it doesn't really matter what was it

I was with my friends last night and We were talking about Star Wars and I mentioned reylo and this girl lets call her bob. Bon said "I don't want reylo to happen" then I asked if she was a ReySky theorist and she said "I don't really care about them that much. I mean people said that Rey's lineage doesn't really matter so." Like bob. If her lineage doesn't fucking matter. Why is she in the new trilogy in the first place?

@coupdefoudrey @sleepy–dinosaur this is what I put up with for reylo. Be proud of me.

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The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

you guys, you are literally now dealing with a government that starts looking more and more like textbook fascism with each passing day, and some of you are really concerning yourselves with making posts such as “ha HA did YOUR favorite celebrity go to the women’s march, i don’t thINK SO and that is why i am BETTER than you for liking suPERIOR celebrities!!” as if it matters. as if that has ever mattered

what white people think racism is: when you mean to someone because of their race

what racism really is: social and legal systems that puts a race beneath another, vilifying them, fetishizing them, sexualizing them, and creates a usually negative bias towards that group.

where childhood is not an option when you’re the villain or where you are always seen at a child’s level no matter your age

where you are always responsible if someone else says/does something racist towards you, because existing invites aggression somehow

where you do not fit beauty standards, because beauty is afforded to the human, and your conditioned low self-esteem lets you know that

where you’re either synonymous with violence, stupidity, or infantilization, because you cannot make your own choices that aren’t irrational.

where your feelings are routinely invalidated and your daily life experiences are not enough evidence and cannot be trusted, because you’re a suspicious character whose humanity is always on trial. so you do not get to define universally what racism is

where you do not get feel anything besides rational at all times, to be carefree or upset or angry without it being a stereotype of you overreacting to everything

where if you fit into a stereotype it could mean your death and the rest of your race tries to put you down as a self-elevating technique, because they have internalized the lie that when you deny your race and culture you become human. where fitting a stereotype means “see i knew they where all like this”

where if you don’t fit into a stereotype you are not your race and culture, because people have such narrow views of what you’re supposed to be that you cannot possibly exist and be your race at the same time, so people of every race take away yours. Oreo. Banana. Coconut. Apple.

where you will legally get more time for the same crimes

where you will socially be demonized more the same crimes

where when you quell the crimes keeping your race down, there are always more that’s made up to keep you in your place (The War on Drugs =_=)

where you get paid less for the same work

where you get hired less with the same qualifications

where having a culturally-coded name that’s not acceptable, like Ibrahim, Jose, or Unique can stop you from getting a job

where there are so many things in place to keep you impoverished and uneducated but it’s still your fault if you don’t have the strength and good luck to defy the lack of social mobility and create your own

where entire countries whose cultures and economies have been destroyed are trying to restart alone and the people that destroyed them blame the country for its own destruction

where the farther your features are from your race the more beautiful you’re considered

where your rank in social hierarchy changes how people treat you the more they find out about your identity, and the more marginalized you are by coming out of the closet or not being christian or not being able-bodied and neurotypical the worse you get racism, because you are a bigger target for various acts of violence and microaggressions

where you get used to microagressions before you hit double digits

where your most recent experience with a microaggression was probably yesterday if the day just started

where you idea of a microaggression is the white summation of racism

where your family teaches you how to assimilate to white culture to try and protect you from all of the above

where your death is an opportunity to blame you for it and demonize you in your grave

where there is a death count just for existing

where there is a death count just for existing

where there is a death count just for existing

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The Foxhole Court - The Upperclassmen

Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter what.

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* Wait no let me do it again

  • Gravity Falls Fandom: Yeah, and there's this one character, one of the main ones, whose name we never learn! The creator might tell us at some point but for now we don't know that one character's first name
  • Les mis fandom: ...
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  • Les mis fandom: that's rough buddy
new headcanon

One day John is cleaning house and finds a disk left behind by Mary, who tells him what really matters is the mythology he has created with his blog – the myth of 221b and Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson. 

With this in mind, John signs a book contract to further boost their legend (and make a little cash).  But he doesn’t have any actual cases that are appropriate to a book-length work, and he wants to stretch himself a bit, so he cooks up a particularly lurid plot for a novel involving a secret sister locked away in an island fortress, and peopling it with his various friends and associates.  Eurus was never real – the girl Sherlock met that night really was Faith, John’s therapist was just his therapist, and the girl on the bus was just a cute girl on a bus.

Sometimes Mycroft and Sherlock get tipsy and read passages from John’s novel to each other while giggling, and John gets all embarrassed.

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I love this fanfiction . I was drawing like for a week to get panels correct xD..

