people would stop talking to me

washingtonpost.com
Perspective | Tell me how Trump’s North Korea gambit ends
I do not see a conceivable military option that would not lead to a catastrophic loss of life.
By http://facebook.com/danielwdrezner

I have spent the past week talking to people who are closely connected to the East Asia folks within this administration, however, and now I am seriously fazed. The message I heard was clear. Trump officials working on North Korea have developed the odd consensus that Pyongyang will use its nuclear arsenal to attempt a forcible reunification with South Korea. And if that is the goal, then time is running out for military options that would stop that from happening. In other words, I heard the exact same things as Osnos and Schake. The Trump national security team seems convinced that North Korea cannot be deterred, and war is the inevitable outcome.

What is equally disturbing is the lack of public debate on this question. Say what you will about Operation Iraqi Freedom, but the Bush administration took seven months between talking about it and doing it. In that time, administration officials secured congressional authorization and tried to do the same at the United Nations Security Council. There was also a vigorous public debate on the question. With North Korea right now, there is a lot of chatter but no visible debate. Indeed, if the Trump team is leaning toward a preventive attack, a debate is the last thing officials want, for tactical reasons. It is impossible to have a public debate about a surprise military strike.

It’s hard to tell the veracity of stuff like this, but I can’t help but try to guess what the effect would be of the US starting a major war with a surprise military strike.

captainofthestars  asked:

Geez. I'm sorry about the situation you're in. Have you tried talking to them about it?

i’ve been in MONTHS of private drama with 2 of them. other people have called the rest out but they don’t do anything to stop. one of them is almost %100 getting away with it and they are the worst one, nearly all of their designs look like a sad copy of my sona,, and people say they are original. it just makes me so mad lol. i promise you it’s wayy worse than you think and im not just freaking out over something small. i would be able to ignore it if they didn’t try to pretend they know me so well and if they didn’t try to reach so hard for my designs on sale. i don’t want my sonas in their filthy hands.

okay this is a rant sorry this is so long BUT


im soooo fucking tired of people (especially boys) telling me to stop worrying about my grades so much!!!!!! sorry that im busting my ass so i can be a successful surgeon!!!!! sorry im an ambitious woman!!! like i get that YOU wanna sit on ur ass all day and play video games but stop projecting on me!!!!! as a woman im going to have to work twice as hard to be recognized as a surgeon but yeah. i worry too fucking much right??

anonymous asked:

honestly same though, I personally dont ship sheith or shance, but I don't stop talking to someone because of it. Like i blacklist it and keep on moving. But I felt so pressured from my anti friends to be more exclusive and like put anti in my banner, and my shaladin friends would make me feel so bad for being anti so I never know what to do. *sigh* Deep down I'm just afraid of making people upset and then they leave me, I want to make them all happy but like... why cant we just be cool.

Honestly don’t let people pressure you to do anything. If you’re comfortable being neutral and can see past fictional ships and just enjoy people for who they are then that’s a positive thing. I’ve lost a few followers tonight for answering this stuff but its been clear that I’m hate and drama free so ? to me that means that its clear I’m not an anti and I’m not going to lynch people for their ships.

In the end no one will ever be satisfied and there will always be opposition. Its just up to you if you decide to participate in it. I personally dont because I’m too tired and I dont have anything to prove by trying to pretend to be some social warrior with a skewed sense of reality bc they’re on tumblr all the time and who only gains followers and attention by fueling a negative mob mentality over shit that, in the end, doesn’t matter in the least in the real world.

But that’s just me. Keep doing you, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders.

You never think it happens to you until it does. You never think that you’d be the one that people reblog tips for.


I wash just closely followed and taped by a man at a convention today. The only reason I’m here to talk about it is because of said reblogged tips. They might have just saved me.


When I saw that man behind me, I did a run-through of everything I knew to keep me safe. Everything I saw on this website that would help me. First, I made sure I was being followed. I picked up my pace, went around tables sporadically, mixed up my directions. I never stopped moving. When I saw he was still the same distance behind me, I knew.


Second, I looked for my friends. I had come with three other people and had split up to look at merch. But when I couldn’t find them, I did what I never thought I’d have to do. I thank all of the people I followed for reblogging it so many times.


I picked a random cosplayer my age (a Midoriya cosplayer of 15-16 years) and pretended that I just met a long lost friend. I leaned in close to give them a hug and then whispered that I was being followed. They understood IMMEDIATELY and let me follow them to a different booth. It wasn’t until I grouped with them that the man stopped following me. I later went to security and the man was already someone who they were having trouble with earlier.


