I saw someone headcanoning that Sero and Bakugou had this friends with benefits thing in the past in which they would make out sometimes just for fun. I really liked that idea. How would you think Kaminari and Kirishima would react to that? Do you think they'd get jealous or?
Reblog if you are willing to roleplay with an ESL student
For those of you who don’t know, ESL stands for English as a Second Language.
It has happened to me more than one time to be discriminated because my sentence structure is a bit different and since people care so much for being literate, I would like to know those who don’t really discriminate, as long as it is understandable and it doesn’t show horrible mistakes that makes it hard to read.
im sorry im really salty right now but i have to go on a gd rant bc im????
this fandom is so violently against thinking outside the lovesquare it’s crazy. go through every ship you can think of, count the amount of content in the tags for each, and then come back to me if you don’t believe me
like first off let’s start with the f/f ships
by far the most popular two are julerose and chlolya, a.k.a. ships that don’t include mari and don’t mess with the lovesquare
and before you pull the whole “oh but their dynamic is better”
chlonette and chlolya are both rivals to lovers ships in their simplest form. so why is chlolya more popular?
alyanette and julerose are both friends to lovers ships in their simplest form. so why is julerose more popular?
it takes clawing through alyanette, chlonette, lilanette, etc. tags to find content, meanwhile chlolya and julerose are everywhere bc they’re “safe ships”
this one’s even funnier bc mlm ships in this fandom are practically nonexistent
the most “popular” ones are adrinino and adrinath, but guess why you barely see content for them?
the only reason they’re more popular than kim/max is bc they either involve the main characters, or they involve nath (the only background character that people seem to give a shit about for reasons unknown????)
oh and it gets better bc let’s talk about het ships that don’t get any love
i’ve seen marinath used so damn often as a means to an end for lovesquare shippers. like if i had a dollar for every time i saw marinath used as a way for adrien to be jealous/confess his feelings, i could buy a fucking condo
nino x marinette? alya x adrien? no?
yeah. figured. kinda makes the lovesquare impossible, right?
the best part about this is that when you check which pairings get useless comments tagged on about ‘oh are you guys serious?’ ‘yeah but they’re just friends?’ ‘this pairing would never work’ and ‘x person loves y so they can’t possibly like z,’ do you know which ones you’ll see more often than not?
pairings that include adrien or marinette
im tired of seeing people be dismissive of alyanette, adrinino, and ninette. i’m tired of having to literally claw through the tags for chlonette or lilanette. im tired of seeing artists and writers get tens of thousands of notes on their lovesquare art and struggle to get 200 notes on art with pairings that disrupt the lovesquare.
it’s disheartening. it’s annoying. it’s isolating. and it feels like a lot of people don’t even care so i guess im done
Most of these characters didn’t give a rat’s ass that HR died. And yeah, he was no Iris West. He wasn’t the love interest, the daughter, the sister, the best friend. But HR deserved more than a semi-teary farewell and Savitar seeming like he cared more about killing him than any of the people (aside from Tracy and Cisco) seemed to care about him dying.
Barry barely mentioned him after he died. Joe didn’t seem to care at all. Julian had an, “Oh wow, I missed a lot,” kind of reaction. Iris showed barely any grief about the situation until the funeral.
Like, I know the show didn’t care about HR, but this is just disgusting. And I’m probably one of about ten people who care because I see people shitting on him in the tag already.
I love when straight people are acting all accepting and like “ur so much more than your sexuality I don’t care what you are you’re still the same person” like okay anyway I’m not straight and that’s literally the main event™ of my personality it’s my only passion in life
“I do not regret being who I am, being as open as I’ve been. And I am proud of myself for not apologizing for it. I don’t fit into any of the boxes that so many petty-minded little motherfuckers love to put me in, and I don’t really care.”
More convert advice no one asked for but that I’ll throw out there anyway:
Commit to listening only to Jewish music for the foreseeable future. It’ll really help both your Hebrew and your ability to intuit where a song you don’t know is going and/or where the line repeats are (because of course they aren’t marked lmao)
Make learning alef-bet a top priority, because the faster you can follow along with the Hebrew and wean yourself from the transliterations, the less frequently you’ll be lost. You don’t have to know the full words or their actual translations just yet - learn a few highly recognizable words and then keep up while people are reading/chanting by recognizing the first letter.
