no matter what everyone says

Symptoms of OCD people don't talk about

-Depressive episodes
-Generalized anxiety
-Mild to severe hallucinations
-Innapropriate emotional reactions
-Hypersexuality v no libido changing constantly
-So many thoughts in your head it’s just a roaring buzzing noise and all you can do is cry
-Hypersensitivity
-Hyperresponsability
-Noticing literally everything, whether it’s things passing by, what everyone around you says no matter how far, how people react or say things, mood changes, how things feel, how another person’s hands feel because they just touched something dirty and didn’t wash up
-Sudden selective mutism
-Nightmares every single time you sleep
-Separation anxiety

Among so many others.

anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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Hufflepuff Headcanons
  • They have a full room of portraits of people who died by the hands of Voldemort or his followers. This includes, but is not limited to, Cedric Diggory, Nymphadora Tonks, and many more.
  • On Sundays, you will almost never see a Hufflepuff just strolling around Campus. That’s because Sunday is their designated Movie Marathon day.
  • A few muggle borns figured out how to get a giant tv working and they grab snacks from the kitchen and get into a giant Hufflepuff huddle.
  • No matter what, they always support each other. They’re one big family.
  • When they all come back from Hogsmeade, they throw all the candy that they got from Honeyduke’s and then distribute it evenly throughout their house.
  • Oh, yeah, I should probably mention that sugar highs are pretty common ‘round here.
  • You wouldn’t believe it, but there’s a major Prank War between the different years. Often it’s the seventh years that win, but there have been a few exceptions (*cough cough* Tonks and Teddy *cough cough*). People have woken up tied to their beds, their spaghetti has been turned to worms at dinner, and a few unlucky first year girls once woke up with their beds floating in the middle of the black lake. But everyone makes sure that their victims know that it was all in good fun.
  • Friday nights = spa time. It’s really helpful for the Fifth and Seventh years. Everyone forgets about their problems and have a giant train of massages that goes around the entire common room. After the massages, people are paired up to give each other facials. Finally, the seventh years take turns reading poems and short stories for everyone to enjoy.
  • No matter what, they will always say goodnight to each other. It’s a big deal if anyone didn’t, and the others will make them sit down to explain their reasoning for not doing so the next morning.
  • Since the majority of them are mentally five, they throw the best birthday parties for each other. Hundreds of balloons, five-tier cakes, heart-felt presents, moving everything out of the common room for bouncy houses, movies, and, of course, lots of confetti and glitter.
  • They celebrate literally everything. Someone got an O on a test? Time to celebrate! It’s Thanksgiving in America? We should have a party! Steve finally asked Kelly out? Someone grab the snacks! Tonks didn’t fall once today? We need cake!
  • Someone once found a hurt unicorn foal on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Without telling any of the other houses, they called up a few other Puffs to help disguise it and bring it to the common room. There, everyone helped nurse it back to health. Finally, everyone went down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to say goodbye as a few seventh year girlsbrought it back to its family.
  • So much house pride. Almost everything they wear- in and outside of school- is black and yellow. Some of them look like Bumblebees at this point.
  • For the Next Gen. Puffs, ‘One Call Away,’ ‘Kill ‘Em With Kindness,’ and ‘Count On Me,’ are basically their theme songs. People will go around singing one of them at the top of their lungs. 
  • They like to have little talent shows whenever they want.
  • Oversized matching sweaters, macoroni necklaces, fruit loop bracelets, and paper crowns make up the proper attire for lazy Saturdays. Literally every Hufflepuff you see with be wearing it.
  • After the Sorting Ceremony, the new first years are taken to the Portrait Room (the one with all the paintings of anyone who died by the hands of Death Eaters) and each of the paintings will introduce themselves. When that’s over, each of the new Puffs are given an amber ring. When they graduate, they keep it. When a Puff needs help, the ring will buzz. 
  • I could honestly go on for days because Hufflepuffs are the best things ever, but I think it’s time for me to stop.
Okay but name another country that puts together a bunch of famous fucking latin-american singers and throws a giant concert in the fucking ZOCALO and makes the price food for the victims of the earthquake. Yeah. Tickets dont cost money, the price is support and food and im so proud of my country for putting up something as big as this
Moriel Meta - in which Moriel is actually a healthy and respectful relationship, who knew?

I dislike the ‘Mor has to fix the Cass/Az/Mor situation/Mor should just talk to Azriel about everything/Mor has to be the one to change things and convince Az that he’s worthy of her’ for a number of reasons, most of which I’ve whinged about before (largely that it’s…kind of gross that all the emotional responsibility for this triangle is placed on..the only female character involved in it which is…deeply unfair) but apart from that I think it just shows a lack of understanding as to these characters and how they work and why Mor hasn’t said anything after all this time? 

And people say she should just get on with it and she should just say something and stop all of this but…I don’t think they consider the more problematic aspects of that? Azriel is in love with her and has been for a very long time and she knows this. I think that…In a way if she confronts him about it it’s like telling him that he has to be with her now. She puts him on the spot and forces him to approach a subject that she knows he’s not ready for

“So if he were ever interested would you … ?”
“The issue, actually, wouldn’t be me. It’d be him. I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn’t move an inch. He might have defied and proved those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won’t matter if Rhys makes him Prince of Velaris—he’ll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone. Especially me.”

 This scene has been approached in a whole host of different ways from people thinking that Mor is flat out wrong to assuming that this has happened before and she knows this from past experience but…I always just kind of read it as it was written. Az doesn’t think he’s good enough for her. It doesn’t matter what she does. It doesn’t matter if she tells him that she wants him. It doesn’t matter if she peels her clothes off and offers him every inch of her. This isn’t a question of want. It never has been. The problem isn’t desire, it’s not even love, it’s worth. 

