i thought of you buddy

i know that people being on their phones has become like a symbol of apathy and uncaring but so many people i know use social media to share love. like yesterday i got to watch a wedding livestreamed to everyone who couldn’t make it. i’ve seen my friend slowly learn how to cope with being a teen mom because of a massive outpouring of “mumblr” support + tips. i’ve seen my friends come out as gay, learn to cook, discover the flaws in their feminism, work for social change, make good life choices, go to amazing places, develop passions, form educated opinions, learn to love themselves. i’ve seen people post the bravest recovery posts and shy political posts and everything in between. 

and i don’t honestly care how edgy you think your art is. what you’re telling me when you draw grey people looking at a white screen is that you don’t care what happens to the other people in your life.

but i do. i care about the boy i’m in a long distance relationship with, but i also care about people i’ve never met. i’ve been following some people for three years and genuinely care about their experiences. i’m glad you’re still in touch with the people you love, even if you’re not paying attention directly to me! i get happy when you finally dump him! i’m sad when your cat gets sick! i give a shit.

i don’t think technology is taking empathy away from us. i think it’s changing it.


Small gems like her are as easy to lose as a cell phone, but instead of just getting a new one from the store you have to snatch it out of the air, lock it in your bathroom, and re-indoctrinate its entire system of beliefs


Allura: Shiro, if you don’t lie still, your fever will-
Shiro: Matt! Dr. Ho-
Allura: Coran, help me hold him, he’s going to hurt himself.
Shiro: NO, MATT! RUN-
Pidge: I-it’s ok, Shiro. It’s me.
Shiro: Ma…att?
Pidge: Y-yeah. It’s Matt. 
Shiro: You gotta- Zar…
Pidge: You were just dreaming, Shiro. We’re at home. You’ve just got a fever. None of it was real.
Shiro: I… thought…
Pidge: I… I know, buddy. You were just having that nightmare again.
Shiro: You’re… al… right…
Pidge: Yeah, I’m all right. We’re all alright. 
Shiro: *squeezes Pidge’s hand*
Pidge: Get some rest, buddy.

So lately I’ve been sending sad Voltron hcs to my friends who got me into Voltron (lol yes, I’m a terrible person). This one is from:

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Fallout screams “Film me!” I’ve thought about it, you’ve thought about it, my buddy who wrote 10 pages of a fucking sweet script in college thought about it. Aesthetically, we’re right. The combination of Americana, apocalyptic landscapes, and crazy Red Scare tech is the kind of thing that keeps Neill Blomkamp up at night with a half-chub. It would combine the thrills of Mad Max with the creepy night giggling of The Hills Have Eyes.

The characters are there, too. Imagine Tom Hardy standing in the Brotherhood of Steel airship, shouting in detail about how goddamn much he hates robots. Picture Anthony Hopkins smoking a cigar atop Tenpenny Tower, or Marion Cotillard as Magnolia, the smoky lounge rat who just wouldn’t sleep with me, my wife is dead now, can’t you see I’m hurting?

But what’s not there, unfortunately, is a solid premise of conflict. Half of the appeal of Fallout is the ability to be awful. You can kill innocents, steal stuff, blow up a village, or do any other chaotic act befitting a post-apocalyptic shithole. 

Part of the issue longtime fans have with the newer games is their increasing sense of goodness. In Fallout 4 especially, being evil is kinda half-assed. You can nuke Boston, sure, but you also care about your wife and son, whereas in Fallout 3 you can give a giant middle finger to your childhood friend and bully alike. It doesn’t hurt that you feel like you’re one dialogue option away from being beaten to death at all times in Fallout 3. In the original Fallout, you can even kill kids, cementing yourself forever as evil incarnate.

That moral ambiguity does not a movie make.

5 Awesome Video Games That Would Be Horrible Movies

Fanon Tolkien:  "What are they teaching you in school these days,“ mentors young children while smiling benignly over a mahogany study desk in a well appointed country manor, C.S Lewis wipes a tear from his eye.    

Canon Tolkien: "Fuck teaching I want to go home and write fanfiction for norse mythology YOLO” *attempts to ollie out of english class* *makes his friend a tree*

Just Friends (part six) - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles prided himself in his attempts to be calm and collected.  Sure he was quite the spazz, but when it came to break ups, fall outs, fighting, and other various forms of drama, he liked to think that he could keep himself calm.  That he could walk away and breathe before making rash decisions.  And that’s exactly what he did this morning when y/n did not answer her door.  Or the calls.  Or texts.  But before he’d even made the call to her, Scott had called him.