Moral of the story: Please reblog tips for safety on your dash. I don’t care if it doesn’t fit. If I didn’t think of pretending I knew someone, something worse could’ve happened to me. If you’re being followed, don’t be afraid to pretend you know someone. Be careful out there. You never think it’s going to be you until it happens.

Things to say to abusers to block their attacks/lies/gaslighting/manipulation

  • This decision will affect me more than you, so I get to decide.
  • It’s not your call.
  • I think it’s been enough of me suffering the consequences of your decisions.
  • I’m not obliged to answer those questions.
  • You don’t have the right to say that to me.
  • Stop lying.
  • Not even you believe that.
  • We both know the truth.
  • Now why would you say such a thing to me?
  • That is not a thing you should be saying to someone you pretend to love.
  • You saying it over and over again doesn’t make it true.
  • You know you’re lying.
  • Sounds like whatever is convenient to you is always the truth huh?
  • You don’t have the right to demand this information.
  • Would it kill you to stop talking to me in this manner?
  • Is it hard to not insult people around you?
  • Who do you think you’re talking to?
  • We’re going to talk when you can adress me as a person.
  • Based on your track record, you don’t seem to know me that well.
  • And you know this because?
  • Oh yeah you really, really took in all the evidence before making that claim.
  • You expect me to believe that?
  • Evidently you’re too much of a liar to be taken seriously.
  • How about we focus on what you did wrong for a change?
  • Don’t expect forgiveness from me.

(I understand you can’t get away with most of this most of the time but here’s to dreaming)

Hello everyone! I really wanted to talk about something personal real quick. In the past I have helped people with coming out about their sexuality, and it always warms my heart to hear when they have confidently told their friends and family! I’m really really proud of the courage all of you show! Seriously!!

As for me, in the past I have struggled with coming out, I used to be asexual for a really long time, and when I first came out about it I got a lot of harassment from people I used to trust. I was teased over and over again with the question “do you have a girlfriend yet?”, and people kept telling me “you’ll grow out of it eventually”. It was awful and it made me feel like I was a joke. For awhile I simply stopped talking about my sexuality all together because all it brought me was people who would do nothing but question if I really was asexual or not.

But that was not the right thing to do at all. I stopped having the pride I used to have and hold dear, and being asexual was feeling like a weight holding me down when it once made me feel more comfortable.

Recently, I no longer have been feeling like asexual describes my sexuality correctly, and I wanted to come out again. But for months I have been putting it off because I feared I would get the exact same harassment I had gotten before. But if I’m going to help people come out in the future, I need to come out myself, so I will proudly say that I am pansexual!

If I keep getting harassed about it, then so be it, I’ll just have to say it louder: I AM PANSEXUAL!!! I will never again allow someone to take my pride away from me, and the same should go for all of you too!

Anyway that’s all I had to say, I’m getting sleepy now so have a good night Tumblr and sweet dreams! 😴

Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

washingtonpost.com
Perspective | I wanted to understand why racists hated me. So I befriended Klansmen.
My collection of robes and hoods is still growing.

By Daryl Davis,  September 29 at 6:00 AM:  Daryl Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor, lecturer and race relations expert.    

“One night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.

I told him that Lewis was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a drink with a black man.”

Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,” he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even know me?

I was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt hostility toward black people without ever having known any.

Several years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact information, James gave it to me.

By then I had decided to travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)

I had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon, explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.

The grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.

Punctual to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself. “Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention beside him.

We were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye, silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.

Seated atop the dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again, and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.

It was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.

Even though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the Klan.

Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the destruction of those who were non-Aryan.

There was Bob White, a grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer. When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun, evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.

Imperial Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to participate in his funeral service.

Three weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people — and we all benefitted from that.

I am not so naive as to think everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions. I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has stopped.

And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,

which is always growing.”

Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{masterlist}

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Chapter one.

He sits in the back of the classroom with his head on the table and his eyes closed, chocolate curls dancing along his forehead and plump lips curled into the most beautiful frown. Nobody knows why he’s here, or where he’s come from, just that he smokes expensive cigarettes and smells like an adult’s cologne. Sixteen-year-old Richie Tozier has not spoken a word to anybody in the eleventh grade since the first day he arrived—December seventh, Eddie would never forget it.