We’re talking about the person that Mor spent four hundred years convincing it was okay to take a break from work every now and then and go to a club. We’re told Az’s dedication to his work and the lengths he push himself to border on sadistic. This is not someone who takes what they want. This is someone who struggles hugely with self-esteem and self-worth. This is someone who was locked in the dark as a child and set on fire by his brothers as a game because he was that disposable and that insignificant and had that little value. This is someone who is terrified of ever being in that position again and who therefore works ceaselessly and denies himself the things that he wants, even small things like rest or leisure time, because he cannot let himself not be useful again for even a moment because what if they lock him away again because he doesn’t matter? 

So, fine, let’s say Mor does what everyone says she should do. She goes to Az, tells him how she feels, tells him how she knows he feels, tells him what she wants, puts him on the spot, forces him to do something about it. Either: he does as Mor (who’s known and loved him for 500 years) believes and simply does nothing, freezes up, doesn’t move, doesn’t act. Or, okay, maybe he gives in to her because this is the woman that he loves, you know? The woman he’s devoted to. The woman he would look up from a pool of his own blood and snarl at the king who controls the poison running through his veins in order to protect. So maybe he yields. Maybe he says okay. Maybe he accepts her because well this is what she wants. 

For a start that…Doesn’t change anything? Mor going to him and telling him she loves him and wants him and peeling her clothes off in front of him isn’t going to change a damn thing. Rhys making him prince of Velaris isn’t going to change a damn thing. There is nothing that can be done externally to change Az. (And Mor is not under obligation to change him just because she’s a prospective partner that’s a seriously damaged way of thinking too) Az has to change Az. Az has to decide within himself that this relationship is something that he wants, something that will be good for him (and Mor), something that he deserves, something that he can have. Mor cannot do that for him. 

You can’t fix someone’s insecurities just by telling them that you love them/want them? That’s…Not the way this works, especially not for someone like Az where it’s such a deep rooted thing. This is something that he has to work himself through and in the meantime Mor (and Cassian who is…in this almost entirely for Az) will make damn sure that he has the time and space that he needs. However much of it that might be. 

And for a second thing her doing that would be…really unhealthy? Think about it. She’s essentially going up to this insecure, damaged person who’s deeply in love with her and saying: right, I love you, I’m tired of waiting, I’m making an executive decision here, one that isn’t really mine to make (it’s not Mor’s decision/up to Mor to say when Az is ready) and I’m telling you we’re doing this. That’s…Not okay? Like that’s borderline emotionally manipulative? She knows how Az feels. She confronts him about it and she uses that to get what she wants? And it’d be damaging for him. No matter how much he wants this. He. Is. Not. Ready. For. This. Relationship. 

And so many people call Mor out for this? As though it’s her fault? As though it’s a bad thing that she respects his boundaries, respects his insecurities, doesn’t try and force him to change for her because it would give her what she wants? She waits for him. She has waited five hundred years for this man to be ready. She has never pushed him. She has never pressured him. She never will. 

Because this is Mor. And is it really so difficult to understand why Mor, who suffered horrendous abuse of her own as a child, which shapes her just as much as it shapes Az, would wait? Is it so difficult to imagine her refusing to put Az on the spot and pressure him and control him the way she was controlled? Because oh well everyone around you expects you to do this so you should.

 Is it really difficult to imagine her refusing to tell Az who he should love and when he should be with them even though he’s not ready? The way her family told her that she should be with a prince of the Autumn Court, even though she wasn’t ready and didn’t want that? 

Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who spent her early life being broken by the demands and expectations and pressures of others - her family, those who were supposed to be closest to her, love her, protect her- refusing to put similar demands or expectations or pressures on another? Especially someone she loves so much.

 Is it really so difficult to imagine Mor, who was shown so little respect that once she was no longer of use or value she was treated like an animal and cast out to die, to be someone else’s problem, would be able to muster up enough respect to let the person she loves so much make their own choices in life? The things that were denied her? 

Is it so difficult to imagine that Mor wants to allow Az a choice? That she feels he should be allowed to choose what he is ready for? And not have her decide for him? Not have her step up to him and say, this is what’s best for you, this is what you want, this is what I’m deciding that you should have?

Is it really an indication that Mor doesn’t love him that she waits? That she’s waited for five hundred years. That’d she’d likely wait the same again, that she’d likely die before feeling like she’d forced him into a relationship with her because she decided that it was time and he was ready and that this was what was best? And therefore that gave her the right to strip away his choices because she knows what’s best? 

Is it really such a terrible thing for one partner to actually respect the other, their history, their situation, their insecurities and understand that they can’t just make these disappear with ~the power of love~ because that’s not the way that mental health works? And that maybe the best thing they can do is not put any extra pressure onto them and give them time and space and support to work through things in their own time and way? 

And is it really so difficult to believe that this is actually the healthiest and best thing that Mor could do both for Azriel and her relationship with him? And that anything else is unfairly pressuring him and manipulating him and forcing him into accepting something that he himself isn’t ready for? And that an emotional abuse victim doesn’t want to emotionally abuse the person that they love? And that that really isn’t a bad thing, you know; that anything else would be toxic and one-sided and selfish and unfair?

Is it? 

TL;DR: Mor is actually capable of respecting Azriel and demonstrates her love for him through that respect in allowing him space, time and a choice in his own life and the relationships he feels ready to pursue. Her keeping her distance from Azriel, the man she loves, for over five centuries is selfless af and I am tired of seeing it twisted around to make her appear to be the opposite. She’s actually dealing with this situation in the best, healthiest way possible and if you’ve got an alternative to what’s happening that doesn’t involve a fukc tonne of coercion and emotional manipulation backing Az into a corner and forcing him to deal with something he’s not ready to face I’d love to hear it :) 

“You can’t ship that. Your arguments are delusional and your otp doesn’t make any sense!”

