shes so mad right no

I will never be over the way their conflict in this episode was resolved…

Mon-El straight up said that he was an ass and admitted that she was right and he was wrong without any prompting whatsoever. And conceded that her way of handling things was better and more effective. Plus, Rather than being upset or angry that she stepped on his heart and tricked him, he’s impressed. (all while having just been supposedly rejected by her)

One of my favorite things about him is that - even if it takes him a minute sometimes - he’s always cool with accepting his mistakes and faults and admitting when he’s wrong. He knew he had screwed up and that she had every right to be mad at him so he didn’t try to push her to forgive him or anything like that. He was there to apologize and tell her that he saw his mistakes, he saw the position he had put her in and he knew that it wasn’t right for him to do that.

Honestly, I don’t want a perfect character that never makes mistakes. I want a flawed character who can own up to it when they see where they have faltered. A character who listens to the people around them and doesn’t write off what they say for the sake of what they want. Like I said - it may take him a minute but he always gets there.

Also him acknowledging that things were easier when he was an asshat was actually a good thing. Because it’s him pointing out that he doesn’t see things or feel the same way about things as he did before.

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365 days of rory gilmore: day 51

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the fact that leslie is getting mad about ben not being treated right by his hometown when she rarely (if ever) gets really mad about the way pawnee treats her is…i just love her so much and i wish she could see how great she is

“You’re lucky you’re that pretty.”

I can’t help thinking that, deleted scene or not, this is hands-down the gayest thing Beca has ever said.  Because really, who is she talking about?  There are no guys around to be gobsmacked by Chloe’s beauty, and the rest of the Bellas don’t seem particularly fussed about the retreat.  It’s only Beca who just doesn’t want to be there.

So, really, the only person for whom Chloe’s annoyingness is currently being mitigated by her prettiness is… Beca.  Meaning she really wants to be pissed, but then she sees Chloe’s face, and she can not.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think most straight girls are typically thinking, “I’m so mad at my friend right now, but ughh she’s so hot.”  From what I know of straight girls, they do not enjoy it when their friends are prettier than them.  In fact, they hate it.

I just submitted a few days ago, but I just remember another good story and now I’m on a roll. I work front desk at a gym, we provide a babysitting service here so some members bring their kids. So I’m at the desk, and a member walks up to me and tells me there’s a kid in the women’s restroom sitting down alone and eating. Children aren’t allowed in the rest room alone, so I went in to check it out. As I’m talking to the little girl asking where her parent is, the mother pops out of the sauna to tell me she was right there. So I told her that I was notified by another member and that children can’t be alone in the restroom. She got an attitude and told me that other woman “should mind her own business.” Whatever, she didn’t seem mad at me so its fine. Right after she leaves my manager comes up to me and told me the woman was complaining about me to him, she said I was extremely rude to her and never greet her when she comes in. Which is so laughable because one, I always say hi and bye to everyone, and two, in the past she’s literally told me I’m the friendliest front desk person. Lol bitch please.

my untitled ghost story

Thank you to everyone who has expressed interest in this so far, and those who have decided to follow my entire blog to see the updates. I did some revisions on the first block of text, so please read the entire installment below. I can’t promise updates every day, but I hope to add at least 500-600 words each time. (:


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I was so flustered the first time I saw her. I ended up knocking a painting off the wall when I tried to stay out of her way. I was so embarrassed, if I’d been a white girl I’d have blushed up to my ears. I tried to make it better, really! I went to the kitchen to fill the kettle so I could put out tea, but I bumped into one of the people there to look at the house and they got so upset they just left right away.

She wasn’t mad. Not then. Certainly not at me.

She just seemed disappointed in herself. /That/ made me feel awful. I’d have followed her off the porch to apologize, if I could have. I’d figured /that/ much out months earlier. Then I remembered that trying to get the kettle was a mistake.

You have to understand, it’s hard to remember all the time that you’re dead.

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Being a ghost isn’t really all that glamorous. I mean, it’s not awful, either. More people can see and talk to us than you’d think. But would you tell someone you saw a ghost and really stick to your story? See how that goes. Walking through walls doesn’t come easily, because your brain still thinks you can’t do it. You have to really be focusing on going through. All cats can see us, some dogs. Poor things bark on and on and on and their humans don’t understand why. Haunting a house isn’t really that bad. It depends on the house. Don’t believe that old trend in stories for people to haunt houses they died in. You don’t stay where you died, you go where you can stay. You just… wake up there, if you’re not done yet. Nobody knows what makes a Haunting House. Leylines… quirks of architecture… the previous owners really loving the place. Your guess is as good as mine. And we’re not trapped there, either. You can leave anytime you want.

But just like when you’re alive, you don’t know what comes next. So… a lot of us wait. Being a ghost isn’t anything to do with what people talk about the soul or spirit or anything like that. It’s nothing but memories. That’s what you are. Every second of your life, everything you previously forgot, it all comes back. In detail. Maybe your favorite food wasn’t really as delicious as you thought, or maybe that chair you thought poked you in the back was comfier than you thought and you just didn’t like the room it was in. Nothing gets colored by what you were feeling at that particular moment. You can relive anything. There’s a ghost in the attic, young boy, who hasn’t made up his mind about moving on yet. Used to spend every afternoon in the city library, so he just sits up there, making books out of the aether and reading them again. Speaking for myself, I play Puzzle and Dragons on my phone. I guess it’s all just fragments of games I played before, put together in different ways, but that’s what they say about faces you see in your dreams, right? You don’t ever come up with anything new. You just put things together in new ways.

