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Új hétre virradtunk. Közeledek az első turnus vége felé.

Éjjel nem voltam túl jól és vártam az első napsugarakat, és tessék megérkeztek.

Mekkora ereje van újra a gondolatoknak.

Éjjel pánikrohamom volt és reggel arra ébredtem, hogy ma minden eddiginél erősebben süt a nap be a kórterembe rám, valósággal izzodt az arcom a D vitamintól amikor kinyitottam a szemem.

Egy igazi fotós számára a legszebb kihívás, ha reggel kell önmagát valamilyen formában megörökíteni. Én azokat a pillanatokat örökítettem meg, amikor a nap simogató sugaraival életet lehelt belém reggel 08:30 magasságában.

 Őrült sok levelet kapok napi szinten, vadidegenektől is, hogy mennyire bátor vagyok felvállalni ezt az állapotot a nyilvánosság előtt. Kérdem én, miért ne tenném? Mi szégyellni való van az én állapotomban? Nem azért blogolok, vagy fotózom mert bárki figyelmét is görcsösen akarnám vagy hogy sajnáljanak. Ez egy szórakozás és passzió is, hogy ne forduljak fel az unalomtól, kettő, hogy egy kicsit megmutassam másoknak is, nem kell annyira elhagyni magunkat minden apró dolog miatt. Millió egy izgalmas dolog van az életben, egy jóleső reggeli futás, vagy egy finom kávé, aztán máris könnyebb a napi szarhalommal szembenézni, nem? :)
Különben is, ahogy Jóapám mondaná: “Nem az a ciki fiam ha valaki beteg, az a ciki, ha valaki hülye!”

Arról még egy blog bejegyzés sem szólt, hogy hogyan is néz ki egy napom itt a hematológián.

Daily routine

Reggel 05:30 és 06:00 között kezdünk nagyjából, amikor a váltás engedi.

Vérvétel, gombátlanító, antibiotikum és sóoldat az általános ébresztő, no nem egy kisüsti vagy egy tengerész, de ez legalább gyorsabban hat. A kemós napokon erre a kombóra érkezik maga a kemoterápiás folyadék is olyan 10:00 óra magasságában. Igen, igen, mindenki jól számolt: órák alatt folyik le minden, addig azzal járok-kelek, figyelve hogy ki ne szakadjon a helyéről ez a csoda beépített kis készülék. Mert az gyulladt, nem tudom mitől, mit cseszek el, de gyulladt. Vérnyomás mérés, EKG, hőmérséklet, testsúly, pulzus vizsgálat. Ugorjunk.

Az infúzió tartó állványt, Poszeidónnak hívom. Nem minden kereke gurul, így eszméletlenül mókás látványt nyújtok, ha hasmeséssel és az állványommal rollerezve begurulok a budira. Ezen a hasmenés dolgon már gondolkoztam, miért lehet ennyire erős. Nyilván a kemótól tudom, de esküszöm mellette valami anális perverzióm is lehet, hogy ennyire erős megtisztulást érzek a székelésben :) Nem tudom, análisan sosem éreztem magam frusztráltnak de ebbe most ne menjünk bele, van elég törlőkendőm. Viccelek. Vagy nem.

Szegény anyám állandóan segíteni akar, pedig megy ez egyedül is, habár tényleg Gálvölgyi show kinézete van a dolognak.

 11:30-12:00:

Újabb antibiotikum csöpög befelé. Nagyon körültekintő mindenki, állítólag az olyan kis göthösöket mint én rendszeresen kell tunningolni, hogy nehogy elkapjunk valamit. Bezzeg TI mind most is göthösek vagytok, tüsszögtök és köhögtök vagy folyik az orrotok. Nem szemrehányás volt, csak irigykedek. Jobb ott kint a nagyvilágba tüsszögni és pálinkázni.

A trombocicák és a vér is nagyjából ekkor szokott x időnként érkezni és feltölteni engem minden jóval. Nem minden nap, csak akkor, ha az orvos előírja.