Davening (even just saying the morning and evening Shema) and working on the home rituals and the brachot will really help your Hebrew and ability to follow the liturgy in addition to being a good habit to get into.
Listen more than you talk. I know this is really hard as someone who nervous-talks, but just force yourself to accept some awkward silences and get really good at asking people questions.
Immerse yourself as much as possible. I mentioned this in the tags of that other post, but this is a lot more like acculturating than regular socializing, so diving in headfirst is actually a lot more helpful than tiptoeing in.
You’re gonna make awkward mistakes. It WILL happen. Most people won’t notice, won’t care, will do it themselves next time, and/or won’t remember. Learn to laugh at yourself.
Seriously everyone gets lost at least once or twice per service except That One Guy who’s been attending services every week for the last 80 years and just… don’t worry about him.
As my bestie taught me early on (and was 110% right about): Someone Is Always Later Than You
Corollary to the above point: Sometimes It Has To Be You And That’s OK
So like, not all rabbis are equally good with people, but please try to keep in mind that they usually have a LOT going on, especially around the holidays, and try not to take distance personally.
You don’t have to have a good voice or know the songs to sing along. Or, as one service leader said: “If you know the songs, sing along; if you don’t know them sing louder.” If you’re really hung up on it, sit next to someone who sings loudly off-key until you’re more confident.
If people offer you food and you are capable of eating it, eat the damn food!
Try to remember that most people are totally absorbed in their own lives and are not likely to remember that awkward thing you did or said. Really. Paranoia about this is more likely your anxiety biting you than based in reality.
Most people are nice (or nice enough) and want you to feel comfortable there.
On the other hand, if people really are being mean, you may want to find a way to mention it to your Rabbi.
If it’s a really bad fit, you may need to find another synagogue. Don’t be afraid to jump ship or branch out if you need to.
Hang tight - the culture shock won’t last forever, I promise!
Hi! I have an Instagram myself, and although I practice an (extremely stringent) "if-you-steal-art-I-unfollow" policy, I know that doesn't really help the stealing problem--one follower lost is probably nothing to these accounts thriving off of stolen work. Instagram doesn't seem to have an option (trust me, I've looked) for stealing other people's content. How can I report someone for taking art? (Gosh, you have no idea how much those people tick. me. off.) Thanks!
Knowing that people like you exist is honestly the ONLY thing some days that keeps me from leaving this fandom and all its art theft issues. Bless you, my comrade <3 <3 <3
3 Things You Can Do To Fight Art Theft:
1. Comment (without harassing). Many art thieves try to pretend they “don’t know” who the artist is, or that they “don’t know” reposting isn’t allowed (even when it’s written right on the image). Calling them out by posting a link to the original, tagging the artist, or even simply stating ‘this belongs to [ARTIST] and they don’t allow reposts’ is sometimes enough to get an art thief to delete a repost (to avoid copyright strikes).
2. Link the artist. Send us a link so that we can report the art as stolen. You can also make a notifying callout post (again, careful not to harass) if it’s an account that steals from a lot of artists. However, dealing with tons of people treating you and your art like dirt can get really stressful (I know it’s ruined my day more than once), so sometimes you can also…
3. …Report “on behalf of the owner”. If you know an artist absolutely doesn’t allow reposts (for example, me), you can save them tons of time and stress by filling out a copyright claim on their behalf. All you need is a link to the original (most of my stuff is in my /tagged/my-stuff tag), and to tick the box that says you’re ‘authorized to report on behalf of the copyright owner’ (actual wording varies from site to site). When making a report, it’s absolutely vital that you know for sure the image was reposted without permission. I never give permission to repost (especially on Insta, Pinterest, WeHeartIt, etc.), so any of my art you see there is stolen, and you can report it. Buttons to look for include “report”, “this doesn’t belong on ____”, “this violates my intellectual copyright/terms of service”, and sometimes “inappropriate content”.
One advantage that art thieves have over artists is that there’s only so much a single artist can report (or emotionally handle) in a single day. Art thieves take advantage of that to get away with stealing. But if we all band together, we can take stolen posts down, get repeat offenders’ accounts deleted, and make this fandom a happier, fairer place to be.
