I don’t think straight people understand how much this shooting affected us. It’s… it’s like, we have historically had to make these safe spaces, these enclaves for ourselves so we could meet somewhat more safely together. Pride started as a rebellion against police invasion of these safe spaces.

And now… a man comes into one of these safe spaces, during pride, and turns a safe space into a war zone. It feels like nowhere is truly safe right now. 

And straight people don’t care because to them, it’s just another “nightclub” and this is just another “terrorist attack.” Bullshit.

harley being with a man, a black man, is not oppressing anybody, it does not erase her being bi/pan, it does not erase her relationship with ivy (who was not even in suicide squad; the 2016 movie) you having a problem with people shipping her with a black man, when there’s clear build up to a romantic thing between them in the movie, is you trying to erase him, not us erasing her attraction to multiple genders. 

park jimin apologized for passing out and worrying us. like, legitimately apologized for worrying us. even though he didn’t have to and had no reason to apologize, he still did. if he doesn’t basically define selflessness, i don’t know what does.


This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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it’s sad but events like those in Paris and Beirut really just open your eyes all over again to all the cruel, awful and disgusting things that people are capable of. this is reality, and it’s so disappointing to me. we have such beautiful and intricate minds and this is what we choose to do with them…

RIP Leelah. RIP Zander. RIP Damien. RIP to all the people who felt so unaccepted, so unloved, so oppressed, that they took measures to stop existing in this world.

And to anyone thinking about taking your own life, to anyone feeling horribly unloved or unaccepted, please reconsider. Please talk to someone you feel safe with. And if you don’t have such a person, talk to me. I’ll listen.

Arc V writer #1: hmmm…how we gonna end this episode? who should win?

Arc V writer #2: i got an idea. how about no one wins?

Arc V writer #1: soooo…a draw?

Arc V writer #2: nah

Arc V writer #1: then what do we do about Yuto? he’s kinda already losing here.

Arc V writer #2: (◡‿◡✿)

Arc V writer #2: (ʘ‿ʘ✿) k̤̹̆͗͂̽̏ͭ̄i̼̹͉͖̭̫ͦͨ̕̕l̶̴̦̙̟̋̉ͧ̒ͥ̊̕l͕͈̜͋ͥ́̿ͫ͡ ̸̴̥̌ͧ̐h̙̺̞̓̓ͮ̊ͅi̶̖̮͕̞͙͚̗̻̒́͜ͅm̛͇̱̪̟͗ͮ̋̇̚̕ 

Joker x Harley Quinn : Patient

“How’s my favorite patient?” A voice sounded behind Harley. Harley turned around, smile shinning on her face, she fixed her hair and straightening her clothes as the Joker walked into the room.

“Great, sweetie!” Harley beamed, walking up to him and hugging him around the waist. She would be content to stay in this position forever, staring at his tattooed chest. But alas, there were people to torment and a bat to catch.

“Fantastic.” Joker pat her head, removing her arms from around his waist, “Is there anything daddy can do to make it more comfortable for you in here?”

Harley glanced around. They were in one of the many labs in Arkham, her home for the past few days, as Mr. J put his “final touches” on her mind. She wished her Joker and herself could go someplace private. Still, she was happy to stay here, if it meant Joker would be visiting her like he did.  She had been sleeping on one of the surgical tables. Harley supposed could ask for entertainment or to go with him wherever it was he went during the hours he wasn’t with her. There wasn’t much to the room, except for the two henchmen in the corner playing cards. She suspected they were her guards, as they never left her alone. Did they think she would run away?

The Joker moved until he was in front of her, wanting her attention back on him. She smiled, touching his wrist.

“I don’t like him.” Harley said pointing to the henchmen on the right. The henchmen looked up from the card game and gave Harley an evil look. Harley sneered at him, this is what he gets for staring at me all day.

“Him?” The Joker asked, flicking his eyes to glance to the henchmen.

“Yes,” Harley nodded, “He’s always staring at me.” The Joker swiftly put two bullet holes into the chest of the henchmen Harley was pointing at. She snickered, Harley couldn’t help it - what a funny sight - as the man fell to his knees then slumped over awkwardly, dead. Harley started laughing, the Joker turned back to her, his hand moved up under her chin he stroked it once and dropped his hand. Harley’s pulse jumped.

“I don’t like him either,” Harley pointed to Frost who was standing by the door the Joker had come through.

“Harley,” The Joker kept his eyes on her, smiling, “He has valuable information, after that runs out…” He kept the sentence open, “Anyway we have to keep my army strong.”

“Harley, daddy needs to talk to you about something rather serious.” Joker said as the other henchmen scurried from the room, the dead body forgotten by the two clowns. “Our time together might be coming to an end.” Harley looked stricken, “Listen to me. Harley, we suspect the police will be invading soon and you will be perceived as a hostage and taken away.” Joker said, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

“B-But Mr. J,” She was shaking her head, “I want to stay with you.”

“Yes, of course you do.” Joker straightened his clothes, “I’ll come find you when I see fit.”

“But puddin…” Harley was staring at him, she felt the lump starting to form in her throat.

“No ‘but’’s,” The Joker kept her eyes, “Harl, this is the fun game I’ve been telling you about, remember?”

Harley nodded, still not happy but if it was what the Joker wanted then she would do it.

“Remember?” He asked again, bending to her eye level.

“Yes, puddin’.” She smiled for him.

“Good,” Mr. J rubbed his hands together, “Now, time for your daily treatment!”

Thanks for reading! Yes, this has been posted already. Stupid me accidentally deleted the pervious post.  

You know what I loved most about your mother? She could always help me find the light in the darkness. She made the world - my world, anyway - less - what was the word you used? - “murky.”

Okay but Bridgette is literally Jackie 2.0

1. Was aligned with a trash white male in the beginning (Jeff/Frank)

2. Floated under the radar for the first couple weeks.

3. Nominated week one but survived.

4. Once an ally left, they woke up and became a dangerous player. (Jason/Frank)

5. Was the target for the second half of the double eviction.

6. Only had one vote to save from an ally.

7. Both on the block with a girl who’s name started with an M

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i’mma start tracking IP addresses and going after these people who are being rude to/towards marisha

i can not believe the disgusting, harmful things that are being sent/said to her. over a game. a GAME. emotions are not a game. marisha is being strong on the internet, but who knows how she’s really truly handling all of this.

i’m just so mad.

i’m just….so…..mad