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don’t tell us to grow up…you’re the one stealing peoples things and not willing to stop/admit it. Just because you find something on the internet doesn’t make it “yours” GO TO STORES AND SPEND HIGH AMOUNTS OF MONEY AND THEN POST THEM YOURSELF.

if you want to reblog a photo it’s FINE. BUT STOP CLAIMING THEM AS YOUR OWN. YOU’RE A GROWN ASS MAN ACTING LIKE YOU’RE 5. 


WE BOTH SPEND!!! MONEY!!! ON THESE THINGS…

REAL LIFE ACTUAL MONEY

I SPEND MONEY I REALLY SHOULDN’T ON THIS SHIT AND SO DOES SHE…..MOOONNNEEEYYYYY


and that video footage we make gifs from?? guess what MONEY WAS SPENT ON THAT STUFF TO MAKE THEM TOO (OF COURSE WE DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS…)…AND THEN YOU STEAL MY GIFS ESPECIALLY AND MAKE THEM INTO SCREENCAPS AND PLASTER YOUR RIDICULOUS INITIALS ALL OVER THEM LIEK JFC IF YOU WANT SCREENCAPS TAKE OUT A GOD DAMN DVD OR SOME SHIT AND USE VLC PLAYER TO TAKE SCREEN SHOTS IT ISN’T THAT HARD YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH A BUTTON. TELL ME… DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PUSH A BUTTON??? DO WE HAVE TO GIVE YOU LESSONS? BECAUSE I AM TOTALLY CAPABLE OF THIS


i just do not understand people like this like??? what is so hard to understand

anonymous asked:

I have mad respect for you. When you were my age, you actively put yourself on the internet as a gainer and everything. I wish I had the bravery to do that, mostly because I want to get seen and find feedists my age. But something just stops me, and like... I don't know... This was pointless. I guess I just wish I had any sort of bravery/courage (not even sure if those are the right words) like you do/did...

First of all, thank you :)

I never considered or looked at posting online as brave. I don’t mean to sound like I’m invalidating your comments by the way! For me it was curiosity, exploration, and finding a sense of community. I was so compelled to learn more about myself that I didn’t really think of the consequences to posting online. I’ve had a few negative experiences as a result, but I wouldn’t change how I did things at all.

That being said, if you’re under 18, please refrain from posting pictures. When I was 16/17 I didn’t have anyone telling me not to but it’s much smarter and safer to wait. When/if you do decide to post, make sure you’re comfortable with the idea. Don’t rush yourself. Make sure the reasons you decide to post (or not) are for YOU and not someone else.

I’ll admit it does help talking to people because this isn’t something you can just openly discuss in “real” life. if you want to talk more, feel free to message me off anon. I would love to help you out of I can.

So yeah, although I already died several times during the finale and am now currently in a state beyond death itself, I just want to be a sap and say something really quickly.

I’ve always been a dreamer.  Always believed in fairy tales, in happy endings, in true love.  But the world we live in can be harsh and cruel, and for a long time, my hope and my belief was pushed aside.  It was hidden under loneliness and pain and all of the negativity that life can sometimes offer us.  I guess I could compare it a bit to darkness, if we’re speaking in Once Upon a Time terms.  But at the end of the day, even the tiniest shred of hope is more than enough to keep someone going.

Then along came this show, and more specifically, along came a pirate who was fighting a darkness of his own.  He had loneliness and pain.  He wasn’t supposed to get a happy ending.  But then a certain Savior came into his life, and he found a reason to live again.  He found the chance at a happy ending that he didn’t think he deserved.

To make a long story short, what I’m trying to say is that their love has conquered so much.  And tonight, their story was supposed to be rewritten.  Their love was supposed to be destroyed, all they had fought for erased with the flick of a quill.  Killian was written to be a coward just like Rumple - he was meant to stare at Blackbeard’s boots as he scrubbed the deck, to hang a sword at his side for show but to never have the courage to use it to fight for anyone or anything.  He was supposed to look down at the hook on the end of his arm as something that held him back from further doing his duties as a deckhand rather than as a part of who he was and a symbol of his willingness to sacrifice himself for love.  

