she never said that i made it up

carrie fisher isn’t just princess leia. carrie fisher isn’t just an actress we all admire from a famous series of movies made a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. carrie fisher isn’t just another name on the list of shitty things 2016 has done to people i admire.

carrie fisher is a woman who struggled with addiction and mental illness and never sugar coated it - she spoke honestly, openly, about every ugly truth, and made me so much less ashamed of the things i struggle with in my daily life.

carrie fisher is a woman who fought back against body shaming and misogyny, against agesim, who looked at critics and said “yes, i am a woman who has aged, and had children, and struggled with depression and addiction and my body has changed, so you can just shut the fuck up and deal with it”, and it was absolutely beautiful.

carrie fisher is a woman who was placed in the role of “princess” but didn’t conform to the typical hollywood idea of what a princess should be. she’s loud, brash, crass, and unapologetic for being so.

she’s an idol and an inspiration and she’s a woman who saved my life many times just by being who she was and never shying away from it or feeling the need to say sorry. carrie fisher is so much and more and i cannot begin to stomach the thought of 2016 taking her away from me, from her family, from the rest of the world and those of us who love her so dearly.

i love you, space momma. we all do. keep fighting the good fight.


















friendly reminder that noora sætre:

  • has parents who never loved her
  • had to flee to a completely different country when she was 15 because of said shitty parents
  • comforted a stranger who had been slut-shamed at a party
  • convinced a guy to donate to syrian refugees
  • thinks that she has to deal with everything on her own
  • verbally murdered a guy who made her friend feel bad about herself
  • made lunch for said friend to make sure she ate something
  • calls people out on their bullshit
  • cheered a friend up by singing ‘baby’ by justin bieber 
Lindsey Morgan deserves all of the love in the world and here’s why...

For those of you who don’t know, I was at the Unity Days convention. I was there for all 3 days. Lindsey was asked by a fan at the “The 100 Women Panel”, the last panel before the closing panel, about Raven’s disability. The question was ‘what is it like acting with the brace on?’ Lindsey revealed something about her role that I had never heard before. I don’t know if she has ever said this publicly before but it made the respect I have for her as a person and as a performer grow tenfold. 

The brace actually causes imbalance in Lindsey’s body. Her leg and hip are a bit messed up because of it. Alongside that, her shoulder on the same side of her body as the brace was dislocated in season 3, while she was under the possession of ALIE..

Due to wearing the brace and the dislocated shoulder, her physiotherapist has said that her body is basically crooked. She has to do physiotherapy exercises and she has to be very careful with her left side. 

Despite all of this, Lindsey said she wouldn’t trade her job for anything. She loves being Raven. She loves showing people that your weaknesses can become your strengths. 

I don’t know what Lindsey said that made people start sending her this hate. I was not there when she allegedly said, “Bellarke is boring.” It might have been at a meet and greet but I don’t know if she ever said this or in what context.

What you need to know is that Lindsey had been working all day on Saturday filming for the show. She was very sick today and was taking a lot of NyQuil. She said so herself at the Welcome panel and I heard her manager speak about this as well. Despite being sick and working like a dog, she still came to the Con. She still made time for us. She’s amazing for doing that. At 4:30, the closing panel ended and Lindsey had to immediately run to go do stunt rehearsal. They have 3 more days of filming. Basically, she left the con to go straight back to work. The work that she has to do physical therapy for! She probably read all those nasty tweets on the way to the set. How awful. How can anyone who was at the convention say these hateful things about her? After hearing how much she gives and gives for this show. 

I think it’s okay for me to share this. She said this in full confidence at the panel. She wouldn’t have shared these stories knowing that this information about the brace could spread. Let me emphasize that she never blamed the show! She never said “oh the 100 is so crap because they gave me a brace that hurts my body.” She never, ever said that. Or anything like it. She loves her coworkers. She loves playing Raven and inspiring people through her. She was nothing but positive and I don’t understand what’s so difficult about giving that positivity back. She was on fire, guys. She gave multiple long, inspirational speeches about loving yourself and turning your weaknesses into strengths. She said she loves the fans. These cons reenergize her because the fans inspire her. 

