so i thought 'hey lets post that shit on my shitty blog'

okay, hi. it’s me—the annoyance in this fandom. and i’d like to talk about something, so bear with me.

there’s a problem in this fandom that doesn’t need to be discussed. why not? it’s not up for discussion, basically. it’s up to you all to sit back and learn that this shit you all are pulling needs to be stopped. period.

i’m breaking it up to a couple of core parts so you all know what i’m talking about.

first of all, let’s talk about the islamophobia and racism in this fandom.

here’s the deal: shut up and listen. is that too hard? then just shut up and close your browser. delete your blog. take a walk. go on with your shitty life.

i don’t know why this needs to be explained—seriously. i don’t understand it. it’s not physics or the study of runes. it’s the basic thing called logic thinking and common decency at the least.

you’re all doing something incredibly harmful and it’s not okay. when you started calling a brown character a rat i—i thought it was a joke. and when it was pointed out it’s racist, by people of colour in this fandom, you kept doing it. why? do you take enjoyment in calling brown people rats? do you think you can get away with it? guess you can, but you can stop doing it to people of colour. it’s disgusting.

next. the idea of this season is: please don’t let me be misunderstood. the reverse of this? please don’t let me be understood. just so we’re clear. there’s no reverse. the song was in reverse, the message was clear. so you can shut up about that.

so when the fight broke up, and sana was hiding in the bathroom stall, what did we hear? the two white random, irrelevant white girls talking about how they thought (assumed, didn’t know but talked anyway) it was about homosexuality, and how muslims are homophobic. was it there for the lols? no. it was there for us. to know. that it wasn’t about that.

my point: shut the fuck up about it. it’s tiresome, getting old, it’s toxic. if you keep talking about this, you’re spreading harmful messages to others. what messages? that muslims are homophobic. which they can be, i’m not saying some aren’t. i’m saying that that’s not the point of this season and that non-muslims are equally likely to be homophobic. don’t believe me? wow, i guess it’s something that has been fed to you by media representation and… dare i say it? people talking shit of shit they don’t know on social platforms. precisely what you’re doing right now.

second thing we need to talk about: the series. yes! let’s talk about what content we have right now and why us people of colour and why muslims are upset, shall we? (note: we have all the right to be upset.)

let’s first get this out of the way: we know it’s written this way to prove some point later on in the season. probably something along the lines of muslim and brown boys not all being homophobic and shit. you know. that thing you keep shutting your eyes from. we understand that, we know that.

we’re just. not. happy. about how it’s written. it’s kind of doing a lot of damage right now. look at some of the messages some people (people of colour, muslims, muslim people of colour) receive. and what we should be getting is much more healthy scenes between muslims, muslims and people of non-faith, people of colour and white people, to weigh up to the damage its doing. we don’t get that much of that. and it’s frustrating, because we understand why (sana’s lonely) but there are so many ways to portray loneliness than completely erase healthy interactions between people on the fucking screen.

don’t bring up the hei briskeby videos, because they don’t count. i’m talking about the real episodes here. the real clips. the clips that the casual viewer will watch.

so yes. the series itself is… partially at fault here. the writing, i would say. especially filming only the people of colour in a fight and—wow. that chokehold they had on the only black guy? yikes.

what’s worse is that they surely know—or at least have a slight idea—of what outbreak their clips will give. and they keep doing it. keep feeding this shit to us, and leave us to either deal with it, or completely shut down our inboxes. which results into people thinking we’re selfish, because we don’t answer their wish to learn more about culture and islam and the experiences people of colour have.

third thing we need to talk about: vilde and noora. yup. i’m putting them on the agenda.

i, as a lesbian of colour, wholeheartedly believe that vilde’s character is poorly written this season. she’s obviously not too different from earlier seasons, but she’s definitely had more emphasis on her ignorance, and how that ignorance is dealt with is—less acceptable. i do believe, on top of that, that she will be “redeemed” (i’m just not sure i’ll buy into it) and that she will learn, apologise and maybe grow the last episode or something, since we won’t be getting any more.

but what bugs me the most about the way they’re writing her this season is that, she’s coded as possibly lesbian (or bi, if you prefer, but i’m gonna talk about her being lesbian, and you can make your own post about her being bisexual). and she’s literally the only character fully coded this way. if you’re interested in why, just… google it. believe it or not, we aren’t google. but the key point is that she is doing a lot of what us lesbians perceive as compulsory heterosexuality. and they completely villainised a potential lesbian this season which is just falling into the same shit people have done over and over again. lesbians are bad, lesbians are racist, lesbians are this and fucking that and that pisses me off. if, by the off chance, she eventually is canonically declared as lesbian, i’m not sure i will rejoice or throw my phone through my computer screen. they ruined her character to me, they ruined a (coded) lesbian to me, a lesbian, simply because they wanted to put her to be the ignorant girl who keeps shitting all over sana.

and noora. man. i’m not too mad about noora as a character herself. she’s flawed, she has her good moments and shit. but she takes up so much of her own storyline from sana’s. it’s a mess. she’s talking about herself, her problems with dickhelm, and sure, that’s what friends do—talk about what bothers you. but we’re so frustrated that she’s once again on the screen, talking about the same old thing, and rip the minutes that could’ve been spent on sana from our hands.

don’t get me wrong. we all know that sana is a listener. but there’s a line. and they jump over it, time and time again.

and then there’s the misogyny in this fandom that needs to be addressed. and this is a harder one, because it’s hard to spot.

during the course of season three—up to this day, i see this shit—people keep shitting on sonja and emma for no other reason than them being girls who got hurt in the process. sonja? remember her? she got cheated on. and while even kept saying he felt controlled by her you somehow got the idea that she’s toxic. she isn’t. a toxic relationship would not end with isak thanking sonja for the help she’s given. she knows even and—well, at the most, she might have been a bit controlling because she doesn’t understand that even is his own person with or without his bipolar disorder.

and emma? she outed isak, which is fucked up and there’s no excuse. but stop thinking she’s the absolute villain to isak’s life because she’s a girl, who got hurt, in the process. accept that, move on, because isak sure did.

you thought i’d end there? really? nope. ain’t gonna happen. i’m gonna bring up vilde specifically again.

you think she’s just a dumb ignorant islamophobe? partially true. she’s islamophobic and is not a good friend to sana. she’s ignorant, yes. but you’re reducing her character to something she isn’t. you’re reducing her to the blonde dumb girl, which is just as shitty as people defending her islamophobic behaviour. her islamophobia does not correlate to her dealing with whatever she’s dealing with (compulsory heterosexuality, if you will), but if you reduce her to a two-dimensional character it’s quite misogynistic itself. if you’re woman and doing that—check yourself in the mirror.