Originally posted by actuallyagentwashington

 ps. GIF is from a video called history of japan by bill wurtz

anonymous asked:

Does Anie know that Abel is technically not loyal? It’s was mentioned before on vampires posts

Well, so many people have asked me about that, and although I’ve said it many times, I’ll say it again, but I’ll be clearer. uwu
Anie knows PERFECTLY that Abel is not faithful or loyal,how you want to say it.
Even Abel warned her, Abel told her perfectly the risks of loving him, and let me tell you because Anie even after knowing this, she continues to help him and loves him entirely.
Anie fell in love with Abel some time ago.
The spark of love that Anie feels for Abel grew from the first time she saw him protecting a small toons.
Anie could not help falling in love with such a strong and rude angel, and the fact of protecting thats toons of annoying brabuches made her fall in love more of him, BUT, in that moment, there were many ladies and gentlemen who were fascinated by the act so heroic of Abel, surrounding him to flood it without even giving Anie the opportunity to talk to him. Since then, Anie knew perfectly that Abel is a angel so desired, many toons want a part of it, toons more beautiful and attractive than her.
All Anie’s friends said the same thing over and over again, “Abel is not loyal, “He does not love you as you want,” “find someone loyal to you,” “find someone who truly makes you happy-”.
But, Anie just can’t stop loving him, she really wanted to meet him, but she was not courage enough to do it, not mention the thousands of doubts running through her head.
Until … one day, Abel was the one who approached her, even knowing that she could only ignore her, reassured her when him simply could have left or mocked her (in the end, it was not the first time, she would taken it as a logical thing), warned her the risks that she runs to love him, one of them is the fact that it is vicious, criminal and unfaithful … but you know why Anie still wanted to help him and she don’t stop to love him?, well, because she never expected anything of Abel more that would allow her to help him in times when he had no one.
Anie never expects Abel to give him flowers, jewelry, dresses, a car, affection, faithful to her, to love her as she loves him, to consent to her, to do what she asks, to be gentle with her , that he says that she is the only one for him, protects her, NOTHING! …
She only wants to help him, to listen to him, to pamper him with food, hugs, kisses or some gifts, heal his wounds, to do what she has at his hands to help Abel and to show him that she loves him,even though Abel is not loyal, Anie will always love him, and will always want to help him while he allows it.
For Anie, too much is what Abel has done for her, protect her, to allow her to help him when he is hurt, allow her to pamper him with food, not to make fun of her when she makes fools or when she blushes enough to catch fire, even that first kiss Anie will never forget.
No matter what everyone says about Abel, even if Abel some day decides to leave her for something better, Anie will always believe that Abel is wonderful, and she will thank every second that allowed she to be with him. There are different loves, Anie is a disinterested love, she just wants to help him and love him as if there was no a tomorrow. nun


I’m very sorry if this is not understood perfectly, sorry for my bad English. q_q

I envy the kindness of a Pisces Sun. The way they say “I love you,” to just about everything. The way their friends admire them and the way their friends trust them no matter what.
I envy how when you say you hate one everyone looks astounded. How they naturally grab your attention, your eye, just because they look like they popped out of your own personal dream and made a home in your reality by chance - or by accident.
I envy how no matter how beaten or broken they are, they’re always there to help. How forgiving and happy they are… yet when truly betrayed, they can hold grudges that last longer than any Scorpio Mars I know.
I envy their ability to escape from the madness with profound words. I also am sorrowful when I realize that much of the time this is why they are artistic, why when their pens hit paper or why when their fingers pluck at strings is to rid sorrow from their brain.
I envy their artistic talent, and above all else their musical talent. Everytime I listen to them it feels like I’m being hauled off to the most entrancing concert hall.
I simply envy much about the Pisces Sun. Though, to be fair, much makes me sorrowful as well.
Like how their trust is often taken for granted,
or how every good trait of theirs is often twisted into something nasty by the people who’ve they put their trust in.
Yet, I envy them.

Teen Wolf 6x20 [finale]