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I saw this talking rescue raven today at the bird sanctuary and honestly I don’t think it fully hit me how MASSIVE ravens are until now. Ronan Lynch is wandering around school with a GIANT FUCKING BIRD on his shoulder once she’s grown and no one is stopping him.

Apparently the handler, every time they take the bird out for people to look at up close, describes him as “basically a three year old with scissors for a face”. Ronan Lynch is constantly carrying around these face scissors. Chainsaw could and would fuck a dude up for her dad and just. No one is stopping him. This bird is huge and has a crazy sharp beak. He’s just walking around with the bird digging holes in all his shirts like yeah this is chill this is fine and no one seems to be like hey you can’t bring a bird in here. Are they too afraid? This bird is so big.

when i was 7, i hated my accent. I was the new girl in a texas school coming straight from new orleans. the kids made fun of me so I changed the way i talked to fit in.
when I was 9, my aunt lost custody of her daughter and my cousin came to live with us. she was of fair complexion, much like our mothers- with long, silky hair. when we would go out to the store people would stop us and say “my, your daughter is so beautiful, with all that pretty long hair” referring to my cousin. and i was there too. wanting to be seen. but my mother would say “that’s my niece and this is my daughter"… the looks on their face would change. I began to hate my skin at 10. My body was changing and so was my outlook on self esteem. when I was 12, I hated my body. I was fat. Every morning I stood in the mirror, I would shove 3 fingers down my throat, in hopes of cleansing my stomach of all fat. I went days without eating… just drinking water and throwing up. when i was 13, I was avidly playing sports. basketball, volleyball, tennis, softball… anything in hopes of losing weight. i made it to be 150lbs and still thought i was fat. when i was 14, I lost my virginity in the most unconventional way ever. i thought that sharing the most precious part of me was somehow tied to the attraction of others… and if they’d like me enough to want to have sex with me. I focused so much on maintaining external beauty that i was failing my inner self. by 17, I had contemplated suicide more than twice. I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. The mirror became my enemy. at 20 years old, I entered a terribly toxic relationship. i felt that he was all I had, and if he left me… who would want me? I stayed through a lot of emotional abuse. through all of this, the number on the scale has constantly fluctuated. at 22, I am able to say that I’ve conquered myself. I’ve been through a lot and the journey of self love has been the most perilous. Every day, there is something new. A new fad, a new beauty standard- a new way to make yourself appear slimmer, a new tea, a new diet… whatever. none of those things will work if you don’t find and appreciate your own inner beauty. love yourself first. love yourself always. the number on the scale will change but you must continue to love yourself. lead a healthy lifestyle. take care of your body both physically and mentally. drink water. see a doctor. see a therapist. don’t deal with things on your own. someone will listen and someone will help.
don’t give up on yourself.
you are your greatest feat.

-B♥️
08.09.2017

anonymous asked:

Hey you don’t need to answer this I just wanna let you know that I appreciate your blog and the info you put out. From what I see, you always credit sources. Keep doing what you’re doing ☺️

Thank you dear for being informed and not just jump to conclusions. That aside let me give the ones who do not know how I credit or are new to my blog how it’s done. I included recent posts because it seems even after seeing those some people can’t see it: 

There are many ways to credit, and I credit in different ways depending on the nature of the post. Tumblr has the option of adding the source of the post. That’s how Tumblr asks us to credit and that’s how I do it most of the times. because 1: it makes you find the original post easier as it redirects you to the original owner and thus you can then follow and support them. (post HERE)

I can add their page name + link when it’s an edit or a fansite (lately this is how I have been doing it)

When there are many people to credit I search and try to credit them all (post HERE)

Some people credit by adding links in the words in the caption. I do that usually when I make gifs but not commonly for other posts because Tumblr offers the option to delete a caption when you reblog so putting it in the source is the way I am sure the crediting will never be lost (post HERE

T.N: I learned long ago how to make my own gifs and I use other ones in posts that come from Tumblr’s library and use them legally with crediting

For news too I add the source. So how do we get the info like the one below? There is something called Media relations. It refers to the relationship that BIGHIT develops with journalists. Basically, the communication department in BigHit informs journalists that write an article and that’s how we know. Sometimes some journalist gets the info wrong or tries to gain bad fame by saying lies and make their post popular (yes I know, it’s sad. Some people can’t work hard on their own so they lie and try to use someone’s else name). As someone who gives you updates, I get my info from journalists or trustable armys that got the info from them. When it turns to be untrue, I make another post explaining that it was just a lie. 