same goes for noora, basically, but i don’t think anyone is genuinely despising her for anything else than the shitty line here and there and the serious screentime she’s clocking.

we also had a run in with the lovely subjects of biphobia and ableism too. you all can’t stop anywhere, can you?

since we aren’t discussing, let me just point out these things:

bisexuality does not equate to cheater. a cheater can be of any sexuality. the stereotype is that bisexual people are cheaters is harmful and it ends here. whether a bisexual person/character has cheated can be discussed without bringing in their bisexuality to the conversation.

and mental illness… it seems it’s harder for you to grasp this part. so let me put it this way: think of the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. called your teacher mum and everyone laughed? peed yourself in public? pretended to talk on the phone and your phone ended up ringing? whatever. the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. think of that. feel what you felt at that point. oh my god, what did people think of you?

do you want your crush or your partner of a few months know… that? say it involved a second person. say you… shat yourself on your best friend’s expensive, newly bought couch, felt so embarrassed you left the house and deleted all your social media and never answered their calls.

say your partner brings them up.

would you… tell them that?

i don’t mean to trivialise mental illness here (i’m struggling with my own). it’s much more complex (guilt, self-blaming, embarrassment, sadness) than what i’m saying here. i’m just breaking it down to a point where hopefully even the most abled person can understand.

you’re expecting someone who deals with this every day to just tell their partner. it’s not that easy. it’s a lot of compartmentalising that needs to be done, so you can tell that story without breaking down completely. what happened to even broke him enough to switch to a new school. that’s not something you just tell someone, regardless if you’re together with them, without having thought it through for weeks—even months—and analysed each possible turnout and reaction. that’s not something you tell someone unless you really, really, really need to.

that’s not to say that it’s… bad. that even and sana weren’t honest with isak from the start. but it’s what it is. even isn’t perfect. sana isn’t perfect. isak isn’t perfect. none of these characters are completely perfect. why not? because they’re supposed to be realistic, human and resound to us. we’re supposed to be able to relate to them, in a way.

lastly, but most importantly: stop thinking you’re so bloody entitled to send shitty asks to people, especially the muslims, people of colour and disabled people of this fandom.

now that i’ve said my piece, kindly don’t find your way into my inbox and think it’s time to discuss. as i said, it’s not up for discussion.

don’t understand what i’m talking about? congratulations, you just won the prize: read this post again until you get it.

peace the fuck out.

xmarblox  asked:

*pops outta nowhere* Hello! I just found out your blog and i love it!!I just wanted to ask you.. i found this mc rape thing you uploaded... could you add to them V and saeran reactions? Unlimited love to you~~~ <3

Here ←the link to the original post!

Yes! Here-some angst for you all, my children

**rolls off into the darkness

—-sensitive shit ahead pls be warned

P.S. I’m not doing V omg he’s been through enough let the poor boy live!!

(⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)


  • If you could envision anger as a light switch, consider his flipped to ’on’
  • He still doesn’t have a great grasp on his emotions, so he ends up smashing his fist into the bedroom door and a few walls when you tell him, causing some holes
  • The thought of this happening to you literally makes him so mad he could kill
  • He’s never cared for anyone in his life other than Saeyoung when they were young
  • So the fact that he was in love with you, and knew this happened
  • That someone dared to fucking touch you
  • Made him angered to the point of being light-headed
  • When he finally caught his breath again he pulled you into his chest for a super tight hug
  • Partially because he felt his eyes welling up and he didn’t want you to see
  • Saeyoung notices he’s been acting off lately
  • More distant than usual etc
  • They’re twins so he’s sensitive to this stuff
  • This snoop, he waits until Saeran is out and hacks in to the computer to see what the hell he’s been doing
  • When he comes back Saeyoung confronts him, demanding an explanation as to why he’s searching for this person?
    • “You idiot. Why can’t you ever mind your own business,” he huffed after explaining the situation. “And save your breath. You’re not talking me out of it if that’s what you’re thinking.”
    • “I’m going to help you.”
    • “…Are you serious?”
    • “Saeran, after what you just told me…No one hurts my sister and gets away with it.
  • With the both of them combined it was a piece of cake to find the asshole.
  • And he wasn’t far from where you lived currently
  • As soon as you were asleep they quietly left together, jumping into one of Saeyoung’s cars
  • They found the person exiting a bar, stumbling down an empty alleyway
  • Saeran didn’t even wait for the car to stop he freaking jumps out like a ninja, sprinting after the person
  • Saeyoung skidded to a stop and rushed to go after him before he took things too far
    • “Hey you piece of shit,” Saeran called to him coldly.
    • “What didjoo juss say to me yoo-”
  • Before he could finish, Saeran landed a forceful kick between his legs
  • He immediately projectile vomited a belly full of alcohol and shitty bar food
  • Crouched over in pain, Saeran grabbed him by the hair, slamming his face several times into the stinking puddle
  • He only got a kick to the mans face and ribs before Saeyoung grabbed his arm to pull him back a little bit
    • “You smell like shit,” Saeran fumed.
    • “Come on Saeran. That’s enough,” Saeyoung demanded.
  • He bent down close to the mans face as he grimaced in agony, Saerans voice was flat and very matter-of-fact
    • “If I ever see you near MC again. If you ever touch another person. I’ll come back without my brother, and finish the job, you pathetic sack of shit.”
  • And with that they left him there, moaning in pain covered in his own puke.
[Why I Love] - Chpt. 8


Negan x Addison 

A/N: So I had finished chapter 8 too, and thought about whether or not to post it, but it’s pretty short so I decided to just go for it xx 

Chapter 7 || Masterlist 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Daryl’s name lingered in Negan’s ear, especially after knowing what he meant to Addison. He tilted his head to the right, trying to ignore this strange feeling at the pit of his stomach. Although she wasn’t his, he felt a little jealous. Besides, for all he knew Spencer could be lying to stir up trouble. “Just like that, huh?”  Negan wondered. 

“You can do to them what you like. At least you know who is loyal to you” He answered. 

Not only was this weasel a piece of shit, but he would actually throw his own people under the bus. What pissed Negan off even more, was the idea that Spencer assumed he would bend backwards for his spineless ass. He pushed his arm off his shoulder. 