“Stiles buddy where are you? I thought we were gonna meet at the library today” Scott said, and Stiles sighed.  “Stiles? Where are you?” Scott asked, sounding concerned at Stiles’ lack of an answer.

“I’m kinda at y/n’s house right now” Scott groaned.  

“You can’t skip school-”

“I’m not, I came here to pick her up… I got coffee and breakfast for her cause I thought she’d like it-”

“Unimportant detail” Scott monotoned.

“Okay but she specifically said a ride to school was okay… and  knocked a lot and texted a lot and she hasn’t responded to me at all” Stiles rambled on, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“Don’t stress Stiles, she’s probably just not feeling well” Scott reassured as best as he could.  To be honest, he barely knew you.  Only what Stiles would go on and on about, not that it gave him much insight on your personal life.  But hey, at least he knew your hair smelled like berries, and your eyes sparkled like the sun.

“She was fine yesterday” Stiles mumbled.

“Alright well maybe it’s… you know… a girl thing”

“Like.. drama-?”

“Like her period” Scott breathed.  “Look, skip school or whatever, I’ll cover for you” Scott said.  “But just this once”

“Fine.  I’m coming” Stiles sighed.  “I might be a little late to first period, tell Coach my car broke down if I am?”

“He’s still gonna give you hell.  But alright” Scott said.

“Thanks man”

“See you soon”

And that was the end of their call.  But Stiles quickly scrolled through his contacts in search of your name.  He didn’t hesitate to press it, tapping his foot as it rang.

“Hey! You’ve reached y/n.  Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, but leave a message!” Your cheerful voice said, and Stiles internally cursed.  But he still left a message, the nervous wreck he was.  You never picked up.  

His feet dragged a little when he walked back to his car.  Taking his time putting on his seat belt, and starting the engine.  Stiles definitely wasn’t cool with texting and driving especially after hearing his father getting case after case about it.  But he kept his phone on his lap, ready to pick up if you were to reach him at all.

He couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t answer the phone, or text him back.

Stiles’ palms were sweaty on the wheel, and he was licking and biting at his lips every ten seconds.  Maybe he shouldn’t have left.  Maybe he should’ve climbed to your window, or hung around to see if you answered.  But by the time he even considered going back, he was a the school parking lot.  And he came to a sad realization.  If you’d wanted to reach him, you would have already.

The boy ran into the school, backpack slung onto one shoulder as the bell rang.  He was late just barely by thirty seconds to class.  He found Scott already explaining an elaborate lie to Coach.

“I’m here!” Stiles wheezed, making his way to the back row where Scott had his things.  His friend followed behind him, watching as Stiles caught his breath.

“Well? Anything happen?”

“I called her” Stiles said.  “I left her a message but she didn’t respond” Scott nodded.

“Then she’s probably just sleeping” Scott shrugged.  “Again, I doubt you have anything to worry about” Stiles nodded, finger tapping on the desk, and leg bouncing under it.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” He said, silencing his phone, and putting it in his bag.

What’s the worst that could happen? You missing one day of school probably just meant you weren’t feeling well, Stiles thought optimistically.


Scott walked with Stiles out of Economics, going on about one of Coach’s outbursts and laughing.  Stiles offered small chuckles, but just couldn’t focus.  He reached for his bag-

Scott slapped his arm.


“Just leave her alone” Scott told his friend as calmly as possible.  “If she’s not feeling well, she’s not going to want to sit around on the phone with you and talk about turtles”

“Awe you remembered-”

“Not the point” Scott couldn’t hold back his eye roll.  Lydia bounded up to them.

“Hey guys- nice eye roll” She giggled at Scott.  “What’d Stiles do this time?”

“He’s obsessing over y/n again” Scott said.  Lydia smiled cheekily over to the pale boy.

“Ooh” SHe said, mimicking what Stiles thought was a six year old.  “He’s blushing Scott, I think our boy’s got a little crush” She said.  Stiles had the urge to shove them both on the ground and run off.

“Oh, I know he does” Scott chuckled.  “He’s freaking out because he was supposed to drive he to school but she didn’t answer the door”

“Or her texts, or my calls” Stiles piped up.  “Straight up ignored” He grumbled to the floor.

“Peculiar” Lydia commented, brows drawing together.  “Has she said anything at all?”