I guess that’s what being a ghost is. Being who you were before, but put together in a different way.
For me… I started to think differently about some things I remembered, once I got to look at them again.

‘Some things’ being girls. Pretty girls. With glasses, in particular. Like Ana.

The realtor trying to sell the house my friends and I are haunting.

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When you’re a ghost, memories aren’t just something you think about. They’re something that becomes real all over again. When you focus on a memory, it’s like you’re there all over again. Seeing it through your eyes like you did the first time, but also seeing the whole scene.

So when I started thinking back to high school and college, and even earlier… I noticed things; I noticed them again. Girls, especially. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t kick Chris Pine or Randy Orton out of a hot tub if either of them tried to join me, but… there’s girls, too. When I looked at times I spent with my girl friends, there were times when maybe I meant it more than I realized, when I told them they were beautiful. Times I regretted having to stop just a little too much if we were at the beach and getting each other’s backs. The memories were so much more real than when they really happened. I didn’t have Mom always asking when I was going to introduce her to my boyfriend. I wasn’t caught up in the moment of finding my date for school dances. I mean, I dated, and enjoyed myself (enjoyed the hell out of myself, if you catch my drift), but I never really had any relationships that mattered. I had friends, and some friends with benefits, and there was the odd kiss or ‘incidental’ action with girls in some of my wilder moments. Now those 'wilder moments’ seemed to mean so much more. I also relived watching the remake of Chicago and /boy howdy/ did I ever have some opinions about Lucy Liu.

It’s a shame you have to be dead for things to make so much more sense. (This is why we need better representation for bisexuals in movies and on tv. It would have made things a heck of a lot simpler if I’d been made to understand that that was an option.) As an aside, if you’re reading this, and you’ve got concerns about where in the variety pack of human sexuality you fall, please talk to someone. Don’t make the mistake I did and dismiss it or think it’ll pass. (Asexuals and Arros, I’m here for you guys too, even if you think you’re outside the variety pack.)

There’s another way of 'making it real’ again. Like my friend with the books, they’re something that just get created out of… whatever it is we’re made of. I don’t like saying 'ectoplasm’ because that’s so dominated by pop culture and we’ve got no way of accurately testing it on us. So… okay, don’t kinkshame me, but I made my college roommate. She’s got more mass than a book, so… I don’t know how to explain it other than, I wasn’t 'there’ as much as I was before. Someone who could see us would see two ghosts, but we’d be fainter. And… well, I redid a Truth-Or-Dare moment when we kissed. It was /amazing/. Even at half strength. I was so surprised that I lost focus and the memory of her faded out and I was back to full right away. It felt weirdly masturbatory though, so it wasn’t something I wanted to try again (For one thing, if Hank came down from the attic and saw me, I’m not sure how I’d explain it to him. He was/is only eleven.) Marisol, one of the other ghosts in the house, stays on the back porch and gives up most of herself to keep the lawn and the empty feeders covered in birds, and she’s fine with that, but I prefer to be at full strength.

Of course, when you’re at full strength all the time, it’s a lot easier to make things move, and while that’s great if you’re trying to ward people off, it’s a lot less convenient when someone is trying to sell your house.

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So shiny! So chrome!

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You know what I thought, the first time I saw you? If only I could touch that man… Just once. 

okay but can we talk about my QUEEENNN rosita???? Shes literally such a badass bitch and she saved everyone by having extensive knowledge about dynamite?? Also she has so much respect for herself and she wont let anyone take that away from her!! I hate when people just reduce her down to being a mean bitch :(( shes been through enough and shes lost so many people, she has a right to be mad at the world! AT THE END OF THE DAY SHES STILL STANDING LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS

anonymous asked:

If you're in band (or ever have been) has your director ever started the song and NOBODY was ready? Like this happened during a football game and she was so mad... I'm in band right now and these students are making a fort out of music stands...

dude, YES!!!!! but oh my god if that ever happened, out band knew we were going to die. like if a song was ever STARTED and we werent ready,we were probably not going to make it home that night like we got chewed the fuck out

anonymous asked:

bronte i need to vent cause i'm so mad right now. There's this girl i follow on twitter that says she's proud of british people for protesting trump, yet she's pro brexit and says that one thing has nothing to do with the other. like? why are some people so dumb

oh my god i know… tfw hate crimes have soared between 41% and 49% since brexit but it’s nothing like trump’s america whatsoever because that would mean leave voters would have to take responsibility for the effects of their actions rather than just pointing the finger across the atlantic

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

USE THE FUCKING PROPER PRONOUNS.

The magazine specifically says “Transitioning Male to Female” but they continue to say “how HIS family is supporting him” and “HE is finally happy”

I can’t imagine how much courage it took for her to come out, especially since her life is almost completely public. If she is transitioning to female, then PLEASE respect that and publish the correct pronouns on the cover of your magazine. I don’t know much about the Kardashians/Jenners but I’ve been seeing these magazines everywhere lately. For god’s sake, People, get it fucking right or don’t publish it.