Has anyone considered the fact that maybe Lance just isn’t good at math and science? Like. Instead of saying “oh it’s because of this” or “it’s not his fault it’s the circumstances” maybe just think about him genuinely not understanding math and science, and it having nothing to do with his adhd or anything else he might have, his brain just isn’t wired that way, because as someone who is failing those classes no matter how hard I try, that seems to be the most likely option
The stuff going on with Bart whatshisname and Harley from epic meal time in regards to ARMY and BTS is honestly making me sick. Harley in particular, coming out of nowhere to declare himself President of the BTS fanclub. The ego on his man is horrifying. White male privilege, coming into an existing fandom and declaring that you, a fan for two whole minutes, are leader of all of us. No. Sure, being a new BTS stan is FINE. I dont mind that they or any other new fans like BTS (if they actually do like them awesome, but it looks like they are just using them for retweets/exposure) but to proclaim you ‘lead’ us. The sheer nerve of these entitled assholes. Literally coming out of nowhere then in the last few days suddenly preaching about how they are “Jimins number 1 fan” and “BTS fanclub President”.
It’s freaking mansplaining. ‘oh youve liked this thing for years/months/weeks, well I, as a man, like it now too. Therefore I am superior fan and you will treat me like I am better than you.’ It just reeks of entitlement. Also this Bart guy, another youtuber, with a murky past, made a considerably racist comment about seeing a person of Asian descent on the street and saying “Jimin?” (side note why does poor Jimin attract the crazy people lately :( )
Im just so angry and like i have to deal with freaking male privilege every day and I really cant listen to another goddamn guy tell me how to enjoy something. ARMY already have leaders, and they are the 7 members of BTS, not you. We don’t need a president when we have them and if you really liked them you would know, understand and respect this.
There is a right way and a wrong way to join a new fandom and disregarding and disrespecting the existing fans is not the way to do it. Other celebrities have recently shown their support after learning about BTS and they arent assholes. So what makes these guys do this kind of shit? Attention probably. I know I’m giving it to them but I am very frustrated by this.
If you’re not going to be respectful to ARMY and BTS then please go back to your youtube channels and eat bacon instead
The thing that puts me off shipping so badly is that when a pairing is popular, the shippers tend to only focus on the characters in shipping terms. Important moments from canon about one of the characters are turned into ship moments, even if the other character isn’t there. I respect everybody’s right to do as they wish, but not everything is about fictional romance. It just irks me how a characters individual qualities and important moments in canon are always reduced to shipping.
Witchy Real Talk: Storebought, Man-Made, and “Not Powerful”
This topic comes up a lot in the witchy community. You’ll be browsing through articles about crystals and you’ll see something to the effect of “this citrine is laboratory grown! It doesn’t have any magickal properties! It has to be naturally grown for it to be worth anything in witchcraft!” And it’s not just citrine. I’ve seen this with amethyst, quartz (and not just clear quartz - the same arguments keep being made in regards to titanium quartz, aura quartz, et cetera), and even resin castings. Resin castings!
So… why am I writing this article? Because I’m a witch who attempts to live frugally who uses crystals and herbs and spices on a regular basis in my magics. And honestly, when it comes to magic, the most important part of what makes your spells tick is the relationship between intuition and intent. To see many witches bashing lab-grown crystals or spices kept in plastic containers honestly irks me just a little, and for a couple of reasons.
First, there’s the fact that there’s just a little bit of hypocrisy involved. Glass is man-made. Sure, it can happen naturally in the wild, but glass jars don’t form where lightning strikes silica rich sand. However, a good point can be made when it comes to the fact that plastic is more harmful to the environment. I can understand and relate to that. But what makes glass such an ideal container is that it is magically neutral, like clear quartz. You can cleanse it and charge it without any worry of it affecting your energy. Plastic, for many witches, has no magical significance. It’s not going to influence your magic, and honestly it can be cleansed just like glass.
So if you’re a new witch browsing through spices and herbs, feeling a bit dejected because the glass jar herbs are two to three times more expensive than the plastic containers, go for the plastic. Remember to recycle the containers, of course, but there is no reason magic should require you to spend an arm and a leg.