“Well I’d like to know.  But McStupid here keeps punching me when I try to look!” Lydia slapped a hand on Scott’s shoulder.


“Don’t ever meddle in someone else’s love life!” Lydia scolded.  Stiles took the opportunity to quickly pull out his phone.

“SHE CALLED!” He yelled, rushing to the side of the hallway to be out of the way.  He clicked on the voicemail box, and brought his phone to his ear.  The first thing he heard was your shaky intake of breath, and it made his heart lurch.

“What what is it?” Lydia asked, worried about the pained expression he was making.  But Stiles didn’t say anything, just listen to your string of stutters and cries.  A hand came over his mouth slowly as he tried to make sense of your incoherent whimpers.  Scott heard a small blip of your cry, and instantly felt bad.  He was the one who told Stiles not to worry.

“I’m so-”

“Sh” Stiles interrupted, holding his phone closer to hear you better.

Stiles I-” And that was when the line cut.  Stiles dropped his phone from his ear, watching the screen flicker back to a mess of missed calls.  Mostly from his father and Scott.

“She’s hurting” He said, eyes wet.  “I can tell- I mean it’s obvious- but it’s really serious she’s broken and I’m not there to help her pick up the pieces” He said.  Lydia put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Stiles, I admire your compassion, but some things people just have to learn to handle alone-”

“But she doesn’t” Stiles argued quietly.  “She shouldn’t have to” Lydia sighed.

“Stiles…” Scott tried.  “Look man we get you like her- a lot- we get that trust me I’d do anything to make sure Kira never feels a hint of sadness again” Scott said.  “But she’s still going to feel sad every once in a while.  And some days, there’s going to be the chance that there’s nothing I can do but let her work it out herself-”

“You don’t get it” Stiles grumbled, pushing off the wall, and storming away from his friends.

“Stiles! You can’t just skip-!” Lydia called, running after him when he neared the entrance of the school.

“Watch me” He spat.  No, he wasn’t trying to hurt his friends feelings, it’s not their fault they didn’t understand you needed him.  But at the same time, he couldn’t believe they were so against the idea of him helping you.

“Stiles” Lydia spoke softer, putting her hand on his shoulder.  “Look, I know what you’re talking about.  I know tat you think-” She paused, licking her lips to think of a better choice of words, but none came to mind.  “-that she needs you” She finished.  “But Stiles, as your friend, you can’t just skip school because she’s a little sad” She sighed softly.  “Maybe after go over and-”

She was cut off by Stiles’ phone ringing in his hand.

“It’s her” He said quickly, answering it and walking outside.  “y/n? y/n are you okay?” He rushed the words out, and barely noticed Lydia standing behind him as he paced the steps.

“Stiles” You were crying, and he instantly shot his hand to his pocket in search for his keys.  “Stiles I- I did-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay just breathe I’m here”

“I’m sc-scared”

“Why? It’s okay, you’re sa-”

“I did something bad” You whispered, voice cracking.  Stiles’ brow furrowed.

“You’re going to be okay I’m coming over right now okay?”

“No!” You screamed out.  “No don’t come!”

“y/n I need to see you-”

“Don’t come Stiles don’t come” You whimpered.  “Please don’t come” Stiles nodded, walking towards his jeep.  “Please don’t, please please don’t come”

“Alright, alright I won’t” He heard something fall, to the floor maybe he couldn’t really tell.

“Ok-okay” You stuttered.  “I gotta go” He heard you sniffle a few times.

“Alright, I’ll probably call you in a bit when I leave school” Stiles said, unlocking his car door.

“Okay” You whispered.

“Text me though alright?”

“Okay, I will” You said.  “Bye Stiles-”

“y/n” You hummed into the receiver.  “You’re my sunshine, okay?” There was a pause between you, but he could hear a small breath leave your lips in the hint of a smile.  Not really a laugh or a giggle, but a soft sound that he knew meant he lifted your spirits at least a little.

“You’re mine too Stiles” You responded through tears.  Then you ended the call.

Stiles got in his Jeep and drove to your house.

tagged: @lena-lightwood, @seninjakitey, @morganschiebel

xoxo ~ Jordie
(ps: happy birthday crystal! allison imagine to come for the occasion)

Dating Sarah Cooper by Siera Maley

“I’m a better person. Before I fell for Katie, I thought the same way I’m sure plenty of you all do. I thought gay guys were shopping buddies and I thought gay girls had it easy. But I happen to know that my friend Jake hates shopping, and these past few months have been the hardest of my life. Being gay isn’t easy. Being bi isn’t easy.”