Fanfiction : Rule Number Five
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12256518/1/Rule-Number-Five

Credits to the amazing Writter : Mira ( BlossomCharms)

Drawing for _Ookami

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i wish people would understand how huge it was to show a kiss between an unfetishized m|m couple on a mainstream, not bl anime, like. it may not fall into the normal classification of ‘heartwarming’ but because of all of the significance and open support for lgbt behind it, that’s exactly what it was for so many people

same :/ i was kinda neutral abt this issue bc let’s be real, those awards have zero validity and ppl are taking them way too seriously but then ppl are making fun of people who truly enjoyed yoi, or calliing others blind/stupid for choosing an anime they like and want to support (maybe the only anime they watched during 2016 bc it’s real, not everyone watches/likes anime like mob or erased) or saying the kiss was nothing important and i just okay :/

I really love the idea of Cass completely falling in love with dancing.  She was raised to think that her body is nothing but a weapon, and dancing teaches her that she can make something beautiful with it.  No matter what genre of music is playing, Cass has an uncanny ability to move with the beat in a way that can’t be taught.  You know that one person who hits the dance floor and everyone around them stops and watches in awe?  That’s her.  Ballet is one of her favorites because of its storytelling and its elegance, so unlike the sharpness of battles. Dances have all of the good aspects of fighting –the intensity, concentration, fluidity, adrenaline– without any of the bad.  Her movements aren’t being used to hurt, but to create.  

Random blurb from the Sith!AU

I wrote this with gen in mind but you can read this as shippy if you want idc  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[Obi is roughly 19 here]

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you know what’s really disgusting about tumblr’s pervasive acephobia is the way that ace/aro people have to spill their guts about extremely personal, private traumas for their experiences to even be slightly taken into consideration 

i shouldn’t have to talk about the fact that i went through corrective rape as a teenager but i do

i shouldn’t have to talk about the fact that people tell me day in and day out that my boyfriend won’t love me if i don’t fuck him but i do

i shouldn’t have to talk about the fact that my parents mocked me and called me “unstable” when i came out to them but i do

we don’t ask any other LGBTQIA+ people to spill their guts about their very personal struggles in order for them to be “allowed” into the community, STOP MAKING ACE/ARO PEOPLE DO IT.

Asexual and Aromantic people are part of the community, period. No other modifiers necessary.

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Imagine Legolas threatening a man for you

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hia you lovely, beautiful person who better have a lovely day, could you do a Legolas x Reader one? Namely where reader is human, but it doesn’t really matter. You can do whatever you like with the story, whatever you like writing, thank you in advance, bye!”

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word count: 1,198

A/N: apologies for the wait and also the bad title. I did my best with what I had but my inspiration hasn’t been running very high lately so I am sorry if it isn’t very good. Hope you like it anyway :)

You sighed in relief as you finally placed the two heavy, large flasks of mead in front of the rowdy dwarf and the elf. The elf was extremely good looking, you thought, with long blonde hair and soft yet slightly angular features. Him and the burly dwarf were having a drinking contest, something you had become used to in the tavern where you worked. You chuckled to yourself when the dwarf fell to the floor with a loud thud, making all the drinks on the table spill. You smiled at the elf as you passed him, who had been gazing at you with a star struck expression. You thought nothing of it, you were a lowly human to compared to him, an elf. Judging by the way he dressed, he must have been one of the high elves but you could have been wrong. Besides, he had drunk an incredible amount of alcohol, and even though elves had a high alcohol tolerance his mind must have at least gone fuzzy. He couldn’t have been thinking straight. 

You picked up as many empty glasses as you could, before making your way back to the counter. As you passed through the crowd, you heard a rowdy shout and you jumped as a hand landed on your behind. You swirled around to face a man with greasy shoulder length brown hair, the dullest brown eyes –the colour of mud – and crooked yellow teeth. He leered down at you, close enough for you to taste the alcohol in his breath. “Get me another one, darling,” he smiled broadly at you, yet it wasn’t a friendly smile, instead it creeped you out to no end.

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Okay but Diana being old enough that she’s talked with several of the ancient gods and alot of them like her. she’s charming, man. she’s all legendary and shit and the really impressive thing is Hera doesn’t hate her, which, at the end of the day, is all that really matters. 

Anyway, gods like heroes. It’s like mortal football for them. So they keep an eye on the JLA and pick favorites or complain of heroes they don’t like or whatever and sometimes they will literally zap themselves down from on high to tell Diana their OPINIONS. (ancient gods are actually really immature and spoiled like that)

So its like you’d expect, Hermes actually is pretty fond of Flash, Ares has a thing for Hal Jordan, Hera weirdly is rooting for Captain Marvel but Marvel is ridiculously popular with most of the pantheon, Hades and Persephone always put up for Batman which seems stereotypical and until you realize Hades is actually really nice and his wife is the one who will punch you. You’d think that Apollo would be bragging about Superman, the solar-powered badass, but… like…

No. Apollo hates Superman. Diana isn’t 100% sure why because he won’t articulate himself, but Superman has definitely punched out a physical manifestation of Apollo at least twice for interfering with stuff. They have to get Supes charmed with the equivilent of a magical anti-god restraining order so Apollo stops BOTHERING him. 

There’s no point to this. I just think that’s how it should be.