 17:30-18:00:

Érkezik a fehérjeturmixom, jah nem: a fehérvérsejt injekcióm. Kellemesen csíp és jó lassan lehet csak beadni. Ez is tunning, hogy erősödjek. Majd az újabb antibiotikumos infúzió is beköttetik vala. Csöpögök. Általában este 6-ig szoktam megtenni a napi sétámat is, itt a kórház területén. Sok szép és nyugodt placc van, azonban bánom hogy futni nem engednek, még lassan, pici tempóban sem. Szinte csak sétálni szabad, azt is mérsékelten, nem elkapkodva nem zihálva, amennyit az ember bír. Én olyan napi 1,5 – 2 órát bírok szabadlevegőn, utána érzem, hogy elfáradok és általában a 6-os szurira vissza is szoktam érkezni a kórtermembe.

23:30-00:00:

A napi utolsó antibiotikumos koktél érkezik és csöpög le.

Tudom, annyira érdekfeszítő volt, hogy már magam is belesüppedtem az ágyamba.

Tegnap már éreztem, hogy lassan a nőisségem is meg fog érkezni, ami külön csemege tampon használat nélkül és állandó wcre járásokkal tarkítva. Ilyenkor még jobban kapok plusz vért majd a nap folyamán.

A sejtjeimet az éjjel a vőlegényem által hozott Donut the box & more fánk készlettel töltöttem fel. Csoda ez az ember, aki mellettem van. Csak elpicsogtam magam, hogy annyira ennék egy kis fánkot és már rohant is nekem ebbe a luximuxi bótba, ami nem tudom hol van, de annyira trendi csajos kis szarságok voltak a dobozban, hogy esküszöm megkönnyeztem.

Nem a fánkot, hanem a gesztust.

Vajnáné fánkozójáról nem hallottam túl jót, biztos ott nem bánnak kesztyűs kézzel a portékákkal. höhöhö- favicc

Legközelebb érzem, egy KFC kosarat fogok megkívánni. Kesztyűs kézzel of course.

Nem szeretem azt, hogy ennyire tehetetlen vagyok és sok mindenben szorulok másokra, de most ezt egy jódarabig meg kell szoknom és el kell fogadnom minden segítséget.

Vannak fájdalmaim, de nem feltétlenül érzem szükségességét, hogy erről blogoljak, mert mint mondottam nem ez a célom. Fáj, fáj, fájnak a csontjaim, a szájpadlásom, a fogaim gyengülnek átmenetileg, itt kell lenni, itt kell lenni. Ki kell bírni, meg kell csinálni. Senki nem rugdos vagy ver, hanem gyógyulok. Hangsúlyozom a legjobb kezekben vagyok.

Hát ennyi lettem volna mára, már gondolom a napindító értekezletek mind lezajlottak és serényen olvastok engem :)

Mindenkinek köszönöm, aki így vagy úgy de rábukkant a blogomra és nyomon követi a firkálgatásaimat.

Nem győzöm hangsúlyozni, hogy tényleg mennyire jó élni és mennyire vágyom arra, hogy újra szabadlábon lehessek, Veletek. Szeressétek egymást, ne utálkozzatok, nevessetek velem vagy rajtam csak tegyétek sokat, amennyit jólesik, mert a nevetés a legjobb gyógyszer minden emberi bajra és hülyeségre. Nevetni tudni kell, minden helyzetben.

Vigyázzatok egymásra és jusson eszetekbe Öreganyátok: ha bármi változást tapasztaltok a testeteken, inkább menjetek el egy vérvételre, abból úgyis minden gyorsan kiderül. Nem biztos, hogy szükség van erős gyógyszerekre, hiszen lehet, hogy csak a táplálkozásotokon kell átállítani valamit, vagy a Lelketeken.

Szeretettel: Réka

anonymous asked:

i spen looooong time wit lots otherr cats. few hooman. one hooman come back lots. i scared of hoomans. he keep come back and not hurt. good hooman. then he say i go home. new hooman come take me. i scared. i hid dark placce. too scared. i there long time. new hooman bring me back. i in cage in old room with friends but i still scared new hooman come back. then he come! good hooman! he cuddle and love and i happy. soon he take me with cat friend! she brave i follow. now we all happy 3 year.

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This big girl is Dolly; she’s a Great Pyrenese somewhere between the age of 4 and 8(?), and my latest foster puppy w/ Alan ( @tarnishedwords ).

Dolly’s been through some hard times. We don’t know much about her, just that the rescue group we’re with was contacted by a shelter about her; she was found wandering the streets with rubble in her skin and such a bad case of fleas that she’d gorged out most of her own fur scratching at them.