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Daddy Issues  Bucky x Reader Part One

Originally posted by maryjosez

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Characters: Avengers

Contains: Fight Scenes and LOTS of swearing

A/N: Just so you guys know, this is my first post on this blog and my first written fanfiction on tumblr, so I hope you guys enjoy it and stuffs. Have fun nerding out on Marvel shit!

I don’t really have a life. If you considered what I have as a “life” then it’s a pretty shitty one. There is something different about me that many people can’t and don’t know about. While this might sound like the introduction to a teenage dystopian book where the main character has some ridiculous name and is described as plain, but breathtakingly beautiful at the same time, and is involved in a ridiculous love triangle where any pairing sounds painfully awkward, it’s true. My name is Wicker Basket. Can’t you just smell the sarcasm? But in all honesty, I am very plain. Painfully average in fact. Below average. There is nothing special about me appearance-wise. I know! SHOCKER!!! A descendant of Thor and unattractive? NOOOOOOOO!


While I am a descendant of the Avenger, he has no idea that I exist and I would like to keep it that way. The only thing about me that is remotely relevant to him are my stretch marks which look like I was struck by lightning over and over again. I am not a size 0, in fact I am a size 10, I am not a gorgeous viking, but a boring flaming pile of trash, and i am not seductive in any way. That all went to my brother. Because somehow, in a lineage of gods, that look absolutely breathtaking, I end up looking like the ass of an elephant. WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BAD GENES COME FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

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Journal Entry #12

Alright I’m really stepping into the lion’s den here. Time to get edgy with it.

So I found this blog.

She’s already blocked me so I can’t tag her in this post but
@chinon here has been like the side commentator through this whole ordeal so, hey buddy, if you find this, pass the fire on.

So it all begins with this post I read from her. I’ll leave it here.

I understand that going through a situation like this could put anyone on edge. Dealing with people under the influence could range from being a simple nuisance to lethal. I’ve been through that before.
I thought the way she handled her situation was a bit over the top (just based off what I know from the post) but it was handled appropriately nonetheless.

But here’s what got me thinking.

Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but what this sentence is telling me is that this woman was expecting another confrontation with this guy sooner or later, implying that whatever business these two had before, it wasn’t left as a shut and closed case. Although this part would contradict my claim.

So what else could’ve been “dragging out” between you two if you didn’t want to see him again?
But you know what, in the meantime, I’ll just chalk this up to poor choice of wording, happens to the best of us. But something else caught my attention.

From what I know from this post, this is all what the guy actually did.

This is the woman’s take on what he was doing.

This kind of thought process is not unfamiliar to me. This is someone who’s been through hell and back.
And it’s nearly impossible to have a life like that without developing deep rooted biases and preconceived notions of certain types of people.
I’m not saying what she thinks isn’t worth validation. As a matter of fact. some of what she has to say I actually agree with. But based on the actions this guy took (based off this post), this guy in no way was trying to abuse this woman. Harassing, yes. He was being a nuisance. But that seems to have been the extent of it.
Him being drunk is barely an excuse to justify his actions. But his actions mean something. Unless this man is truly unable to hear someone out that doesn’t align with his interests (unlike someone I know), he could be just confused. If I had sex with someone and they didn’t want to have a relationship with me, a couple of years ago, that would’ve confused the hell out of me. Like really fuck me up. But I know now that hoes are just gonna do what hoes do. I’m just giving the benefit of a doubt where I can.

Just pointing this segment out to clarify that I know I’m not getting the whole picture between this dynamic. This is a rather suspicious sidenote to add on though.

So this is where things get spicy.

I send her a piece of pretty crass, but straightforward advice.

First off:
I never said that it’s your fault that men don’t respect you.
I never implied that I was excusing shitty men behavior.

I did say, “Just stop fucking with bitch niggas…”
I did imply that you don’t have to deal with people that purposefully treat you wrong for long periods of time. It can take less than a semester.

I know that sometimes there’s just no dodging an asshole. But you can be rid of them relatively quickly. You can even go as far as to never have sex with them in the first place, and you would be more better off than how you began. Crazy, right?

I could see that you were having a tough time understanding what I was saying. I don’t entirely blame you. You have deep rooted biases and preconceived notions. We all do, some more than others. So I tried explaining more in depth here (sorta).

I love how she sorta included everything else I said but in her twisted point of view. I’d show a screenshot of what I actually said, but I don’t have access to them anymore.

So here’s the part I’m assuming really triggered this woman.

And I still stick by this claim. It’s basic human interaction. She probably missed the part where I also said, “depending on the kind of person they are.” But I won’t fault her for that.

This is also what I went on to say though (if memory serves me well). I put out a quote that I remembered a while back.

“You deserve the sex you receive”.

I went on to talk about how the sex she had with this guy before, that meant something, whether she knew that or not. It definitely meant something to him, and she should’ve been more sensitive to that.
But even disregarding that, sex itself is not something that can be shallow or care free, despite people’s best efforts. How people have sex and who they have sex with speaks volumes about that person. Just the act itself, it’s an invasion of your own privacy and space that you are willingly letting someone else occupy. You put a level of faith and trust in that person, no matter how significant. This rings especially true for women, who most times are on the receiving end of sex, the most vulnerable position in sex. And to put yourself willingly in such a compromising state for another person is not something to just brush off. So whatever comes out of a decision like that, you’ll most likely deserve it, good or bad.

Funny how she never made a comment on this though.

I also went on to say that I practice what I preach and that I know living ain’t easy. And that’s about all I remember.

So @clearmind-healthybeing, this is my final reply to you.

Life can be shit. Utter, total shit. You know that more personally than I do. If what you say is true, if I had gone what you went through, I wouldn’t be here today. I’d either be dead, on the run, hospitalized or some other god forsaken situation. My intention was never to disrespect you or harass you (although at this point, I can understand if you consider this harassment, so I’m making sure this is final), and I was not victim blaming you for anything you did. I’m sure in plenty of ways you have great qualities. I saw your blog and found “Vegetarian” and I was sold.
Respect I see is a big factor for you, and I respect that. And I hope that you see through this post that I was trying to understand your point of view and give you the benefit of the doubt where I could. You were unable to give me that same respect, but I understand, I won’t hold that against you. I apologize for anything that I said that made you upset, I only meant to say those things for your best interests. I can’t begin to imagine the struggles you go through as a woman, which I know is worlds different than a man’s life, but I can relate to you as a PoC and someone who has been through their own version of hell. I know it feels like sometimes the whole world is against you, that in a way, everyone’s got a dick and they all want to fuck you with it and leave you to wallow in their remains. But we just gotta push through that shit and learn, adapt. But sometimes we gotta take a chance too. To be vulnerable and accepting and hope for the best. And if shit don’t work out, push it out of the way to minimize the damage. If we’re stuck living, might as well make the most of it.