-Wait, what’s happening?
-That look is like Season 3B Scott!! The one in the trailer, remember?
-Chris!!
-Oh, Scott looks so hot on his bike!!
-Wait, is this like a flashforward? Really?!
-Scott: “I’m gonna tell you a story, maybe it’ll sound familiar.”
-Oh no, it’s barely a minute and I’m gonna cry already.
-YES ALPHA!!
-Aww, he saved a new werewolf. I wonder if he’ll join the pack.
-Probably.
-Scott: “I’ve got my own story. There were parts I didn’t expect. People who I thought would’ve be with me forever… are the ones that I lost.”
-Chris’ face!! It’s obvious that Allison was hinted there!!
-I’M CRYING!!
-Scott then looks at Chris: “Some people I thought I could never trust… ended up saving my life. More than once.”
-AWWWWWW!!!!
-“Your story, how does it end?”
-Okay, and then we go back to the present. Or would it be the past? Past! Yes, past!
-Fuck these hunters.
-Deucalion is still alive!! He’s crawling!!
-FUCKFUCKFUCK
-YES STILES!!!
-Stiles: “You didn’t think you’d do this without me, did ya?”
-Derek appears.
Derek: “Without us?”
-YES FIGHT!!!
-The last time we’ll get to see the intro.
-FIGHT!!!
-Monroe coward!! She’s running away!!
-Stydia banter! Hahahaha!
-Deucalion is dying :c
-“He can’t beat you… and he knows it.”
-Deucalion being an Scott fan ‘till the end.
-RIP Deucalion.
-Aww, Scott’s face. Crying!!
-That Scerek hug!!! I’m crying!!!
-Scott: “You came back for Beacon Hills?”
Derek: “No. I came back for you.”
-Fucking Gerard, die already.
-Drop dead, I’m serious.
-Jackson: “Come a little closer. I’m gonna shove that thing so far up your ass!!”
-“I’m going to tell you where to find all of them.” FUCK
-Parrish!! :(
-Papa McCall! :(
-LIAM!! MELISSA!! :(
-Scott calling Theo to go and save Liam (and Mason and Corey). Like you need to tell him to save his boyfriend.
-Stiles telling them how he and Derek meet again and came back together to BH.
Lydia: “You convinced the FBI to bring an intern on a extremly dangerous field operation?” THAT’S MY STILES!!
-Stiles’ version vs Derek’s version
-MY STEREK HEART!!! I MISSED THE TWO OF THEM SO MUCH!!!
-Even if you don’t ship them you gotta admit that was a pretty good scene!
-MOREY!!! “I LOVE YOU”
-Nolan is still alive YES!! THANKS!
-Mama McCall to the rescue!!
-Fuck Gerard and Monroe!!
-Scott about the Anuk-ite: “It will find us.”
-Peter, close your eyes!! Peter!!
-PETER!!! NOOOOO!!!
-YES JACKSON!!
-Lydia and Stiles to the rescue!!
-Aww, no matter what everyone says, I loved seeing how Lydia and Jackson reacted to the other :)
-Fuck all the haters
-Jackson: “You did that?”
Lydia: “Yeah, I did that.”
Stiles: “I kicked down the door.”
-Loved how the two of the reacted to Jethan. Sweet~
-Loved Lydia.
-Fuck, he’s got a gun! Liam!!
-YAY!
-FUCKING GABE.
-YES THEO!! SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!!
-Liam: “What are you doing here?”
Me: SAVING YOUR ASS LIKE ALWAYS!!
-FUCKING MONROE!!
-SCOTTT!!!!!
-YES MOREY!
-Jethan!!
-Lydia’s face as she says “You still have a tail.”
-I’m soo happy to see Thiam together once more! And I was so waiting for the elevator scene!
-I love that hospitals/elevators are their thing.
-theo: “I’m not dying for you.”
Liam: “I’m not dying for you either.”
Me: *gasps*
-Ohmygod, did you see the way Theo looked at Liam and then at his lips. JUST FUCKING KISS HIM!! DO IT!!
-WHY YOU WON’T KISS AND LET ME DIE HAPPY?!! *strangled whale noises*
-Liam: “….But I will fight with you.”
Me: *can breathe again*
-Oh yeah, they’re going to fight together!! Ohshitohshit!
-Power couple
-POWERCOUPLE YOU HEAR ME?!!
-I’ve always thought that couples that fight badass together, stay together. It’s just a fact.
-YES MELISSA!!
-YES NOLAN!!
-NO GABE!!!
-Theo and Liam turned to the other at the same time! To protect the other!!
-Also when they got shot they fell beside the other! #Thiam4ever
-Derek worried about his Alpha
-YES, HIS ALPHA
-Derek gently helping Scott to lie down *wipes away tear*
-Ethan: “How about we don’t fight it, just get out friends and get the hell out of here?”
-OUR FRIENDS!!
-Parrish!! :C
-SHERIFF!! YES!!!!! SAVE YOUR BOY!
-“Is only three of you.” YES
-“Sheriff. You refer to me by my proper title… deputy.”
-There you have your “60”!!! KICK THEIR ASSES!! #LOVESHERIFFFOREVER
-YES SHERIFF!!!
-NO MALIA!! :C
-Jackson, don’t open them! DON’T!!
-FUCK
-Me *sees Ethan*: FUCK
-Yes Papa McCall!
-Oh no…
-OH, HALE NO
-Not this bitch.
-I made a post about it and I knew I was right!! Fuck
-NOPENOPENOPE
-BITCH STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!
-Wow, Kate’s already there?
-Family reunion
Kate: “I’m your daughter. I’m an Argent.”
Gerard: “But still one of them.
-Wow, that even hurt me
-FUCK he shot her!
-YES CHRIS!!!
-Did Chris just saved Kate? Wow.
-Fuckfuckfuckfuck VoidStiles VoidStiles
-I’m not ready for that shit nope
-Jeff, how could you do that to– the Nogitsune NOPE
-NOPENOPENOPE!!!
-"You failled everyone. Especially her” AHHH!!