Sorry, couldn’t resist the pic after that… FMA fans get what I mean…
Crystals are even more of a source for contention when it comes to man-made objects. But what bothers me here is the fact that some crystals - especially citrine - are lab grown a good majority of the time. This is because the citrine we often find in crystal shops and metaphysical stores are vibrantly colored when naturally occurring citrine crystals are a lot less vibrant most of the time. Many witches also warn against dyed crystals for the same reason that “it has less power.”
Honestly, lab-grown crystals have many of the same properties as their natural counterparts. The only thing they lack (aside from the high prices of natural crystal) is the thousands of years worth of growing time in the earth’s crust. But I personally don’t see this as too much of a problem because this gives you a crystal which is a little more flexible and can be nurtured by the witch to realize its potential.
Where I see the danger in lab-grown and dyed crystals is if the witch is being scammed. Seeing that lovely piece of turquoise and buying it only to realize that it’s a different stone entirely, dyed to look like turquoise. Or when the witch is told that a crystal is naturally vibrant in color when it has been dyed, forcing her to spend her other arm and leg just to buy it.
What I’m getting at in this rant is that if you’re a new witch or a witch who’s trying not to spend all of her money, you should not feel railroaded into buying expensive materials. I have on my altar a citrine crystal that I know is most certainly dyed. I spent less than $5 on him because I felt that was a reasonable price for him. I have a piece of amethyst whose coloration is a bit drab and brown. That natural coloration makes her rather beautiful, but doesn’t make her any more powerful than the other amethyst I have whose color is a deep purple which I know to be enhanced by dyes.
In my pantry and cupboard, I keep a lot of spices in plastic containers and tins. Yes, some of them are in glass, but only when I know I can afford them or if there aren’t any alternatives. I use these spices in spells and cooking both, and feel no difference in energy between the two.
One of my coworkers who has an interest in crystal healing once said it rather perfectly. “It’s just a rock. It’s not going to do anything by itself. You have to give it the energy. You have to program it and direct it. So it doesn’t matter if it’s natural or not.”
Our crystals do have voices. They do interact with us. But it is up to us to direct energy into, through and from them.
Now, am I bashing the more expensive alternatives? Not at all. I have a lot of glass jars that I’ve collected over the years, and I have quite a few crystals that are a bit higher up on the price range than I usually spend. I’d be quite the hypocrite if I were bashing them. My ultimate point is that if you can’t drop that much money, then don’t. Work with what you have, or with alternatives which speak to you. I’d love to work with peridot, but because I don’t have the money to drop on it, I’ll stick to quartz, moonstone, and salt. There are always options. Don’t let yourself be limited!
my ex bf texts me late at night, every night, telling me he’s stuck on me/he still isn’t over me (it’s been over a year) I’m ugly on the inside but beautiful on the out, how I only love myself and my hoes. I admit I had hella hoes @ one point but then I fell in love and stopped being that person to give all my loyalty and affection to the guy that has my heart. I guess it’s easier to believe I’m the same person I was 2 years ago rather than the young woman I’ve become.
Pet peeve: people comparing regular photos of the kids to photo shoots where they are in fancy clothes and wearing make up and have been airbrushed (they don’t Airbrush them to much but it’s still there) and going omg puberty!! Look at this glow up!!
PSA (posting my work on other sites/social media platforms)
upon seeing my work turn up on instagram (…a few times already) yes i do see that you’ve credited me, but please stop taking my work and posting it elsewhere especially without asking me first. I actually do have an instagram account where i post sketchbook doodles and wips, so if i wanted my work there i’d post it myself.
tl;drdo not post my work on a different site without my permission please
“Do you want to tell me what the hell happened to you last night?” Your friend demanded as you walked through the supermarket.
“I texted you and told you I left,” you said grabbing some broccoli.
“I know, but you just like disappeared and left your jacket and your unpaid tab,” she said. “So, what the hell happened? Did you freak out?” She asked.
Technically, yes, but you didn’t want to tell her that.
“No, I just, remember the guy I was seeing,” you said. “He was there and we talked about things and then we left together.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say that! I’m perfectly okay with the fact that you left me, knowing that you went and got you some!” she smirked.
You blushed. “We didn’t, we haven’t exactly…” you whispered.
“Really? It’s been what like a few weeks already right?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I mean, we’ve been getting to know each other,” you said. “Which is what you do when you first start seeing someone besides we’re not even official yet.”
