just remembered these guys

anonymous asked:

I feel like the reason most people consider keith gay af is bc of that dirty laundry fic. I dont really think im part of the fandom since your blog is basically the only one i stalk (i say stalk lightly bc i dont actually have a tumblr) but i feel like bc that fic is so popular most people tend to think in the same mentally? I admit i didnt read the entire fic, but i saw a lot of elements in it that the fandom seem to associate with them. I hope im making sense?

mmm I hear you, I’m just not sure if I totally agree. I think that maybe it had its influence when the fandom first started but it’s kind of really not popular at all anymore for multiple reasons. Personally, I think it’s to do with headcanon posts that circulated where fans made ideas or projected onto Keith because he was more of a blank slate in season 1 so it was easier to pretend that the fans’ word was law and self-projections or memes or whatever else overshadowed who Keith was showing himself to be. Those posts became popular and those users became popular and if you said anything against it, then you were a Bad Person or whatever  

idk!!! I don’t want drama or discourse so this is all I’ll be saying on it but I think there were a lot of elements at play, that’s all

i just remembered this story my dad told me one time, about abraham lincoln

a guy challenged abe to a duel once. lincoln very much did not want to duel this cat.

so lincoln agreed, on the condition he got to choose the weapon. maybe that was how it generally went in 19th century dueling culture, i have no idea.

the guy said “sure”

lincoln said, “ok. broadswords.”


so that poor would-be opponent shows up on the day of the would-be duel, and abe is outside, doing, like, some quick sword warmups.

now, back in lincoln’s day, he was, as any american schoolchild can tell you, the tallest fucking dude on the entire fucking planet, so please try to even imagine the majestic reach of this stovepiped giant’s condor-like wingspan.

(wingspan plus broadsword.)

abe’s enemy takes one look at this, does some quick mental calculations on his own arm length (mortal, human), turns around and goes home.

the best part is that, as i remember it, lincoln of course had no fucking idea how to swordfight. it was the 1800s. we had guns. he’d just been, like, waving this giant sword around haphazardly, whacking at tree limbs, making his arms look as big as possible because he knew this joker could see him, and he knew that guy didn’t know that lincoln didn’t know what the hell to do with a broadsword.


anyway, i don’t actually know if that story is true or not but i really really hope it is. i would love to know that the president who defeated the confederacy was also fucking hilarious.

Darkiplier: You’ll never escape. Not now, not e-

Me: Can I pet your dog?

Darkiplier: …What?

Me: Can. I. Pet. Your. Dog.

Darkiplier: …Do you know who I am? I can destroy everything you a-

Me: Did I stutter

I haven’t animated in so long??

i only have two settings: 1. unconscious and 2. terrible

anonymous asked:

Chat Noir #143 please

Decided to make one more before going to bed. That was actually not as easy as it might look? Idk.


Victor Nikiforov wakes up eight minutes before his alarm.

There’s a man cradled in his arms. He holds him closer, tighter—love stirs a deep ache within his chest. His breath hitches, his gravity shifts, the center of his world alters, a welcome warmth spreads throughout his body.

He thinks of how lucky he is.

Victor Nikiforov wakes up eight minutes before his alarm.

He treasures all four hundred and eighty seconds.

6

*throws knb stuff at you* lately there’s so much aoka and takao on my dash all my feels are suddenly back o<-< rip my soul

I don’t remember September 11, 2001

It was my sixth day of First Grade at Beaumont Elementary in Devon, Pennsylvania 
I was a 5-year-old new kid 
Mrs. Kowalski was still learning our names 
The School Board decided not to tell the students what happened
Didn’t want 7000 children in a panic
Thought we were safer in school
Than with distraught and distracted parents on highways
It was just another Tuesday

I don’t remember 9/11
I remember the weeks that followed 
The red eyes of adults around me 
The fantastical and horrific stories
The tears and denial of friends who lost loved ones
All burned into my psyche

I don’t remember 9/11
I remember my parents going to New York a month after the attacks for their anniversary 
They brought back gifts from the Toys R Us in Times Square 
And stories of dust covered cars that would never be reclaimed

I don’t remember 9/11
I remember hearing that we were going to war 
I remember my fear for children like me who would get hurt
I remember resigned acceptance 
“We’re just getting the bad guys,” people said 
“You’re too young to understand”

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember my confusion when my father couldn’t walk my mother and I to the gate at Philadelphia International 
“But the last time we visited Aunt Theresa you waved goodbye” 
What I would’ve given to go back to 1999

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember the dead 
Young Americans fighting out of grief and misguided patriotism
Iraqis and Afghans and Pakistanis slaughtered out of revenge 
I remember pushing a bully down a slide on a playground when he asked my friend if her parents bombed buildings
A week later he tripped me going down the stairs, spraining my ankle 
“Al Qaeda supporter,” he whispered

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember a war 
I remember being desensitized to images of gore and destruction 
I remember a norm of hatred and aggression in the name of patriotism and security
I remember learning of the ever-mounting debt being saddled on my generation 
Debts that my grandchildren will still be paying off
Debts of money and of blood

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember traveling to other countries 
Being reminded to exercise caution when telling people we’re Americans 
I remember the surprise on their faces 
“But you’re so nice” 
“You don’t look like war-mongers”

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember the nausea I felt when we learned in school that we armed and trained Al Qaeda and the Taliban
That we caused the Iranian Revolution 
That we fund corruption and war when it fits our needs 
That we’ve murdered millions in the name of freedom
That we are a nation of terrorists ourselves

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember years of teachers glossing over the early 2000s
“You know this already” 
I remember finally speaking up
Asking Mr. Palmatier to go over the events of that infamous day
I remember his stunned silence as he looked at his 2nd period AP US History class
“Sir…we were 6…we don’t remember”

I don’t remember 9/11
I remember the fear I feel every time I fly 
Every time I ride public transport
Every time I’m in a crowded area 
Every time I’m at a national site

I don’t remember 9/11 
I remember visiting memorials on a frigid day in December 
Sleet masked the tears on my face 
So much death and destruction
An endless war 
A generation that grew up on fear
A generation that could learn
Learn to empathize
Learn to love
Learn from the mistakes of those who came before us

I don’t remember 9/11
But I can’t forget everything since
I won’t forget

- Shadowed Memories [9.11.2017]

i made the mistake of watching thirteen reasons why and there’s a scene where a creepy stalker takes a photo of hannah and a female friend (closeted lesbian, what’s better they even pull the ‘predatory lesbian’ trope because hannah only kisses her back cuz she doesn’t want to hurt her friend) kissing in her room and then, because he’s secretly in love with hannah, publishes it without the girl’s consent. the main character, tray or cray or whatever, is then seen jerking off to said image of girls being violated. and we’re supposed to root both for HIM and for the ugly creep who took the photo