Running assumptions based on injuries are that Dollies was thrown out of a moving car/truck. There’s more damage than that, but we can’t placce it We just know that she lets out multiple cries every time she gets up or lays down.:(

She also has some terrible ear infections, and is incredibly thin with a lot of arthritis - of course, we’re working on all of those problems - she’s currently flea free and eating every bite offered to her. She’s pretty content laying around but she’s followed the other dogs around and gotten up for cuddles a bit!

Richard Ramirez's Victims

•June 28, 1984—Jennie Vincow, 79, Glassell Park. Her throat was slashed. Murder, Burglary.

•March 17, 1985–Dayle Okazaki, 34, and Maria Hernandez, 20, Rosemead. Dayle was shot to death. Murder, attempted murder, robbery.

•March 17, 1985–Veronica Yu, 30, Monterey Park. Drug from her car and shot. Murder.

•March 27, 1985–Vincent Zazzara, 64 and his wife Macine, 44, Whittier. Stabbed and mutilated. Two counts of murder, sexual charges.

•May 14, 1985—-Bill Doi, 66, Monterey Park. Shot to death. Murder, robbery, sexual charges.

•May 30, 1985—-Carol Kyle, 41, Burbank. Rape, Sodomy, oral copulation, burglary. Burglary, sex charges, robbery.

•June 1, 1985—-Mable “Ma Bell” Bell, 83, and sister, Florence “Nettie” Lang, 80, Monrovia. Keller was bludgeoned to death, and satanic symbol were scrawed in various placces. Murder, attempted murder, robbery.

•July 2, 1985—-Mary Louise Cannon, 75, Arcadia. Beaten and throat slashed. Murder, burglary.

•July 5, 1985—-Whitney Bennett, 16, Sierra Madre. Attempted murder, burglary.

•July 7, 1985—-Joyce Lucille Nelson, 61, Monterey Park. Beaten to death. Murder, burglary.

•July 7, 1985—-Sophie Dickman, 63, Monterey Park. Raped and sodomized. Burglary, robbery, sex charges.

•July 20, 1985—Max, 68, and Lela Kneiding, 66, Glendale. Both shot to death. two counts of murder, robbery.

•July 20, 1985—Chainarong Khovananth, 32, Sun Valley. Shot to death… wife was sodomized. Son was ALLEGEDLY sodomized. Murder, robbery, burglary, sex offenses.

•August 8, 1985–Elyas Abowath, 35, Diamond Bar. Shot while sleeping. Murder, robbery, burglary, rape.

me: *scrolls down dashboard and sees a bunch of extremely attractive pictures of jeon wonwoo and feels very very attacked*

me: *likes and reblogs all of the extremely attractive pictures of jeon wonwoo on my dashboard anyways*

Dance with me

Lafayette x reader (gender not specified)

Some fluffy Lafayette requested by the lovely @guns-and-lafayeet​ hopefully this is fluffy enough!

I was listening to the song “Dance with me” from Smokey Joe’s Cafe

High school au (I’m so sorry with all the aus, they’re just so fun to write)

Word count: 2,210 ( ¡Caray! )

Warnings: I think there’s one swear word…

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Originally posted by diggstrash


“So, y/n, you got a date to prom?” Was the first thing you heard when you sat down at your lunch table.

“Well, considering that a, I single, and b, tickets for prom are just now going on sale today, I have no date to prom.” You answered Alexander’s question. You pulled out you’re phone from your sweater pocket, scrolling through the fifty-some messages from Eliza and Angelica. Both asking you about prom.

More specifically if you had been asked yet.

You raised an eyebrow, looking back at the four boys sitting in front of you. Alex, John, and Hercules looked at you, devious smirks painted on their faces. Gilbert was flipping through pages of his calculus text book, occasionally stealing a glance at his phone, which happened to be lighting up with a new text message every few seconds.

“Has it become a universal question if I have a date to prom?”

“Oh no no, just wondering.” John said, looking particularly smug. “Ain’t that right, Laf?” He said nudging the french boy. Lafayette looked a little startled.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” Gilbert answered, clearly having no idea what John had asked him.

“Soooooo,” You drew out, turning back to the three boys. “You guys going with anyone special?”

“I was thinking that we could go in a group, like last year.” Hercules spoke up. John nodded in agreement.

“Alex?”

“Yeah we could go in a group again.” He mumbled out, glancing to his phone.