And as for you @chinon, got something else clever to say?

littlemoretouchme-deactivated20  asked:

harry x cedric nonmagic meet on internet au gO

harry x cedric nonmagic meet on internet au gO


k gonna shake it up a little bit, harry’s family life is more or less the same as in canon – he lives w/ his aunt n uncle who are horrible awful sacks of shit but he goes to boarding school b/c his parents’ will specifically set aside money for his education at the same school they went to.

  • harry fuckin loves school, not the school part of it but he loves the boarding school life b/c he gets to hang out w/ his friends and live in a place that’s healthy and safe for him and he plays soccer and he just. loves it. that’s what home is.

  • but summer’s pretty great once the weasleys invite him in b/c they’re his True Family obviously.

  • they’re scraping by b/c school’s expensive but bill, charlie, and percy were all scholarship kids, and so’s ginny. still keeping the twins and ron in school is expensive as hell but that’s what they choose to devote p much all of their income to because molly and arthur literally care about nothing in the world like they care about offering their kids the best life and experience possible

  • good things happen to good people and the summer harry’s sixteen, the weasleys win a good chunk of money and spend half the summer in egypt where their oldest son works!!

  • the shitty thing is that they’d love for harry to come but he doesn’t have a passport or anything and the dursleys sure as hell aren’t gonna help him and it sucks balls but harry’s stuck at the dursleys’ place for the summer

  • all the weasley kids are So Heated and fred and george try to fake paperwork and ginny raves for like 3 days and it is altogether an Unpeaceful time in the weasley house b/c molly and arthur are like “WE KNOW but we can’t literally force them” and harry feels sick to his stomach when he thinks of a summer w/ the dursleys but he does his best to make sure the weasleys can’t tell because he’s harry potter and repressing emotions is his specialty

  • hermione’s gonna be in france with her family for half the summer too but harry’s like okay i just gotta get through half of the summer and make it suck as little as possible

  • the weasleys leave and harry’s shitty time begins

  • he spends most of his time wandering around but he starts hanging out in the library ‘cause it’s hot as hell and he may as well work on his summer reading

  • but he’s a fairly unmotivated student so like naturally he winds up on the internet instead

  • he mostly checks up on sports things and watches netflix (hermione lets him share her account because she’s great) and keeps in touch with ron and hermione

  • he does not know how or why but he binge watches the first three seasons of glee and he talks to ron n hermione about pretty much everything but this is a new low he cannot admit to this most grievous of sins

  • thus the birth of harry’s tumblr

  • harry potter is a very embarrassing and very passionate glee blogger for like 3 weeks

  • there are a lot of rainbow gifs it’s a dark time

  • he doesn’t know why but even after his glee fever calms down he keeps wasting his time on this ridiculous n functionally useless website

  • one day he sees a post that Resonates with him on a deep level

  • “sometimes i feel like tumblr doesn’t even care about sports” - tumblr user fishingboatproceeds

  • harry’s like YEAH. YEAH. YEAH… YEAH and scrolls through the tags on the post to try to find His People

  • it’s just a bunch of ppl who fight nerds or something talking about their dad what the fuck

  • but there’s this one guy who added a rly long and impassioned commentary about how Important soccer is and harry reads it like “IM SAME” so he goes to his blog and his name is cedric and he mostly cares about sports but he also cares about social justice and he talks about his life sometimes and he’s funny and he answers when people ask him for advice and he’s just an a+ sort of guy

  • (harry knows this because he spent more time than he will ever admit going Way Back into his blog archive oops but he finds out that cedric totally had a glee phase even more intense and embarrassing than his own and files this information away for future reference)

  • but he follows him and like. slowly gets an internet crush on him. because cedric’s so thoughtful and good at putting his thoughts into words and there’s this confidence with which he puts his opinions forward and harry just really really likes it (literally he hits like on basically everything cedric posts oops)

  • cedric notices and because he’s cedric and he’s lovely n warm n friendly he sends harry a message that’s like “hey i see you on my blog a lot you seem very cool and you like soccer, god please talk to me about soccer no one on this website cares about sports and sports are Important”

  • when harry opens his inbox and sees it he’s like [heart eyes emoji] for a second and then he’s like “NO okay chill play it cool potter play it cool”

  • n they start messaging each other and harry’s trying Real Hard not to fall for an internet boy but like. he’s so warm and he always knows what to say and he’s teasing but like thoughtful n sweet and. he’s falling for the internet boy fuck.

  • (cedric meanwhile is falling for the internet boy a tiny bit but he’s like “NO you gotta be a bud you can’t do that, the guy clearly needs friends first and foremost, don’t fall for the internet boy DO NOT do it”)

  • ((he’s so doing it anyway))

  • and soon that Thing happens that happens whenever you really connect with someone on the internet, where little bits of your life get dropped into the conversation and you’re not sure when it happens but soon they just know you and you know them and you’re part of each others lives just like your IRL friends are and it’s gay in a lot of ways

  • ron and hermione are starting to think something’s Up bc the way harry talks to them is a little different, he just seems to be in a better mood in general so there’s gotta be Something but they’re not sure /what/ and usually when they’re skyping or w/e the conversation turns to what’s got harry in such a good mood

  • “he’s probably just happy that manchester united won –” “not everything in the world revolves around soccer ronald” “everything in harry’s world does” “harry’s entire emotional state is not contingent on the success of a sports team that’s you –” “i resent that –”

  • hermione and ron get back though!!!! and they’re all sitting around hermione’s room laughing and talking about thw twins almost getting arrested in cairo and harry’s like “i told cedric about the thing with the fireworks they did last year –” and hermione’s like “wait who” and ron’s like “who what” harry’s like “frick”

  • “nobody he’s jsut a person just a Bro nobody” “harry potter you are not a good liar” “Internet Bros leave me alone” “if there are hearts and winky faces –” “bro hearts”

  • ron is the one to pull the He Could Be An Internet Killer thing i think and hermione’s like “seriously ron. seriously” and ron’s like “i’m jUST SAYING” and he’s a little serious about it b/c like. he’s just lookin out for his bro.