If you want to debate me on this, save your breath. There is no reason to hate on Lindsey Morgan. There’s no reason to be nasty. Choose kindness, please! You might find that you’ll end up as a happier person when you choose kindness instead of hate. 


Ok, so, the carnival caretaker guy built the robot, which has being going crazy and wrecking things. He and derp Shaggy try to catch said robot, when–

–his wife reveals that she made the robot go haywyre, because because she “doesn’t think robots should work where children come to have fun.”

The caretaker is as amenable as can be, just saying “I guess I never thought of that!” He instantly accepts this newly-brought-up notion – episode wraps up, credits roll.

…so, lemme get this straight.

He spent who knows how many years building this robot to run the theme park, and his wife didn’t like the idea… so she never said a word about it that entire time, and then sabotaged it upon completion?

Rather than just tell him she thinks it might be a bad idea, she ruins his work and creates these risks?

Said nothing, and decided instead to make a robot with superhuman strength and no understanding of mortality go bezerk?

Caused tens of thousands of dollars of property damage, risked everyone’s lives, and jeopardized the theme park that puts food on their table… just so she didn’t have to tell her husband how she felt?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
The women of the walking dead are so much stronger-willed than the men. Michonne never lost her will to fight, even after losing her family. Rosita was willing to shoot at Negan point-blank.
Maggie stood up after watching her husband be brutally murdered, while very sick, and told Rick to fight. Sasha had watched Abraham die in front of her, and she still made it her priority to comfort Rosita and then get Maggie to Hilltop. Carol is strong willed in living her life by her rules, and nobody else’s. Tara lost her girlfriend, fought her way back to her family, watched two people get slaughtered in front of her in her home, and still volunteered to take the blame for the bullet.
Point is, the women of the walking dead own my heart and soul.

The Final Problem: That Significant Jumper ...

Let’s talk about something that probably some might have not noticed immediately, that jumper Molly wore in that I Love You scene in The Final Problem…

It was the very same jumper she wore in The Empty Hearst, that episode wherein Molly went with Sherlock to solve cases. That very same episode where Sherlock said to Molly, “Moriarty slipped up, he made a mistake. Because the one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the one person who mattered most.”

The universe is never too lazy with coincidence, it’s not a coincidence that Molly was wearing that very same jumper. It was the show itself subtly showing us that Sherlock meant what he told Molly; that she is the person who mattered the most. I’m betting whoever in the Sherlock production team instructed that Loo’s character Molly wear that very specific jumper in that I Love You scene because the weight of that I Love You scene basically embodied what Sherlock told Molly long ago in The Empty Hearst episode. The I Love You scene was that huge payoff we’ve all been waiting for to see just how much does Molly matter to Sherlock….And we did ‘cause Molly was able to induce Sherlock to say those three little words and really mean it.

Remember Molly doesn’t know that her life is in danger and all she knows is this hurtful experiment that Sherlock is trying to force upon her so she really does have the prerogative to hang up on him if she’s uncertain Sherlock meant the I Love You and let’s not forget the I Love You here is in the romantic context. Sherlock says the first I Love You, then waits a bit but Molly didn’t say it back to him and that’s when Sherlock told Molly for the second time that he loves her and in that second time, realization finally came crushing down on him that he does love her and no it’s not just as a friend but more than that much deeper than that and you notice there’s a difference in tone with how he was able to utter those words something in between awe and affirmation.  

We know Molly sees through Sherlock and if she’s not convinced that Sherlock did not mean that I Love You, she really could’ve just ended the phone call after all Sherlock’s bullshit excuse was it’s just for an experiment; but she waited and it was in the second time that Sherlock told her I Love You that she felt his sincerity and finally it was only then that she was able to say back those three words to him.

Aphrodisiac — George Washington

Full Smut

Contains: sex + sir kink

Pairing: George Washington x fem!reader

Request(s): How ‘bout more G wash smut

Can you write a GWash smut with a sir kink or one where he makes her call him general?