But even when the words on the page labeled him a coward, he became the captain he was meant to be (with some help, of course).  He helped to save a woman he didn’t know at all because it was the right thing to do.  And he was willing to give up his life for the HOPE of a happy ending for EVERYONE, not just himself.  It wasn’t the guarantee of power or even the guarantee that he would ever know the life that Emma had told him about.  It was the power of True Love - their True Love -  TRANSCENDING worlds and times and all other possible obstacles.  Killian loves Emma so much that not even the person writing his story could change who he is and who he has become because of a love that brought him back from the darkness.

I don’t know about you all, but theirs is a fairytale worth believing in.  Theirs is a timeless and inspirational love that has transcended even the television show that it is a part of and has found its way into my heart and the hearts of so many others.  Theirs is a light and a hope worth holding onto, even in the darkest of times.

anonymous asked:

Can we see the muns? I'd love to know what all of you look like out of cosplay!

Republic of Ireland/Japan: (Ryan)

Nyo!Prussia mun: (i would post something else but for once i wanna look hot)

Nyo!America: (I also wanted to look hot)

Nyo!England

NyoGermany (Katie): I really like this picture of me! My hair is actually behaving!

Austria Mun: 

Italy/Spain Mun: ( I don’t wanna look hot I wanna ride my pony into the sunset)

France Mun: Guess who just got his braces off! [THANK GOD]

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hahahah, the middle one is the BIGGEST SMILE I COULD ACHIEVE! 

Anyways, this is a post I’ve been trying to do for a long time now and have been wanting to do, just didn’t know how. I’ve had this blog for 3 years, and I guess I’m finally doing a post like this!!! EXCITING - THIS IS A BIG DAY!

My name is Bryce Freshwater. That’s my real name, and it’s who I am! I’m Bryce! hahah, a lot of you on here call me “Giddy” which I love!  

I love Tumblr, and I love this blog. It has helped me through the toughest parts of my life.

So the top row of pictures are like the pictures I usually post, like lookie!!! It’s my face! ^_^ but I would never and would be terrified to post anything like the pictures on the bottom… Because of this blatantly obvious medical bracelet being shoved it y’all face.

At least that what it feels like to me; it’s an attention seeking little thing.

I wear this little thing everyday of my life in case I ever drop dead or my body stops functioning, it’s to let paramedics know what’s wrong me, so they know what to do if I ever do go down and it gives me a better chance of surviving life.

 Hahahah, so it is a very important thing as well.

Every single selfie I have ever posted I have been insecure about it, I would hide it because I fear being looked down on for it and I would even fear comments on it!! if someone were to ask me, “what is that?” How do I answer that without a long post like this?

So the first time I streamed League with video, I noticed and got really insecure about it because I put my hands up and knew… It’s going to be really hard to hide this thing…

So… I fell ill when I was really young. Was it unfair? i mean… yeah. But am I okay with it? Yes!!! It’d made me into the person I am, and I couldn’t be happier!

Maybe the reason I’m finally making this post is because I am finally happy with where I am in life. I am happy and not bitter!

The illness I had caused both permanent nerve damage and brain damage. So I need this little thing. My body is always in a very vulnerable state. A lot of systems in my body are unstable from the damage which just means if something goes wrong…. it’s all going to go wrong. A lot of systems could fail. And that’s scary!!!

I live with a lot of fear!!! With a lot of “what ifs”…

BUT! I’m happy ^_^ Hence the BIGGEST SMILE I COULD ACHIEVE!

This isn’t a post that I want y’all to feel sorry for me for! 

Hahah, bad things happen! It’s okay!  

This is just a Well.. I guess I’m not going to hide this bracelet anymore, so here! I shall explain it!

And maybe I want y’all to know more about me, I don’t know

anonymous asked:

Yesterday you were all like "I'm asexual!" and now it's "I want a baby!"... Guess your asexuality didn't last long. #Hypocrisy

Okay, i’m just gonna pretend you asked something like “Hey, i noticed you post about wanting a baby and i’m a bit confused. Do asexuals want kids?” (Like most people, i prefer respectful questions to rude messages.) 