Btw, thank you SO much to my followers who always have my back, and who I always see doing these 3 things above. You guys are ANGELS and you don’t know how many times a message like this, or a comment defending my art, etc. has kept me from jumping ship (and just not posting my art online anymore). You guys are so awesome, and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you. <3 <3
Victor Nikiforov’s name is officially spelled with a C as decided by the show’s writers
The YOI Wikia is WRONG, they know it and they refuse to correct their mistake, therefore invalidating their role as a source of objective, factual information. If they can’t even get a main character’s name spelled correctly, then none of their information can be considered reliable because who knows what else they changed just because the admins wanted. (ETA: At the very least now they have a note that acknowledges Victor as the canon spelling, but why they insist on keeping the incorrect one is beyond me)
If you write it with a K because “that’s more correct in Russian”, I hope you also write Atabek Altyn, Yuriy Plisetsky (or Yuri Plisetski) and Akuseeru, Ruuppu and Ruutsu Nishigoori, because those are more accurate and correct spellings in relation to those characters’ countries of origin, and if you don’t use those spellings, then you don’t care about being “culturally appropriate” and are just being stupid :D
If you spell it with a K for aesthetics… I mean that’s your prerrogative and I’m not gonna bitch at you for it but I’ll also never undestand why
I’m really to the point where I think antis just need to find themselves a different fandom to follow. Their entire philosophy depends upon rigid binaries, absolute morality, and dogmatic thinking, which the entire SW mythos actively goes out of its way to deconstruct. Hell, it looks like one of the major themes of TLJ (and presumably IX) is that the strict delineation of Dark/Light and good/bad is WRONG. As Luke says, it’s so much bigger than that.
So maybe a lot of what we see with them is just the natural result of their type of thinking being wholly incompatible with the source material. It would also explain why their theories and conjecture miss the mark so often. I’m not saying that they’re not “real” Star Wars fans or any bullshit like that (even though they toss it at Reylo shippers all the time) – their level of deep anger and hatred implies a deep emotional connection to the canon by definition. You don’t raise that much bile over something you don’t care about.
But I AM saying that they’ve been wrong so, so many more times than they’ve been right, and maybe it’s time for the less-fanatical ones to think about why that is. Their philosophy is fundamentally flawed and keeps not only pulling them in the wrong direction but actively hurting people in the process as they blithely trample over them. It needs to change or we’re just going to see more of the same defensiveness, anger, confusion, and a total unwillingness to accept that things are rarely as simplistic as they think, especially in the world of Star Wars.
Our young Pathfinder certainly has a talent for finding — well, talent, in the most unusual places. From what I understand, she found our resident krogan on Eos, slaughtering the local wildlife. I believe he’s wearing the bones of his kills.
And yet, he’s charming, but anyone’s standards. A little gruff, but that’s to be expected. He and Vetra seem to be getting along famously, if what I overhear from the crew’s quarters is any indication.
Cora is still dealing with residual frustration and resentment over the Pathfinder’s role passing from Alec to his daughter, but she is a consummate professional, and after an initial tense conversation with Ryder, has allowed herself to process and grieve in private. I’ve made a note to check in with her — something Cora will be astute enough to recognize — but I foresee no future issues in that quarter.
Sometimes it’s best simply to let time and distance do all the healing work. Harry, if you ever read this, know that I can hear you smirking.
Liam continues to impress me — his good humor and willingness to reach out to everyone has defused more than a few potential arguments. I’m rather amazed at how he dismantled what could have been a rather explosive argument over the last of the Fishdog Food Shack nuggets (I shudder to think what was in them, to have lasted so long in suspension!). His loyalty is unquestioned. He’d be an asset on any team, but I’m glad he’s with us.
Ryder stayed in her quarters for an extra forty-three minutes this morning. SAM assures me she was simply working out, but I’ve made a note to watch her stress levels a little more carefully. Excess exercise may be just one symptom of a larger problem.
I do hope they’re able to wake up her brother, soon. Her role is a lonely one.
How could this have happened to you? You’d been warned that people had it out for Samcro but never the extent of what was happening to you. Your husband, Happy, had told you to be cautious because things were going down and you just needed to be careful.