A/N: There are so many requests, oh my goodness. I swear I’m trying to get to all of them. Also, I got super into this…

Word Count: 1510


The way her hips swayed and the way she bent over his desk to clear it were George’s breaking point. He could only take so much before he forced her to leave him and the fact that she always curtsied with the same words, ‘goodnight, general’ drove him up the walls.

You wouldn’t expect it to be such a big deal but fuck the way she said it made it sound like she’d also like him to take her right there on the table and never stop.

He wasn’t wrong. After she left each night, she would touch herself in her tent, softly moaning his name with only an imagination to simulate his moans in her mind.

God, if only he could just pick up on her hints. She didn’t wear her sexiest dresses and slowly try to seduce him every night for nothing.

It was the same as every night, she dressed in her sexiest red dress, the neckline dropping low and the dress outlining all of her beautiful body.

George worked as she stood on the opposite side of the desk, slightly bent over as she neatly organised the desk that got messed up each day. Her hair fell in her eyes and she bit her lip as she concentrated on a few papers that were folded unevenly. She hadn’t been paying any attention to Washington when she became focused on the papers but he was most definitely focused on her. Her head snapped up when a low growl exerted from his throat, it was a dark and arousing sound. She crossed her legs, tightly pressing them together as she continued to stand, pretending not to hear the sound and ignore the fact that her juices were starting to run down her leg. She had run out of leggings to wear so she was going commando with only her thigh-high stockings under her dress.

She moved around the desk, apologising when she reached across him to retrieve the second volume of a book that belonged to the others.

George’s large hand grasped her bicep and he looked at her with lustful yet annoyed eyes.

“That will be enough,” he said. She gulped and nodded, putting away the book before curtseying to him, “Goodnight general,” she said in the most suggestive voice she could.

She exited the tent, shivering at the cold and scolding herself for not grabbing her cloak but she only trudged on, sure she would anger the commander if she went back. It would only end in a more stressed general and further wetness running from her folds to be soaked up in her stockings.

When she entered her tent, she lit a candle and immediately dropped onto her cot, laying back and pulling up her dress. Her fingers immediately found the space between her legs, running a few fingers up her thigh, feeling the slippery substance that George’s presence alone had caused.

Back in his own tent, Washington stood from his desk, stretching and sighing as he decided to finish his work the next morning before his meeting.

He went to take off his coat when he spotted the woman’s cloak laying on a chair.

He contemplated taking it until he decided to deliver it quickly and return to sleep. She would most likely be sleeping anyway so he could just drop it in her tent.

George grabbed the cloak and exited the tent, waving off the soldiers who started to follow him. Her tent wasn’t far.

When he came closer, his eyebrows furrowed at the quiet sounds coming from inside. He recognised them and slowly felt jealousy build in his chest, was she sleeping with one of the soldiers?

His anger got a hold of him and he peeked inside to find out who she was with only to see her lying down, her fingers slipping in and out of her cunt, her moist core practically glowing in the candlelight.

He was about to close the tent flaps to prevent himself from doing something he would regret when his name passed from her lips.

“George,” she moaned, pushing her fingers deeper into herself.

He smirked to himself and stepped inside, his smirk growing when she was too caught in her mind to notice him, her eyes tightly shut. He laid her cloak on a chair along with his jacket and waistcoat, leaving him in his trousers and undershirt.

She moaned his name once more and so he leant down by her ear whispering, “That’s general to you.”

Her eyes shot open and she sat up, her fingers quickly removing themselves, hurriedly trying to pull down her dress but before she could do anything, he caught her hand and watched her wet fingers shine with her moisture.

“Did I do this?” he asked her, slowly and erotically putting them in his mouth, sucking on her fingers, his tongue doing circles around them and pushing between them showing her exactly what he could do.

She sat helplessly before him, nodding as she was unable to form words.

He finished with her fingers, sliding them from his lips with a hum, “You taste delicious.”

Her mouth opened and a desperate moan fled from her as he spoke, his own fingers finding her soaked heat.

“George,” she moaned.

The commander immediately stopped and she was ripped from the bed and forced over his knee, a harsh slap hitting her bum before she could process what was happening.

“What did I say?” he asked.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning and she swallowed before saying, “I’m sorry.”