  • cedric is the one to ask The Question of whether they’re gonna meet b/c /conveniently/ they live near enough for it to be feasible and harry’s like “heRMIONE HELP” and hermione is like “obviously??” and so harry spends like an hour making sure that his “yes” is Appropriately Chill

  • n then he calls ron and hermione like “guys help. Help”

  • hermione’s like “did you pick a date and a place and things you should /probably/ do that” and ron’s like “what do you wear on your first date with your internet boyfriend” and harry’s like “neither of you are helpful right now”

  • (they /do/ pick a place and a date and it’s decided that hermione and ron are driving harry n as long as everything’s good they’ll go watch a movie or something while harry and cedric have their not-a-date meeting)

  • the day before harry’s acting nervous and hermione’s like “you know each other really well it’ll be fine” and he’s like “no but what if he’s way hotter than i am” and hermione’s like “you’re a decent looking guy and you’ve grown like a foot this summer please calm down” and ron’s like “yeah besides how hot can he be his name is cedric i don’t think that’s a hot name” “okay ronald bilius”

  • the day of harry is Being Chill and they’re meeting in a park and the trio arrive and ron and hermione are halfway Being Chill and halfway looking around protectively until this Very Good Looking guy with a cute grin and a soccer ball under one arm strides up and smiles and harry is definitely not the embodiment of a heart eyes emoji he is Playing It Cool

  • murmured under the breath of hermione and ron: “not a hot guy name huh” “this is why i’m the straight one”

  • harry n cedric grin dumbly at each other for a second and cedric laughs and doesn’t really think before he’s like “you are slightly shorter but no less cute than i anticipated” and harry’s like i gotta be clever say something clever and he’s like “yeah well i know about your glee phase” (nice one potter) and cedric just laughs and it’s. cute.

  • they spend most of the day playing soccer and laughing and joking and being fun cute boys and cedric gets more goals than harry does and he’s teasing and smug about it

  • when they leave they both kinda wanna kiss each other but ron and hermione are waiting on harry and cedric’s like “maybe not /right now/” but he can’t just do something dumb like fist bump or whatever wtf so he settles for messing up harry’s hair and smiling

  • and all the way back harry’s light n happy and hermione’s like “internet bros huh” and harry’s like “shh” and ron’s like “i’m glad they’re boyfriends /i’m/ harry’s bro, you’re not allowed to find bros on the internet i’m the bro” “shhh”

  • and that’s how it starts and by the end of the summer they’re Boyfriends and they’re cute and cedric doesn’t let harry live down losing to him at soccer and its cute shh

Light up the Dark

So I’m finally cross-posting this here from my ao3 account. I would have done it sooner but that would have required some editing and I’ve just been lazy :-). I figured I might as well put it on my blog (after 3 months lol) just to archive it.

Warnings: Try not to cry I guess.

Disclaimer: This is not a writing blog. I just like to very occasionally write fan fiction when I have the time (and I usually don’t).

To be honest, Jungkook had no idea what to expect when his mother (without his permission) signed him up to be a volunteer at the small local hospital. He imagined wearing a girly striped smock while cringing as he changed a sickly, middle-aged man’s bed pan. He imagined wanting to tear his ears off after hours of listening to elderly patients gripe about backhanded politics, overly complicated technology, and how his ear piercings made him look like some kind of “flamboyant thug.” Hell he even imagined getting roped in a doctor’s desperate plan to save a patient’s life who’s been impaled by a stop sign like in those ER shows he secretly binge watches when no one’s at home.

What he didn’t expect was to be led to the long-term stay ward by a pale, blond haired nurse, who looked like he rather curl up in the nearest comfortable spot and take a nap then be a full-time medical worker and be introduced a teenage boy with bright red hair and an even brighter toothy grin sitting upright in scratchy, white hospital bed sheets.

“Jungkook, this is Jimin.” The nurse drawled out with a deep, but lazy tone. “Jimin, this is Jungkook. He’s the volunteer assigned to you to keep you company for a few hours a week. Try not to scare this one off with your greasiness.”

The boy, Jimin apparently, let out a high-pitched laugh. “Ah Yoongi hyung I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would I scare away someone as handsome as Jungkook here.” He ended with a flirtatious smirk and eye-smile directed towards said boy, making Jungkook highly consider turning about face and walking straight out of this hospital without even a glance back, but despite himself he stay rooted to the same spot sporting an annoyed look on his ‘handsome’ face.

“You see that’s what I’m talking about.” Yoongi let out an exasperated breath and turned to leave Jungkook to his fate but stopped to give Jungkook a side long look. “Hey this might be asking much but please be patient with Jimin. He’s a good kid, an annoying little shit at times, but a good kid nonetheless.” Jungkook just nodded at Yoongi’s sagely advice as said nurse shuffled away, kind of struck speechless at the fact that a medical professional would call someone a ‘little shit’.

Jungkook wearily walked towards the empty chair that was adjacent to smiling boy’s hospital bed and sat down. A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed by as Jimin stared at the teenage boy waiting for him to open his mouth and Jungkook stared out of the large sliding window, determined to avoid looking at the guy that had some nerve to openly flirt with him 10 seconds after meeting him.

“Ah I see, you’re the shy type. I guess that means I’ll have to be the ice breaker.” Jimin rubbed his chin in a comical, but contemplating manner. “I know,” he snapped his fingers as an idea popped inside his mind. “Want to know what I’m dying from?”

Snapping his attention away from watching a bird bully a squirrel, Jungkook couldn’t help to give the red-haired boy a wide eyed ‘are-you-serious’ look. He couldn’t believe that came out of someone’s mouth.

“I see that got your attention.” Jimin gave him smug smirk (that looked suspiciously similar to the flirty one he gave Jungkook a few minutes ago, Jungkook noted wearily). “Yeah well I have cancer-leukemia to be exact. I actually had it when I was little kid and it was thought it was gone and I was in remission but then BAM!” Jimin clapped his hands for emphasis, startling Jungkook a bit. “A few months after my 17th birthday I get the news that it’s come back.” He let out a short sigh before plastering a genuine grin on his face. “Such a life, but enough about that boring stuff. I want to know about you.”

All Jungkook could do was stare, absolutely befuddled at the sight before. How could someone, anyone, talk about dying from a terminal illness as if they were discussing the weather. There was only one thing Jungkook could think of to respond with.

“You’re…really strange, you know that?”

“Haha, thanks!”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”


Strangely enough Jungkook found himself back in the same wooden chair the next couple days, partially ignoring Jimin as he whined at him for barely answering his rapid fire questions. Even Yoongi raised a blond eyebrow as Jungkook signed in for work at the front desk earlier that day.

“Oh so I guess the kid didn’t scare you off yet with his shitty attempts at flirting.”

“Jungkookie~” His name was annoyingly drawn out, snapping him out of his musings.


