she's called him out

anonymous asked:

Hi! So this is getting rehashed and I'd love to get your opinion on it. The quote where JB says Frank sees Lisa in Karen, do you think means he sees her as his kid or something else?

The quote was some variation of seeing Karen as the type of woman that he hopes his daughter would’ve grown into – and a lot of people took that to mean that Frank sees Karen as a kid/a daughter figure. But, I feel pretty confident from just …. general evidence, that Frank meant he hopes Lisa would’ve grown into a strong, well rounded woman, who fights for the things that she believes in [even if it means calling him out on his crap]. And is probably kindhearted. It’s a compliment to Karen and to Lisa, both, and not a announcement that Frank thinks Karen is a child. I think Frank sees Karen as a purposeful woman who he admires. Which is what he hopes his girl would’ve been if she’d had the chance to live.

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voltron characters + chess pieces

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

so apparently femshep’s official height is 5′3″, and garrus’ is 7′. that’s a height difference of a whopping 21 inches. I’m honestly so disappointed that this isn’t addressed in-game because you just know he’d absolutely rip the piss out of her for it 

“hey shep I’m pretty sure alliance regulations say that anyone under 5′7″ has to use a booster seat in the mako…” 

garrus…kiss ur tiny angry girlfriend before she decks you…

i just simply HATE the fact that they make kara acknowledge how mon-el’s a shitty person and how he LED a country where slavery was a thing and he BENEFITED his whole life from it - like, she literally said those words to him, called him out on that - but still chooses to be with him. i HATE that so much bc it seems like kara can overlook something as serious as slavery and that is a no no. that’s not who she is. that’s not who supergirl is. she would never. kara-zor-el is a character with a strong moral compass. they are making it seem like she can overlook fucking slavery for some dick. are you kidding me? the fuck is that? is2g DC should be whooping cw’s ass bc what they are doing to their amazing character is some serious gross disrespectful shit

The Real Annabelle 

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he original doll, which is now locked up Ed and Lorraine Warrens’ Occult Museum in Monroe, Connecticut, was said to have unleashed a reign of terror on a group of flatmates in a chain of events that ended in a man’s death.

The rag doll, with huge black eyes, is very different from the film’s china doll but her story is just as terrifying.

Lorraine Warren said: “Looks are deceiving.

“It’s not what the doll looks like that makes it scary. It is what has been infused within the doll. Evil.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey Sai! Got any good Kacchako fics you'd recommend?

yeah, sure dude!! here’s a list of some of my fave kacchako fics!! 

hilariously enough, most of them aren’t even really that romantic, and focus more on bonding and the character’s growing and developing relationship and/or feelings. (by which i mean that there’s not a lot of kissing or intimate stuff like that). 

(which means they’re all sfw, lmao)

From Grey To Red by CaptainRisu - A really cute fic of Bakugou and Uraraka sharing an umbrella after the mid-term exam as well as sharing a few personal things with each other. A really really cute fic, featuring Bakugou and Uraraka bonding!! [one-shot]

Supernova by anerbananer - A really interesting introspective fic from Uraraka’s point of view; she wants to feel the rush of something she had during her and Bakugou’s fight and calls him out to have another. has a really cool fight scene between them which delves a little into both character’s motives and desires, with lots of adorable interactions afterwards. [multi-chap?]

Emotions Are Hard by geek179 - Bakugou finds Uraraka in the grocery store during an errand. He realizes that she doesn’t have much to eat, and, without thinking, invites her to his house for dinner. he kinda hates himself for it, but not really. Super adorable!! [one-shot]

The feeling that isn’t entirely unpleasant by mysterious intentions - Bakugou slowly starts falling for Uraraka despite his best attempts not to, and maybe he doesn’t actually mind as much as he says he does. mostly just cute little interactions between them through a period of weeks/months. features Bakugou helping Uraraka train to get stronger. [one-shot]

Conflict Resolution by Colorslander  - Bakugou forgets that he’s dating Uraraka and is baffled about why she’d want to anyway?? Uraraka takes it all in stride tho. really adorable, and features some cute interactions between Bakugou and Kirishima about Bakugou’s romantic woes [one-shot]

Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy by @lucyrne - Bakugou keeps sweating around Uraraka during a class project and doesn’t know why, nearly destroying their project in the process. short and sweet and really adorable. [one-shot]

Implode by @milktomiilky - Bakugou falls hard for Uraraka and he knows he’s in deep. short and sweet, mostly about Bakugou’s introspective thoughts on Uraraka and himself. [one-shot]