-“Especially Allison.” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Poor Scott!!!!!
-Wait, no. NONONONONONONON
-SCOTT!!!!!!!!!
-FUCK!!!
-OHMYGOD, HIS EYES. HIS BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES
-“Shoot both of them” that was mean.
-fUCK
-Scott sees everyone! Even the bad guys! (a Berserker, Oni, one Dread Doctor)
-I’m crying!!
-NO DON’T SHOOT AT THEM!! NOOOO!!
-The rules of being a shapeshifter!!
-Scott: “We’ve got weaknesses. And we’ve got lines that we can’t cross.”
-Mountain ash.
-Stiles!!
-THE MOUNTAIN ASH!!! YESS!!!
-YES!! THEY’RE FREE!!!
-Fuck, Monroe is getting away!!
-Aww, that Jethan moment and then they’re interrupted!!
-COACH!! I FUCKING LOVE OYU!!
-LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!
-“Now it’s over.”
Jackson: “Good to see you, coach.”
Coach: “You too, Jackson.”
-I LOVE COACH SO MUCH.
-Ow, now that the Anuk-ite is gone and so is the fear, mostly everyone is back to normal. Inlcuding Gabe.
-Theo’s face as he looks down at Gabe, I’m crying! Because even if that kid just tried to kill them (and actually shot him and Liam) he’s still a kid!! And he was afraid!
-Gabe: “It hurts… It hurts.”
-We all thought/wanted Theo taking Liam’s pain but he’s taking Gabe’s!!! Ohymgod!!!
-Character development
-CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!
-LOOK AT HOW LIAM IS LOOKING AT HIM!!!
-For me, they’re cannon. I don’t care if they didn’t kiss or held hands/hugged or anything, neither did Stydia in this episode and they are cannon.
-Thiam is cannon y'all!!!
-Even Nolan was crying :c
-I never thought I would be sad about Gabe but here I am, bawling my eyes out.
-Back at the Argents
Chris: “Your family… is right in front of you.”
-Wait, Chris, don’t turn around! He can still shoot you!
-Werejaguar eyes!
-Oh, Chris let Kate have him!!! YESS!!
-Chris walking away all badass and leaving Kate to kill Gerard YESS!!
-I never thought I would be saying this to her but YOU GO GIRL!!
-Papa Stilinski, Parrish and Papa McCall was a team I neve knew I needed!
-“Parrish. Drop the weapons.”
“Yes, sir.”
-YES!!!
-Monroe: “Someone pick up the radio and tell me what’s happening!”
Liam: “You lost.”
-THAT WAS SO BADASS!! LIKE, DAYUUM, LIAM!! And Theo standing behind him like a proud boyfriend.
-SCOTT!!
-HE HAS TO HEAL OR THE DAMAGE WILL BE PERMANENT?!! NO!!!!
-Stydia holding hands, aww.
-Lydia: “Malia, kiss him.”
-Wait, did she just remembered when she stopped Stiles’ panic attack with a kiss? That’s so sweet!!! I hope all Stydia shippers are happy!
-Scalia
-Scott’s eyes are back!! fuck, I was so worried.
-The pack can breathe again.
-Stiles’ reaction, ohmygod
-Scalia :)
-FUCKING MONROE!!!
-Ohmygod, the people of BH aren’t against the pack!! THANK GOD!! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT THAT!!
-Liam and Nolan as co-capitans.
-Just like Scott and Jackson were and they also had bad blood between them but got over it.
-Liam: “You did. Because you’re a great coach.” aww my heart
-Coach: “You’re right. I am a great coach.” *cries in Spanish*
-I don’t know if you’ve realized but the shots of Theo, Peter and Morey with Deaton are all from previous episodes. Just saying.
-Because some people were complaining about Theo being in the tunnels and Morey learning about supernatural stuff (and not being Stiles the one to learn). Calm down your tits.
-“Now we’ve got allies who used to be enemies” and they show Theo, I’m so happy!! #rendemptionaf
-“We have protectors.” and they show Peter glowing his eyes!!
-“We have friends willing to fight for us.” - Deaton showing a book to Mason and Corey
-I think that part described the other members of the pack so well :)
-Mama McCall and Papa Argent!!! YESS!!!!! AWWWW!!
-Jethan!!!! AWWWWWW!!!
-Aww, Scott saying goodbye to Chris as he held his hands *crying*
-Monroe, that bitch
-YES, THE PACK!! They’re coming together!!
-And it’s raining, nice touch.
-You know, I know it’s supposed to be like, the central pack (no offense to the others) but I would’ve loved to see Mason, Corey and Theo with them as well. Or maybe under different circumstances, but all of them together.
-Scott’s speech!!
-That wink!! Sciles4ever
-Alec: “Who are they?”
Scott: “My friends. My pack.” YES!!!!!!
-Scott: “And you can be with us if you want. But you’re gonna have to fight.” that’s right, homie boy!! If you want to be in the McCall pack, you’re gonna have to fight!!
-Scott: “You’re not a moster. You’re a werewolf. Like me.” DECEASED
-I’M DEAD
-Slow-motion as the pack comes together!
-I’m not crying you’re crying!!
-The first ones who get together are Derek, Scott, Stiles and Lydia!! That’s like the four that where from the very beggining!!
-And then comes Malia and Liam, important members as well!
-It was weird seeing the new kid between them but meeh…
-Scott should’ve flashed his eyes at the end.
-Oh, the moon!!
-THE END.

