“I remember how I hated them. Because they hated me. And I couldn’t understand why. I wondered why I even existed. That’s when I found out I had this demon inside me. It wasn’t my fault, but everyone acted as if it was. That just made it worse. But then… a few people came along who paid attention to me. That made it better. It was alright then, even though I had this monster inside me. Even though everyone else acted like I didn’t exist. Because I wasn’t alone anymore. For the first time in a long time, I was happy again. Really, really happy. They made me remember how good life could be. They made me glad to be alive. But when I think back to where I was before I met them, it’s scary. Nothing but pain and darkness. What would I be like if I stayed there? All alone. That’s how come I can understand him.”
— N a r u t o U z u m a k i
Note: I don’t think we give enough credit to Naruto—or at least, not at this point in time. This was Naruto reflecting on his life after meeting Gaara, after seeing how similar their situations were yet how drastic their outcome.
Naruto may not have a high cognitive intelligence, but his emotional intelligence goes above and beyond the norm. Emotional intelligence refers to a person’s ability to perceive, control, evaluate, and express emotions. Research has found that individuals with strong leadership potential also tend to be more emotionally intelligent—which just supports even further why this unpredictable hyperactive ninja became Hokage.
I know at this time we found it really amusing that he always stated, “I’m gonna be Hokage someday!” and assumed that obviously the show was going to end with that because of the efforts he put to get there, but I think it’s really important to note how Naruto was such a great candidate for that position because of this inherent quality.
I read somewhere how when encountering a person who is extremely unstable mentally or otherwise, the first and foremost thing you should do is listen to what they have to say—to try and understand them. Why? Because most of the time, such people just need someone to just accept their emotions and their words as holding importance—to accept the fact that their emotions are real and worthy of attention.
We have made Naruto’s ‘talk-no-jutsu” somewhat of a joke and just something more funny than serving a purpose—and yes, sometimes it does appear as if it is overdone—but just think about it for a second. This is the ninja world where these shinobi are constantly killing and such a life is traumatic at times. Think of all the people Naruto has met that have gone through so many traumatic experiences and are just not mentally stable and the very first thing he always does is listen. To try and relate. To understand them. To say, “Hey, I hear what you’re saying, and I understand your emotions are real.”
This quality of his—THIS right here is why he TRULY became Hokage. Why he was so qualified for the position. He never believed any feeling or thought was below him and he always listened to each person he encountered. He brought people together this way. And when you’re sitting at such a high position as Hokage (or whatever position of leadership), it is SO important to be both perceptive and receptive of e v e r y person out there—no matter what their status/rank/race/age/personality/ideology/etc.
And on top of that all, Naruto was very self-aware. Do you see how he reflected on being the kyuubi container? He’s this thirteen-year-old kid who realized that the hate people had was targeted toward the kyuubi container, not him. But because they were one in the same thing, the hate was also targeted towards him. And because he was able to grasp this concept, he was able to use this to push forward to turn that hate around by reaching out to one person at a time until he was reaching out to the whole of the shinobi world.
It’s honestly so beautiful. We could all learn so much from his character. And try to apply some of his methods to our daily lives. Imagine how much positive change that would bring into this world.
I had to block and report a neo-Nazi today. Multiple times. And my friend took it sarcastically because he’s gotten used to hearing stuff like that.
Let me say that again.
He’s gotten used to hearing racism, hatred, and microaggressions.
That is inot okay on any level, but I’m not naive enough to believe racism is “a thing of the past” in this country.
SO! To those of you who want to be Good Friends and Good Allies here’s some things I was reminding myself of:
1. Listen. LISTEN listen Listen to people when they say they’ve been hurt or treated poorly or are uncomfortable. Listen and then ask if there’s any way you can help.
2. Be a good friend: rejoice with each other’s victories and grieve with losses and get righteously angry when people say and do awful hurtful things to others.
3. Don’t talk over people’s experiences, but use what privilege you may have to amplify what needs to be heard, seen, recognized.
4. If you see someone being hateful, a bigot, then shut that crap down. Insults don’t usually work though, heads up. (Side note, every once in a while microaggressions can come from people who have not been taught better. See if you can help them become a better Ally!)
5. Culture is SO important, and when it’s shared it can be a beautiful thing. Keep in mind that every culture is different, there are different social rules. So far my rule of thumb is ask if something is okay and if it’s offensive you apologize and now you know better.
These aren’t rules or anything, it’s what I’m working through because I want to be a better Ally to my friends, neighbors, and the friends and family I haven’t met yet. If I missed anything or you have concerns about the way I worded something, please let me know!
knew sometimes he was childish and he didn’t really bothered. He knew it
annoyed his friends from time to time but they all accepted it as an important
part of himself and when they complained it was usually more teasing and jokes
than anything else.