“You’re ignoring me when I’m trying to ask you questions.” He put on a childish pout. “I swear kids these days are so disrespectful to their elders.”

“Okay first I don’t know why you feel the need to ask me so many questions; I’m not that interesting. And second you’re only two years older than me, though I have hard time believing that.” Jungkook eyes roamed over Jimin’s shorter stature and slightly chubby cheeks.

“Aish, this kid.” The red-haired teen gave him a faux glare before slipping into his usual smile. “But what do you mean you’re not interesting. Everyone has something interesting about them, like…do you collect anything?”


“Play any sports?”

“Not really.” That was kind of lie. Jungkook was actually really good at sports, but participating in organized sports never appealed to him.

“Know anyone famous like Big Bang?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that one. “Of course not.”

It amazed Jungkook how someone who was sick with such an aggressive illness could be so energetic. His dark eyes lit up when Jungkook walked in the room and had yet to stop shining as he roamed around the slightly spacious room while talking about everything and nothing.

“Come on everyone has something about themselves that’s interesting. How about music?”


“Yeah like can you play an instrument? Or sing, dance?”

Jungkook was just going to say “no” but thought better to tell the truth to maybe end this meaningless conversation. “Well, uh, I can sing, I guess.” He averted his eyes, embarrassed at his admission. Not many people knew about his love of singing. That privilege usually belonged to his parents, brother, his old childhood friend, and his shower at home.

A calm silence spread throughout the room after Jungkook’s admission. Averting his dark eyes back to a now silent Jimin, Jungkook was surprise to see a soft look gracing Jimin’s face, taking place of the usual flirty grin.

“You can sing?” He asked softly, more softly than he’s ever been since they both met.

“Uh yeah, nothing special.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders as his eyes desperately flitted around the room looking for anything, something to distract him from the strange look the usual jubilant boy gave him. They finally settled on the various “Get Well Soon” cards strangely organized on Jimin’s mostly cluttered desk.

“Can you sing for me sometime?” The question had Jungkook refocus his attention to Jimin, who still had that weird look on his face. For some reason Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to look away this time.

“I’ll…think about.” Jungkook answered surprising himself.

Jimin let out an amused snort at the younger’s cryptic answer. “You know I actually wanted to be a singer, an idol even.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to let out an amused snort. “Really?” To tell you the truth Jungkook couldn’t even imagine being one of K-pop’s many idols. Sure he loved Big Bang and highly admired G-Dragon, but you couldn’t pay him enough (or not pay in some cases) to have makeup caked up on his face almost every day, do body rolls and hip thrusts in front thousands of teenage girls, and have very risqué fanfiction written about him and one of his bandmate (or in some scenarios all of them). He just rather stay in Busan and loudly play video games with Taehyung, low key stalk G-Dragon’s Instagram, and secretly practice girl group dances in his room.

“Why does everyone always say that?” The red-haired teenager let out a sad puppy pout that made him look even younger than he already did. “I always thought it would be cool to have fans from Korea and internationally, travel the world holding concerts, and learning all sorts of choreography. It might seem like a hassle to some people but it’s a life I wouldn’t mind experiencing, even if was for one day.”

“Yeah but…” The younger hadn’t really consider the upside of being a singer. It was often hard reading idols faces; were they really happy with their life style choice, why did they choose to sign a binding contract just to have their face and private life plastered all over the internet, what is their goal? In all honesty Jungkook thought if he decided to become an idol, there may be a chance he end up resenting himself.

But of course he didn’t say any of this Jimin.

“But aren’t you too short to be an idol? The fangirls would have a hard time seeing you on stage.” He couldn’t help replying teasingly.

“Yah you’re really are a brat!” Jimin complained even though he was struggling to hold in a smile.

And despite himself, Jungkook couldn’t help let slip a chuckle from his lips, amused by Jimin’s red hair and even redder face.

Jimin stared out him for a little before bursting out in laughter himself, forgetting all his previous frustration towards the younger. “Ah Jungkookie you’re so cute when you smile.”

Jungkook quickly dropped his smile and looked away with an exaggerated eye roll. “I’m not cute and don’t call me ‘Jungkookie.’”

“I beg to differ.” Giving Jungkook his signature eye-smile. Glancing back at him, the younger couldn’t help but notice how genuine Jimin was being. Maybe this once he’ll return a compliment.

“Hey so when you finally sing for me, can you do it without a shirt on like Taeyang-sunbae?”

Or maybe not.

“I change my mind, I’m definitely not singing for you.”

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anonymous asked:

How did bro abuse Dave? I feel like I might've glanced over it. What happened?

well lets see. bro regularly physically abused dave, beat him to the point of the record on his shirt shattering, threw him down the stairs, which is implied to happen regularly if sb&hj is any indicator, imposed on dave a standard of hypermasculinity and homophobia that forced dave into a coolkid facade to keep his own thoughts and feelings at bay to try to reach them, monitored all of daves blogs and points of output on the internet leaving him no real safe place but pesterchum, not even his own fkn bedroom, monitored him also in the sense that he had various webcams hidden around the apartment and would film dave regularly enough for dave to be aware of it, actually played off of daves blood-induced anxiety having him gore a puppet full of blood pellets to upload to his gross puppet porn site, heavily neglected him in terms of emotional needs and quite literally neglected him in ways such as dave squirreling food away in his closet just to eat, gave a kid who was only thirteen when he got away ptsd correlating strongly to the sound of metal clashing and blood and forced so seriously into his head that bro was the pinnacle that dave needed to reach for that it took him years to work out that it was fucked up and its okay to be himself.

dave said that being on the meteor with his friends was the first time in his life hed ever honestly felt like he was around people who loved him.

beyond all of that, i dont know how the hell you managed to read his conversation with dirk without getting a teeny tiny itsy bitsy HINT that bro was, yknow, severely godawful in every way.

heres just a snippet of it:

DAVE: why did i get such a raw cut of the asshole deck
DAVE: and why did it take me so long to figure that out
DAVE: and like hes dead now so thats that
DAVE: so all thats left to do is look back and try to put the pieces together of my first 13 years
DAVE: and all i can think is what the fuck WAS that?!
DAVE: i dont come away with the impression i used to try convincing myself of, that he was like “mysterious” or “stern” or “aloof”
DAVE: the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin HATED me
DAVE: and the whole act of even “raising a child” was some totally fucked up game to him
DAVE: like parenthood was one of the highest tiers of irony in his solemn bullshit bro-ninja code
DAVE: so he went through those motions and did whatever he thought was “funny” or “badass”
DAVE: but under that weird stylistic and totally sociopathic approach to parenting i cant even IMAGINE there was any emotion toward me other than some sort of loathing
DIRK: What…
DIRK: Did he do?
DAVE: i dont want to get out the laundry list
DAVE: but for reference laundry wasnt one of those things
DAVE: that was just one of the many little domestic things i just had to sort of FIGURE OUT
DAVE: sorta like i eventually had to learn what the REAL purpose of a refridgerator was from movies
DIRK: Wait.
DIRK: What??
DAVE: i dunno theres too much to even get into
DAVE: just
DAVE: i dont remember the atmosphere ever not being nerve wracking
DAVE: all havin to sneak around and…
DAVE: ugh my shitty childhood spider senses are tinglin just thinking about it
DAVE: it was “training” you know
DAVE: but you know what it really was it was some vicious shit that was bad and sucked and i hated it
DAVE: it didnt make me stronger
DAVE: it did the opposite
DAVE: it made me never want to fight
DAVE: it made me never want to see blood or be near danger or hear metal sounds
DAVE: it made me hate the idea of being a hero cause he was a hero and he ruined the idea of heroism
DAVE: i dont even want to be fighting this shitty version of jack but hey nobody else has secret welsh powers so i guess i have to
DAVE: what gets me is how long it took me to put all this together
DAVE: to stop seeing it as some kinda roughhousey and eccentric life i had but was otherwise normal
DAVE: it took years to deconstruct it all and put it back together to understand how fuckin mad i should be
DAVE: and in particular how stone cold deeply uncared for i was my whole life
DAVE: like… being merely “monitored” by a violent robot
DAVE: i only started getting it after spending a lot of time in person with a bunch of people who actually did care about me
DAVE: and i could start feeling like
DAVE: actually somewhat human for the first time
DAVE: instead of…
DAVE: some sort of runty afterthought to a household cabal of smutty puppets

Let me tell you about the worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I’ve never told this story to anyone before, ever. Looking back now, the whole situation was surreal. I tend to forget it ever even happened 99% of the time, but when I do remember it, it makes me feel a lil bit sick and I need a couple of minutes to kinda process it. I’m submitting this to get it off my chest more than anything and I’d rlly appreciate if you could post this anonymously! (Sorry it’s so long!!)

I’m the head moderator of a self-harm confessions blog, a position which I’m sorta neglecting at the moment bc I’m pretty sure I haven’t posted any confessions in a couple of months. (I haven’t self-harmed pretty much since this incident, so I guess it’s just not a prominent enough part of my life for me to give it that much attention nowadays.) Just over two years ago, when I actually had the time to post our confessions regularly, I got a lot of asks looking for advice and such on my main blog, and one day I received an ask from a guy who I’ll call G. When he first sent me an ask, I didn’t realise he was a guy because the huge majority of people who interacted with me after finding me via the confession blog were female. Not that it would have bothered me if I’d known he was male from the start, but I probably wouldn’t have given him my number.

Basically, he was looking for advice because he’d been struggling with his relationship for the last couple of weeks. He self-harmed and his girlfriend was fairly manipulative and abusive. She took advantage of his vulnerability and depression quite a lot and generally wasn’t a very nice person, but he was so in love with her. He kinda knew she was a shitty person tho, which is why he sent me an ask in the first place. He needed advice on how to, I guess, fall out of love with her and erase her from his life.

Like I said, I didn’t know whether he was male or female at this point and I hadn’t thought to ask yet, so when we found out that we both lived in England, he asked whether he could have my number so that it’d be easier to talk to each other. I said yes and we started to message each other via Whatsapp. Whatsapp uses your real name, so it was then that I found out his name and that he was a boy. It surprised me, but didn’t bother me too much, as he was a pretty sweet guy. We got to know each other a little bit more before we started talking about his current situation a bit more and, at some point, I asked him his age. Now, at this time, I was 15. G was 24. I was a pretty innocent teenager and often didn’t pick up on red flags before it was too late, so I didn’t even flinch at this and we continued to talk with no issues.

For the first day, it seemed that just talking to G was enough to take his mind off of his girlfriend completely. At 3am, he thanked me for talking to him, but admitted he needed to get some sleep. He told me he’d felt the happiest he’d felt for years talking to me and it made me feel so wonderful hearing that. You’ve gotta understand, I’m pretty full of myself, so hearing shit like that makes me so damn smug, it’s unbelievable. I tend to resent myself for it nowadays.

Anyway, the next day, I wake up to a good morning message asking me how I slept. Again, this made me feel like the damn queen of the world because, hey, I’m being given positive attention! We carry on talking that day and getting to know each other. It turns out he lives in London, about 2 and a half hours away from the town I used to live in, Swindon. Fun fact about the history of Swindon, it was, like, the epicentre of the railway system when they were first building it over here, so there are quite a few direct linking trains to other major cities on the original lines, London obviously being one of them. Upon hearing where I live, he immediately jumped into ‘we could totally meet up’, ‘I could come visit you’, etc, and I just kinda said 'yeah, haha, maybe’, not wanting to blow him off, but sorta trying to give off the vibe that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. He seemed to understand though.

Over the next couple of days, he started to drop hints that he liked me. We’d exchanged pictures by now and he was constantly telling me how pretty he thought I was and how lovely my eyes were, soppy shit like that. He never asked for any more pictures other than the ones I sent him voluntarily though and all of these were just of my face, as were the ones he sent back. Tbh, he wasn’t even unattractive and I kinda started to like him back a little, y'know, completely ignoring the 9 year age gap that technically made him a paedophile because I was a fucking idiot and he didn’t seem to know better.

Now, I was in a Japanese club at school (because I was a fuckin weeaboo) and we were planning a trip to the London Japanese Matsuri that August, as we did every year. It was June at the time, so I thought it would be a good idea to let G know that I’d be in London during the festival. He was ecstatic and immediately asked about that day, where the festival is and, ultimately, whether I’d like to meet up and grab some lunch with him. Considering that it wouldn’t be for another couple of months and I figured we would’ve gotten to know each other quite well by then, so I agreed and we arranged a meeting place, time and everything else right then and there.

Of course, though, things went wrong, and quite soon after this as well. A couple of days after we’d made all of these arrangements, G’s now-ex turned up at his door and he stupidly let her in. I haven’t mentioned his ex since the start of this, because all this time, I’d sorta ended up taking up all the time that G usually spent talking to his ex. I’d genuinely made him so happy. He’d stopped cutting himself in the time we’d spent talking to each other, he constantly expressed how happy he was and, in turn, that made me happy and made me feel good about myself. Honestly, I don’t know whether it was self-fulfilment or genuine happiness that I felt, but what happened next made me feel like I was an even worse person than G’s ex.