Asexuality means “ a lack of sexual attraction”. Whether you want kids or not has nothing to do with who you feel attracted to. Some asexuals want kids, some don’t and others are not sure - just like straight or gay people. It depends on the person, not on their orientation. 

anonymous asked:

First a boob job, now tons of makeup. How many times are you going to shit talk something one minute and then go do it the next? You're a terrible person, and your boobs look horridly botched. (im guessing you paid under 10k USD)

Hahahahah man I wonder why people get off on this?

I am wearing the makeup for shoots/meetings btw haha but even then, as I said in my recent video- I was being so judgmental and cynical about everything- yes makeup! Now I’m like do whatever you want- just know your value without it Ya know? I always post on snap and instagram bare face x

I guess I want to throw in my few cents on something.

I don’t wear a binder, I just don’t. I have days where I can’t stand my chest, so I’ve been musing on one, but my chest dysphoria is frankly the least of my problems. My main has always been bottom dysphoria as long as I can fucking remember. My chest is a flipping D by the way. 

So sometimes I feel a bit isolated with the posts of “yes, bind!” and “embrace your vagina”. Like fuck no, I don’t want to embrace my vagina. Jesus Christ, nothing makes me as dysphoric and sad and has brought so much fucking health problems as my vagina and it’s fertility.

I’m awfully happy for the trans men who find happiness in their body as they bind, go through top surgery and yeah. But I just feel like… can we actually address bottom dysphoria? I don’t get that. I really don’t mind my breasts and I think we all know pretty much about bottom surgery, so it becomes a “is it worth it”, “should I do it”, “how long do I wait”. 

So to be honest, I just feel a bit lonely and isolated in this sea of binding men and embracing your body parts. Because I frankly have the opposite to the majority. 

So what I wanted to say is, not all men bind and many men have bottom dysphoria. 

Thank you.

pig macaron!! finally! her colors look nice too ;w; i especially lover her UR card, you can see more macarons in her design there!! 

candy lapinchoculille | cream teddy

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Morning Abstract  Set

since we are getting hit by “Tropical Storm Ana” and even “The George” doesn’t want to go outside, i shot this from my front door .. i keep thinking about “Algy” and the weather they seem to have most of the time and am grateful we don’t .. 

on a side note: i think we need a new Moon or something .. i feel i don’t have any creativity in me lately .. maybe just lazy .. i have been reading others lately have been experiencing the same thing .. i still shoot everyday, but it’s all crap to me .. although some of my posts that i was hesitant about posting did extremely well .. i guess i have no taste .. ;))

I hate writing this, especially after all of the nice messages I’ve been receiving. And I know I said last week that I was going to do this until August, but as of right now, I currently have three jobs and it’s all just a little hectic (why do I always take on more than I can handle??). Not to mention that these preferences now feel more like a chore rather than something I want to do for fun. So I guess this is kind of an indefinite hiatus. I did have big plans for this blog, and I hope I can still follow through with them, but as of right now, I just need a little break. In a perfect world, I’d love to come back and pick back up where I left off, but I’m not really sure what the future between now and August holds, so I’m not making any promises. But, I do have a larger huge post that I was going to make as a final farewell, so keep an eye out for that over the summer (I’m actually really excited for this one as I don’t think it’s been done before, at least not in the phandom).

If you want, you can follow me on my personal blog here. Feel free to message me about anything. 

Sorry guys! You’ve all been really lovely <3

It’s 12:00 AM and you’re staring in the mirror

You quickly fix your greasy hair

A sigh of disappointment comes out, directed to the dark circles taking residence underneath your eyes

But beneath your unruly appearance, you feel a strong sense of satisfaction

You just finished a chapter of your writing

~

It’s 1:00 AM and you curse yourself for skyping your friend instead of writing

You ignore the almost never ending ache in your eyelids and continue writing

You ignore the hunger in your stomach and continue writing

You ignore your dad’s anger

His aggravation at your constant late night writing sessions showing through every single gesture he makes towards you