“That makes sense,” she nodded. “So, what’s all this for anyway?” she said pointing to your cart full of food.
“He’s uh, he’s coming to my house tonight and I’m cooking dinner,” you said.
“Oooh, are you planning a little something special?” she smirked.
“Oh god, no,” you laughed. “Will you stop with the sex interrogation? We haven’t even talked about going that far yet.”
“But have you thought about it?” She asked.
“Of course I have, I’m human aren’t I?” You said. “It’s just, you know how I am. I have to really like and care about someone before I feel comfortable to go that far.”
“I know, remember when we tried to take you out for a one night stand after your last breakup? That was bad,” she laughed.
“Well, it also didn’t help that the guy you happened to point out was the current boyfriend of the girl that my ex cheated on me with, and that’s how he found out about her cheating on him,” you laughed.
“That’s true,” she laughed. “Anyway, am I ever going to meet or at least know the name of this mystery boy toy?”
You laughed. “You will at some point, I promise, but it’s still really new.”
“You’ve always told me when you’ve been dating someone, so what’s different with this one?” she asked.
“it’s complicated,” you sighed.
“Y/N! You’re not the other woman are you?” She gasped.
“What? No, no, of course not. He’s not married or in a relationship at all,” you said. “It’s just complicated…”
“Does it not want to be seen with you?” She asked.
“It’s sort of the opposite,” you said. “I can’t be seen with him because of… work,” you said.
“Wait, is it someone from work?” She gasped. “Like a coworker?”
“No…” you said.
“ARE YOU DATING A FAMOUS PERSON!” She shouted.
“Oh my god, will you lower your voice,” you hissed looking around at everyone staring.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in,” she said. “Wait a minute… if it’s someone you met at work and you can’t really be seen with them…and you saw him at the club the other night… HOLY FUCKING SHIT ITS HARRY STYLES ISN’T IT?” she shouted.
You groaned. “Sorry, she’s a bit uh… drunk,” you said to an old lady staring.
Once everyone was away, you sighed looking at her. “Yes, okay, I’ve been seeing him,” you said.
“Oh my god! How did you keep this information from me for so long?” she gasped.
“Because I had to,” you sighed. “And you can’t tell anyone.”
“Scouts honor!” she said. “I can’t believe this. This is so cool!”
You laughed. “Come on, I’ve got everything I need.”
“I bet you do,” she smirked.
Later that night, you were getting everything ready for the dinner. Harry would be over soon and you were just finishing everything up. You had music playing in the background as you cooked. You were nervous about tonight, especially after your conversation with your friend from earlier.
If you were being honest with yourself, you were definitely ready to take that step with him, but you wanted to wait until you knew where this was going to go.
The doorbell rang and you knew it was Harry. You quickly washed your hands and headed over to the door.
“Hey,” he smiled holding a bottle of wine in his hands.
“Hey, come on in, everything is almost ready,” you smiled.
Harry walked in and you shut the door. He gave you a quick kiss before following you into the kitchen.
“Need any help?” He asked.
“You can pour the wine,” you smiled.
“Sounds good,” he smiled going over to your cabinet and getting two wine glasses.
“How was your day?” You asked.
“It was okay, I had a few radio interviews,” he said.
“Oh, how did those go?” You asked.
“Pretty good,” he smiled. “How about you? Did you go back to work today?”
“No, I’ve been working from home,” you sighed. “I know it seems childish, but Madison just… she irks me the wrong way and I’m just afraid that she’s going to say something and I’m gonna punch her or something.”
“Now, baby, violence is never the answer,” he laughed wrapping his arms around you. “But I do think you should go back to work because the longer you’re gone, the more it looks like she won.”
“You’re probably right,” you sighed.
“I am right,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, Mr. Right, why don’t you go set the table and I’ll bring the food in,” you laughed.
“So, you admit I’m your Mr. Right?” he smirked.
“I never said that,” you laughed.
“Oh, I think you did,” he said walking over to the table.
You laughed shaking your head. You put everything on the table and sit down. You both start eating quickly and Harry looks over at you.
“I’m going to Paris in a few days,” he said. “I have an appearance there on a show and I was sort of wondering if you’d want to go with me?”