“You’re not going with Eliza? I thought you two were a thing?” You asked, suddenly intrigued by the short boy’s love life.

“No! I mean, we are, just…I don’t know, shut up.”

~~~~~~~

By the time the over-glorified dance had rolled around, plans had been arranged. John had a best car, so he would pick the rest of you guys up, go to the dance, then after prom at the Schuyler mansion.

Hercules had helped you pick out your outfit. The fabric was a deep blue, and had an almost silk-like texture. You had on your best pairs of shoes, and your hair had been done minimally. Prom wasn’t a big deal for you, so why go all out? You admired yourself in the mirror, pulling ridiculous poses.

Your phone buzzed.

TurtleNerd: yo, i’ll be there in a minute, be ready to just jump in.

You quickly responded with an “okay” and ran down the stairway, your mother standing at the foot of the stairs with her camera out.

“Honey, just a couple pictures so I can send them to auntie.” She said pulled on your arm, as you tried to step out the front door.

“Ma! I gotta go, John will be here soon, and he’s probably not going to stop the car.”

“Okay sweetie.” She called after you. “You better be home before three, I’ll make your father stay up if I have to.”

And at that very moment, John’s car rolled down your street, you ran to the curb, yanking the door open, and quite literally jumping in.

“Dude, I thought you were just joking when you said you wouldn’t stop.” You said after a moment of trying to catch your breath.

“Nope. My dad had to borrow my car when I got home from school, so I was late to pick up my tux. So sorry for being a bit late.” He took a moment to actually look at you at the stop light. “You clean up nice, by the way.”

“Not so bad yourself, Laurens.” He actually looked how he normally did, except, well in a tux. His hair was still in a ponytail of messy curls.

“Thanks, I actually tried to look decent this year.” He said, recalling a memory from last year’s dance. He had worn a random suit, and his date flipped because he wasn’t in proper “black-tie” attire, and he didn’t match her dress.

“Why? Tryin’ to impress someone?” You raised an eyebrow at him. His face flushed red, he pouted his lips turning away from you.

“No!” He managed to huff out.

Next to pick up was Alexander, who came out looking half way decent. The dark circles under his eyes were still very much visible, but her had actually brushed through his hair for once. Then came Gilbert, looking particularly dapper in his dark grey tuxedo.

“You look lovely, y/n.” Laf whispered as he climbed into the back seat.

“Aw, thanks Laf.” You gave him a smile. God he’s so handsome.

He squeezed into the center seat once John had gotten to Hercules’ house.

“Why did you stop for all of them, but not for me? I almost died trying to literally jump into the car!” You yelled over at the freckled boy in the driver’s seat.

“It’s funny to see you try and jump into the car.” He simply put, smirking over at you.

“He made you jump in? Dude, you’re such an ass.” Hercules scoffed.

~~~~~~~

A few other groups and couples had arrived when you had gotten to the dance.

It was held in a huge ballroom downtown, and the student council had really gone all out. It was decorated like a 1920′s dance hall, soft pink and purple light from the crystal chandeliers from above. Fluffy large ostrich feathers from tall black vases on the floor. A space in the center was clear of any decoration for the dance floor. It looked absolutely stunning.

“Let’s go grab a table.” You suggested. You all walked in a group to the other side of the room, to the round table near the back. Everyone sat down and situated themselves. You sat there for a few minutes, more groups coming into the ballroom. Music began to play, people grouping around in little circle on the dance floor. “So, is this going to be like last year, where we don’t dance at all?”

“Probably,” sighed John, resting his chin on his hand.You stood up with a huff putting your hands on your hips.

“Nuh-uh.” The boys looked up at you. “I did not spend 75 bucks on a ticket just so we could be wall flowers again. Someone, dance with me.”

You held your hand out for one of them to take. You were a bit surprised when they all stood up, walking out to the open floor.

After about an hour of group dancing, club songs, and the sin circle forming around the center of the dance floor, the lights dimmed down to a soft blue, the smooth voice of the DJ coming over.

“Alright you lovebirds, time for a little number for our sweethearts out there, this one’s for you all.”

A slow song.

You saw all the couples joining back up, leaving your single self alone. You walked back to your seat, where the rest of your friends were as well. You could tell they wanted to dance with someone. You could practically see the hearts Alex and Eliza were sharing from across the room.

“Alex,” you whispered. You looked over at you, startled. “Dance with her.”