Lai Guanlin Soulmate AU

I’m back with the second to last soulmate au, enjoy~

•Your soulmate key was actually pretty chill,
• On the back of your hand is the neon glowing lines of a compass, like a tattoo, moving to point in the direction your soulmate is,
• There’s many stories of people packing a bag and just taking off and following the compass until they find their soulmate,
• But you decided maybe you’d wait a while before you get desperate,
• And soulmates are fate, you’d meet at some point anyway, right?
• Yes; Yes you would,
• All through growing up, your compass hardly moved at all,
• You honestly thought it was broken and you’d forever be lonely,
• Until you realised your soulmate probably just lived very far away,
• You were salty for like 6 months, because it meant it’d be harder for you to find your Soulmate,
• But then you realised- There’s no point in being salty at all,
• And who are you being salty to?
• Your soulmate had exactly the same problem, and you can’t really be mad at F A T E,
• Although you tried,
• But then it got you thinking,
• If your soulmate lived far away, what if they spoke a different language?
• That made you worry for around 2 months, but then you realised-
• (This was the year of realising things btw),
• There’s literally no point in worrying? If there’s a language barrier then there’s a language barrier; there’s nothing you can do about it at the moment?
• So yeah you’re pretty chill about soulmates most of the time,
• It’s honestly admirable because everyone freaks out about soulmates,
• But boy do you get the fright of your life when your compass point moves overnight,
• You wake up and contemplate whether you’ve been reading it wrong all of your life but no, it definitely used to always point south west,
• But the fact it’s now pointing north is really kinda exciting,
• So imagine your elation when it starts regularly moving,
• It normally stays pointing northward but throughout the day it sways east and west,
• Which only means one thing- Your soulmate is close by,
• Gurl is ready to go soulmate hunting straight away but you hold back ,
• It may be a little scary to find a girl in her PJ’s out on the street telling you you’re their soulmate,
• Personally though, you wouldn’t mind,
• So although you don’t go searching out your soulmate, you’re a lot more aware, often tracing the neon colours of the compass with your fingers,
• A habit that slowly becomes comforting, reminding yourself there will always be someone who loves you no matter what happens,
• You get a job waiting tables at a cheap little restaurant in a quiet part of town,
• Because no matter what people say money is happiness,
• Because the restaurant is small everyone who works there is like a small family,
• And because the restaurant is off the beaten track, the customers usually aren’t too bad, and you usually have your regulars where you know all about their kids and grand kids and jobs,
• You’re writing down orders for the old couple that comes every other Monday,
• your compass is hyper tonight, swaying this way and that, but the old man, DoJung, is telling you about his grandson who just got into Seoul National University and you can’t be rude,
• So you listen to him talk with a smile, absent mindedly slowly tracing the compass, that is…way brighter than usual?
• You’re not sure though because you’re a busy person with a bad memory,
• But another couple of people wander through the doors and you have to tear yourself away, making sure to congratulate the elderly couple and finally deliver their order to the chef,
• You grab your little notebook and scan the cozy seating area,
• You weave your way around the tables like the damn expert you are to glide to a stop infront of the 2 new boys’ table, throwing on a smile despite the fact you’re actually very tired and your legs ache from standing for the last few hours,
• You greet them happily, trying to make them comfortable enough to become regular customers because you have to admit,
• They’re both Hella cute and having them become regulars might just lighten your day a little,
• Seonho and Guanlin, your new targets,
• In a non creepy way.  . .
• They’re agile looking, and tired, (and slightly similar looking), which leads you to believe they’re trainees from the nearby company,
• You’re asking what they’d like to drink when you catch sight of your hand, the compass spinning with passion, making your heart leap,
• You know this is the sign your soulmate is near,
• Or yanno,
• Right infront of you,
• Your eyes float down to the 2 boys infront of you, the shyer one staring at his hand,
• You watch his identical neon compass spin uncontrollably as he watches with confusion,
• “Huh”
• People talk about an exhilarating feeling when you meet your soulmate, but you’re calm as you wrap your mind around the fact that it looks like this squish is apparently your squish,
• You lay your hand next to where he’s staring at his, Guanlin, and watch as your compasses spin in time, as if in a synchronised dance, and smile at him when his eyes rise to meet yours,
• Oh, the butterflies have finally come,
• “Oh, There you are. I’ve been waiting for you,”
• Seonho slides the hell out of there with the widest of grins and a slap to Guanlin’s back before disappearing,
• Guanlin motions you to sit in the opposite with a shy smile and blushing cheeks and you’re sure the other waiters will understand,
• I mean you’ve just met your soulmate what better excuse is there to bunk off work?
• (I mean there’s death but),
• Honestly, it’s a little awkward, as Guanlin’s still mastering Korean, and he seems a little shy and jumpy anyway,
• But you’re generally calm, so in the time of need you pull through,
• After a little while Guanlin seems to relax a bit as well, and you can’t help but feel so at home in his presence, as if you’ve always been together,
• You catch him staring into your eyes and scanning your face but you’re doing exactly the same,
• His eyes soften with every passing moment and you’re still wrapping your head around the fact that you’ve found him,
• Or rather, that he walked straight into you,
• Both of you are young, and slightly shy, so you take things slow and everything is so sweet,
• You go on quiet dates whenever you can, wanting to spend every minute with each other,
• (Guanlin is usually exhausted from being a trainee and simple dates suit you just fine, luckily entertainment companies are quite lenient with Soulmates),
• When he first slips his hand into yours, slowly and unsure, you take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, smiling up at him,
• The first time you hug you’re suprised to feel him completely surround you in his warmth despite being a skinny noodle™ and  his sense of safety and peace is heart warming,
• You’re the first to peck him, playfully on the top of his nose and although it’s small you both blush instantly,
• When he first wraps his arm around your waist you grin and lean into him, comforted by the small action,
• When you first cuddle, you’re both half asleep and half way through a film and your limbs tangle together like they where made to, his warmth feels like home and he just seems to soft,
• Your first proper kiss is slow and unsure and jittery and awkward arms, but it seems magical to you,
• And your second one is more sure and determined and passionate with hands running through hair and bodies pressed together,
• You start to learn a little Chinese so Guanlin can feel a little less homesick and it feels as if you can get to know him from a different angle,
• And boy the smile that spreads onto his face and the fierce hug he engulfs you in is everything,
• His height is next level though, you never lose him in a crowd; it’s great,
• When he introduces you to the guys he’s all shy and blushy and they all tease him and damn that’s your heart going Buh Boom because you’re causing him to become a blushing mess,
• Not a load of PDA because shy beans but in private it’s always gentle touches and honestly you’re always there to comfort each other,
• Because sometimes life is hard and there’s nothing you can do so whether it’s gentle words or, more often, just the comforting presence without the need for verbal reassurances, you’re there for each other with open arms and open hearts,
• Honestly the two of you are all so slow and soft and squishy pls

His Cinnamon Roll

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His Cinnamon Roll

Hoseok x reader

AU: Thicc girl x jhope

Warnings: Mentions of self hatred, depression,18+ material

Subject: Angst, Romance, Smut? (maybe idk yet lol )

Parts: 1 / ?

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Summary:

You hated yourself…

well more like your body…

You hated how you had to wear shirts three times other girls sizes just so you could feel comfortable but then it would be very clear that you were bigger than others. You hated how your thighs flattened like large pancakes when you sat anywhere, how they chaffed so easily in shorts…  

You watched as your friends experienced love all around you. Smiling and cheering them on for being happy while you silently knew you would never be loved because of your size.