This blog offer updates that mostly come from another source. It’s normal I am not the owner of it. It’s like you go to ALLKPOP and tell them, take off all your content it’s repost. Does that make sense? When I posts memes I make sure the name is not cropped away, that’s also the same way people on Twitter credit me (because A LOT of my content end up there too. And not just Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, weibo … ) many of my content end up being translated to many languages too and I get soooo happy when other ARMYs get to enjoy it.

AND For this part of the same person going around saying I am Kboo (they are like 3 people but got all the day to send hate asks. or they send ‘please tell me what is kboo, or they say ‘I heard mimi was getting hate what is it) 

So about this post this person contacted me and I told them the following 

But they still kept going around spreading fake rumors. At the time it was all over the American news that North Korea was going to attack. And Americans were joking about it. Now thinking about it, in the long term and out of that time and context it can be used the way this hater used it. As for the whole post many ARMYs liked it and for a looooong time no one found any problem with it until this person made its meaning turn this way (this is the post btw HERE At the time I received many asks from armys being nervous about BTS going to the bbmas and that’s how the idea came to me to make that post. So we can cheer up and say that everything will be fine )

Just after I answered them and edited my post they didn’t answer me again but they went celebrating saying they have an impact. And they felt important. They never felt bad for any race, they weren’t protecting anyone just wishing for someone to notice them here because no one knows them through their blog never made it. They have been talking about this day and night trying to plot how to bring hate

Their goals are to hate on everyone and make content creators delete their posts. The same content creators that make posts about BTS and updates to help this fandom. This is the one who started it even her name have “ANTI” in it. What did you expect? also she is HOMOPHOBIC (not just against ships) and hate JIKOOK shippers

When she found nothing to hate on and realized pple are seeing the truth she went to attack my dear followers aka a big part of the ARMY fandom in this blog 

Aside from Jikook shippers she says she wants to beat up all shippers. Seriously, guys, this is the person you have been believing. creating an account and turning all our fandom here into a war when we could be enjoying waiting for Mic Drop tmrw

After people called her out for her lies and why she bullies blogs and spread hate and thinks people are dumb to believe every screenshot she puts and paints another color. She changed her URL.That’s what she does. Start inner fanwars and then change her URL like nothing happened. If she was really honest will she do that?

For this post below, it was edited in a way to make me pass for a colorist or something. At the time haters started rumors about BTS saying they were colorists. I made a post explaining the situation. This person didn’t understand my point. At the time I wanted to keep the positivity, and the post who was trying to correct ideas took other proportions about the term so I decided to take it down. To not let the people in the comments feel ‘shut down’ I decided to contact them and told them ‘i will turn the article private/delete it if you want to discuss the situation more I will be glad. One of my followers was happy and we talked peacefully. Another one was no matter what I said had this idea that I was against them. I kept telling them I understand their point and that colorism is bad we should never judge someone on their skin or show favoritism. They used a definition that was not fitting if we wanted to talk about colorism is Korea. I told them I was very pale and was bullied for it in the past so I know how it feels to get treated that way. The discussion with that person was going nowhere, it was like I was talking a wall. So I just told them. I will end the discussion here. But that person took the discussion and edited out to make me look bad. If they read this I hope they post the whooooole thing. 

That person was using this definition. the first one that pops up on google when you write the term and said they did their research

I was trying to tell them that the term today is used both ways. For example in some countries, you are insulted for being pale. but they really edited that out to make me look arrogant. If I was arrogant will I even contact them to ask for their opinion? Why would I care about a comment if I was arrogant? My followers know how I always answer even replies when someone sends me a message I answer them too. Why is it easy to believe lies? That same person received a lot of hate because of that post because at the time people knew what I was talking about and people were telling them to stop their lies. Now they and the people above found each other and started this comedy. That person who edited the discussion was defending and saying how BTS are racist and colorists. Now, look at that plot twist!

Untrue: I made a post explaining the situation that antis used against our boys

I work hard on this blog and I never complain because I love seeing the smiles on many of my dear follower’s faces. I slept 1 hour a night lately because of the recent updates (but I am using a facemask now, that thing IS LIFE). I still had to carry my IRL schedule too. I am someone who loves to spread love. I always invite to respect all religions, races, cultures … I always felt proud to say how ARMY is so diverse and how the love to BTS made us hold each other’s hands no matter where we came from. I will continue being kind and refuse to hate anyone here. When I don’t feel like someone is worth it and I don’t want to see them in my dash I block them (easy peasy). It’s not mean to block someone, it’s mean to start fake rumors and try to bring down a fellow army who is just here to help. My parents thought me to not judge on words or faces or situations. And Just like I wished some months ago my dear Muslim followers ‘Happy Ramadan’ this time for anyone enjoying this beautiful day with dear ones: Happy Thanksgiving guys. I am happy to be part of ARMY and even the dark side of this fandom I embrace it fully, one day they will hopefully listen to BTS’ lyrics and message and learn that bullying is bad. BTS in the past were said to be racist. They were said that they copied all their concepts and music but look at them now. Good people end up going places, bad ones stay in a hole forever.

