anonymous asked:

Don't forget how they argued that rukia was to old, a grandma, her ovaries are dried up so she can't give ichigo those babies he desperately wanted. yet now they drool over red headed senna and celebrate the sex had that two seconds ago was gross because nasty old grandma.

That reminds me, wasn’t it already discussed that Rukia hasn’t even hit 100 yet? Someone did the math and apparently she’s somewhere around 60 or a little under or so. I know it doesn’t change her being older but thats such a weak argument they like to pull.

i bought my first bath bomb today in anticipation of when i’ve finished my essay (and also cleaned our bathtub because it is gross son) and i got ‘twilight’ and its pink and smells so good! the lady at the till was so pretty as well she had a shaved head that was still kinda fuzzy and the hair there was bleached and she had a lovely smile and she chatted with me for ages, and also gave me a sample of their new lotion? like it’s a special edition based on the bath bomb and my hands are sooo soft and smell so good now and like i know she was trying to make a sale but i’m honestly still kinda awestruck over her like i’m in love i’ll go back and buy the whole shop i’m

anonymous asked:

HELP!!!!! I've been pansexual for awhile but we kinda have an 'addition' to our family now and I'm pretty sure that my new 19yr soon-to-be step sister is against LGBT relationships cause she always hints about how gross it is but she's never really come out and said anything about her thoughts on it and I would feel extremely uncomfortable about asking her. But I wanna come out to everyone, and I don't know how to... Advice?

Hmm that’s tough. If you think everyone else will be supportive of you and you feel comfortable you could always tell them and ask them not to say anything to her about it or ask them to talk to her for you. At the end of the day, if your not comfortable coming out to her don’t do it. It’s your decision who you come out to.

@a-rainbow-named-ally FBF or Faq Boi Friday is a show created by Sonja and her friends on Twitch. It started out as them sharing stories about shitty ex-boyfriends, hence the name. Now they talk about any and everything, but it’s usually centered around sex and relationships. They start the show by sharing faq boi/girl stories and then answer a bunch of questions from peeps on twitter or watch really gross videos(not shown on stream to ya know not get banned on twitch) that people link them. The show is about an hour and a half, I think. It’s pretty funny, but might is very much of the adult nature so if you’re a youngin you might not want to watch. All episodes are posted to Sonja’s youtube channel, omgitsfirefoxx.

anonymous asked:

Do you really think everything works out as it's meant to be? I'm just at such a low right now honestly like I'm not with the guy I like anymore and I feel gross because I gained weight and honestly even though I'm "recovered," I still think recovery is hard and can't see it going anywhere up from here. It just seems like nothing is going right for me and I'm just discouraged. :(

I know how rock bottom feels. A year ago exactly I was hitting rock bottom every night, or so it seemed. But I promise you things get better. Break-ups with significant others happen because it means the universe has someone much better for you that you’re supposed be with. Your body is not static– it constantly changes, every minute. You are more than your weight. You are smart, kind, funny, generous, talented, and have so much to offer this world. Chin up. Have faith. I believe in you. I believe in you. Things will look up. I love you.

anonymous asked:

i told you it was going to get leaked. the court shouldn't have made its existence public in the first place. idiots. these things ALWAYS leak when there's a celebrity involved. smh. i hope it's not too embarrassing as in actually revealing a part of her body. disgusting. and people still wonder why women don't speak out when they are assaulted.

from the radar online description it doesnt sound graphic but that isnt the point, one its a huge invasion of privacy and two taylor obviously doesnt want a picture of the moment a gross ass perverted stranger stuck his hand up her dress w/o permission and grabbed on to her butt. Thats violating enough, now the world knows about the incident because he made it public (not her), in a sense he took another shot at her by sueing her bc it made what was a private incident public. Now that her deposition was leaked everyone knows how she felt, for the world to see the picture would be the final straw. It is infuriating bc, assuming it was a person within the court system, they probably got paid a ton of money for it. 

most women dont have a pic of when they were assaulted; in that regard her case seems unique. Sexual assault and battery court cases shouldnt be public, the whole right - to - information needs to be revisited. There has to be a line drawn for victims rights and privacy over public interest and rn its not being met. it is absolutely a deterrent to coming forward and saying something.


Carmilla. Bad Blood style.

Not Ready

Marinette is pregnant.  It was an accident, a late night at a club where she got drunk and went home with someone, but it’s still there.  She’s pregnant.  At least according to the seventeen pregnancy tests she took.  Alya’s away, and Hawkmoth seems to be on vacation, so she’s not able to talk to anyone until after she’s been to the doctor to confirm it.

She’s pregnant.

So she goes to patrol that night, the first patrol with Chat since she took the tests, and cries on him for a while.  She’s not getting an abortion–she’s pro-choice, but can’t do it herself–and she still has to talk to the father.