He spanked her again, harder though not hard enough to cause real pain, “Sorry what?”

She cried out as he shoved two of his long fingers into her, his mouth pressing kisses to her red ass, “I’m sorry, general!”

He smiled to himself and forced her upright again his hands finding her hips, “Good girl,” he said.

She bit her lip, enjoying herself very much.

The general then pushed her back on the cot, pulling up her dress so it was at her hips. Before he advanced, he gaped at her body, her breasts almost falling out of her dress, her legs spread for him. It was like he was living the wet dream he had been having for weeks.

George kissed up her damp thighs, her scent making his mouth water with desire.

Her soft moans became louder as his tongue discovered her slit, licking up and down her and in between her folds.

One of her hands pulled on the sheets below her, the other in her hair as he ate her like his favourite meal.

“Geo—” he immediately stopped at the sound of his name accidentally escaping her mouth once more.

Again, like before, she was forced over his knee, her ass becoming red again as she apologised, a slap meeting her skin with every word.

George pulled out his cock from his pants, letting it breathe though it still throbbed as he enjoyed the sight of her small pussy bent over him.

“What do you want me to do to you, kitten?” he whispered into her ear as he pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap with her back to him.

“Fuck me, general,” she whined, her hand tangling itself in his hair as she reached back to him.

He groaned into her ear sending vibrations down her body, her cunt quivering at the sound.

George forced her onto her knees on the ground holding her torso up against him as he worked his lower half under her dress, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy, teasing her at her entrance.

“Please, general,” she cried, desperate to be full of the commander-in-chief.

George grunted and shoved himself into her, moaning out loudly at the tightness of her cunt.

She too cried out loudly at the size of his manhood, leaning back against him so her legs wouldn’t give out on her. Neither of them cared about the awakened soldiers outside, they only cared about Washington’s cock thrusting in and out of her vulva as they both fulfilled their sexual desires for one another.

“Shit,” he muttered into her ear as he nuzzled into her neck, placing kissed on her shoulder, collarbone, pulse, and jawbone.

The woman allowed herself to curse even if he did slap the top of her cunt harshly every time she did.

George’s thrusts became weaker for a moment and the lady’s walls tightened around him, prepared to cum all over him. When she got off and let herself simmer slightly, George pulled out of her his hand jumping to his cock to finish himself.

He inhaled sharply when her lips wrapped around him, sucking the seed from him.

She smirked up at him, swallowing every last bit of his salty sperm.

“Good girl,” he said, sitting back on the cot, pulling her with him.

“That was amazing, general,” she said as she sat atop him.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, “Call me George.”

I’ve made my decision for 2016,” she announced proudly, sitting up. “Fire away then,” he said, his grin matching hers. “I am done,” she paused for effect. “I am done crying over things I regret not doing and I’m done regretting things I did. I’m done worrying myself sick about what the future will bring and I’m done trying to change my past.” He’d expected her to announce how she’d stop smoking, how she’d quit drinking, so he couldn’t help being confused at her words. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to live my life to the fullest. I will burst into tears when I feel like it and I won’t stop until I feel better. I will laugh until my stomach hurts. I will embrace heartbreak and pain as much as joy, because without sadness there is no happiness. I will let go of people who make life hard and will welcome people with open arms who make life beautiful. I will scream at the top of my lungs, dance in my underwear, sing in the shower and spill my feelings to anyone who will listen. I’ll take care of myself. I want to be happy. And I will be. What else would I want for a new year, a new start?
—  2016

I don’t know what to think… I’m really upset, but so much of me thinks that this can’t be real. 