Terms of Civility by @milktomiilky​ - Izuku thinks about Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship while talking to a few classmates and comes to some interesting conclusions. an interesting introspective about kacchako from Izuku’s perspective, and gives some insight on what the other characters might think of Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship in canon, too. [one-shot]

written on your skin by @milktomiilky​ - Bakugou and Uraraka admire each other’s scars after a spar, and it’s surprisingly sweet. a really cute piece. [one-shot]

Stronger than You Think by azuras_lance - Uraraka begins to doubt herself after a fight gone bad, and Bakugou gives her encouragement her in his own way. really cute piece dealing with Uraraka’s self doubt and Bakugou being a supportive force for her. [one-shot]

death and strawberries by baekugous - Bakugou slowly falls for Uraraka and thinks that he’s getting sick or dying. probably. really cute piece about Bakugou coming to terms with his feelings for Uraraka, featuring a slow relationship build up near the end. [one-shot]

kindling by unknown - Bakugou lets Uraraka walk under his umbrella and back to his house during heavy rain so she can borrow a change of clothes. short and sweet and really cute. [one-shot]

of ferocity & flame by Me - Bakugou never fell for Uraraka’s smiles. a short introspective piece about Bakugou’s thoughts on Uraraka, and why he fell for her. [one-shot]

and here i stand forcefully on lines made of gray by Me - Bakugou doesn’t find Uraraka beautiful, because that implies an emotional investment he can’t allow. a short piece about Bakugou falling for Uraraka and denying it. [one-shot]

catch me if i fall by Me - Bakugou nearly falls to his death, and Uraraka catches him before he does. a short, cute piece about them both saving and supporting each other. [one-shot]

hope you enjoy these!!

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#angst is coming I guess

This is how he falls:

With a crack, the very first time he steps onto the ice. Yuuri breaks his glasses, breaks his fingernails, breaks open the skin on his palms and his knees and he bleeds, he bleeds, he bleeds. Takeshi laughs at chubby, clumsy Yuuri—graceless, good-for-nothing, and Yuuri believes him.

But the next day at Minako’s urging, Yuuri gets right back on that ice, and Takeshi doesn’t laugh.

Yuuko is beautiful with her red hair and her kind eyes and she doesn’t call Yuuri names. She smiles and holds out her hands to him, helps him onto his feet on her parents’ rink, and Yuuri finds love there, though never with her. He finds a home there, though it isn’t his to claim. 

(He will make it his every day for the rest of his life, regardless.)

He finds his inspiration in front of a grainy television screen when he turns twelve, and even the fuzz in the picture could not make Victor Nikiforov look less beautiful, less ephemeral, less exquisite. 

Look at me, says his silver hair. Look at me, says the gleam of his costume. Look at me, says the sorrowful reach of his hands, and Yuuri has never stopped looking since.

Look at me, Yuuri thinks as he takes of his glasses and skates onto the ice blind. Look at me, he decides that day, and knows that he’ll do anything, everything to stand before Victor Nikiforov and say look at me in person.

He emulates Victor. He worships Victor. Yuuri begs until his family bends and buys him a poodle, soft and brown in his arms, and Yuuri names him after his hero. It’s common sense, Yuuri thinks, to take this feeling and make it something tangible, something real. Vicchan can love Yuuri back. Vicchan is never disappointed. With Vicchan, Yuuri doesn’t have to feel the loneliness that Victor’s endless absence has carved in his young life.

Yuuri stands under the lights, in front of the judges for the first time at fourteen and feels clumsy and boring, but he takes home a silver. It’s not as beautiful as Victor, but it’ll do, even if he can’t quite see it through the blur of his naked eyes. He works himself up vibrant color, to costumes made custom, to junior gold medals, to high school entrance exams and college applications. He dedicates himself to diets and exercise, chasing a dream of a man in pictures, the years of a life less lived plastered on his bedroom walls.

He doesn’t take them with him to Detroit, but he may as well have. Victor’s shadow follows him there, hovering over his head and in his heart, that voice from online interviews as saccharine sweet in his ears as Yuuko’s  I’m pregnant, Yuuri, I’m having triplets, will you be the godfather, Yuuri? What do you mean you’re leaving?

Yuuri leaves home at eighteen and the guilt of it eats him alive.

He meets Celestino Cialdini. He meets Phichit Chulanont. Yuuri makes himself into a whirlwind and withdraws into his shell with one goal in mind. He falls during his jumps. He falls during his choreography sequence. Yuuri falls and falls again, even as others fall for him, and they fall as he stumbles away—broken and bleeding, licking his wounds and nursing his pride and hiding his selfish love for a man who has no idea that Yuuri breathes him, lives for him. 

It’s alone in a bathroom in Sochi that Yuuri realizes he’s lived for Victor one day too long, and Vicchan is gone. 