It was always known that when this was said, you do not go anywhere without the escort of a Samcro member, even if it be a prospect. But of course, you being the stubborn woman you are, you’d completely ditched the rules and had gone out alone. You were only out for a grocery run and cigarettes, but in such a short amount of time, everything began to go wrong.
You were sure if Happy found out, he’d be more than murderous and a little upset with you for the fact you’d gone out alone when he constantly begged you not to. The Samcro family was not on lockdown, ever, but it was still cautioned at the time. Apparently, they’d really pissed off some sick people.
Making it to the grocery store, you hadn’t noticed the vehicle that had followed you from a reasonable distance the entire time and even parked a row over away from you but kept an eye on your car. You’d never been so blind and naive in your life and you’ve every right to beat yourself up over it.
You’d gotten the groceries into your truck, packed everything away and had even made it to the tobacco store to pick up a case or two of cigarettes before you even made it home. And you did make it home, into the safety of your walls with armfuls of groceries.
Breaking glass had you alert, dropping the groceries in the kitchen to look at the front door where the glass on it had been broken and a gloved hand was coming through to twist the knob once unlocking it. Your body was frozen in place, stuck where you stood in your home, a gun a mere five feet away in a kitchen drawer for easy access. But you seemingly couldn’t break out of your fear struck stage.
With the front door swinging open and masked men bustling into your home, the sight of their guns seemed to break you, immediately lunging for the drawer but a muffled shot to your shoulder had you screaming in pain and collapsing to the floor. Blood dripping from the wound, soaking your tanned shirt and dripping to the floor as well.
You’d never felt pain so excruciating and this was unbearable in so many ways. Tears streaked down your cheeks, hands grabbing your feet and beginning to tie your ankles together had you becoming aware of your surroundings again. You let out another blood-curdling scream, trying to kick at the male but several more come to his aid, holding you down with ease.
The struggling ceases, along with the screaming as a hand is over your mouth, leaving you a muffled mess. Your hands and feet are tied in quick succession, your body being lifted and quickly carried out of your home but not before a message is left scrawled in your blood on the wall.
Happy only comes home because you’d not been answering his phone calls and seeing your car outside in the driveway settled a fear that was bubbling deep inside of him. But the moment he saw the broken glass on the front door, the door left ajar, the fear settled back in along with anger. Upon further walking into your shared home, he first noticed the message scrawled in dried blood on the wall, staining your white painted walls, a puddle of blood on the floor.
‘BLOOD FOR BLOOD’
This meant one thing, and one thing only. The club had killed one of Darby’s family members, it being an accidental thing when they’d decided to raid his place.
He was hesitant about asking the guys for help, he’s never liked having to ask for help but he knows he can’t do this on his own. He’s only known you’ve been gone for ten minutes and he’s already feeling distraught, hands wringing together tightly as he paces around your home, looking for any other signs, something to let him know that you’re still alive and he’s not going to be finding your dead body.
Once he’s searched the home twice to only find nothing to help his case, he calls Jax, begs him to get the boys rallied up and headed to his place, that he’ll explain everything when everyone was there.
The sound of motorcycles was heard just five minutes after he and Jax got off the phone, and the first face he sees coming in through the front door is Jax, followed by the others.
Jax opens his mouth to speak but the sight of the blood-scrawled message on the wall has him completely silent for once in his life. His heart is in his throat, swallowing thickly and looking to Happy who’s got tears in his eyes though he’s trying to quickly blink them away.
“Darby.” Jax nods, looking to the boys. “Back on the bikes, let’s go!”
Everyone seemed to move faster than Happy had ever seen them move though he supposes they could say the same thing for him. He’s on his bike with his helmet on in a matter of moments. He’s also the first to leave his yard, the first one down the street, and the first one speeding so much he’s sure he’d be pulled over if the cops cared enough to do so.
It was like he couldn’t even think right, couldn’t focus on one thing other than getting to Darby’s. Everyone knows Darby isn’t very smart and because this is payback, he’s going to make sure that Happy knows exactly where to find his wife; alive or dead.
The drive seems like it takes forever, hours upon hours but Happy’s at Darby’s trailer house on the outskirts of Charming, barely even able to put his bike on its kickstand before he’s rushing the front door.