  • It doesn’t answer any questions except where Sherlock learned to play violin
  •  it had Sherlock effectively ignore John for the entirety of the episode, even going so far as to ignore their code for danger
  • Team Rope or Team Dogbowl
  • We don’t find out what John’s note to Sherlock said
  • Mary has some sort of posthumous post office system sending out DVDs at random intervals
  • Also, mary knows Sherlock and John best of all??????? since when?
  • Mycroft locked up his sister at the age of 14 and told his parents she died..but there is no trace of Eurus at their house, and why would Mr. and Mrs. Holmes not ever mention it to Sherlock? 
  • “It doesn’t matter who you really are” um…but I thought that’s what the show was about. if there’s one thing they’ve made clear is that it’s never about the cases, it’s about the characters and their relationships
  • the special effects were dismal, and it took place primarily in one setting
  • The creators of the show are mysteriously absent, as are the actors
  • john’s complete and total character assassination 
  • the insane portrayal of the garridebs, a story the writers claimed to have loved, used as a three minute plot device to further the insanity of Sherlock’s sister
  • Mycroft allowing an unsupervised conversation between two ridiculously destructive and competent psychopaths as a gift???????

I don’t know….

Chapter 9

Mark Tuan || frat boy au

Originally posted by gots7

Reader (you) x Mark Tuan ft Im Jaebum

Word Count: 1666  

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: MARK’S POINT OF VIEW!!!! (enough said)

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8


I was no good for her. And I kept telling myself that since the day I met her. But she kept coming back and I couldn’t resist myself. Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I never came across a girl who made me work so hard for her. I care for her, defend her and, listen to her. Now, she’s gone out of my sight.

Picking up my phone, I looked at the texts Shae sent me. To be honest, I felt disgusted and I’ve never felt that way before. (Y/N) was the one who made me realize things. She opened up a whole new world for me. A world where love can exist. For me, I never believed in love because I thought all girls were the same. But I was wrong. Since a girl like (Y/N) will never come by easily, I have to fix this. 

Dialling Shae’s number, I came up with millions of plans in my head and thought on how I would end this. Dump her like I did with every other girl? Or simply say I have a girlfriend and hope she would leave. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt me at all. 

“Hello?” I heard a soft voice answer my call. 

“Hey, Shae. Can we meet?” I asked bluntly, without any emotions put into my words.

“Sure? My room?” Shae purred. Even though she couldn’t see me, I gave a sour expression and rolled my eyes. At this moment, I realized Shae always threw herself onto me when she wanted sex. And yes, I went along with it for the pleasure. But now, I have to change things. 

“No,” I coldly responded, “Let’s meet in the art wing hallway. I just want to talk to you.”

“Now? What’s wrong, Mark? Is everything okay?” Shae asked, sounding concerned. 

“Meet me, now.” And with that, I hung up the phone. Yes, it was quite rude to hang up the phone when someone sounded concerned. But to me, I just didn’t care. Getting out of bed quickly, I cleaned up myself and got dressed. Before running out, I caught a glimpse of a rose gold ring lying on the nightstand. Smiling, I picked up the ring and tucked it in the pockets of my jeans. 

Casually walking towards the art wing, I thought about the different things I could do to prove to (Y/N) I’m not a bad man. I didn’t know her favorite flower or what she liked to eat. All I knew was she liked coffee and she wears a rose gold ring. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted to win her back like any man would do. 

“Mark!” I heard a voice yell, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around to see Shae sitting on a bench just outside the art wing hallway. I took in a deep breath and started to walk towards her. I needed to act cool and collected, hoping she’ll get the message that I didn’t care for her. 

“Hey.” I simply said as I approached her. She was definitely wearing a shirt too low for my liking but, like I mentioned, Shae was someone who was thirsty for sex. 

“What did you want to talk about?” Shae asked, making her voice sound sweet even though it sounded like death to my ears. 

“Let’s end this now.” I coldly stated without any emotion. Shae looked at me for a second and started laughing her head off. I looked at her like she was crazy. Does this girl not get the memo?

“What a joke, Mark. You sure are funny.” Shae said, with a slight sarcastic tone in her voice. 

“Really? Because I don’t think I’m that funny,” I bluntly stated, “Listen to me again, Shae. Let’s end this now. You forget about me and move on with life just like how I would when I leave you.”

“Are you kidding me, Mark? You can’t just leave like that. We shared something special and I’m pretty convinced that you like me so, why end this now?” Shae raised her high pitched voice.

“Because I love someone else.” I simply said. And it was true. (Y/N) had an aura that couldn’t keep me away from her. Shae didn’t give that sense of aura which was why she was only someone who shared the same pleasure.

