judge me but i am kind of proud of this

i like crowns

Originally posted by santhis-blog

Fandom: Descendants 2 

Warning(s)?: Slamming your head against a locker.

Word Count: 1316

A/N : Don’t judge me for doing the whole message thing XD I just wanted it to be casual and I didn’t feel like writing the whole plot down since it was a little too formal XD Yup, I am a weird person and I am proud of it!

A/N 2: Also, I am so sorry if it sucked. I kind of didn’t know how to start it, but trust me. Later on it gets better :D

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A low sigh escaped your lips as you leaned your head against the locker, ready to smash your skull against it if someone else talks about the new trend going around. No doubt it was something you have never seen before, but at the same time it’s just flat out annoying when everyone talks about it over and over and over again until there is nothing else to talk about.

That’s the thing about Auradon Prep, nothing lasts more than a week and if something does last over a week, it is usually forgotten by everybody until something similar comes back up. Take the villain kids for example. When they first came here everybody was scared of them since they were the children of villains, but after a week they forgot about it and never paid a second glance to them as if they were another boring person in Auradon…

…except Jay that is. It was mostly because he was the poster boy for every tourney game in the whole entire school.

Sure, Evie had her business with Doug and Carlos and Jane are together which gains them attention, but at the same time they are treated just like every person in Auradon is: like prissy pink princesses and proper princes.

“Guess what? My soulmate just wrote me and we’re going to meet for the first time! I am so excited!” Squeals rang out from the females walking down the halls as they exited their classrooms, black streaks smeared all over their forearm from writing constantly to their soulmates.

“That’s so cool! Me and my soulmate just started talking to each other! Maybe in a few days he, or she, might tell me their name!” Another squeal rang out from the females as they passed you, the only person in Auradon who was roughly slamming their heard against the locker of the popular school. In other words, you looked like a lunatic.

“Looks like someone doesn’t believe in soulmates.” A chuckle escaped the lips of the male behind you as you kept your forehead on the locker while your eyes glanced over to your right to face the King of Auradon: Ben. 

“It’s not that I don’t believe, I’m just tired of the constant talking of soulmates.” Keeping your forehead on the locker, you closed your eyes a little bit in order to shield your eyes from the smiling male you found the most irritating of them all.

“Have you at least given it a try? You don’t know unless you-” 

“Try?” You removed your head from the locker and leaned up against it to glare at the male who was currently keeping his full attention on you.

“It’s not like I have heard that a million times before.” Sarcasm caressed your voice as you rolled your eyes to show your annoyance, clearly not interested in where this conversation was going.

“And yes, I did try. I tried the first two days and I didn’t get a single reply.” Before you knew it, you pointed a finger on Ben’s defined chest and stared deep into his eyes to make the conversation more serious even when it was just a stupid conversation about soulmates.

“Maybe they had things to do… or they were probably intimidated by you.” A smug smile tugged at his lips before you pulled your finger away from him, crossing your arms across your chest as you continued to stare glare at the male in front of you.

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes a tad bit until you realized he did kind of have a point… You were kind of scary and intimidating, so there might be a chance that you scared them away, but at the same time you knew that wasn’t possible because your soulmate hasn’t even met you yet…

…or so you thought.

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Hey guys, I just wanted to say, in an unrelated comment to absolutely everything, that I am kind of proud of our fandom?? (Okay don’t judge me I have a fever and it hit me like an epiphany or whatever, I’m also half raving so I’m sentimental)

Like, I’ve seen so much hate and drama in another fandom these days, and I know in the IC there’s not much drama anymore maybe because we are few left and everyone that stayed is because we love the books unconditionally. And like, there’s people who don’t like the series, and they express it, but they don’t get that much angry about it, so there’s not many fights in here. And at least there’s not such thing as much anon hate… I think. Do you guys ever got anon hate? If so I just wanted to say, and I think i speak for everyone, that I think this fandom is a place where we understand and support all opinions as long as they are stated with respect, and that if you ever got anon hate, that is the one thing we do not support, so feel free to talk about it with me or whoever you know in this fandom, because we’re very good at spreading hugs and love 💙💙💙