Yuuri doesn’t remember his free skate. He doesn’t remember crying. He only vaguely remembers Yuri Plisetsky yelling in his face, fifteen and red-cheeked and fire-eyed and selfish. He’s young. He’s dumb. And somehow he has Victor Nikiforov’s undivided attention, somehow Yuri Plisetsky has a Junior Grand Prix Gold, somehow he has everything, and Yuuri—

—Yuuri has nothing. Certainly not a commemorative photo with the man who couldn’t be bothered to learn Yuuri’s name.

So Yuuri falls. He falls and falls and he cries for two days straight in his hotel room. He barely eats, hardly sleeps, and by the time he makes it to the victory banquet, he’s a mess. He’s fractured, fumbling, falling apart, and by glass fifteen of champagne, somehow confronting Victor seems like a good idea.

He ends up facing down his fears instead.

Yuuri doesn’t remember that night. He doesn’t remember warm hards, a shining smile, bright eyes. He doesn’t remember holding Victor in his arms, swinging him and dipping him, laughing into his personal space and stripping his way out of it. He won’t remember Christophe Giacometti’s fabulous abs in the morning, and he won’t remember Victor holding out his arms toward Yuuri as he climbs down from the pole.

He doesn’t remember any of it, but maybe that’s for the best.

But what he does remember are the echoing notes of a lovelorn ballad and the way it ripped his heart out. Yuuri remembers a life that feels like a dream and the beauty of a dance. He goes home to a place that has known Yuuri’s saddest days if not his darkest, and though he feels alone, it takes friends and a family to make him realize that he has never been alone.

Yuuri skates a song that is not his, but answers a plea that could never be for anyone else.

A thousand miles away, Victor opens a video link, and this is how he falls.

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Kenneth Branagh as Hercule Poirot

Abandoned

“No, sorry Lance I can’t hang. I’m out of town for the week. Sorry dude.” Pidge sounded far away on the phone. That was alright, she was always busy anyway. He’d called Shiro then.

“Nope. Sorry Lance. Keith and I are out of town.”

“For how long?”

“About a week?” That was cool. They were probably sucking face anyway, he didn’t need to be there for that.

“Allura do you wanna go to-”

“Lance, stop calling everyone. They told you, we’re out of town.” She cut him off rather harshly. Lance could hear someone say her name in the background to which she responded with a “what?”

“Wait, where are you guys?”

Allura came back to the phone and answered him as if he should have already known. “On a cruise. We’ll be back in a week. Lance we’ve been planning this for a month so if you could–”

“WAIT YOU LEFT ME OUT OF A CRUISE?! WHAT THE HELL ALLURA?!” Lance yelled into his phone. “Put me on speaker.” His mind ran in circles over all the reasons they left him out of a trip.

“Lance, can you chill? We didn’t think you’d want to come.” He could practically hear Keith roll his eyes.

“What gave you that impression?” Lance caught his voice wavering with each word he spoke. He was upset they left him out of a cruise and didn’t even tell him they were going in the first place. They purposely did this to him.

“Well we’re going to Cuba and we know how much you complain about the heat and bugs so we just thought you wouldn’t want to go.” Keith answered.

Lance nearly dropped the phone. He was in complete and utter shock.

He put the phone back to his ear and started cursing them out in Spanish feeling his fingers cramp from clutching the phone so hard now.

“Woah- Lance slow down what are you saying?!” Shiro’s voice was clear.

“I WAS BORN IN CUBA YOU DICKS.” He finally said with the tears choking him. He wheezed and coughed. “I have family in Cuba! And you’re going on a fucking cruise?! You didn’t ask me!”

“Lance we didn’t know-”

“BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED. Hunk knew– Wait where’s Hunk?” Lance had realized Hunk was the only one who hadn’t spoken to him.

“I’m right here Lance. I asked them why you weren’t coming and they told me you didn’t want to. It was odd but I didn’t call you. I’m sorry.” Hunk tried to explain but everyone knew he was just as guilty as the rest of them.

“Some fucking friends you are.” He almost hung up before he heard Keith one last time.

“Why the fuck are you so upset? Look, we’re sorry, we didn’t know. You can’t blame us–.” Lance never hung up the phone so fast before in his life.

He was angry, he was sad, and most of all he felt abandoned. They didn’t know where he was from despite him always talking about it, they didn’t think he’d want to come because he’d complain?

It doesn’t matter. He’s got other friends he doesn’t need them anyway. He doesn’t…

Soulmates

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 1600

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.


