virginia-werewoolf  asked:

AH hannah we luv u n are all so so so supportive of u i cant think of a better person for the editor in chief position and that boy is so so lucky to have ur affections im cryin !!!! Youll kick ass this week

Everyone this is Erika and she’s always so unfalteringly kind and supportive to me and seeing her name pop up in my likes brightens my day GO SEND HER LOVE xxxxx

(also thank u bb you are the SWEETEST)

thank you so much @ghlowy & @orcheids ! 💛✨

✧ what is your favorite disney princess and prince?
mulan n shang! i love them :( but i also love cinderella 

✧ sushi or mac n cheese?
i never tasted sushi (idk why tbh) so mac n cheese

✧ what is your favorite candle?
i love one that my mum buys on ikea that smells like apples 

✧ what was your last dream?
omg i don’t know lmao 

✧ whose the last person who made you feel special?
my friends! i love them especially my best friend we don’t go to the same school but we talk every day (also we met online lol) and she makes me feel so good!

✧ what is something that is repetitive in your life and your tired of hearing about?
university and exams! the school is so stressful and everyone is like “you need to do that to get in the university” “you need to get a 17 out of 20″ “what do you want to do with your life?”

✧ what is something you want to change about yourself or the world?
i need to stop complaining about everything and start acting 

i tag: @sulfade , @oceans , @cahlmest, @straig, @ungemini, @kartuzi, @dhust + everyone who wants to do it!

The sun
  • Chris: you know my dick has a lot in common with the sun
  • Victor: why? Because nobody likes to look directly at it?
  • Yuuri: because it gives people cancer?
  • Phichit: it rises at the crack of dawn?
  • Michele: it disappears at night?
  • Seung: direct exposure to it often leads to nasty sunburns?
  • Yurio: it needs to stay approximately 92,960,000 miles away from me?
  • Otabek: nobody will ever touch it?
  • Chris: gee thanks you guys! You're all such supportive friends!
  • Victor: we try
  • Everyone: *grunting in agreement*
If he leaves you babygirl, don’t chase him.
Don’t beg him to stay. Don’t send him sweet texts telling him how much you love him and it doesn’t matter. Don’t tell him how he is going to miss you or stuff like that. Don’t say a word. Just walk away. He will break his head for you baby. He will think about the fact that you didn’t said a damn word and it will make him wonder what he did. If he did good and made the right decision. At first he will leave it the way it is and be like ” fuck that shit “. But at one point it will haunt him. And let me tell you this. You did good. He doesn’t even deserve a damn word. The way he broke you is just heartbreaking. Sweetie, you have to know that your Prince will come. Don’t settle for less.
—  Keep this in mind. // A.S.B

Am I the only one that reads sambucky/Samsteve fic and get that feeling that it’s always the writer’s love for Bucky bleeding through Sam?

Don’t get me wrong, I like Bucky I do, but I feel like all the fics are about how amazing, and funny, good looking and smart Bucky Barnes is, and how Sam never ever had a chance of resisting it, and understanding it all. How Steve is amazing and bright and holds the whole world on his shoulder, blá blá blá.

Just once, just THIS fucking once I want to read a fic about how amazing Samuel Thomas Wilson is.

How good looking, and caring, smart and funny he is, how even tho he doesn’t have white boy’s hair, his hair is well kept and soft, how he smells nice, how his cheekbones are sharp because hell they are. How capable of fighting he is, because he is the guy who took a knife to a gun fight.

He’s a guy capable enough to hold Captain America’s shield; strong enough to question his authority becase he doesn’t follow blindly; smart enough to point out the best tatical way of dealing with the enemy; human enough to see more than the all american hero, to see the men behind the shield. Badass enough to deadpan and snark a king and well trainned assassin.

For once just this once I would love to read Bucky or Steve talking about how important and amazing Sam is, and not the other way around. See them apologizing and swallowing their feelings, see them blushing and stammering because Sam outshines the Sun itself.

See the writers understand that yes you write for yourself, for free but if you share it you also want us to like, and writing for a interracial ship, maybe just maybe it’s important for the people of color who read it feel like the character of color is getting the love he sure as fucking hell deserves.


friendly reminder that I love you all and you’re so amazing and special to me, every one of you thank you for being alive and in my life You’re the best!!!!!