I’m afraid to read what I wrote so I’m just going back to bed already😩

Also sorry for the hiatus again, blame spn… I think it has literally made me sick

Also I think when i weak up I’m gonna be so embarrassed by this post that I will delete it

But idk I felt like I had to say something

Like a shotout to all you lovely people

You are trully all amazing

And this fandom is lucky to have you

Falling Part 3

I’ve been having a blast writing these and love, love, love all the positive comments! It truly has been incredible. I hope that Part 3 meets all your expectations with the past two. Thank you again!

Background Soundtrack: “The Stranger” by Lord Huron (but honestly the whole album, “Lonesome Dreams”.


I don’t know how long I sat there staring at her. All I knew is that I couldn’t look away.

Her eyes.
Her lips.
Her hair.

I forced myself to look away. Staring down at my notebook, I started drawing random spirals all over the page. Looking up every so often to look at the professor. Pretending like I was processing anything he was saying. He might as well be the teacher from Charlie Brown because I couldn’t tell you a word that was coming out of his mouth. All I knew was there was a blonde devil sitting in the same room as me. I managed to keep looking everywhere, but to my right.

God, why I couldn’t I just fall in love with someone stable. Someone low key and, you know, doesn’t have the reputation of being an alpha bitch… and apparently living up to that title.

I heard rustling around me and realized that class was over. I avoided any eye contact as I went to put my stuff back into my backpack. Focused on the zipper like I’ve never focused on it before. I did a glance to see if she was gone. I slightly choked on my spit… nope. Then it dawned on me…

Exhaling, I muttered, “well shit,” it was at the moment I realized if she didn’t move, I would have to walk past her to get to the stairs to leave. Shit, shit, shit, shit. All of a sudden I felt a sense of panic. I was the mouse in the maze, looking for the cheese. Except the cheese is exactly what I don’t want to find. I looked around, coming up with some sort of game plan. Whatever happened to fire safety? Shouldn’t there be more than ONE set of stairs? I could just picture her self- satisfied smirk when she sees that I have to walk past her. That thought made my face feel hot when I realized that that actually pissed me off. So I did what every rational person would do… I climbed and clambered over the chairs. Carefully, making my way down a couple of rows. Finally, feeling satisfied with the distance, I walked down the row and down the stairs.

Ha. Becca. You didn’t win and you certainly didn’t get what you want. I furrowed my brow, what did she want and why does it feel like I’ll never win?

Readjusting the straps on my backpack and wiping the unattractive sweat on my face from my hurdle excursion, I let my eyes readjust to my surroundings. The campus was now full on busy. People laughing with each other, talking on their phones or just briskly walking to their next destination. I could hear the wheels of skateboards, heels clicking, gum popping and the small dings from people on their bikes weaving through. It was a nice day out, it really was, and the campus looked beautiful. As I took a moment to take it all in, letting my mind wander and relax. I felt a tap on my shoulder. My body went rigid.

Happy moment over. Groaning under my breath and trying to ease the pace of my heart rate, I reluctantly looked over my shoulder. I let out the biggest breath with complete relief. It was just Zig. I looked around quickly to make note of anyone else… let’s be real,  we all know, a certain somebody else. I felt a hand waving in front me, “yo, MC, you in there?” I shook the thoughts in my head away and looked back at him. “Sorry, just lost in thought.” He had a slight frown as he studied me, and then draped his arm over my shoulders, “walk with me.” With that, he started walking, and that meant apparently so was I.

He ended up leading us to a picnic table that set slightly away from the rest. We sat across from each other. There was silence… more silence… and even more. I started tapping my fingers on the table, glancing at him every so often and then looking around. This was getting incredibly awkward and my butt was starting to go numb from sitting on the bench.