He didn’t need any other prompting, he raced over to where the girl in powder blue, grabbing her hands taking her to dance.

You looked over at John. He sat there, cheeks red, occasionally glancing across the room. You traced his line of sight, seeing Peggy, looking like a drop of sunshine, sharing the occasional glance with John.

“For the love of God, John, ask her to dance.” You teased. He looked between you and Peggy for a moment, before rushing over to the younger Schuyler sister. You turned to Hercules, who was already standing up, making his way over to Maria, who stood by herself on the wall. Her boyfriend had left her half way through, leaving her by herself. You watched the two of them smile at each other, taking to the dance floor.

“Mon cher,” the French accent  made you look over. Gilbert stood in front of you, holding his hand out to you. “Dance with me?” He whispered. You nodded a yes, taking his hand in yours.

He took lead in the dance, placing his hands on the small of your back, keeping one hand in yours. You leaned into him slightly. You could feel him tense for a moment, but almost immediately relaxed to your touch. He took a deep breath, his hands shaking. You looked up at him, locking your eyes with him for a moment, your bodies still swaying to the music.

“Are you okay?” You spoke as softly as you could. You caught him by surprise with your question, and he accidentally stepped on your foot. You winced a little, but let it pass.

“Sorry, I am not very good at dancing.” He murmured. You gave him a smile.

“I think you’re doing wonderful.” Your voice was quiet enough only for him to hear.

The two of your froze were you stood. Something suddenly changed in his demeanor. He looked confident, but at the same time, nervous. A certain gravity began to pull the two of you closer. Your eyes his flicked between his eyes and lips. You both leaned in, eyes closing. So close to each other-

The song ended, club music instantly ruining the moment.

You both pulled away from each other, heat consuming your entire being. You gave Laf a nod, walking away to find Eliza. You found her back at her table with her sisters. You pulled out the extra chair, holding your head in your hands.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. The three girls laughed.

“What happened?” Eliza asked.