“Bullshit.” Shae huffed out, getting up from the bench and walking over to me. “You said a couple nights ago that I was the only one. And here you are, telling me that you love another girl? We had something. That passion we shared together. Why can’t you see that?”

Suddenly, Shae grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. I could smell the strong perfume as she pressed her body against mine, making me feel uncomfortable. I stood there for awhile while I listen to Shae smooth talk her way back into my life. I didn’t know why I even had sex with this girl because damn, she’s too clingy for my type. 

I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her away from me. Straightening my clothes, I look at Shae dead in the eye and opened my mouth. 

“You are a complete whore,” I started off, “The only time we ever hung out was when you asked for sex. Do you really think I’d love a girl like that? You throw yourself on me and clung on the me like glue. I’m not sure how many guys you’ve slept with but I can tell by your face that I’m not the only one. I’m ending this now because I don’t want to see your fucking face anymore.”

“Aw, Mark. Is college too stressful for you? I could help you.” Shae winked at me, completely ignoring my speech. I looked at her with disgust and was about to say something until someone from behind spoke up.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” The voice said from behind. “Just leave already. The man says he doesn’t want you so skedaddle your ass out of here. Your voice is hurting my ears.”

I turned around to face the man whom everyone feared. Jaebum stood behind me with his cap covering his face while his hands rested in the pockets of his jeans. I was slightly confused on why he was defending me. Or the big question was, why is here?

“Fuck you, Mark Tuan.” Shae yelled at me as I turned to face her. She held up her middle finger towards me and stomped off into the other direction. 

“God, I thought she would never leave.” Jaebum sighed as he stood beside me, looking straight ahead of him. He was a few inches taller and I could take him down if I got really angry. Today, it was a different situation. 

“Thanks.” I mumbled, shoving my hands in my pockets. 

“Don’t thank me. It was (Y/N)’s state that made me do this.” Jaebum replied back coldly. We both stood there, without making eye contact, making the air tension tight. I moved slightly, feeling the awkwardness that was shared between Jaebum and I.

“Why?” I suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

“Why, what?” Jaebum bluntly replied back. I turned my head to look at him as I examined his expression. He looked lonely and broken. I may not be a talkative person but I know how a person feels by looking at them.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked as I turned my head to look straight ahead of me again.

“You deserve her more than me.” Jaebum simply stated. “I see that way you look at her and I know you will treat her better than I will. Out of all the things I’ve done to her, I’ve only been a huge dickhead. I ignored her in high school, denied her feelings for me and, punched her. I don’t deserve her which is why I’ll let you have her.”

“I’m a dickhead too.” I chuckled under my breath. 

“Yeah, well, no one’s perfect in this world.” Jaebum sighed as he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned my body to face him. Shocked by his actions, I stood there and gave him a weird look. 

“Take care of her, please. She was my first love.” Jaebum exclaimed, looking at me with a serious expression plastered on his face. 

“Uhh…” I huffed out, not knowing what to say. It was quite weird that Jaebum acted his way towards me. It was so sudden, it took the words out of my mouth. 

“Don’t be an idiot.” Jaebum said as he lightly hit my head. “You be careful with her. Cherish her by your side and if you make her cry again, I won’t let it go. She deserves to be loved from head to toe. Make a mistake again and I’ll beat your ass.”

I pushed Jaebum away and raised my hands, “Don’t need to tell me, man. I love (Y/N) too much to let her go. I’ll make sure I’ll treat her right and be a man for her.  If I do make a mistake, I can give you full on permission to beat the shit out of me.”

“Good.” Jaebum sighed. “If you want to see her again, she’s going to the big band dinner dance this weekend.”

“Where can I get tickets?” I quickly asked with full determination in my actions. This was my chance to fix my mistakes, and this time, I’m giving my undivided attention towards her. 

“Just ask Yugyeom. He’s that kid who hangs around the music hallway. Red hair, tall and, dances well. You’ll know once you take a look at him” Jaebum stated.

“Thanks, man. I owe you.” I smiled, feeling good about what’s going to happen this weekend.