But when your walking home one day you meet a mysterious guy asleep under front yard tree, hat covering his identity as the wind blew autumn leaves down over his body.

Jung Hoseok was his name…

a name you came to love…

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Do you know what makes me mad?

I am almost twenty. I am on the verge of real adulthood. I am in college, I am preparing for the rest of my life, I am being exposed to the world.

And I live in a world that hates me.

This is especially relevant to this website– I love tumblr and I have met some of the closest friends I have on here, but this site has also shown me how much the culture I am surrounded by wants to purge me and people like me from it. Let’s make a list:

1. I am a middle-class, well-off white girl in a beautiful neighborhood.
2. I am genetically a girl, and I identify as a girl, and I am straight.
3. I am pro-life, and I support citizens having guns.
4. I am Christian; I don’t cuss, I won’t have sex until I am married, and I don’t like when I see sex or extreme language in film.
5. I support gay rights and gay people because God tells me to show grace and love to everyone, but that part doesn’t matter to anyone because, at the heart of the matter, I believe that sex is between a man and a woman.
6. If you haven’t guessed, I am a Republican.

And there’s the rub. I am a straight white well-off Christian girl in a head spinningly, overwhelmingly liberal world. But Cas, you say, the whole world isn’t liberal! Of course it’s not. But the only people who are allowed to speak are those who lean left. In my experience, which I will admit is limited, but not naive, any opinion that does not fall in line with liberality is crushed and anyone who does not also fall in line is also crushed, and shamed, and cast out, and laughed at.

The world, television, and tumblr especially, have this interesting paradox in which I am told to 1) Express myself and love who I am, and love everyone despite our differences, but also to 2) Conform, or die. Is it only me who can see how glaringly hypocritical this is? “We love everyone no matter what you believe– unless it’s ______.” What does it say about the world we live in that this is acceptable, and even normal? We spend countless hours representing diverse minority groups and rallying and protesting and showing love, but we can’t also take care of those who disagree with us? How does that make sense to anyone at all?

And here we come to the issue of equality, which is the most laughable phrase ever to exist in modern times. Equality used to mean that both sides were equal. Both sides were the same color, the same number, the same amount or quality or anything. 2017 tells us a different story. Equal now means minority groups have the same rights, but their rights are inherently better than the majority’s because we are common, unimpressive, normal, and because they are a minority group and we are not, we are automatically despicable people, if not for real, active discrimination, which is the real thing that should be destroyed, then for simply existing in a greater volume. “Pride, pride, pride”– until it’s straight pride. “Nationalism, patriotism”– until it’s Republican. “Faith, loyalty”– until it’s conservative Christian. We need to shift the meaning of equality back to where it should have always stayed: Both sides stand out equally, and both are loved and accepted equally.

In no way am I saying that I hate gay people or liberals or think that people should have unequal rights. If you have come to that conclusion, please re-read everything before this before continuing.

Oppression is an absolutely terrible thing, and from some of the things that I told you at the beginning of this post, one could assume that I have never experienced oppression before. You would be completely wrong. Do you know how many Trump jokes I’ve heard over the course of my freshman year of college? Do you know how many times I’ve felt insulted, put down, and silenced by my classmates? And do you know how many times someone has defended Trump or any Republican policy in response? You can guess the answer, and it’s definitely not the answer a “privileged” straight white girl would be “expected” to give.

So what do you do about this problem? You say you stand for love, and I’ve just told you that I am being hated– what are you going to do about it? Will our difference of opinion be a wall between two human beings supporting each other? Do you see the problems? Do you see that the other side of the coin is struggling as well? Every building that gets burned down or looted, every anti-Trump, anti-Republican protest, rally, post, sentiment– it has an affect. This isn’t to say, of course, that constructive debate is bad, or that protesting is a bad thing all the time, or that any kind of criticism should be forbidden– my hope is that no one reads this that way. What I am trying to do is to make the world realize that there are more people out there than liberals, that there are people who do support Trump, who do strive to obey God, and who love their country, AND THESE PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS, JUST LIKE YOU.

So scratch that. This isn’t something that makes me mad, it’s something that infuriates me. The hypocrisy and hatred in this world is overwhelming, and the love that is supposed to connect every human being is corrupt beyond recognition. How do we survive? How do we come out of this on top? The only way to turn this around is love, but it feels like such a far-fetched idea in this culture that I worry for humanity’s safety. I’m struggling not to lose sight of the  glimmer of hope in a population that is blinded by their own sense of righteousness and contempt, but it’s getting dark out there. The world seems to be breaking into nothing more than a cynical series of tactical maneuvers in the biggest civil war the world has ever seen– that of humanity against itself.

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108echoes  asked:

What are demographics like among different medical fields? I.e., are there certain specializations strongly associated with, say, a particularly conservative or liberal slant to their practicioners?

Hey there @108echoes . Thankee for the ask! 

I’ll answer the “demographics” question first, mostly by gender. (Also, as a heads up, I’m going to talk about “male” and “female” as generalities; nonbinary and trans folk simply aren’t in medicine in enough numbers to start really counting. I know the trans community is under-counted, in medicine just like everywhere else, and I haven’t forgotten you guys, but this is based on the data I can find, which is strict M/F.) 

Gender

Things differ specialty to specialty, but also job title to job title. For example, nursing is about 95% female (the 5% who are men are more likely to be supervisors and more likely to be paid better, because of course there’s sexism in “female” jobs too, why wouldn’t there be?), while surgery is overwhelmingly male. Physical therapy is mostly men, lab techs are a roughly even split, EMS is almost 50/50 (depending on the service), emergency medicine is fairly evenly split as well (maybe a touch more male than female). The “brainiac” specialties, like cardiology, neurology, etc. tend to be fairly evenly split, but perhaps more male-leaning, as I understand, but I could be wrong. 