“Oh my god.” Was a you could say.

~~~~~~~

The rest of the dance, went by fairly quickly. Nothing too exciting happened, a couple had been escorted out of the ballroom after getting a bit to risque on the dance floor.

The ride to after-prom, however, was delightful. Meaning, it was so tense and awkward the entire drive to the Schuyler mansion. Alex called shotgun, meaning you ended up being squished between Gilbert and Hercules in the back. Alex wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing Eliza was, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been if it was completely silent.

After-prom was however, quite exciting. For other people anyways. You had gotten there a little later, the party already in full swing. People passing out the infamous red cups. You politely declined, trying to find a placce to rest your tired body for a moment. You wandered around the large room. Perhaps a corner. Noooooo. Couples making out.

You decided just to go into the kitchen, which was mostly empty of anyone, aside from Eliza sometimes going in and out looking for people. You leaned against the counter, pulling out your phone. It was only 12:40. You inhaled deeply, releasing a moment later. Your mother would think something’s up if you came back early, plus you didn’t have a ride home this soon. You knew John had every intention of making the most of the young night, and wouldn’t want to leave early.

You ended up trying to kill time by switching through the same three apps; Tumblr, Snap-Chat, and Instagram. Until you were interrupted.

“Hey y/n.”

You turned to face the accented voice, knowing exactly who it was. You raked your fingers though your hair.

“Hey Laf.”

He leaned against the counter next to you. Silence.

“So. How are you?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Kinda tired. Not really feeling the whole after-prom thing.” He nodded in agreement. More silence. A sudden gnawing feeling began to overtake your stomach. You bit your lip.

“Look-”

“Listen-”

You both spoke at the same time. The two of you laughed.

“You first.” You said.

“No, you first. I insist.”

“Okay,” you spoke. you could feel your face heat up, searching for the right words. “Oh god, how do I say this?”

“Mon cher, I apologize if I put you in an uncomfortable position earlier.” He said, gently taking your hand. “It was not my intention at all.”

You stared at this gorgeous man before you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips into his. It didn’t take more than a moment for him to respond. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. You heart pounded against your chest, the unpleasant feeling in your stomach replaced by bursts of excitement. You pulled away after a minute, needing to catch a breath of air.

Lafayette laughed at himself.

“What?”

“You know,” he started, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I was going to ask you to the dance.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. I was nervous.”

“Well, you should have. It wouldn’t have been as expensive to go as a couple.”

“Wow y/n. Here I am telling you I love you, and your thinking about money.”

You kissed his lips again.

“Yeah, but I don’t like having my wallet empty.”

He kissed you with a bit more force.

“You, mon amour, are ridiculous.”

Avataer Fanfic

“kutara I think u r hot.” said aang.

“I think ur hot too in a friend way.” katara chered.

“Hee hee hee ketura lyked Jet more than you aang.” Sokka smiled.

“No jet is my creeypy stalker.” Zuko yelled emo-ly

“What?” said everybudy but toph becuse she is tough. (A/N geddit bcause Toph is tough lol)

“That is a surpise. I did nut no u where into the bum bum.”

“I am not tho. We just stole the food bc we r the coolest outcasts”

“Zukoo, Jet is…het is…” said katara sadly, not knowing if telling her new almost friend the sad news will flip him back on the emo train.

“Ye.” said tohp. “He ded.”

“Alright” sait zuklo. “I dont care. He tried to get me arersted. He challenge me to Tea Fight?”

Katara sat on the ground. She was sad tha She had not saved areoplane with her majik water from the special placce up where santa lives. Zuko walked up to her. “It okay Ket. Jet wuz smelly with grass.”

Kaytere started crying. Aange started crying. Sookea started crying. Toph’s eyes were a little moistned. They did a group hug. Zuko j umped up an screamad “You guise are emoer than Mai and Azula.”

Ktarae bloodbended zuko into the hug, than started crying more becaus e bloodnebing is meane. Zuo scremed lkie he wwss getting another face scar.

“HHHHOOOONNNNOR”

So many shills and cultural marxists on this site shilling everything, you guys make the People’s temple of Jonestown Massacre look like a day care center.

Seriously, since truth, logic and common sense are the new hate speech according to feminists and SJWs, is why people don’t try to take you seriously. You’re all happy circle jerking in your safe space echo chambers. Dumbing myself down to get you to only then take a break from your fanfiction fantasies and display your collectivist cult hive mind beliefs in your responses is very sad how you all sound like you are parroting each other. Thank you for proving your indoctrination.

I can’t believe in now 2016 that people allow themselves to be dictated and manipulated by government funded shills that infiltrate colleges and universities and brainwash rich kids who are from minorities but are privileged more than others (who can’t afford to get a higher education) and they waste it by letting those professors put sexist, racist, marxists, bigotry, classist, discriminatory, cultist, extremist, radical ideologies in their minds. You allow yourselves to be mind fucked by political puppets that has only one goal; to divide and conquer.

I’ve spoken to African Americans who are face palming from second hand embarrassment of the BlackLivesMatter movement that chooses to spit on the vision that Martin Luther King Jr had for his people, and the original Black Panthers had fought for their people - and what do BLM do with their lives today? to the priviliges, rights and freedoms that those who came before them had to fight for so that the BLM have a platform to stand and speak on today? they use it to complain and promote hate. Congrats on becoming the equivalent to the KKK.