Ah, tomorrow in Mic Drop Remix right! oooooooh boi I will enjoy it! If you hear someone screaming in excitement tmrw it’s probably me HAHAHAH (this is how I laugh btw I never use KKKKKKK What even is that HAHAHHAHA. I am like a One Piece character IRL tho I have waaaaay better options I laugh in all different ways Hohohoho hihihihi GAGAGAGAG KOKOOOOKO KEKEKEKEEEEE PWAHAHA PWHIHIHI WTH is that HAHHAHAHHA It’s just laughing. OMG this whole situation is stupid - #LOVE YOURSELF #LOVE MYSELF #END VIOLENCE #DON’T BELIEVE ANONS HIDING BEHIND LIES YOU ARE A SMART PERSON USE YOUR BRAIN)

T/N: I have aaaaaall the receipts. I am an inspector ARMY and if you have seen my analysis you will know how crazy detailed I am. Once I start my research it’s insane (find my BS&T jpn vrs analysis HERE and Pied Piper HERE and Not Today that I made just when I created this blog HERE). So me not naming the ones starting those rumors is for two reasons: 1- I prefer to give publicity to artists, writers, amazing content creators … not someone who is untalented and mean. 2- I am into positivity and positive people. I talked to them, and took away all the content that they say made them angry but they still asked me to delete my blog then went after that telling their friends “oh wow look at my impact I made Mimi such a big blog delete” then gathered their 3 friends and wrote anon asks for blogs who unfortunately didn’t check the facts and jumped to conclusions. They also took my words out of context to edit them out just like in the past people did to BTS (the irony). These same people reblogged half of my posts and get all their updates from my blog but go ask people to ignore my content. Basically, they are using everyone, making this fandom fight each other and laugh it out loud.  Will you believe an anon hiding or a blogger that dedicates herself to this fandom? you choose dear ^^ either way. In my heart even now, I hold no hate just a tiny bit of pity toward the ones who live such a life.

I will keep spreading positivity and smiles. I have a very tight relationship with my followers and I believe fake rumors will not break it. LOVE YOU ARMY! LOVE YOU ALL! 

I want to add one little thing: I am a human too, I make my mistakes and that’s how I learn. I never intend or intended to harm anyone and I am remorseful if you felt that way. Truly. In the matters above. I now believe those topics are something I should not tackle easily and I will never make any remarks like that nor touch any of the subjects above. I am just someone who wants to love and help, believe me. I do much social work irl too that if you knew of you will laugh at these people accusing me. Thus, I will learn more and research more on the subjects above and try to educate myself properly on these various matters because I don’t want to be the person who thinks she never does anything wrong. Those people above attacked me and falsely accused me, but this is a chance for me to grow as a person and learn more about the subjects above. Thank you for anyone who is giving me great advice. 

And for the liars that don’t seem to have a life, I dedicate MIC DROP to you “There is no need to meet again (I already blocked you), this is my final goodbye. There is nothing to say, don’t even apologize. You will see you will end up like that. I am piecing, with my mutuals and followers like coke. Your corneas are shocked *MIC DROP* 

ALL LOVE! 

q&a various

the-book-nerds-world said:Hi! Will any new characters be introduced in The Wicked Powers? Can’t wait! Thanks :)

Yep! Dru has her own group of friends, as well as her family, and there are various other villains and heroes and side characters.

princekierz said:Hei Cassie. Does the Unseelie King or the Seelie Queen have names (not their true names, but names like “Kieran”, “Meliorn” or “Iarlath” for instance) that close people can call them other then just their “royal titles”? And also, can you tell which was/is Kieran’s mother name?

Yes, the King and Queen have both true names, and also names their more intimate friends might call them that are not true names. Since we never see the Queen from the point of view of a faerie, or at least we haven’t yet, the Shadowhunters aren’t going to think of her or call her anything but “The Seelie Queen” because it’s still an honor to call her by her common name, and not one she’d extend lightly.

the-book-nerds-world said:Hiii, Cassie! Oh my God I know that snippet is of Julian (he just seems so dark and Julian-ish) I really wanted to ask this question, is Cordelia’s hair natural or dyed? Thank you, Cassie, *virtual hugs* have a nice day!