So, no one was really surprised when
autumn appeared and Sting offered to help to collect the fallen leaves just to
get a chance of jumping into the high piles of dead leaves. It was to be
expected from someone like him. It was even funny to see, even though he did a
mess and had to clean again.
Sting never complained, he was happy
with being able to enjoy his silly entertainment, so he didn’t care if he had
to do the same thing once and again. That lasted until Rogue appeared, trying
to keep Frosch on his arms.
“Why? It’s funny!”
“Now Frosch wants to do it too”
“Frosch thinks so!” said the frog-cat
“So?” Sting asked smiling “Let him do it! It’s amazing!”
“And it spills the leaves all around again, you’re supposed to be helping, not
making a big mess”
“Aw, don’t be a party killer Rogue! Come here Frosch!’ the cat wriggled and
jumped from Rogue’s arms flying towards Sting “There’s a huge pile just here!”
Rogue didn’t say anything nor tried to
stop them, but Sting could feel his eyes on him. After he teached Frosch how to
jump and not get hurt, he turned around to see the other man, who was looking
at him with an unreadable face.
When he noticed Sting was looking, Rogue
moved to his side and gently carded a hand through his hair. Sting looked at him,
eyes wide and suddenly the air between them was tense.
“Uh… sorry” Rogue said “You had a leaf
on your hair and…”
“Oh? Oh, yeah, right, don’t worry, thanks!”
He looked away, faking??? as he were
looking to how Frosch was doing. It was stupid, he thought. It was nothing. It
was a tiny leaf and he shouldn’t put so many hopes into an insignificant
gesture. Even if he wanted to.
Fun fact : originally when Croix was first introduced I thought she might try to specifically “recruit” Diana as her own apprentice or something so I was going to write a fic where Croix built up a really great bond/relationship with Diana and the whole school knew it and was happy about it and then one day Croix had Diana learn a spell that actually turned out to be a curse and essentially made Diana curse herself.
But then we found out Diana doesn’t like Croix at all so I just twisted the idea into the one I wrote in Breaking Silence.
So I’m just sitting here thinking to myself ‘How the hell did I get sucked into the Voltron madness?’ And how on earth did I start shipping Klance?? I spent an entire hour wondering how any of this happened. But then I took a break and starting going through my favorite tags on tumblr…which of course includes Valdangelo.
Thats when I saw a post that said 'Klance is just space Valdangelo pass it on’ and I lost my shit and starting screaming because goddamn it thats how all this started.
Request: Can you do a Carl x Reader where the reader is Negan’s daughter but she’s secretly fooling around with Carl. Then once Negan is about to hit Carl over the head with Lucille, the reader screams that she’s pregnant with Carl’s baby? The whole fight at the end doesn’t have to happen, but I’d really like it to end as a fluff. :) It’s okay if you don’t though, lol. Thank you.
Warnings:Near death, mentions of child, this imagine being short af, swearing
It all happened so fast, Sasha came out of the coffin as a walker and Carl took the oppuritunity to shoot one of the Saviors in the shin and finished him off with a blow to the chest.
My father was tackled by Sasha and pinned to the floor. Negan by blood was my father and his ways wern’t my own. To see Carl with a gun to his head pained me. Carl and I have been dating/ fooling around for a while now and I didn’t dare tell my father becuase I know he would personally kill me. But that didn’t mean that I hated him. He loved me and I loved him but he does tend to be a but scary sometimes.
“Stay in the car Y/N. Oh God damn it honey!” My dad said pushing Sasha off of him and inot someone else. Seeing Sasha as a walker hurt me more than I could let on. I’ve known her ever since me and Carl met each other.
“You seem like a nice girl Y/N.” Sasha said to me as I sat at the dinner table meeting everyone.
“Thanks!” I said shoving a spoonful of soup in my mouth.
“Well I’m glad your apart of the family.” Sasha said flashing me a bright smile.
“Me too. You guys are such lovely people. And this place! It’s amazing can’t wait to be spending most of my days here.” I said smiling at everyone around the table.
“Y/N? Y/N! Get ahold of yourself we have a war to win.” Simon said opening the door for me. I hopped out and pulled out my pistol.
“I’m going inside the gates!” I yelled to Simon over the gunfire.
“Your dad’s not going to like that!” Simon shouted back ahooting at the top but hitting nothing.
“I don’t give a shit! I’ll be fine! Cover for me!” I said running away from SImon my gun low at my waist. The walls were filled with Garbage people and Saviors, the Alexandriaites scattered between them. I began shooting Garbage people from left and right surprisingly not getting noticed by Saviors or other Garbage people.
