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A lot of leftists on this site try so hard to be cool and fit this constrictively unhappy persona that they start shitting on things that are revolutionary at best and benign at worst just because they don’t fit the aesthetic. 

Making fun of nb people for having really complex labels isn’t revolutionary. Making fun of kids who get into kin drama and other stupid kid stuff isn’t revolutionary. Making fun of autistic people who are really passionate about anything isn’t revolutionary. 

It’s getting really hard to tell if you guys are just poking fun or using the detached cool person vibe to cover up your hatred for shit that’s just not worth hating.

murderiread  asked:

Hey :) First of all: I love your blog! :) &I wanted to ask for some help. I'm searching for a fanfic I read a while ago. Obviously it's about Supercorp :D Kara and Lena are being followed by a paparazzi and then they get attacked by another person and to cover up the fact that Kara is Supergirl (becasue there's a hole in her shirt or so) Lena kisses her and the paparazzi takes a pic and it's all over the news and I can't remember the title or the other or more of the plot :D thanks in advance :)

Hi, thank you <3 

I know which one you mean but unfortunately I can’t remember the title AT ALL.. does anyone know what it was? 

random oc thought of the day: at first i thought about Foster adopting some stray dog, but nah, he’d totally be a cat person

like, he takes cover during a blowout and finds this scruffy little cat cowering in the same place, it gives him a very sad look until he shares bits of sausage with it, and then when he tries to leave, the lil furball won’t leave him alone

just the mental image of this big scary monolithian being constantly accompanied by a small adorable cat, it kills me
he probably names it “The Professor” or something

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.