I cleared my throat, and readjusted in my seat to try and get it to wake up, “so… what’s up?” I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. He laughed slightly, but looked right at me, “you know we’re all worried about you. Talking to the group, they told me that they rarely see you. Of course, I never get to see you. I know you don’t want to tell anyone what’s wrong, but, MC, you’re my bud. You’ve helped me deal with shit, even though they were things I am definitely not proud of.” He reached out and put a hand gently over my fidgety one. “Please, let me just be there for you. I get not wanting to share, but it’s me we’re talking about. Hell knows, I am definitely not one to judge.”

I looked at him, looked straight into his eyes. They were kind, but firm. His jaw was set as he looked at me. Well hell… I took a deep breath, as if I were going to be diving into water and blew it all out through my lips up to where my hair slightly moved from the disturbance.

“Okay, okay, but this stays between you and me. I mean it, it does not leave this table.” He laughed a little and zipped his lips shut and for emphasis, threw away the key. One last deep breath, I unraveled everything. Where it all started with Becca, a single night, that turned into another night, into another. Eventually, it became more than something physical. I told him how she opened up to me, how Becca would actually talk and laugh with me.

I dropped my head onto the table. “Zig, she was so different when it was just us. Then she has to go pull all this shit,” I waved my hand in the air, gesturing to whatever was around me. My head still facedown on the table. I dropped my hand, head down on the table and waited for a response.


I looked up, not sure if I’d actually see anyone sitting across from me. To my disbelief I was greeted with a funny smirk on Zig’s lips. Lifting my head fully, “what? Why are you looking at me like that?” I started to pick at the wood slivers of the picnic table. Then, without warning, a burst of laughter came out of his mouth. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “Seriously, what is so funny?”

After taking a couple of breaths to stop his laughter, he looked at me amused, “MC, it’s been obvious for some time that you two have had some sort of connection. I just didn’t know that this whole time, you’ve well… that you’ve actually have acted on it.” I looked at him wide eyed, trying to process what he just told me. I felt the blood drain from my face, “if you know, d-do you think the others do to?” I swallowed hard as he thought about it. “Mm, I don’t think so.” Putting both elbows on the table, I rested my chin in my hands. “What do I do? I am so upset with her, but, god, every time I think about her… I can’t shake all the other feelings inside of me. I just get frustrated with myself.”

He looked at me somberly, “you have every right to be upset, but it’s okay to still love her. You can’t just forget all those feelings and act like nothing ever happened.” I sighed loudly, more frustrated, but feeling a slight relief to be able to talk with someone. “Look, I’m far from an expert in the love department, but I do know that you are an incredible person. You’ve been an amazing friend and far more supportive than any of my other friends have ever been. I can’t make the decisions for you, as to what you want to do with this secret relationship, but I can be there for you.” I felt my eyes start to well up as his words sunk in. “Whoa, whoa, MC, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Zig looked mortified. Shaking my head, “no, it’s okay, these tears are actually happy tears.” I wiped the stray tears that fell down my cheeks.

Zig looked down at his phone, “oh shit, I’ve got class in ten minutes and can’t miss it. I’m so sorry to leave you like this.” I held my hand up to stop him from talking, “stop, go to class, you are not leaving me like anything. In fact, I actually feel slightly better. Now that someone knows, it’s taken a bit of weight off my shoulders.” We both stood up and he came around the table and gave me a hug. It was a hug that I absolutely needed and in that moment, could feel myself genuinely smile. “Now go, have fun in class… learn something and try to make some friends, will you.” He grabbed his backpack and laughed, “yes mom, I’ll make sure to find some kids to play with at recess.” With that he laughed and hurriedly walked away.

I sat at the edge of the bench, reveling in the moment of peace I had in my heart. I felt a slight bound of confidence. I grabbed my backpack, squared my shoulders, and headed to the one place I knew I needed to be. I kept repeating the conversation I had with Zig, trying to keep my confidence up and keep my tears in check. With a brisk pace, I headed to the sorority house. It was time to talk with one heartbroken blonde.

groverman712  asked:

On Miyuki and Spork, what do you imagine their personalities being like?