Cordelia doesn’t dye her hair, but she does use henna on it, which intensifies the red. Her hair is naturally auburn (dark reddish brown). She’s biracial, with a Persian mother and an English father. Red-headed people have existed in the region of Persia/Iran for centuries, though the trait isn’t common. (When I was a baby in Iran, with dark red hair, Iranian moms who stopped to talk to my mom assumed my dad was Iranian. Sometimes they would comment on my hair being a “sign of Alexander” — as in the Greek blood of Alexander the Great still bouncing around giving people reddish hair, probably a myth but I love a myth.) Cordelia’s brother Alastair does dye his hair blond, for his own reasons, but not for all the books.

reallyluna said:I just wanted to let you know how important of a character Dru is to me. When I was younger (and even now), I was always the chubby kid and developed a bit earlier than the other girls. There’s all these characters about girls who are self conscious about not having boobs or curves or whatever, but I never actually read about a character who was sometimes self conscious because of those things. So thank you for giving me a character I can really relate to.

*hugs*

queenhelenblackthorn said:Will we find out why the Seelie Queen was missing during the events of TftSA?

Yep!

You Never Know

Originally posted by nwetss

Finally watched Stranger Things 1 & 2 and just had to write a little bit of something for Steve Harrington. Someone who clearly proved themselves in the second season.

| Steve Harrington x Reader |

Requested: No

Summary: Worried about your friend Steve, you decided you had to talk to him but about his new taste in friends while he questioned yours in boys.

There he was, in the parking lot of the high school, talking to those six middle schoolers again. You didn’t understand why he started to hang around them more. You had noticed the change for a year now, after basketball practice, Steve would meet them in the parking lot and at times leave with them. You wanted some answers but every time you had the bit amount of courage to ask him: your nerves came back and you would back out.

Not today. Today was the day you were actually going to speak to him. You adjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, walking your way towards him. One of the boys caught your attention and alerted Steve that you were coming. Steve turned, locking his eyes with yours as a smile went across his lips.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” He asked. He put his hands in his back pockets as he straightened his posture.

“I was wondering if we could talk.” You answered him, looking over his shoulder to see the little teens looking back at you, “Alone.”

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I would love to live in a world where no one person has to represent a very large group of people,“ she says, "just purely because of the fact that there’s not many of those types of people in movies or TV or writing or producing or directing. I would like to live in a world where there are a bunch of different types of people doing those things. But obviously we don’t, and it’s something I think about a lot. I don’t take it lightly at all. Me and John [Boyega] talked about that too. Just the idea that we are people of color, that’s something we always address in interviews. We actually had this one moment on set that I still hold really close to my heart. This one day we were shooting this scene and I remember John stopping and saying, ‘Kelly, we’re making history right now,’ and we were. Because not only are we making a Star Wars movie, we have scenes where it’s just John and myself.
Candy

Okay so, where do I even start? We had our first cuckcake experience since August 2016, a year and a couple of months. It was with the sexy close circle friend I told you guys about. We talked about it a couple days prior and set up the date. She told us what she was into it, what she liked – and it matched our likes, to the T. She’s into DD/LG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) submissive, taking orders, rough sex, basically being a good girl :)

Normally the day of I’m anxious, but not this time. I felt more excited than nervous, more impatient. Maybe it was because I wanted her so badly myself too. I wanted to cum watching her please Gary, I wanted to experience her body, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I couldn’t keep my hands off my pussy, or Gary. I planned on not cumming the day of, but that didn’t work out so well. I couldn’t help myself twice, the thoughts, the images, mmm….

We went and picked her up, around 7:30 we got back to the house. We talked the whole car ride home, there wasn’t one bit of awkwardness, thankful to her really – she kept the conversation flowing. She’s so bubbly, and bouncy, and beautiful. The atmosphere was very Mommy, Daddy, and little girl like, a couple of, “I’m a good girl, see!” and “Good girl”s were thrown around. Honestly, she normally acts like a little girl, Gary is very dominate, and I’m submissive to him, and dominate to others – so it was a little bit more than just an roleplay – sexually it’s who we are. It’s what made the whole experience, man it was amazing.