“Y/N!” I heard Carl’s voice in the distance.
“Carl?” I yelled back shooting people as they walked by.
“Over here! Hurry!” I ran behind a truck next to Carl shooting down peole with a rifle.
“Got anything stronger?” I asked referring to my empty pistol.
“Behind me.” He said jerking his head behind him.
“Thanks.” I siad throwing my pistol aside trading in for an AK.
“Cover me I’m going to look for Negan.” He said and my eyes widened in alarm. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “I know he’s your dad Y/N but we have to end this-”
“Be careful. Don’t let him kill you.” I said before kissing him quickly.
“I’ll try.” He said before running off.
After a while Rick was being lead by Jadis with a gun to his back and I decided to follow close behind letting people know not to shoot me or they’d be in big trouble. I soon followed Jadis to a big open area one that looked like where Glenn and Abraham were murdered (Rest in peace) Carl was kneeling on the ground his gun thrown somewhere else as Jadis made Rick kneel next to Carl.
“You’re not gonna win.” Carl said looking up at my dad.
“Oh Carl it’s already over. Let me point your one ball up the street and take it all in.”
The rest of the events were a blur as my dad leaned down to Rick and began talking to him. Rick obviously said something that didn;t settle well with my father becasie he got up and turned to Carl.
“Dad wait!” I yelled no realizing what I was doing.
“What?” He said balancing Lucille on his shoulder.
“I’m pregnant… With his baby.” I siad slowly pointing to Carl. “You can’t kill him. I won’t let you!” i said walking up protecting Carl.
“What why? He got you knocked up and in a world like this?!”
“Because I love him. And I wanted this! We both did!” I said stadning up to Negan. “Dad I love him and these people so leave.” I demanded as my dad looked hurt.
“If you don’t let me get rid of it I will never call you my daughter again.” Negan siad pointing to my belly with Lucille.
“You’re not taking it. Because it’s mine and I love it.” I said turnign away from him with a tear rolling down my cheek.
Sting woke up because he wanted to go to the bathroom. That was it. There was no cute story behind what happened that night. It was mostly a coincidence but Sting was glad it happened. Even if it made some things weirder than they already were with his roommate.
He woke up, went to the bathroom and was ready to get back to his room when he noticed a small light on the living room. He thought it had been his imagination at first, but then he saw it again. He wasn’t sure what it was and he even thought it could be a robber, so he made his way slowly to there, just to find Rogue sitting on their couch browsing on his phone. At three in the morning.
“Weren’t you already sleeping?” Sting asked and startled him. “I could ask the same” he answered after he recovered. “Went to the bathroom. Was heading to bed. Not scrolling at my phone on the couch” “I didn’t want to sleep anymore” “You went to bed even before i did because you said you were tired. How are you not sleepy anymore?”
Rogue went silent and Sting felt something strange. He wanted to sleep but he was worried for Rogue and didn’t want to leave him alone until he was sure everything was okay. He moved to sit on the couch, by his side, and asked him.
“What are you not telling me?” Rogue stiffened at his side but he kept scrolling on his phone like if he hadn’t hear him, so Sting continued. “You know you can tell me whatever you want, right? We’re friends” “I know” “You don’t need to sit here all by yourself pretending nothing happened.”
Rogue sighed at him and locked his phone, putting it on his lap before saying. “I had a nightmare and couldn’t fall asleep again” “A nightmare?” “Yes. It’s stupid you don’t need to worry” “If it bothers you it’s not stupid. Want to talk about it?” “Not really…” “Well, then…” They were silent for a few minutes until Rogue said. “You should go back to sleep” “What? And leave you here all alone? No” “It’s late” “I know. Not moving” “What are you gonna do then?” “Keep you company until you go back to bed?” “You don’t need to” “I know, but I want to. So… how are your classes going?”
Sting was successful at distracting Rogue from his nightmare, but not so much at sending him back to his room. The next morning, they were both sleeping on the couch, resting over each other.
No one will ever understand how happy I would be if these two nerds fused holy fucking shit. And not only would that be a humanoid fusion for the diamonds to see they’d be the first MALE fusion. I would just die of Happiness.
Suicide squad Au! Idea and design by @tides-miraculous I love all these design so much I couldn’t draw just one or two.. so I did them all (or did I miss one?)>w< It was fun to do I hope Inot butchered the original design too much
Lol I'm not sure the entire media could survive an advertising crackdown like gamer gate. They're so fragile at this point I'd think the entire industry would crumble. I've seen it suggested the US government should give out newspaper vouchers so they don't have to rely on advertisers., Although with a Republican house and senate and Trump's hatred of the media and criticism I think that's inot possible.