“Y/N!” He yells, having made it minutes before the boys, pulling his gun from his jeans and kicking the door in with surprising ease. The sight before him, his wife laid out, blood smeared across the floor like there was a struggle.
It all has Happy sick to his stomach, heart dropping from his chest into his stomach as he walks closer to her barely moving body. He can see the small but labored rise and fall of your chest, indicating you’re still alive and you’re breathing.
He drops to his knees, sliding to your side and carefully cradling your body to his chest, a shaking hand ghosting over you, trying to find the source of the blood but there’s so much of it and tears are clouding his vision. He can’t see straight.
“Baby? Baby stay with me, c'mon. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be alright, okay?” His voice wavers, little shakes and breaks here and there and you suck in as deep a breath as you can, your cloudy eyes opening and looking at Happy.
His features are blurry, you can barely make him out but his voice soothes you, the fear that’s settled deep in your chest at the thought of dying. But you’re oddly becoming peaceful at Happy’s close proximity, his voice in your ear as he nuzzles you close.
“H-Happy, no it’s O-okay, I’m okay.” You cough, blood spilling down the side of your mouth, Happy beginning to rock you gently, not able to stifle the sob that leaves his lips.
You’ve never heard him cry like this, never in your life and it’s beginning to scare you. He couldn’t do this to you, you were going to be okay and he had to understand that.
But he watches as the life begins to leave your body, watches as you go limp in his grip and the rise and fall of your chest halts completely. An animalistic cry leaves his lips, head falling back as he cradles your lifeless body to his chest.
It’s like a hole is being ripped in his chest and his heart is being clawed out viciously. You’d only been married for almost a year, you hadn’t even had your first anniversary as husband and wife.
How could you be taken away so quickly? How could anyone do this to you?
Jax jogs his way up the steps into the trailer house, hearing Happy’s cries and the way he repeats 'no’ over and over. Jax sees your body in Happy’s grip, how he’s gripping at you like it’ll bring you back and keep you with him but you’re already gone.
Chibs makes his way over, hand settling on Happy’s shoulder and squeezing gently. “C'mon, brotha. We need to get her out of here.” He whispers, Happy’s body shaking under his hand as he nods and carefully stands. He carries your body outside to the van when Juice shows up in it, sitting in the back with you in his grip and caressing your hair back gently.
It’s been a week since Happy had found you, a week of not waking up to your face, a week of not hearing your voice, an entire fucking week since he’d last held you in his arms. It’s like a decline in his life like he’s under water and being held under.
He’d not left the house but to help plan your funeral and that was only for a short two hours. He was back at your house, curled in sheets that smelled so deeply of you, face buried in your pillow and crying himself to sleep again.
When it came time for your funeral, he dressed heavily in Samcro attire, pulling his kutte on over his jacket, sliding on his rings and necklace.
Riding to the funeral, he was head of everyone, the boys following behind in an almost practiced sequence, the entire group following the hearse that carried your dead body.
And when your coffin was lowered into the ground, Happy couldn’t help but collapse by the grave and beg you to come back, Jax and Chibs standing at his sides, hands rested on his shoulders as he cries.
Each anniversary, Happy goes out of his way to buy himself dinner and you a large bouquet of flowers and have a candle lit dinner at your grave with you.
No matter what, he won’t miss it for the world, and he won’t let you go.
Prompt: Heyy, if
you’re up for it, can I request an imagine where Negan was coach before the
apocalypse (your 18-19 now) and he finds
you by the road, realising you were his
student and he takes you back to the Sanctuary and is really protective of
you?? Sorry if it’s too long, love your blog <3 – Via @maddiemoo16602
Ships: None Words: 1,369 Warnings: Curses Category: Angst with a dash of fluff
You were walking down a street of an abandoned town,
dilapidated houses either side of you. You kept your eyes peeled for any sort
of movement. You heard nothing except the winds rushing through broken windows
and long absent streets.
Ivy crawled up the once neatly panelled houses like a
parasite. The neatly trimmed lawns and flowers which may have once been well
kept and colourful were now overgrown with weeds which had killed the beautiful
roses and daisies that once bloomed there long ago.
Your stomach rumbled as it had been for the past week. You
had eaten nothing but a dead rat and even then you only ate half of it, its
milky eyes felt although it was staring at you from beyond the grave.