I’m watching Moon Lovers and I’m loving it but sometimes I’m like

- and in the bitter silence of my heart I screamed and yearned for her [x]

Happy Birthday, Sam!

Originally posted by kpopisasin

Happy Birthday, Kim Myungsoo

I know there’s a ton of pressure on women to be cheerful and whatnot, but I am so done with the glorification of negativity and cold bitterness. I’ve been cold, I’ve been bitter, and I’ve been negative. I’ve been ✨  misunderstood ✨ , and I’ve given in to the glorification as a means of self-preservation. And I’ve been all of those things on a regular basis, for years. But what I’ve realized since getting out of such behavior patterns and attitudes is that clinging to those things for strength was nothing more than a glorification of unhealthiness. I wasn’t overcoming stereotypes – I was deeply depressed (and often blind to the fact). Yes, we live in a difficult and deeply unjust and miserable world. Yes, there are tons of reasons to be angry. We NEED to be angry at the state of the world and we need to act and push others to act. But being /constantly/ angry is tiring and being constantly negative is immature. Yes everyone functions differently, and I /understand/, but I am so done. Being around dark things drags me down, and I am done. Be angry, act, but try to make things better. Strength is trying to rise above the negativity of the world. Strength is fighting to be better by being kind. Overcoming sexist stereotypes is sometimes not being afraid to be warm and soft and “feminine” if that’s what you want to be. I’m done with the rest of it. I’ve been dark and cynical and frigid and ✨  strong ✨  but all it did was give power to the things that were actually dragging me down and feeding the shiny darkness. I’ve given a decade of my life to it, and I’m done. 

I was looking at our pictures together and I couldn’t help but notice how the dark brown haired girl always had such a big smile next to you, so I went blonde hoping that I wouldn’t recognize her face in tears in front of the mirror.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #42

His prescription, combined with other circumstances, has encouraged some biographers–who did not require prompting from him–to remark that Hamilton in choosing a wife had an eye to fortune and family.  Many a true word, they observe, is spoken in jest.  Able and ambitious, but born out of wedlock, and a young stranger in a strange land, his future would be furthered, in resources and respectability, if he became the son-in-law of General Philip Schuyler, whose social position and wealth were conspicuously established.  To enter that interlocking kinship would remove a curse, and the political influence thus opened was a prize.  Betsey’s own qualities, while happily acceptable, were secondary, runs this commentary.  Intellectually she was his inferior, and her formal education, as shown in her faulty spelling, had been small.  She has been compared, to her disadvantage with her unusually sprightly older sister Angelica, Mrs. Church, whose letters to Hamilton have been thought to betray a more than sisterly affection, which, by similar supposition, he returned.  Betsey was even dull, and found in fidelity, religion, and good works a satisfaction that would not have been contented one of acuter mentality and feeling.

What we know gives the lie to these insinuations of motive.  Hamilton’s letters to Betsey, from his courtship at Morristown to the last hours of his life, show a tenderness, confidence, and deepening regard.  She shared his plan, perplexities, and his triumphs.  His conjugal lapse–perhaps more fully self-documented than that of any famous figure–was to his discredit, not his wife’s.  Her faithfulness and whole deportment in the sequel had a glory to equal any achievement of his life.  Hamilton, prescient and calculating on the public account, was not always deliberate in his private affairs, where his strong emotions took command. Prudence, let alone design, is not the notorious accompaniment of falling in love, and Alexander Hamilton, by all the signs, fell in love and remained in love with his Betsey.  Certainly his prospects improved by marriage into her family and connection, but at no point in his career, before he had this powerful help, was he at a loss for opportunity, or ability to profit by it.  When he met Betsey, he was already a favorite among those of his own age and admired and trusted by his elders, who included many of the country’s principal men and women.  Well educated, of creditable military performance, acknowledged by all who knew him to be full of promise, he stood in the closest confidential relationship to the supreme man in America.  In any sensible estimate, he had as much to offer as to ask in a marriage–supposing, what is most unlikely, that his Cupid was so canny.

—  Alexander Hamilton Youth to Maturity by Broadus Mitchell.

do you ever just wake up at 3 in the morning and think “damn, this universe doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as gerard way”