“Oh, wow, I’d love to go, but would that be the best idea for us?” You asked. “I mean, how would I go with you and not be seen?”
“I guess I didn’t think about that,” he sighed. “But I mean are we supposed to hide out forever?”
“No,” you sighed.
“Then come with me,” he said. “It’s going to be a big appearance for me and I want my girlfriend to be there with me, plus we’ll have some time to spend in Paris and I’d love to have you there with me.”
You stopped eating and looked up at him. “Girlfriend?”
Harry blushed and took a sip of his wine. “I uh… well… I mean… Aren’t you?”
“I guess, but I didn’t know we were…at that step yet…” you blushed.
“Well, that’s sort of my fault,” he coughed. “I never did really ask you.”
“No, you didn’t,” you laughed. “But I would say yes if you did.”
He smiled taking your hand. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend and come with me to Paris?” he asked.
“Yeah, I will,” you smiled.
He leaned into kiss you before pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck and looking down at him.
“I really like you,” he whispered.
“And I really like you,” you whispered.
Harry leaned into kiss you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You deepen the kiss and tightened his grip on you. You pull back a bit and turn so that you’re straddling him. He then gets up from the chair to carry you over to the couch. You both practically fall onto the couch and start laughing.
“Oops,” he laughed. “I tripped.”
“Way to go,” you laughed. “Now, come here.”
He smirked and kissed you again. It didn’t take long before you found yourself unbuttoning the rest of shirt. He leaned up a bit from the couch as he helped you take off his shirt and throw it. His hands were making their way up your thighs and sides before pulling you closer to him. He pulled away from your lips and started kissing down your neck. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head to the side.
You felt his hands at the hem of your shirt and touching the skin underneath. You pulled back from the kiss and took it off. Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss you on the lips. You put your hands on the side of his face as you smiled into the kiss.
A half an hour later, Harry pulled away from your neck. “W-We should probably stop,” he whispered.
“Why?” You said kissing his neck.
“Because…as I’m sure you can tell, I’m developing a bit of a problem,” he said.
“Oh, right,” you blushed. “But uh… we don’t have to stop,” you whispered.
“What? I mean, are you sure? We don’t have to do anything,” he said.
“I know, but I want to unless you don’t,” you said.
“It’s not that I don’t because I do, trust me I do, I just don’t want you to feel like pressured or anything,” he said. “I don’t want to rush things with you,”
“Okay, I’m confused,” you said getting off his lap and sitting next to him on the couch.
He tried his best to rearrange himself once you got off of him. “So, you want to have sex with me, but you’re not going to?” You asked.
He sighed grabbing a pillow and looking over at you. “Not tonight,” he said. “I want our first time together to be a bit more romantic than this,” he said pointing to the couch.
“We can go to my bedroom, I wasn’t exactly insinuating that we do it here,” you laughed.
“I know, but I still want it to be more romantic,” he blushed. “And I want to know that we’re both ready for this. I don’t want us to just give in to the moment and then one of us regret it the next morning.”
“If you’re worried about me regretting it, I wouldn’t,” you said.
“I’m glad that you wouldn’t, but still,” he smiled taking your hand. “I would feel better if it happened a different night. I hope you’re mad…”
“Why would I be mad?” You laughed. “It’s okay, really. I understand and I see where you’re coming from and I agree. We hadn’t really talked about it and you’re right, I think we’d both feel better about taking that step when we both are on the same page.”
He smiled. “But I promise you, it will happen soon.”
“Looking forward to it,” you smirked.
The next morning you decided that you were going to work. You got up, dressed, and headed out the door. You weren’t exactly gung-ho on going to work, but Harry was right, the longer you avoided Madison, the more she could gloat that she won.
When you arrived at the office, Madison wasn’t there yet, and you couldn’t be happier. You went into your office and started finishing up some things that you had been working on at home.
A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it and it was a delivery guy holding flowers.
“Are you Y/N?” he asked.
“I am,” you nodded.
“These are for you,” he smiled.
“Oh, thank you,” you said taking them from him. It was a huge bouquet of red and pink roses. You found a card and opened it.
“I figured you might need something to brighten your first day back at the office. Meet me for lunch at noon?” - H.
You smiled widely and put the vase on your desk. You grabbed your phone and texted him that you would meet him, but only at a cafe a few blocks away from the office.