I’ve spoken to some people of the LGBTQ, and former and ex members of the LGBTQ, and they tell me that they get called “bigots” if they don’t conform to the same mind set as everyone of the movement and yes that even includes the members that are allies but don’t identify as LGBTQ. Wow, so much for being tolerant? I mean that is rather fucking shitty to shun your own people because they dare to have their own individual opinions and think for themselves and not follow the “group think”.

I’ve given up trying to talk to feminists, it is easier to just mock them and highlight their double standards and scheming. They’re hypocrites, liars, backwards, manipulative, intrusive, abuse the “woman’s card”, ignore or twist facts to suit their narrative, will use pseudoscience to support their bullshit and refuse to accountability when called out on their confirmation biased. And their changing the definitions of words to cater to them is given women a bad name. FYI I am a woman. They are regressing the work that men and women achieved togeter to win rights for women in previous decades. Oppressed by the patriarchy? Bitches please - who was it that had to vote to allow you to have rights in the first place? oh yeah thats right men did. The only good thing modern feminists have done is make it easier for people to tell apart who are women that embody common sense and are not cunning self entitled cunts; the non-feminists women. The feminists shame women who enjoy being mothers and who enjoy standing by their husbands and raising their family. Since the fuck when was it appointed that feminists are to dictate what other women should do to be considered a “strong woman”? And people are still waiting for feminsts to name 1 right men have in that women dont have in the western world? Also there is no wage gap, men just have more dangerous work placce jobs and work more hours than you. But by all means dismiss or alter statistics if they don’t work in your favor; that is what you’re good at. It is also very sickening that feminists would rather defend a culture that mutilates children’s genitals because it is part of their tradition, or will defend rapists of a minority because they rather not be called racists….how backwards, feminism is for women? for everybody? WHAT A CROCK OF PIG SHIT.

Soical Just-Us Wankers, some advice; research cults and cult leaders, radical extremist groups, like religions and then take a very good long hard look at yourselves. You are a cult and are now advocating to ban free speech, which by the way in case you were clueless, the protests that you are well known for doing - fall under free speech, you fucktards.

Your feelings are not a priority, grow the fuck up. Eat some concrete and harden up, you are over sensitive crybullies and your victim cards are expired. You have it fucking good where you are and protesting to restrict rights is leading to everyone - including you - to being oppressed. You are not chaging things for the better, you want change? start with your ideology of this “ME ME ME” self entitlement. Go to some countries where they have no education, they have no access to the internet or to iphones or clean water or Starbucks. You are only reviving a racist, sexist, divided society. The very fact you need safe spaces and segregation is regressive and destructive to society. You can’t have it both ways. And more importantly; you can’t have it your way. You say you’re for equality? what a bad joke, you wouldn’t know equality if the definition was tatooed on the inside of your eyelids.

You groups are the ones who oppress yourselves in your victim mentalites.

In other countries who do live under real dictatorship, tyranny and oppression would not have the right to protest, and have access to many other things. Like you first world coddled privileged temper tantrum toddlers do.

Snap out of your indoctrination, get an education. Snap out of your indoctrination, get an education. Snap out of your indoctrination, get an education. Snap out of your indoctrination, get an education.

anonymous asked:

I know what I just realize I can’t believe that House Samos actually believes that Anabel will let them keep their kingdom. Because in the original deal Anabel would give support to House Samos and then change it to the Evangeline and cal getting married to keep her support why can’t they see Anabel never had any intention of keeping her word and she going take back the land eventually

Yes, but that depends on Anabel having the power to take away their kingdom vs the Samos defending their rule. I suppose the Samos are aware they’ll have to defend their indepence from the moment Volo declared himself but if they have the rightful king Tiberias VII agreeing to the divide, they can feel safer on the “legal” side. If Cal says the Rift is allowed to remain an allied but separate kingdom, what should Anabel do, go to Maven instead? It’s not like dividing countries willing to become independent has never happened (even if people claim that when it comes to Catalonia…). At first Anabel was in a placce of desperation as well so she had to find allies at all costs, even if that meant dividing the country. And I assume there’re many people aggravated by the divide but they have more pressing tasks now.

Of course a newly founded kingdom is a source of unrest, as we know nothing about what the citizens are thinking. Maybe most are loyal to the Samos, but there’re bound to be people who’d rather remain Nortan, if only for economical reasons, so Anabel might sow more unrest about those Rift cizizens.

Though her most likely approach will be to re-unify the country with the marriage so in the future, both Norta and the Rift will have a mutual ruler. To achieve this quicker not only symbolically, she’d have to make Eve the heir/queen for which she’d have to kill Ptolemus. Oh. That … might actually happen.