Hmm, well based on these 2 lines of dialogue: “Tell me what my finest minds are dreaming up for the EMPIRE.” and “OPERATOR, who is this little creature?” Miyuki strikes me as being elegant and sophisticated. She’s seems proud of her subjects and is not condescending towards them, or at least not as much as the other Tallests depending on the way she calls Zim a “little creature”. She could’ve said it in a snobby way, or maybe she was genuinely curious or fascinated by Zim’s rambunctious personality. If the latter is the case, the fact that she didn’t simply brush Zim off is something to consider. Zim’s a runt, which means he should be inferior in her eyes, yet she still considers his presence worth noting.

I imagine her being graceful in nature and a highly competent and wise ruler. She sees the potential in everything, and is patient and understanding. I still don’t understand how she had no idea who Zim was before meeting him, considering he’s already infamous for causing disasters within the empire. Unless there was another Tallest before her that had reigned during that period?

As for Spork, well he’s only got one line to judge him from: “And as your new TALLEST, I am proud to say that you INVADERS in training are the FUTURE of the EMPIRE! I’m still taller than you though. SALUTE ME! “ He’s definitely more like Red and Purple in being arrogant and showing off his height. I can’t deduce much more from that line, but since you’re asking me what I imagine him to be, I’d say he’d probably be more ruthless and impulsive to feed his ego, but then again, he could be useless and just in it for the creature comforts.

Asian Girls and White Men

There is a trending motif in some social justice blogs regarding the “empowerment” of Asian women by telling them they ain’t worth shit if they choose to date a white person. How is this conducive of cultivating the confidence of Asian girls? It paradoxically informs them that “hey listen, the only reason why a white man would EVER date you is because of their disgusting fetish for you. That is all you will ever be to a white man, just a fetish.” From what I’ve read on @chescaleigh‘s blog she has also dealt with criticism for being married to a white man. Why? Because so called liberated and intersectional feminists do not believe that strong women of colour are able to love themselves or be free of internalized racism if they choose to date a white man. 

I call bullshit. I say to Asian girls you are not a fetish. You are brilliant and able to discern if a white man only sees you as a fetish or appreciates you for the unique individual you are. Date a person who values your culture and identity. I date a white man because he is kind, supportive, and loving. A white man dates me because I am the fucking bombest girl he will ever meet and I also happen to be Chinese and proud as fuck for being Chinese. So fuck you and your “Asian girls the only way to love yourself is dating within your own race” bullshit. I am sick of being judged for my choice of a mate, I am sick of people assuming the only reason my boyfriend could possibly love me is because of his affinity for my ethnicity and that the only reason why I date him is because I hate myself and my own people sooo0o0o0o much. 

Fuck your self serving narrative. There are other ways of dismantling racism and the patriarchy, belittling Asian women is not one of them. 


“They’re just a band” – That is a statement that I have heard non stop for the past 4 and a half years. To some people, they are just a band. But to a lot of people (including me) they were the people we relied on to make us smile everyday. These boys have taught me more about myself and about life in general than any teacher or parent ever could. Harry specifically has taught me a lot in these past few years. He has taught me how to love myself. He has taught me how to love others unconditionally even if they don’t necessarily deserve it. He is kind. He is humble. He is genuine. He is everything I want this world to be and more. So, people can laugh and judge all they want. I don’t really care. I am not ashamed or embarrassed to say that Harry Styles has made an impact on my life and has actually helped me become the person I am today. He is somebody that I am proud to say I look up to and he will always be that person. 1dtattoos

anonymous asked:

Jeez, moms have changed since I was 18. I can't believe HC liked that picture of drunk Mingus. She must be so proud. I guess she wants to be a mom/friend.

That surprised me as well. My situation is totally different but I was 30 before I would drink in from of my mother. I can not imagine what would have happened if she saw pics of me drinking before I was legal to do so. To be honest I am kind of disappointed that she finds this ok. To each his own I guess every parent is different who are we to judge idk.