Y/N was never much of a talker; she had maybe said eight sentences in her whole life time. She wasn’t sure where the fear really came from, the fear of saying the wrong thing, of being too loud, of not being heard, so she kept to herself. People didn’t seem to understand though, they couldn’t comprehend why she chose to not talk, so she was labeled as weird, freak, stupid etc. Then they labeled her as mute (and she was) but she hated that term, she really did, Y/N just hated being labeled. At first it hurt, it really did, but Y/N soon learned to ignore them, she could only really care about what her Soulmate would have to say, and deep down a part of her wished that they were like her, quiet.

Soulmates, Y/N had been waiting for hers for a long time. She could remember sitting in class in fifth grade, when the teacher explained the process. She explained how everyone was born with a mark, a mark that only their other half had and she made them find that mark. Y/N’s was on her wrist, it was small, and lighter than her regular skin color, she wasn’t sure what it was at first, it just looked like a stick. But the teacher explained how the mark gets more detailed as they get older and closer to finding their person, and Y/N had noticed how that mark slowly grew into a small flower, a petal or two still missing.

Her teacher explained how every person was made for the other, and that they would feel their soulmates emotions, pain, negative thoughts, happy thoughts. They were connected and no matter what the other would always feel what their person was feeling. Y/N had learned that her person always seemed to be grumpy.

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Sana’s ability to play it cool when she talks to Yousef equally matched by his complete inability to play anything cool when he is in the general vicinity of her.

Sometimes I think about things like “as many times as it takes” and “your friend desperately wants to see you” … or the sound of Shiro’s voice when he says Keith’s name and the way Shiro and Keith look at each other like the rest of the world doesn’t exist … or even just the little notes Keith and Shiro write about each other in the Official Guidebook (or “it’s killing me when you’re away”) … and I just think to myself, I’m pretty sure there are actual romantic pairings that are canon in other shows, movies, books who have less romantic moments than Keith/Shiro have, like COME ON GUYS even if the creators of Voltron say they meant for these two to be platonic, I don’t think there’s any way for me at this point to see their interactions as anything but romantic, even if they don’t end up being explicitly canon in the show.

… I think I’ve just reached Sheith enlightenment.

Betty Cooper: Girlfriend of the Year

Betty: Doesn’t get mad at Jughead for keeping the fact that his dad’s a Serpent from her.

Betty: Visits Jughead when he’s being interrogated. Tells him she believes him.

Betty: Even after meeting his alcoholic father and realizing he clearly doesn’t have his shit together, she tells Jughead she believes his dad, too.

Betty: Asks Commands FP to come to Jughead’s birthday party because she knows how much it would mean to him.

Betty: Throws Jughead a birthday party because he’s never had one and she thinks he deserves it.

Betty: Doesn’t throw anything intentionally mean or hurtful in Jughead’s face when he goes off on her and delivers some truly low blows for putting him in a position that made him uncomfortable.

Betty: Defends Jughead to her mother and says he’s family to her.

Betty: Runs all around town looking for Jughead when he freaks out and runs away.

Betty: Even though their relationship is in turmoil, still works her ass off to clear FP’s name.

Betty: Writes an article defending FP and the Southside Serpents, even though it puts her in peril.

Betty: Hunts Jughead down at Southside High just to remind him that she cares.

Betty: When Mayor McCoy says it wouldn’t be a good look for the Jubilee to honor Jughead, she uses her speech to call him out as one of the best things Riverdale has to offer.

Betty: Tells Jughead she’s not going to give up on his father.

Betty: Tells Jughead she loves him.

Betty: Tells Jughead she supports him, even though his new alliance with the Serpents makes her a little uneasy.

Betty: Brings housewarming gifts to the Red and Black office.

Betty: Gets up at apparently the crack of dawn so she can trek across town and say good morning to Jughead in person.

Betty: Agrees to work with Toni on the cypher, even though she barely knows her and seems a little put off that Jughead kept the fact that they were hanging out from her, because she wants to support Jughead’s new friendships.

Betty: Only breaks up with Jughead because he will die if she doesn’t.

Betty: Fixes his car, reminds him how to drive it safely, and cheers him on in an illegal street race even though he’s still mad at her.

Betty: Wants the last thing Jughead hears from her, if he dies in said illegal street race, is that she doesn’t think she’ll ever stop loving him.

Some of y’all: Betty needs to learn how to take better care of her man.

This misogynistic way of thinking is the most troubling theme I’ve seen emerge in some parts of this fandom.

It implies that Betty is the only one responsible for keeping this relationship going. It implies that Betty should not be concerned about her own wants and needs, but solely devoted to keeping Jughead satisfied. It implies that even though Betty has been a model friend and partner to Jughead, there’s literally nothing she could do to ~deserve~ his love.

And I can’t speak for the rest of Betty’s fans, but I know that this type of nonsense is why I am so quick to defend her. 

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I can’t tell you how touched I am by your concern for my welfare.