But Chat’s there.  He comforts her, says he’ll be there for her whether the father is or not.  He lets her cry on his shoulder for hours, and patrol never actually gets done.  They decide to meet up tomorrow night, even though it’s not a patrol night, so they can talk after Marinette talks to the father.

Which doesn’t go well.  Actually, that’s an understatement.  The father is furious at her for being pregnant, wants her to get an abortion, and wants nothing to do with the baby if she has it.

So Marinette leaves in tears, and skips her classes that afternoon and goes immediately to their patrol spot to just sit and cry for hours, waiting for Chat.

Chat left an hour early for patrol, barely having allowed himself to wait that long, and finds Ladybug already on the roof.  She tells him about how it went with the father and starts crying all over again.

“I’ll be it’s father.”


“A baby needs a father.  Mine was never around, and I know that’s messed me up.  So I can be this baby’s father.  I mean, if you want.”

“I…I’d like that.”

So they sit there for hours until Ladybug’s tears subside, holding onto each other.  When they decide it’s time to leave, Ladybug suggests they reveal their identities because “I am not going to the doctor as Ladybug, and I am not having Chat Noir take me there.”

So they reveal themselves, and are freaking happy that they are Adrien and Marinette, because that makes introducing themselves to their friends much easier.

The next morning, Adrien is sleep deprived and freaking out because he spent all night on the internet looking up everything about babies and pregnancy and “should I propose, Plagg?  Do you think she’ll expect me to?  What do babies eat?  Oh god, what if there’s more than one baby?”

(he’s also spent an insane amount of money on baby clothes and stuffed animals)

So when Nino calls to ask why he’s late for lunch, you really can’t blame him for blurting out:

“I’m not ready to be a father!”


“I’m not ready, Nino!  What if I’m as terrible a father as mine?  What if I kill it?  What if it hates me?  What if–”



“A father?”

“Yes!  I’m not ready!”

“…who did you get pregnant?”

(you also can’t blame him for hanging up and not going to lunch after all because Marinette didn’t want to tell anyone yet and he almost blew it with the first person he talked to)

They tell their friends a few weeks later, saying that Adrien and Marinette got drunk and hooked up one night, and no they’re not together but they’re both going to be in this baby’s life.

Alya and Nino are thrilled and decide that they are going to be godparents and Alya announces it on the Ladyblog (Marinette and Adrien laugh later about how relevant a post that really was).

The pregnancy goes well.  Adrien does not, in fact, propose, though he does discuss it with Marinette, who decides that maybe in the future, but only if they actually have a relationship together.  They get an apartment together, and Marinette has to hide Adrien’s credit cards because he’s a stress shopper and “we really don’t need six cribs.  You need to send some of them back.”

Ladybug disappears around sometime around the third month, Chat Noir fighting akumas on his own and bringing her the butterflies after for purification.  Chat Noir assures the public that Ladybug is safe and sound, and that she’s only disappeared because there will be a new little bug in a few months, and, no, he will not comment on whether or not this bug is also a kitten.

(Alya freaks out because “Marinette, your baby will be the same age as Ladybugs!  They’ll go to school together!”)

Adrien freaks out at every ultrasound, crying and squeezing Marinette’s hand.  He buys her whatever food she’s craving, and sometimes Chat Noir will be found begging at the door of a closing shop because “Ladybug needs pickles and chocolate fudge can you please stay open just another minute?” and because these stores will usually let Chat Noir in but not Adrien.

(Chat Noir also can’t go more than half a block without people giving him baby supplies.  Sometimes he has to refuse because “Ladybug would not be happy if I came home with a seventh crib.”)

(This leads to the rumours that Ladybug and Chat Noir are having sextuplets, which Marinette finds hilarious.)

(Adrien is just relieved that these rumours aren’t true because one baby is stressful enough and it hasn’t even come yet.)

It’s around five months when Chat Noir almost dies in an akuma attack.  Marinette watches on TV and begs Tikki to let her transform to help, but it would be too dangerous for the baby, so all she can do is watch and cry.  Chat stumbles in the window a while later, barely conscious and bleeding all over the floor.  Ladybug cleanses the akuma and it heals Chat, and they both release their transformations as Marinette throws herself at him, crying.

“I almost lost you.  You have to be more careful, Chat.  I can’t lose you.”

Neither of them notice, at first, that she kisses him.  It seems natural.  He almost died.  She was upset.  So of course she’d kiss him.

Of course, they do notice, and both make things awkward for a few hours before they decide that maybe they should try this for real.

The baby comes a few days early, and Adrien was at a shoot on the other side of Paris when he got the call from Nino.  It would take hours to get there, hours he doesn’t have because Marinette is in labour and he isn’t there and he is seriously stressing out.

So he ducks into an alley and transforms and races across the rooftops.

When he reaches the hospital, the nurses and patients in the waiting give him weird looks but he ignores them because he has to find Marinette.