“The only debt you owe me is treating (Y/N) right. Don’t fuck up man.” Jaebum smiled as he turned to look at me and gave me a slight nod. 

“I won’t.”

long time no see… hey what’s up? how ya doin? MARK TUAN FRAT BOY IS ABOUT TO END. Only one more chapter left folkes. No worries, I have another series in mind. The member for the next series is (drum roll please) Mr. Jaebum. Thank you for giving this series so much love. Hope y’all have a wonderful day. Take care :)


Real wife material tho

Just Dating Aranea Highwind things:

Originally posted by gigglincactus

  • Let’s be clear, Aranea Highwind is not someone you cross, not someone you try to control, not someone you fuck over or mess with. She is absolutely an intelligent independent boss ass bitch; don’t be fooled by the outward indifferent attitude. The woman knows exactly what she can and cannot do, but trust me when I say there isn’t much she can’t do. Aranea lives in the immediate moment and the choices she makes are firm and forever, never made lightly, so be proud that she’s chosen you to stay by her side. She would never settle for second best.

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anonymous asked:

Out of all your toes, which is your favorite? And why?

I like my thumb, because I feel like she’s the toe that made it out.

She didn’t get caught up in her home town– she became something. They all said she would never be a finger, but she showed them.

Thumb inspires me.

The Psychopath Test:

Charlotte lives in a lovely, quite idyllic, old, low-beamed cottage in Kent. Her ten-week-old baby snored gently in the corner of the room. She was on maternity leave, but even so, she said, her TV-PRODUCING days were behind her. She was out now and she’d never go back.

(…) and eventually made a leap up to mainstream TV as a guest booker for Jerry Springer, then Trisha, and then Jeremy Kyle (…)

“What did your job entail?” I asked her.

“We had a hotline,” Charlotte explained. “Families in crisis who want to be on TV called the hotline. My job was to call them back, repeatedly, over a matter of weeks, even if they’d changed their minds and decided not to be on the show. There had to be a show. You had to keep going.”

(…) sure enough, Charlotte soon began to “feel removed from the person on the other end of the phone.”

Plenty of people dehumanize others–find ways to eradicate empathy and remorse from their day jobs–so they can perform their jobs better. (…)

The thing that made Charlotte truly unusual was the brainwave she came up with one day. It had dawned on her from early on in her career that, yes, the shows’ best guests were the ones who were mad in certain ways. (…)

And that was Charlotte’s secret trick. She said she didn’t stop to consider why some sorts of madness were better than others: “I just knew on an innate level who would make all television. We all did. Big Brother. The X Factor. American Idol. Wife Swap. (…)

Camila is gay?

Hey little chickens, so Camila is always giving me those weird vibes about her sexuality, her being gay (or bi, more likely lesbian) not only because she is always checking girls but she gives me those vibes. This “theory” was requested, it’s not really a theory or it is? Anyways, I want to show all her gay moments, it’s up to you believe in me (proofs) or not. I made all the gifs so please if you use give me credit, enjoy.

Let’s start when she said ‘’boys suck’’ in a interview, if you want to watch put on youtube search ‘’Fifth Harmony fuse interview’’

Let’s not forget that Camila never says ‘’boy’’ or ‘’girl’’ but she says ‘’person’’ mmm, weird no? Like in this theory ‘’People and not men’’

Moving on I’ll show you more proofs, there’s not much to say.

When she was checking Lauren out…

I did my researchs about checking someone out.

There’s this sexy girl/boy and what do you? Check them out. What do you do to show interest? Smile or bite your lips, well that’s what I do and I’m sure I’m not the only one, I mean… Camila is not even trying to hide it.

Here is the video if you want to watch, 0:39. Another good point is, I never saw Camila showing interest in Austin or even Shawn (can I saw sexual interest? Of course I can) I always see her checking girls out, interviewers mainly. Do you see celebrities doing photoshoots? Mainly woman, they’re always biting something trying to be sexy, they want to draw attention doing it, it’s like flirting with someone.

When you put your fingers in your mouth means: teasing. I had the idea of searching “Signs of being lesbian” just to make sure, let’s take a look.