OB/GYN is overwhelmingly female, and male providers are actually looked at with suspicion. (Because all men want to violate women, right? Who said sexism can’t go both ways?) Family practice – the general “doctor’s office” we think of – is also skewed female. 

Oh, by the way, regardless of rank or specialty, female providers tend to make less than their male coworkers. What, you thought medicine was equal? 

Age, by the way, makes an enormous difference in demographics. More than 50% of doctors under 30 are female, while only 30% of doctors in the West are women. That means that the next 30 years are going to see some big gender divide shifts in healthcare, which I heartily welcome. 

Politics 

In terms of liberal vs conservative, I think it depends an awful lot on other factors, more so than what the person does for a living. That said, the overwhelming majority of OB/GYN docs that I’m aware of are in favor of abortion being legal and easily accessible. But that view isn’t  born of a liberal mindset; it’s born of a strong understanding of the science. You can be a conservative OB/GYN and still agree that, while you may not want to perform abortion or even think it’s morally right, that it should still be safe and legal. 

Where someone comes from (and where they’re practicing, and where they trained) weigh heavily on their political views. A doctor who’s practicing in Dallas, for example, who was born in Seattle and trained in Baltimore will likely be a liberal, whereas someone who was born in Dallas, trained in Georgia, and is practicing in Milwaukee is likely to be a conservative. 

Similarly, the institution where one works can be conservative or liberal, depending on a few things. Privately owned institutions tend to be more conservative and tight-fisted; public institutions tend to be a little more liberal. Catholic institutions won’t terminate pregnancies even for the health of the mother in some cases. Research hospitals might be either more conservative (more $) or more liberal (more sciency). 

Any discussion of “conservative” and “liberal” will also have to talk about the fucked-up relationship between science and religion these days. Generally, science is on the side of the liberals; “scientific truth” should be a value not associated with politics, but given the way things are now, it’s a liberal value. 

Archetypes

It’s easier to categorize the specialties by “mindsets” or personality archetypes. Neurologists tend to use the organ they study as much as they practice on it, they tend to be very technical, intelligent, and thoughtful. Orthopedic docs and surgeons in general are often the jocks of medicine (surgery in general is very “jocky” and something of a boy’s club). Emergency medicine and trauma surgery are both specialties that require a love of high adrenaline, and don’t necessarily require the biggest brain on the block. Internal medicine and ICUs are pretty much split down the middle. 

Medicine is also very tribal. The specialty you’re in is the best specialty, dammit, the only worthwhile specialty. Everyone believes this no matter what. 

There’s also a saying: 

The emerge knows nothing and does nothing. 
Medicine knows everything and does nothing. 
Surgery knows nothing and does everything. 
And the ME knows everything and does everything, but is a bit too late to the party. 

Again, these are archetypes and generalities. 

I invite people from specialties outside of EMS to weigh in on this. Keep in mind that this whole response is based on quick Internet research and personal experiences. 

Hope this helped! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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this is something very personal to me that i felt necessary to share, so that maybe many other people can understand

we need to talk more about mixed topics. the discourse revolving around biracial/multiracial people is practically non-existent and it needs to be. too many times i’ve talked to fellow multiracial people and have them express how unhappy they are, but they just accept this treatment because there’s “nothing we can do.” now granted, this is pretty uncharted territory, because the normalcy of being multiracial is increasing drastically. but we need to talk about it.

mixed people get excluded from social issues by monoracial people because they are not “enough.” they will be told to choose a side, they will be told that they’re aren’t REALLY a certain race because it makes up a percentage of them, and not the whole. they will be fetishized by rappers and the media because they’re “exotic,” people will say how they “want mixed babies because they’re just so cute!” they will go through the identity crisis of feeling like they don’t belong to something in a world that is so obsessed with categorizing people. in 2017 we need to stop treating multiracial people as if they’re a recipe that can be messed up, we need to stop calculating their percentages as if that really matters, and we need to stop ignoring what they have to say. EVERYONE REBLOG THIS. whether you’re multiracial, biracial, monoracial, white, etc. reblog it.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: none

A/N: This has been sitting on my desk for almost three week now, maybe four. It’s the first thing I’ve ever written;  for a @amarvelouswritings 2.1k challenge. Huge s/o to @mydragulesebastian and @avengersandchill for helping me, I can’t thank you enough.

Prompt: “If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought”

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An eerie silence floats around the Avengers compound. It’s been thirty-four days since Bucky left for his solo mission, thirty-four days since you last hugged him, thirty-four days since you last saw a movie together, thirty-four days since you fell asleep on his shoulder and he had to carry you back to your room (since you asked him to stay with you because you knew next morning he would probably be gone).

Thirty-four days since you’ve had a good night sleep. Because no matter what everyone says about this being an easy mission, there was only one Bucky and still hundreds of HYDRA agents looking for him wherever he goes.

With a sigh of defeat, you get up bed and go head to Bucky’s room, just like every night.  Lying in his bed breathing in the scent of his pillows and sheets, and yet somehow making the aching pain in your heart a little more bearable.

You stop dead in your tracks when you hear the familiar sound of the quinjet landing. You want to run, but you’re glued to the floor.  

It’s not a dream, your mind tells you, after thirty-four days of long waiting, Bucky’s finally home.

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yonafuyu  asked:

Hey, could you please do analysis of friendship between Park Jimin and Kang Seulgi. I heard they were friends. If you hate the idea then you can ignore this ask. Haha Anyways love your blog. Take care

Heey thank you loads and sure! I don’t mind it at all, thanks for sending this ‘cause it was interesting to read her chart so I could answer you. 

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