He barges into Marinette’s room with a “Marinette!  I’m here!” and doesn’t know why everyone turns to stare.

Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng glance between their daughter and the man who barged in, squinting and trying to put the pieces together.

The nurse who had been checking on a machine drops her clipboard.

Nino narrows his eyes and closes the book he had been trying to distract himself with, rising in a defensive stance.

Alya takes a picture.

And Marinette?  Marinette bursts into hysterical laughter.

“You’re an idiot.”

“What?  I got here as fast as I could.  The shoot was on the other side of town.  I–”

“Adrien.  You’re in costume.”

He looks down at himself and groans because he knew he forgot something when he jumped off the roof.  He releases the transformation and goes to the bed, deciding to pretend like it never happened and asking Marinette how she’s doing.

“That means you’re Ladybug,” Alya says, not going along with Adrien’s plan to ignore his mistake.  “Right?  Because Chat Noir hasn’t said that Ladybug’s baby is his, but he also hasn’t been subtle about the baby being his.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Marinette groans out as a contraction hits.  “Preferably when I don’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of me.”

“Fine,” Alya agrees.  “As long as I get an exclusive about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s baby.”

Hugo Michel Dupain-Cheng-Agreste came into the world a few hours later, by which point all of Paris knew Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities (becuase Chat Noir running through a hospital screaming for Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not very subtle, and it was common knowledge that Marinette was having a baby with supermodel Adrien Agreste, so Chat Noir’s own identity wasn’t a stretch) and the section of the hospital has to be cornered off to keep out the cameras and the fans.

Gabriel Agreste comes to see them later in the day, to visit his grandson.  He takes his son aside before he leaves, apologizing for being such a horrible father.

“I’ll be better to him, if you’ll let me be in his life.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

But Gabriel doesn’t answer, instead handing a small brown box to his son.

“I am so sorry.  I can’t do this anymore, not when it means hurting my family.  I hope you can forgive me, and that you’ll listen to my explanation one day, but I understand if you won’t.  You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

And with that, Gabriel was gone, leaving Adrien alone and confused in the hallway of the hospital.  He looked down at the box again, it was so familiar but he couldn’t figure out why.  Slowly, he opened it.  Inside sat a purple butterfly broach.

It’s a few months later before Ladybug and Chat Noir make an appearance again, chasing each other across the rooftops and laughing, stopping in alcoves to kiss.

The papers the next morning feature this:  Ladybug with her arms around Chat’s neck, beaming as he kisses her cheek.  A green sling around Chat’s body, one of his arms holding it to his chest, the other around Ladybug’s waist.  And a baby, tucked in the sling, a little head with cat ears sticking out.

All of Paris turned up a year later to the long awaited wedding between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.



fact: when working on a film or a drama, the person hired does not work under the group’s name but as an actor, as an individual person. this is not only the case with yixing, but also with chanyeol and kyungsoo. where was the outrage then? or is it only bad when it’s a Chinese member?

On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A decapitated hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him. 

I like the headcanon where Bart’s never seen stars before because the air is so polluted in the future.

In other news, I am going to start putting my signature on all my work as damage control for all the reposts I’ve been seeing lately.


I’ve been so deep in a well of my own pain, I couldn’t see anything else. I forgot that I’m not the only one who’s hurting. Francis is suffering as well.
‘Ghost in the Shell’ Ran Tests to Make White Actors Look Asian
According to sources, producers tested visual effects to “shift the ethnicity” of Scarlett Johansson to make them appear more Asian.

“According to multiple independent sources close to the project, Paramount and DreamWorks commissioned visual effects tests that would’ve altered Scarlett Johansson in post-production to ‘shift her ethnicity’ and make the Caucasian actress appear more Asian in the film.”

this has to be a fucking joke…


that’s got to be the best pirate i’ve ever seen (3/?)

That guy playing the Joker claiming that his harassment of his coworkers was “method acting” is so ridiculous because like

None of those “pranks” were remotely like the Joker? At all?

He could have stolen the mallet prop for Harley’s actress and left it on her work chair with a dozen roses wrapped in a whoopee cushion, and that would have been %300 more in character.

He could have dressed up (badly) as the director and sat in the director’s chair, claimed that the movie was now going to be all about him, and then gotten comically distraught when no one paid attention.

He could have, I don’t know, used actual humor while NOT LEGIT HARASSING HIS COWORKERS

If someone pulled that shit at ANY of the jobs I worked at, they would have been fired on the spot. But he claims that it’s method acting, and he gets away with it? Gross as hell.


okay so…a while ago i mentioned how disappointed i was that annabeth wasn’t on the mark of athena cover, so i attempted designing one of my own. kinda happy with it, so here it is :D (full view here because tumblr makes things look gross and i’m not sure how to stop it doing that :/)