that small and contemptuous group wiped out, to ensure the safety and peace of those many groups.

Because Nazi-ism is, essentially, a very small group that wants to exterminate all others. You do not allow that to grow. You stomp it out. You take fire and sword to those who do not take the olive branch and swear to make amends.

I am still surprised people following this blog are surprised that a blog about knights talks about militancy against an evil group.
Knights are figures of warfare and killing. We extend the hand of mercy first, certainly, but if it is refused, the other holds the sword.
As I have said many, many times before:
Q: What do you think a Knight does?

A: They kill monsters.


Also, the Alt-Right must be destroyed.