Azt a nőt szeretném külön csókoltatni

Akitől - és a kutyájától - megálltam kb tíz méterre, hogy lenyugtassam a Zorát és ne kezdjen el hisztizni, ugatni és a teljes repertoárt lejátszani, és aki ezt meglátva nem csak hogy közelebb jött, de konkrétan 1 méterre mellettem ment el, amikor gyakorlatilag egy füves placc kellős közepén álltunk a kutyámmal, tehát szinte mást se tudott volna tenni, csak kikerülni minket. Nyilván a kibaszott kutyája még felém is kapott, amikor gyakorlatilag háttal álltam neki.

Hülye picsa.

anonymous asked:

Elise Elise Elise. Professional chef Grantaire. Go.

This is sort of savagely ripped off from Franck’s character in Ensemble c’est tout? Somewhat.

  • Grantaire doesn’t only know what the best restaurants in Paris are. Grantaire WORKS at one of the best restaurants in Paris.
  • He deals with course presentation. How to make a dish look fancy. He draws swans in chocolate sauce on plates. He lays out the things, knows how to make it look good.
  • He loves it because it brings out his creativity and his love for food.
  • Of course, he goes to market places all the time and fills his apartment with fresh produces day after day, even if he’s sometimes to lazy to cook anything decent.
  • He lives in that big apartment with his friend Combeferre. Combeferre never really told him how he could afford a place that size, but something tells Grantaire it has more to do with old money than shady business. Though both aren’t mutually exclusive.
  • Everything was fine (or as fine as Grantaire’s outlook on the world can be, really) until Combeferre brought a guy home. Grantaire asked if it was his boyfriend. It wasn’t. The guy was Ferre’s bes -friend, in need of a placce to stay for a while.
  • Of course, the guy in question is the most beautiful man Grantaire has ever laid eyes on. Ever.
  • But also the most infuriating and culinary inept person Grantaire has ever had the misfortune to encounter.
  • In less than a week, the fridge is filled with ready-meals, junk food, and the like. Not that Grantaire never indulges in those but DAMN has that guy ever heard of COOKING in his goddamn life? Or was he born with a full silver spoon in his mouth?
  • Follows a passive-aggressive and incredibly sassy cooking lesson from Grantaire to Enjolras. The guy can barely make an edible soup. No you don’t put pasta in cold water. Have you ever heard of that little thing called seasoning?
  • Grantaire lives for the little smile Enjolras makes when he gets to eat the final product though. It’s good food for the soul. And Grantaire is sorta proud he manages to make him smile??? He’s not pining??? At all??? What are you thinking that????

anonymous asked:

How about a scenario with Hanamiya in which he starts to develop feelings for his insecure female best friend who's oblivious to it cuz she doesn't think he'd be interested in the first placce and sorta thinks she's not enough for him. Thank you!!!

HANAMIYA’s ex-girlfriend was being a particular pain today, and he went to the roof to bitch talk to you about it. Lately, you were the only one he could stand anymore. When he really thought about it, you were perfect for him. You were there for him from the beginning. Sure, he called you his best friend but who’s to say it had to stay that way? The more he realized this and the more he accepted these feelings, the weirder he got around you. At first, you wondered if it was just your imagination, because Hanamiya was acting unusually nice lately.

“Your ex must’ve really messed you up, ‘cause even your personality’s changed.” You’re telling him, cocking your head. “You don’t make any mean jokes about me anymore.” You stop talking to go back to slurping up cold noodles for lunch. Hanamiya watches the unelegant display with interest; it was so unlady-like and typical of you, but somehow that was part of your charm… he supposed.

“Huh, have I changed?” He looks away from you, wearing a serious expression. Once again, you’re not sure what to think of it. It’s a bit frustrating for Hanamiya to pursue you, since he usually just went after his prey like a lion, but with you– it was kind of complicated.

“Hey ____, why haven’t we dated?” He suddenly asks you. You nearly fall over in shock, staring up at Hanamiya. He has his hands in his pockets and doesn’t look in your direction.

You thought about it for a second, before answering. “Huh? Isn’t that obvious, why would you want to date me?” This statement was followed by a rather self-deprecating laugh. Hanamiya wasn’t laughing. In fact, now he was looking at you with a rather scary look.

“What’s that supposed to mean? There’s nothing wrong with you.” He replies. Look, Hanamiya wasn’t a motivational speaker by any stretch of the imagination. But hearing what his best friend thought of herself was saddening.

Once again, you seemed hesitant. “…Well, for one thing, I’m not the best-looking girl out there.” You said, remembering how pretty Hanamiya’s previous girlfriends were. And trust me, you were there through all of them.

“Yeah, and I’m not the best-looking guy. So what?” He retorts, scoffing. He can’t believe that was your concern. “We get each other, y’know? In a way that nobody else does.”

It wasn’t fair to you that he wore such a straight face through all of this, while your face was getting more red with each word. “W-What are you trying to say?” Your body language changed; you scooted away instinctively from him, and your legs curled back towards your body. You were trying to hide away from Hanamiya, and he wasn’t having any of that. He bends down to your sitting figure, getting right into your personal space.

“I’m saying go out with me, ____.” It’s only after he proposes this that he gets embarrassed about it. He scowls at this awkward situation, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Besides, I can’t really think of anyone else who could put up with me.”

Well, that much was certainly true.