What your conscious mind forgets, your subconscious CAN'T

 I had back to back nightmares two nights ago every time I closed my eyes, resulting in extreme anxiety, a middle of the night panic attack, and zero sleep. I couldn’t figure out WHY I was having such graphic, awful dreams. Then I looked at the calendar. 

One year ago today, I was driving home from Delaware, attempting to come to terms with what had just happened to me. That 1.5 hour drive was one of the longest of my LIFE and I don’t remember much other than calling the people I trusted most to just listen and cry with me. I HATE that as I’m absolutely loving every aspect of my life right now, this is something that I’ll NEVER be able to forget, no matter how hard I try. 

Many of you sent AMAZINGLY kind well-wishes when I went to sentencing in September (thank you thank you thank you!!!) and requested to see my Victim Impact Statement. I am so proud of myself for standing up and reading this, in front of my family, friends, judge, attacker, defense attorney, and strangers and REFUSING to let my voice be silenced. As I finished and headed back to sob in my mother’s arms, not a dry eye was present in that court room. The following are my words, my voice, and something that I am going to cling to as my strength: 

“As I sit here trying to decide how to compress 10 months of hell into a page of concise, clear explanations, all I can do is cry. It is nearly impossible. How can I comprehensively and cohesively convey to you, your honor, what a nightmare my life has been? I am going to do my best and I beg you to listen with your heart, to the final words I will say, as if I were your daughter, wife, or mother. On November 16th, I drove to Wilmington Delaware to enjoy a night out with an old friend. I never would’ve expected that a night that should’ve ended with girly gossip and cuddles would inevitably be the beginning of an uphill battle. 

For the past 10 months, I have experienced loss of sleep, irritability, anxiousness, loss of appetite, extreme anger, hyper vigilance, too many panic attacks to count, and nightmares. I have been forced to miss work hours for various meetings and because the emotional stress was just too difficult. On days that I did muster the strength to get to work, I often had emotional breakdowns. I have missed out on social events because I simply couldn’t bring myself to go out, see people, and deal with triggering events. I have been forced to ignore friends for fear of what the defense may suggest we would talk about. I’ve lost friends who simply couldn’t understand the complexity of the emotional roller coaster that a victim experiences. I have been revictimized by the process of reporting my assault and reactions of professionals, friends, and family. 

I decided to attempt to go to a bar for a friend’s birthday in January. It was the first time I had gone out socially in 2 months. Low and behold, Stephen Podesta was at the exact same bar! The defendant spent the night drinking and having a great time while I locked myself in the bathroom for over 2 hours, sobbing, and waited for my 19 year old brother to come pick me up. 

Fast forward to August. I’ve gone through thousands of dollars worth of therapy. I am finally beginning to heal and move forward with my life. I moved to Spain for a new journey and a fresh beginning. I receive a phone call 2 weeks ago which ultimately led to my decision to agree to the lesser plea. The flood of emotions returned, as if the event was fresh in my mind. The anxiety, loss of sleep, and panic attacks returned. I couldn’t muster the strength to get to my classes that I paid nearly $2,000 to attend. I gave up a week of traveling and spent nearly $1500 to come home so that my voice may FINALLY be heard. 

It was my decision to agree to this lesser plea of offensive touching, your honor, however, this plea does not do the crime justice. Stephen Podesta violated me multiple times that night, all the while knowing it was unwanted. I did NOT lead him on. I did NOT say yes. Stephen Podesta left physical marks on my body and emotional scars that will never go away. In a perfect world, Stephen Podesta would get a sentence that fits the ACTUAL crime that was committed. 

I am kindly asking, your honor, that you consider my request for the maximum sentence for this crime. I forgive Stephen Podesta, because I need to let go and move on myself. However, I have carried this burden for 10 months and unfortunately, I don’t have the luxury of just forgetting, “erasing it from my record”, and/ or pretending it never happened. I would like Stephen Podesta to have some accountability, more than level 1 probation. I would like Stephen Podesta to be forced to acknowledge the crime and face just a fraction of the hardship that I have faced. 