  • 1) You’ve dated men but none of them can keep your attention, with the exception of your celebrity crushes. 

Camila never showed any interest in Austin like I said before, she doesn’t act the same way when she is with girls. I never saw her biting her lips/fingers or giving him THAT look, excuse me if I’m wrong. ‘’with the exception of your celebrity crushes.‘’ mmm remember when the girls were asked about marrying their celeb crush? Camila didn’t think twice.

Celebrity crush?

  • 2) You have a close friend and you want to be her everything by taking care of her every need and making sure she’s happy and smiling everyday. 

Answer: LAUREN.

It’s obvious that Camila is always making Lauren laugh and being silly next to her.

  • 3) You’ve had to tell yourself, “Being attracted to women is wrong.” 

Camila is always reblogging pictures of boys or things related to boys on her tumblr but her body languague says something different. Trying to convince yourself you’re not gay buddy? She is always neutral, never say “girl or boy” always “people”, really weird. But…

I think I already gave you enough proof, I really think she is gay not bi but gay… for now. It’s up to you believe the obvious, I’m not here to try to expose them, no it’s called THEORIES so I’d like to know your opinions.

A Debt of Kindness

My faith in humanity is once again restored.  I so pray the gratitude lasts this time, and just in case you’re wondering what my most recent melodramatic outburst is regarding, here goes.  I had to run out to the grocery store and pick up a few things.  All was going well until it was time to pay with my debit card. I ran up a grand total of about 9 or 10 dollars and proceeded to get the dreaded chip malfunction.  We fought with it several times and eventually made it all the way up to payment declined. Thankfully it wasn’t terribly busy, so I “brilliantly” decided to try another line and card reader.  Same results of course.  There was a young couple behind me, and having no cash on hand I finally told the cashier, I’m sorry but I can’t get these items tonight.  Immediately the young lady smiling behind me, said it’s okay, I’ll pay for it.  I politely protested two or three times, and smile never wavering she replied each time, I’ll get it.  I don’t know if I’ve ever said thank you so many times in my life.  Even now as I’m giving myself a nervous breakdown over the debit card and a little project that I have to work on tomorrow, both of which will no doubt work themselves out, I can’t help but smile, and yes remember, that I owe someone I’ve never met, and will likely never see again a debt of kindness that I only hope I won’t forget to repay when the opportunity arises to help someone else in some small way. 

These days I really enjoy playing league of legends with Baekhyun. I even composed a song about it (laughs). It was late at night and I was inspired. I thought, oh! This is really such a good song. I’m such a genius. But when Suho hyung asked to listen to it he looked at me in shock and said, ‘Where did you get this melody from?’ It turned out it was exactly the same as an advertisement jingle used for a dating website. I looked up the dating website and made an account just for fun. Hah, I even remember making my profile picture a picture of Spongebob Squarepants wearing a sweater vest, as a joke. But then I accidentally friended a girl and bought her a diamond ring. She deleted her account soon afterwards and I never heard from her again. It made me really sad. I cried a bit, but don’t worry! I’m totally okay now!
—  Park Chanyeol, harper’s BAZAAR Korea, December 2016 (full interview here)
Fucking terrible reylo AUs I’ve seen since December:
  • Rey and Kylo Ren are at a mental health facility and fall in love, written by somebody who worked at one (aka “The Ableist Asylum AU”)
  • Rey and Kylo Ren are at a BLM rally, and Kylo Ren saves Finn from police violence (aka “The Racist White Saviour AU”)
  • Rey is a settler and Kylo Ren is a Native American, but the author has made up the tribe so she can totally call them “Indians”, it doesn’t hurt anybody (aka “The Other Racist White Saviour AU”)
  • Rey gets sold into sex slavery, the brothel is a way for her to become a Resistance spy (?), and she finds “her autonomy which she never would have found otherwise”, likely by falling in love and being ~saved~ by Kylo Ren (aka “The Whorephobic AU”)

Imagine not having any of your friends call you out if you went up to them and said “well lads, I’m writing an AU where xyz” and the AU is one like this. Just imagine that.