You ignore your mom’s concern

Her constant questioning

Asking why you are tired

Asking why you constantly zone out

For a minute you consider telling her about your writing

However, as you weigh out the pros and cons you realize that it’s not worth it

You ignore them all and continue writing

The words flowing out of you

Your hands dance across the keyboard as if it was second nature

The word count slowly increases

1.6k

1.8k

2k

You decide that you’ve written enough and go to sleep, still thinking about the writing project that you’re working on

~

An old friend asks you how your life is doing

You fight the urge to update them on your character’s current state

You begin to realize that there is a distinct difference between how writers communicate vs how non-writers communicate

Writers have no shame

They are able to talk about sensitive subjects in the open

Non-writers at least have some curtesy to not talk about dick sucking in the open

You find yourself fading in and out of reality during class

Focused more on your story than your actual school work

You think about new situations to put your characters through

A way to connect the scenes that you’ve written together

A satisfying way to end this story

You’ve got messed up priorities

Potions (Take Two )

Repost to make up for yesterday’s vanishing post, good job I’d saved it.

Okay, we’re back into text… which takes away the issue of me mumbling too much. Onwards, lets face the clown.

Oh god! Why is there lift music? Why? 

No, I don’t want to approach, I want to run far far away. Why is Gamzee standing on a fridge? I guess it was just the nearest handy platform. 

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Doodle Doodle Dee

Inexplicably, I found myself on the Tumblr Radar yesterday. 2,500 likes/reblogs later and still climbing and I’m still in a little shock.  Something every photographer wants I guess, but I never asked for.  Still not sure how it happened.

For those of you new to my little corner of the world, a little about me:

* My name is Dave, and I live just north of Boston (hence “outerbostonia”).  I will occasionally post from my happy place too.

* By day I’m in marketing for your favorite ice cream brand, by night I’m a photographer just enjoying sharing my perspective.  Say no to Photoshop kids!

* I post other stuff too.  I’ve got three kids.  I’ve recently gotten back into fitness training and do sprint triathlons and Spartan Races and other stuff.  A picture may be worth a thousand words, but occasionally words do just fine.

* I’m a recovering introvert.  

Welcome aboard.  Come for the smiling goats.  Stay for the obscure MTV references.

Meanwhile at Bloomsbury

Just admit it already Bloomsbury; you don’t like Dorian and want to replace him with Rowan. 

(I’ve heard that ‘we have something in the works for Dorian fans’, but I don’t see how that ties into Dorian being ignored by the company lately. Unless that ‘something in the works for Dorian fans’ turns out amazing and makes up for Dorian getting the short end of the stick, I will forever be disappointed with not having a ‘I <3 Dorian’ badge, yet forced to have a Chaol badge even though I’m not a fan of Chaol)

i was in my hometown for like 24 hours so i called my dad to ask if he wanted to do something cause if i didn’t i knew he would say that i don’t care about him, etc etc, but he turned me down and said he was working all week 9am-10pm (…..right…..). he said “we’re not due to see each other i guess” and okay, i was in town just for a night and half a day anyway.

but today he posted pictures of him riding (he loves riding his bike) in the woods (during the day) and then on facebook he saw that he was with my grandma to get her brand new car (i thought she was broke wtf)

i thought you were working “all day long”, dad… like how stupid do you think i am??

he makes me so fucking angry sometimes

and the next time i’ll talk to him i just KNOW he will tell me “oh last time you were in town we didn’t even see each other” and then will try to make me feel guilty by saying that it’s alright and that he’s used to it, that he’s used to being lonely??? he says i don’t call him enough but he NEVER calls me himself. never!!!

he thinks i don’t know he still smokes pot daily like a fucking teenager. do you really think i don’t know the smell of pot after growing up with step brothers that were stone 24/7?? grow the fuck up and stop trying to look pitiful with me, it’s not gonna work anymore. stop acting like we owe you the world because you’re our father. you almost never acted like a father to us. sure, i have great memories and sure i care about you and sure i call you dad, but in my head when someone ask me about my parents, i think of my mom.

i’m just!!!! fuck!!! you!!!! ugh.