In closing, your honor, Stephen Podesta knows exactly what he did the night of November 16th. No amount of questioning MY morals and MY integrity can change that. No pathetic excuses or victim blaming can change the fact that he is guilty. I will dedicate my life to changing our systems to take the onus off of the victim and place it back where it belongs, on the assailant! It does NOT matter what I had to drink, how much I had to drink, what I wore that night, where I decided to sleep, or why I waited to report the assault. 

I cannot express my relief and gratitude that this long and arduous process is finally coming to a close. Judge Cooch, for 10 months I have been through emotions that are impossible to accurately convey in words. I have spent time, energy, and money on this process. I have felt that my voice was taken away. Your honor, please allow me to finally close this chapter in my life with a fair and just sentencing.” 

Fast forward one year. I’m living the most incredible, unrealistic, life! I work 4 hours a day, get a regular salary, and live with some amazing people. I have met new friends, traveled to new places, and am planning more trips already! I have an incredible support system in Madrid, and my support system at home, even 4,000+ miles away is stronger than ever! I am now beginning to look into how I can turn my experience into something positive for others going through something similarly tragic. 

If nothing else, this experience (as a whole) taught me to remember to be kind, loving, and sensitive to one another; respect each other’s differences and realize that you may never understand another person’s struggles/circumstances. 

On a final note, I have started using, and will continue using the hastag #stacysvagaries on instagram, facebook, and tumblr. 

Vagary: “an unpredictable or erratic action, occurrence, course, or instance; a 
whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action.” 


idk this is the first time i could look in a full length mirror in years without feeling disgusted. yes, i am overweight. i accept that. yes, my hair is stuck up at the back. that i don’t accept. my hair would be better if i’d had longer to get ready.

but this is me

i’m not hiding myself. love me or not, this is what i look like. and you don’t have to like it, but i hope you can at least accept it as the truth. i guess i felt odd as if my selfies were “lies” because they’re flattering. well, whatever.

this is how i look usually, not from great angles and extra make up. it’s me out for a bite to eat with my mum. i am a human being with thoughts and feelings who wnat you all to know how important you are, regardless of how you look or are judged by others.

which is why i’m posting this because usually i wouldn’t have glanced at the mirror. this is who i am and i am not ashamed.

and i am proud of myself for being a kind, loving person.

This love is ours...

Guys, I just wanted to take a minute and tell you all a little bit about my husband… so forgive me in advance if this gets a little long/sappy. :)

This is Paul… my heavy metal, drum beating, crazy as hell, cat loving husband. I wanted to make this post because he deserves some serious recognition. This man loves and supports me like nothing I have ever known before. He does everything he can to make sure I’m happy and to let me know that no matter what I’m always going to have him supporting me. He’s adamant in making sure I’m not alone, and if there’s ever a time when I feel like my world is caving in, he lets me know that he’s going to be right there to put all the pieces back together.

The first time Paul ever noticed me… (like REALLY noticed me) I was on a stage singing Innocent. I think it’s pretty clear by looking at him where his taste is centered when it comes to music… He’s all Slipknot, Mudvayne, In Flames, Motley Crue. All that kinda music that makes you wanna jump out a window just because you’re feeling hardcore and invincible haha. Now I’m very diverse in my music taste… I really like most everything, but I mean clearly I’m on tumblr with a Taylor Swift blog with my bio stating “Taylor Swift is my alpha and omega.” So that being said… opposites, right? I’m the kind of person who doesn’t hide who they are, but I am very self conscious all the time. I’m a proud Swiftie, and I let that be known… but I always have this fear that people are judging me (whether it’s based off my music taste or something else) and I feel nervous a lot for no reason… but not when I’m with Paul.