And here’s the thing. Gamergate, overall, was tiny compared to the people defending Felix.
He’s literally got his own millions of subscribers and the fanbases of dozens of other popular Youtubers like Jontron, Boogie, Markiplier, PBG, Sargon, Phillip Defranko, etc.
Gamergate cost Gawker a million bucks. This new uprising could potentially do a whole lot fucking more.
Not even the gods above Could separate the two of us
I know how it goes for wrong and right Silence and sound Did they ever hold each other Tight like us Did they ever fight like us
Meet in the middle There’s always room for common ground
Never together Cause they see things in a different light
And it’s a Ziam song :
We don’t want to be like them We can make it till the end Nothing can come between You & I Not even the gods above Could separate the two of us No nothing can come between [Their love is stronger than their handlers]
And after Zayn left and they returned from the break, Liam, Harry and Louis were late on stage for You and I. Liam was the last one to come back and when he did, he cried during You and I. Niall even hugged him.
Don’t look around cause love is blind And darling right now I can’t see you I’m feeling proud so without a doubt I can feel you
Cause we are who we are when no one’s watching And right from the start, you know I got you Yeah you know I got you
I won’t mind Even though I know you’ll never be mine
We messed around until we found the one thing we said we could never ever live without
I’m not allowed to talk about it But I gotta tell you
It’s definitely Zayn trying to convince Liam it’s ok for them to be together and that it’s more than just a fling for him : it’s love. And he’ll love him even if he knows people won’t let them be together.
There’s already a good masterpost about it here : X and XX
It’s interesting to note the recurrence of “You” in the titles of Liam and Zayn’s recent songs : “You” for Liam and “It’s you” for Zayn. They always look at each other during the “You and I” part of the song (and often at the “It’s you” in Little things).
A few other examples :
The video from which this gif comes from has been deleted (no wonder…) but here a sample of gifs for more context : X
To be honest, Rogue was mostly sleepy when he had accepted the invitation so it maybe wasn’t his best idea. Once they left the bus and got to the cafeteria at the bus station, Rogue had woken up enough to start to feel ashamed both for sleeping over a stranger and for accepting a coffee from the same stranger. By the time his coffee was lukewarm and half empty, he was really embarrassing, even though the stranger, whose name was Sting, was very nice to talk to.
It wasn’t usual to Rogue, since he mostly had problems starting and keeping a conversation with people he didn’t know. The true to be told, it was Sting who was doing more of the talking, with Rogue just answering his direct questions or adding a few comments from time to time. However, even that was nice enough for him and better than a lot of conversations he had had before. Rogue wasn’t sure what to think.
He had apologized more than once for sleeping over him and even drool on his shoulder, but Sting didn’t care he had just shrugged and kept talking about something else. Rogue liked it. A lot. But it was destined to end, as they were just two strangers who meet on a bus by chance.
As if life had a sick pleasure on remembering his bad luck, Sting looked at his watch and started to collect his things. It was obvious he had to leave and Rogue couldn’t stop himself from feeling a bit disappointed. Embarrassing or not, it had still been very nice to share a coffee with him and Rogue felt tempted to tell him to stay. He didn’t do it, of course.
“Well, Rogue. It was a nice time spent here with you, but I need to leave or I’ll be late” “It’s okay. Actually I should be leaving too” It was the true, even if Rogue hadn’t realized until then. Seemed he got carried on. “Oh, I see. Well, then…” he scribbled something on his napkin before handing it to Rogue “We need to do it again! So just call me or text me when you can and we can talk about it”
After he said that, he stood up, waved to Rogue a last time and left. Rogue stayed there for a few minutes, pondering over the dirty napkin. What should he do?
(because this has been in my notebook for a while.)
You can never be sure that he dashing
shadows an unexpected glimpse of reflected light is anything more
than an overactive imagination; but you can be suspicious, and
judging by how persistent they were at stalking him, it seems they
were suspicious of him too.
Now if it was something unsure about
his identity but had a complete need for secrecy if their was a
mistake; Strickler had a prime candidate for who it might be. After
all, a certain someone had claimed a random child- it does make sense
the… rightful parents of the whelping would come looking for their
Of course, the changeling could just be
over analyzing what is just some harmless shadows. Perhaps to much
time around a being who could easily end him; it’s just a little bit
of paranoia, or even stress. Yes, its probably nothing. So hell lay
low, on the off chance their is something onto him… but there’s
certainly no need to raise an alarm about it. It’s not as if there’s
any threat, certainly no reason to warn the others about something
catching on, what were the chances after all, that something was
coming to reclaim their child?