We got the bottle, a couple shot glasses, some whatchamacallit and headed upstairs. Just having her in our bedroom, knowing what was coming – my panties were soaking wet already. We all did a shot together, and turned some music on. Gary watched from the bed as we danced. I touched her body, she touched mine – all over. We kissed, there was craving when we danced, passion in our fingers – it was deep. Gary joined in from behind her, there was tongues and hands and boobs and moans and grinds – At one point me and Gary locked eyes and we both just smiled. You know when someone does something nice and you have no words, and all you can do it smile and the emotions comes through that way, it was that kind of smile for me. I was in bliss.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her, apparently, she wanted me just as bad because she got my shorts off somehow, got me on my back, and started to devour my pussy. She licked every inch, had her fingers going in and out of me like she’d be dying for this to happen. She climbed back on top of me, my hands were all over here – we couldn’t stop kissing. I felt Gary’s dick enter me…mmmmm – that was different. She was so short he couldn’t reach her hole, so she moved down some for him. She was on top of me, I was on my back…and he was fucking her from behind. Need I say bliss, again? Her moans were so close to my face, I could see every facial expression my husband’s cock was giving her. I was squeezing her nipples, and rubbing every inch of her body I could reach. Within about 30 seconds I heard, “Did you just squirt on me?” answered with, “mayyybeee” I could see Gary’s boxers were all wet, and I just got even wetter. I eventually wiggled out from under her because I wanted to see Gary’s dick going inside of her. I was surprised when she started to finger my ass, but of course, a pleasant surprise 😊

Gary flipped her over on her back and we both went to town. We were eating her out at the same time, making out with her pussy, #dreamteam-ing it. It was amazing, in these experiences he’s my husband yes, but I also feel a very very strong best friend connection. It’s bonding, it’s fun, it’s exciting, it’s memories made – it’s happiness. He sat up and started to fuck her, I continued to work on her pussy. I love feeling his body hit the side of my face every single thrust, I love how submissive it makes me feel to him – it makes ME feel like a good girl, too 😊

No point of this night was not rough. It was reckless, and savage, and passionate. We flipped around in every which way you could imagine 3 people could be. It went on for hours, and hours, and hours…6 hours actually. There was points where she needed a break and it would be just me and Gary. We didn’t stop fucking but we did talk. We talked about how amazing it was going, how fun it was, how we’re each doing. There was points where Gary had to pee and it was just me and her. We didn’t stop fucking either. First time I’ve ever scissored a girl, first time I’ve ridden a pussy with my pussy, first time I’ve used toys on a girl – a lot of first times for me.

MY NOTEABLE MY CUCKCAKE CREAM!!!! After a couple hours in Gary sat her body on top of mine, and pussy right in my face. I knew it was coming, because Gary and I talked about it prior and he knew this was the way I wanted it the first time. I was…man I don’t even know how to describe it. I was just laying there with the most up-close view of him ravaging her. I could feel every movement of his, I knew it was coming, he was so close. The moans got louder, the thrust got harder and I heard, “Are you ready for daddy’s cum?” She moaned, “Yes I am daddy, yesss I am daddy” I see it leak out, it clung to her pussy but was going up towards her clit. It didn’t have a chance of reaching it’s destination, as soon as I seen it come out I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and started eating. Gary was finished and backed off. I wanted it all. I moved behind her and licked anything I could have missed, but nothing. I wanted more. I sucked her pussy hole, and felt my mouth feeling up. It was still so warm, and I could taste them both…my very first cuckcake cream. My body really tingled, I felt something physically – it was really heaven.

We took a short break after that, but once me and her got back at it – we were all back at it. This one wasn’t so notably long, but still – lots of time spent. He finished with her on her back this time and of course I was right there to clean up. I’ve learned eating cuckcake cream is definitely one of my favorite parts about being a cuckquean, sexually.

Afterwards, I needed aftercare – but I learned. I learned experiences that run too long are harder on my emotions. It’s a lot to deal with all at once – because it was so amazing, it was harder on me.

All in all, my favorite experience. We did more with this girl in one night we’ve done with all our cuckcakes. It was so comfortable, and easy. It was amazing, and I can’t wait to do it again 😊

– AND MORE CUCKCAKE CREAM!!