TBL For Fun - Episode 04x07 Promo

Well I am bored so I am going to post some promo photos for the next episode 04 x 07 - Dr. Adrian Shaw and come up with my own unique / weird interpretation of each.  I am keeping the pics in the same order as posted on NBC Blacklist because what the heck do I know?

Liz - “I believe my father Alexander Kirk is here and I want to donate to try to save his life.”

Tom - “Liz you are such a drama queen. Wait, is that Charlize Theron sitting over there?”

Red - "Hello. NBC? Hey when you said that Season 4A was going to focus on Kirk, I thought you meant Captain Kirk of Star Trek. You know, my buddy William Shatner? Well can’t you beam him up or something?”

Cooper - “I am Harold Cooper and I am the head of the FBI Task Force and very important and always serious. So I am having a very serious conversation with this woman in the hospital. Until I found out she actually works in the hospital cafeteria. Then I gracefully walked away.”

Red - “You two know each other? Is this a date? I love dates. I remember my first date with Mila McCarthy. We were 16 and I took her to see Carrie and we were sitting in the back of the theater and whenever she screamed she would reach over and grab me and then I would…. Oh sorry. You were saying?”

Liz - “When I was a young child I used to play hide and seek. At least I think I used to do that. Reddington messed with my memories so I don’t really know if I did or not. And speaking of Reddington thank God I never think about him anymore. Except when I do. Which is not very much. Except all the time. Stop it Liz!”

“Oh no! Alarms are going off all over the place. We need to run down this hallway and look like we know what we are doing. And thank heavens we have the blue gloves on already. Have you ever tried to put on gloves while running? It is not a pretty sight.”

Tom - “Hey, do you like my hair? What about my beard? Am I too sexy for my shirt? I hope Charlize thinks so, that’s for sure.”

Cooper - “So I just had a very long conversation with a woman who works in the hospital cafeteria.  And she recommended the Club Sandwich for lunch.”

Liz - “I hate waiting. I am so bored right now. And Tom can’t carry a conversation. I might as well be talking to a pet rock.”

Samar - “These wonder-bras do work miracles.”

Liz - “I wonder what Red is up to? Does he still think about me? Or is he thinking about that stupid Madeline Pratt? Wait - stop, I am here for my father, remember? Red is the guy I hate. Or I love him, or I hate that I love him.”

Tom - “I can’t believe Charlize Theron just walked right by me without acknowledging me at all. I even raised my arms over my head to stretch so she could see my abs. And she still ignored me! I am so depressed.”

Weird humor brought to you by @iloveredmorethanever

🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for?

Hmmm… I’d wish to be able to change my appearance at will and absorb the powers/knowledge/etc. of anyone I turn into. 

So theoretically, I could transform into Meryll Streep and suddenly become an amazing actress or into Harry Potter and become a wizard

First kiss, huh?

Spoilers up ahead…
I love how this moment made me squeal. I’ve been waiting for this moment since we first played through this scene during the Triss run.
While leaving Triss at the harbor was… Hard… This scene made it worth it. And I think CD Projekt Red intentionally made the game that way.
See, in the previous run, I was heartbroken during this part. “Sorry, Yen, magic’s all gone.” Well, fuck you, buddy! At first I thought, maybe it’s just me, rooting for the sorceress I like more. But the thing is… I like Triss more, as a character, as a sorceress… But I can’t see her as Geralt’s mate. Partner, yes. Lover, maybe. But mate it a person you bring up a child with. A person which you spend your life with. To whom you come home after a long day of killing nekkers and trying not to die at the hands of water hags. And that person is Yen.
She may have her temper times and weird… uhm… kinks… (cough cough… unicorns… cough cough), but at the end of the day… Triss is a girl. Yen is a woman.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I want to talk to you When I'm upset but I also don't want to unintentionally trigger you

So here’s the thing bean. I will always do my utmost to be here for you and help. The best thing is that if the discussion turns to something that is a trigger for me then you or I can call on @cookie–anon to take over. The most important thing about helping people is to know your limits. I know mine and I do sometimes push them to help my friends but I’d rather start the conversation that might help you feel better and have to ask someone else to step in and help me than have you stuck feeling awful. So don’t hesitate to talk to me if you need to bean. We all feel awful sometimes and we all need help sometimes.

someone: after all they had been through, han and leia deserved a better son. they actually deserved a daughter like rey. god, they must hate their own child.