“What’s this?” A voice said standing in your doorway.
You turned around and saw Madison standing there. “Well, I’m not exactly sure, but I think they’re roses,” you rolled your eyes.
“Duh, Y/N. I meant why did you buy yourself roses,” she said.
“I didn’t buy myself roses, they were sent to me,” you said.
“But who?” She scoffs.
“None of your business,” you said.
“No need to get defensive, Y/N,” she said. “Anyway, glad to see you back at work.”
“Thanks,” you mumbled before going back to work.
When it came time to leave for lunch, you left your office and got in your car. You drove to the restaurant that you were meeting Harry at and walked inside. Harry was already there and sitting at a back table that was pretty private.
He hugged you tightly when you got there before giving you a quick kiss and you two sat down at the table. Before you could even say anything to him, someone walked up to the table. You figured it was the waiter, but you quickly found out that it wasn’t.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Madison smirked crossing her arms as she looked at you and Harry.
honestly i hate the idea of “omg! a love triangle! let’s make it a poly relationship instead!” especially when it’s brought up if it’s two girls and one guy like why are y’all so against the two girls saying fuck off to the guy and dating each other why do you need the guy to be involved so bad
-ISLAMIC is an adjective (descriptor) used for NONHUMAN NOUNS, usually to describe calligraphy art, clothing or architecture produced BY Muslims. It is not pluralized because it is an adjectice. You don’t say “Islamics,” same way you don’t say “Puffies,” because puffy is a descriptor. JSYK, since it is a nonhuman descriptor, you wouldn’t say “Islamic people.” There’s a word for that: Muslim.
-MUSLIM is a person. A noun/descriptor, but mainly a noun. Muslims are people. Muslims. Not Islams or Islamics or JUST NO. Muslims. You would say “Muslim man” just as you would say “Jewish girl,” but, you can also say “a Muslim” or “Muslims.” The word “Muslim” is used just as a nationality would be, ie, “American man” or just “Americans,” BUT REMEMBER. MUSLIM IS NOT AN ETHNICITY OR NATIONALITY.
-ISLAM is the religion itself. Period. It’s a noun. It cannot be pluralized. There aren’t any “Islams,” no. no. It’s just Islam, the religion. A person cannot be Islam. You don’t go up to people and say “Are you Catholicism?” So, you don’t go up to people and say “Are you Islam?”
Do you know what bothers me about “how do you remember all their names” or “how can you tell them apart” comments is that it’s usually coming from my friends. My friends who watch shows like Game Of Thrones and The Flash. So you can keep up with a hundred different characters and a hundred different time lines but have trouble grasping the concept that I can tell the difference between Minghao and Woozi? You can remember names like Daenerys Targaryen and Cersei Lannister but can’t remember names like Suga and Jimin? And don’t tell me you don’t wanna listen to a band who speaks a different language when I know people who would listen to a freaking audiobook of Khal Drogo speaking Dothraki!
It really ticks me off when people don’t realize that artists and writers have a life outside of tumblr. We don’t sit down and draw or write all the live long day, 365 days a year in front of our computers and tablets. For some of us, yes it’s a job, but we don’t do it on such a constant basis that we have no life outside of it all and it pisses me off when people just say, “Well, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? You do it all the time!”
Yes. Let me whip out my magic pen that will create a story or an image for you in 5 seconds flat with everything exactly the way you want it.
Art takes time. Writing takes time. It takes practice and thinking and references and researching to do what we do. If we get it all done in an hour - full blown story/picture/mini-comic/webcomic - then holy shit we were on a role and we must actually be magic. But not everything works out that way. Life gets in the way and our priorities make certain projects be put on the back burner and it just irks me that there are people out there who just don’t get it.
I’ve had my fair share of people getting mad at me for having to put shit on the back burner because I had things in my life to prioritize and apparently apologizing yet confirming it will be done no matter what isn’t enough. And then there are the people who bug the shit out of you day in and day out and what kills me is that you get so pressured you go, “Do I really want to finish this? Do I really want to even do this? Do I even have the drive to do it anymore?”
Don’t be the people who make an artist or a writer feel like unappreciated or pressured like this. It’s awful, especially when life hands them something they need to take care of first.