Are people honestly bitching about Harry’s jokes on the late late show? Damn that boy can’t do anything without people getting butthurt. He said and I quote “I am very familiar with Roy Moore. I’ve had to throw him out of more than a dozen of my concerts” implying he’s against him but people are taking it way out of context and saying he supports pedophilia, that he made fun of pedophilia or that he made fun of his underage fans being sexually assaulted and things like that. Some people are just looking for drama where shouldn’t be, next y'all gonna clomplain about how Harry’s shits aren’t brown enough. Again people are way to sensitive about some stuff, he made a joke against the man he didn’t make fun of the people who’ve been victims of sexual assault, there’s a lot of people who’ve been assaulted and they’re not half butthurt as some others! Maybe he didn’t see any bad on that joke, maybe neither the crew did, but if it wasn’t him, James would’ve said the joke, just give the guy a break, you’re coming for him like if it was 100% his fault, people make mistakes, stop acting so “disappointed”, if anyone but Harry said this, no one would be outraged. For some reason, Harry is held to such standard that the boy can’t win! Show me receipts of you being outraged at other late night hosts or any other host then you talk!

Originally posted by dunkirks

Scott Pilgrim Starters:
  • “If I peed my pants, would you pretend I just got wet from the rain?”
  • “I just sort of feel like I’m on drugs when I’m with you.”
  • “You know what really sucks? Everything.”
  • “I’ve dabbled in being a bitch.”
  • You suck at drawing, don’t you?“ 
  • "We all wear swank-ass nudie-suits.”
  • “What is this, phone sex?”
  • “If you want something bad, you have to fight for it.”
  • “Does this mean we have to stop sleeping together?”
  • “I wanna have his/her adopted babies.”
  • “This song is called ‘I am so Sad, I am so Very, Very Sad.’”
  • “I’m in lesbians with you.”
  • “Being a vegan just makes you better than most people.”
  • “I was thinking about asking you out but I realized how stupid that would be.”
  • “This next song goes out to the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony. It’s called ’We Hate You. Please Die.’”  
  • “Do they rock or suck?”
  • “You’re totally my bitch.”
  • “I know you have reasons for not wanting to talk about your past.”
  • “I can’t believe you’re worried about me gaying up the place.”
  • “I gotta pee on her/him.”
  • “I’m sorry about me.”  
  • “We almost held hands once but then she/he got embarrassed.”
  • “Have you ever dated someone that wasn’t a total ass?”
  • “You had a sexy phase?”
  • “[NAME], if your life had a face, I would punch it.”
  • “I didn’t make up the gay rule book.”
  • “I’m too cool for you anyway.”
  • “You punched me in the boob!”
  • “Prepare to die.”
  • “You made me swallow my gum.”
  • “Pirates are in this year.”
  • “I have to go pee due to boredom.”
  • “I hate that bitch so much I kind of love her/him.”
  • “I don’t think I can hit a girl/boy.”
  • “We’re/I’m here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.”
  • “You’re under arrest for veganity violation.”
  • “It’s probably just because he’s/she’s better than you.”
  • “Are you a pirate?”
  • “Sounds like someone wants to get funky.”
  • “I thought you didn’t drink.”
  • “Hey, so can this not be a one night stand? For one thing, I didn’t even get any.”
  • “Guess who’s drunk?”
  • “Double negative.. tricky.”
  • “I’m tired of people getting hurt because of me.”
  • “I dislike you, capisce?”
  • “Got any embarrassing stories?”
  • “Don’t you talk to me about grammar!”
  • “Next time, we don’t date the girl/boy with eleven evil ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends.”
  • “How are you doing that with your mouth?”
  • “What’s the password?”
  • “Don’t use the 'e’ word in this house.”
  • “[NAME], you know I love you. But I need my own bed tonight. It’s for sex.”
  • “I just spilled hot cocoa on my crotch!”
  • “I’ll tell you what you are: a pain in my ass.”
  • “You may have just seen a dude’s junk.”
  • “Are you coming to my party Friday or are you busy babysitting?”
  • “Garlic bread is my favorite food. I could honestly eat it for every meal.”
  • “I feel like we/I just washed our/my sexy laundry in public.”
  • “You met on the bus with her/his mom?”
  • “Well, obviously one of us went to professor Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters and one of us didn’t.”
  • “Obviously, one of us is a total nerd.”
  • “He/she is as hot as the flames of hell you bitches are going to.”
  • “You’re much too dopey to be a lady-killer.”
  • “Let’s be friends based on mutual hate.”
  • “I have dipping sauce for you! I’ll be your dipping sauce bitch!”
  • “If you need me, I’ll be in the bathroom crying.”
  • “You know you’re gonna have to fight him/her eventually… or sleep with him/her.”
  • “I posted a drunken rant on Craigslist.”