I’m aware some of you might have followed me because of Supercorp. Alright, I’m glad you did. But seen some of the blogs following me, I also realized it was because of my Mon-El hate. If you did so? UNFOLLOW ME. I’m saying it nicely: there won’t be any hate on this blog anymore. I might not like Mon-El, I might not like Karamel, I realized that hating was just STUPID and CHILDISH. I do not hate Chris Wood, actually I think the man is a good actor now that I’ve watched his other shows, and actually I do LIKE him, so I won’t like any hate toward him on my dash. That’s why a lot of people are gonna be unfollowed. Also because I rewatched Supergirl. And I don’t think Karamel is as “toxic” as everyone is saying. I think you just got brainwashed by someone who didn’t liked it. Still it doesn’t mean I like it. I don’t want to be a part of something childish, stupid and disrespectful toward other people, I have things more important to do. So yeah, basically, if you don’t like it: UNFOLLOW ME. Because I’ll post about Chris, about EVERY OF HIS ROLES not because of the character but because I kinda like how he looks. So yeah, I might reblog some Mon-El post or Karamel post, but who cares anyway? And I’m aware some might not like it. Just do not hate on me. Or if you do, just accept that I’m more mature than you are.
This person does not look autistic, they can hold conversations and pass as neurotypical. They seem to be “high functioning”.
I also know an autistic person who
Often cannot go to the store alone
Often cannot tolerate being touched
Often forgets to do things like shower and eat
Often cannot hear people speaking to him when other people are talking
Often cannot change tasks/start a new task without intervention even for important things like switching from browsing Tumblr to getting food
Often gets disoriented by sensory overload in stores, schools, workplaces, restaurants and even just walking down the street
Often cannot maintain focus long enough to watch anything but simple cartoons or read anything but simple comics
This person will likely never function independently, complete college or have a job. They will likely always require support from family, friends or partners. They seem to be “low functioning”
They’re both me.
The point is that no matter how high functioning an autistic person appears in conversation with you, you’re only seeing part of the picture. I without fail am always told I must be “high functioning” when I say I’m autistic because all people are looking at are my social skills (and I received intervention when young that taught me many of the social skills I was lacking) but the reality is autism involves much more than that and by many other standards I am “low functioning”. Those just happen to be the aspects of it that are invisible to the people who don’t help to care for me.
Regardless of how valid you believe functioning labels to be it’s inappropriate to apply them to an autistic person without their permission, especially if you don’t know them well. Autism is not that simple and many of the things that affect a persons ability to function aren’t easy to see.
My friend wants a pet tiger, how can I convince her that this is the worst idea without sounding totally bitchy? She also used to work at a place with tigers and was allowed to interact with them.
Whenever people ask me about these sorts of topics with friends, my first advice is: decide how much you value your friendship with this person before proceeding. These are contentious issues and pushing can and will damage things in all likelihood. So figure out where your morals about people in your life not having pet tigers is in relation to keeping the friendship and adjust your approach and tone accordingly. If you want to stay close to her, you’ll probably need to be nicer and it’ll take longer to convince her if you succeed. If you don’t care as much you can be a little more straightforward and blunt (although you’ll want to be careful because if you push too hard on any of it, the resulting cognitive dissonance will make her align with the viewpoint that is familiar instead of the one causing stress).
I’d go through @bigcatawareness‘ tags on pet tigers and pull arguments from there, since she’s listed more than I ever eloquently can.
Here’s the real problem - for most people, simply getting to see/meet a real adult tiger is enough to make them reconsider that concept. But when you’ve got someone who has already been introduced to them and it was in a context where they were ‘things that are good to cuddle’ and they never came across as dangerous that doesn’t work. They’ve already been categorized in her head as ‘things that will love me’ rather than ‘things that are highly capable of killing me’.
It might be worth talking her through the realities of owning one to give her an idea of how hard/expensive it is. She’d have to move to one of the few states where it is legal, find a huge amount of money to build appropriate housing for it before she gets it, find an exotics vet willing to work with her before she moves, etc. See if you can get her to think through all the costs and planning and how much it would restrict her life (no more vacations, you can’t find anyone to petsit, and the moment you post on social media you’ll be harassed and potentially the target of animal rights extremism on a potentially national scale). That might be your best bet.