I want you guys to know that this metal head will go hard with me in the car to TaySway… that he’s listened to 1989 more times than he can possibly count. He never makes me feel small or ridiculous for loving Taylor as much as I do. He’s excited about seeing her in Charlotte, and he loves Wonderland. When he goes to work and all his manly man friends start picking at him for going to see Taylor he shuts them down, and lets them know that she is the top superstar in the world and tells them that he’s excited. 

When I started trying to get Taylor to notice me he never picked at me for it. He never tells me to stop talking about her. He always cheered me on when I told him people were starting to help me get noticed. When I would get discouraged he would tell me not to give up because he knew I was close, and that he knew if Taylor ever had the chance to know me that she would love me. Now that may seem silly or trivial to some people, but it means so much to me. I know you guys know what it’s like for people to downplay how we all feel about Taylor… it’s annoying, and it hurts our feelings, and people don’t believe us when we try to tell them about all the amazing things she does for us on here, how special she makes us feel. So to have him constantly supporting me and boosting me up was the best feeling. 

So I just wanted to take the time to let you guys know just how amazing he is, and how lucky I am to be with this man. We’re so excited to see taylorswift June 8th! And Taylor… if you happen to catch a glimpse of a man who’s about 6′1 who’s “dancing” really looks more like it should be designated for a Slipknot concert… then you’ve found us… and we would love to have a chance to say hello to you in person. :)

anonymous asked:

Why do you insist on being friends with all these outcasts of your ship. It's fucking up your reputation and the way people look at you now. I used to be proud of you but now you're just pissing me off

Hey there “friendly”, 

You really tried to sound like an ‘un-asshole’ at the beginning of that ask but unfortunately with each word after that first one I began to be less and less proud to be or more accurately used to be associated with you. 

I kind of wish you would have sent this off anon so I too can remove you from my life because if this is how you judge your friendships I don’t think ours ever had much of a chance to begin with. 

It might be really difficult for you to understand this concept but please try - I don’t chose my friends based on their shipping preferences, the way they ship something or dont ship something else or their personal opinions of fictional characters and TV shows. 

My SO ships CARYL…sort of…but he ships Carol and Rick more because he thinks it will cause havoc everywhere and because he wants to see Carol order Rick around…

Yeah, he has issues but you know, he has other opinions and thoughts that make it worth having him around. 

I don’t agree with everything my friends say or do BUT who does? 

I mean if that’s your friendship philosophy, then how many friends do you have left?
See I am someone who values transparency and authenticity so I would rather hear the truth about how someone feels about a ship or a character then pretend to be something for the sake of “reputation”

Or for the sake of YOU being “proud of them”!

I don’t put a lot of thought into how people look at me and I could care less that my ‘reputation’ is being ruined. See when you set out to be genuine and true to who you are, maintaining a good reputation among people like you is literally impossible without compromising a part of yourself AND at the end of the day nobody is worth that. Definitely not you! 

Coming to bloggers inboxes to criticize and admonish them because they are not catering to your way of shipping or your opinions about others, as you hide behind an anonymous badge, is not someone I care if I “piss off”! 

People choose to ship things differently and they have a right to react to things within the ship in their own way - without being judged or made to feel they are not living up to someone else’s shipping standards. We are all different people here and while we came together because of our shared love of a ship or a favourite character, we are individuals who have forged relationships and support systems beyond that. 

I don’t know exactly who these ‘Caryler’ outcasts are but you labelling them like that is very mean and frankly it makes me want to befriend them even more just because it “pisses you off”! 

Nobody deserves to be shamed, judged or labeled just because you are narrow-minded enough to think that they should be catering to the way you want to ship or that they need to adhere their opinions to yours.
That’s arrogance of the highest proportion and if this is how you are really like then I am glad I don’t make you proud. 

I’d hate to think the kind of person I’d have to be for that to happen. 

I suggest you unfollow me or block me right away because whatever it was that is making you so disappointed is most likely gonna get worse and not better.

Try to have a less uppity day today

Sanja - your disappointment