The night she turned up and he let her in, it turned out that all she’d turned up to do was tell G that she was done with him and this is the part that makes me feel sick to my stomach every time I remember it. This broke him. He didn’t message me at all for about a day and a half and, of course, considering just how delicate his psyche was and the fact that the last message he’d sent me was along the lines if 'my ex is here’, this worried the fuck out of me. I had no idea what had happened to him and I was genuinely concerned that he might have done something… drastic, if you get me. G finally got back in touch with me though, told me what she’d said to him and admitted he had been pretty much drinking non-stop while he hasn’t been talking to me. He was still drunk when he was messaging me, but I talked to him as normal.

I’d never seen him drunk before and he was so different as a result of it. I’d never seen him this broken down, this upset and that’s when he started to pour out his heart to me. He told me how he’d fallen in love with me and how much our age gap hurt him because he knew how wrong it was. He then told me he wanted to cut himself so badly again and, when I asked him why, I really wasn’t expecting the answer I got.

“I want to see you naked and I hate myself for it.”

G was my best friend, and this is when I did the worst thing I’d ever done to anybody in my life. Instead of giving him time to cool off, asking him to calm down or anything else I’d usually do to try and forgive and rekindle the relationship, I completely broke it off. I ignored his messages, waited until I knew he’d fallen asleep and then wrote him a message basically asking him to delete my number and to not contact me from now on.

It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done because I knew how delicate he was, I knew how easily he could break and I knew how broken he was then and I didn’t hear from him after that, so I have no idea how badly I hurt him. I can’t even guarantee that he’s still alive right now.

I have one glimpse of hope that he’s still out there and that he’s okay though. There was a guy wandering around the Japanese Matsuri that year, the spitting image of G. We exchanged glances a couple of times as we passed each other and, dear god, I hoped it was him, thought I didn’t dare try to talk to him, nor him to me.

G, I’m so sorry. Two years on, I sincerely hope you’re okay and I’m honestly just so, so sorry. I blame myself for everything to this day. You deserved so much better.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm new to this whole hate Juliet Simms campaign and at first I thought people (you in particular) hated her because she was dating Andy, but then I read why you hated her. Can you give me more info on what she has done (like elaborate on what she has done to make her be hated) and if you can me some story, or example because I never heard of this allegation.

Honestly, just look through my blog. My PICTURES section has a lot of proof of Juliet calling people “horrible” and “bitches” and “scum” for no reason at all.

This post in particular shows many examples of Juliet being rude to people for absolutely NO reason.

She has also pretended to be engaged to Andy

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but then she deleted the post from her IG because she was getting a lot of questions about it and hate and people were tagging Andy. She then later makes a tweet saying it wasn’t her hand

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She has also been scamming people into giving her money. She charges insane prices for her NTIO jewelry and many people who bought from her line have complained about the jewelry falling apart, giving them rashes, leaving marks, etc etc. Plus, the amount of money it takes to makes these items costs less then $2 (on average) and she’s selling them for $25 a piece. There’s a difference between making a profit and scamming people.

Proof #1

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She also scams people for her pledges on PledgeMusic. She is charging too much money for these shitty pledged!



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You only get to ask 20 questions and she won’t even answer through the phone. She’ll answer through email and then you get like 5 minutes to talk with her. $125 mother fucking dollars for that!?

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$60 for a CD that was already released? Extremely limited? Fuck no

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You’re paying $100 for her to write the lyrics to a song on a sheet of paper? You can do it for free!

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$200 for a signed CD that was already released?

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$200 fucking dollars for a 60 minute guitar lesson? Bitch please! I took private guitar lessons and for $200, I would’ve been able to pay for 8 hour long lessons. WITH A PRIVATE INSTRUCTOR! Juliet is NOT that famous for this price

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She’s asking for $400 for a fucking ring. A RING. That NO ONE was able to see while she was on The Voice.

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So let me get this straight. You have to pay $2,500 for the reservation, PLUS travel money, PLUS clothing money (because she’s not buying it for you), PLUS food and drink money. All in all, the new price could be well over $4,000!

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You’re paying $5,000 to have your name written on a CD cover?

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A cap. For $1,000. Go to Party City and get one for $20.

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You get HALF the credit and it doesn’t even say she’ll actually record it and release it. You’re just writing a song for $1,000

These are just a few examples but I thought these were the most Ripoff. You can check out all her items on her PledgeMusic.

She has talked shit about so many artists that are WAY more famous than she is. She’s even copied the artists she talked shit about. She said she hated Cee Lo Green but as soon as she got on The Voice, she kissed his ass like no tomorrow.

That’s all I’m going to write for now. Check out my FAQ and take a look at this post right here

anonymous asked:

Hey do you do fantrolls? Do you have a fantroll blog?

OH MY GOD I’m trying to get back to suuuuuper old messages and found this and hklskhfdf I figured this would be a good enough time to post them? Some time in 2013 I actually planned to make a batch of at least 11 fantrolls bUT THEN I NOTICED THAT I’M REALLY SHIT AT CHARACTER DESIGN LMAO that stuff is really hard

So since I will probably never finish them, here have the ones I got that I think are somewhat thought out??

I put the descriptions under a cut.

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My FINAL Thoughts on Parse Part 1 - Why I Interpet Him As Emotionally Abusive

Ok, JESUS CHRIST. Am I getting tired of talking about this/explaining myself. This post is gonna be long, and I’m not gonna sugar coat anything either. Here is a link to my first post where I talk about why I don’t like Kent Parson for personal reasons. I’m gonna go more in depth here and if people have questions about this post feel free to ask me but until he actually comes back in the comic I’m done talking about him after this. This ridiculousness has literally made me consider deleting this blog and not interacting with CP fans on tumblr anymore. I am going to do two things. In this first post I am literally going to analyze the dialogue in Parse Part III for y’all because I’m tIRED of hearing about “Parse’s point of view” and I’ll explain why. Then I’m gonna make a second post which I will link here where I’m gonna be honest about some other reasons I’m annoyed with this fandom and Parse fans in particular and it ain’t gonna be pretty or nice so if you choose to unfollow me after this, fine. That’s your choice and I respect that.

I literally went through and transcribed the dialogue from Parse Part III and so here it is, copied in full from the comic. I am going to explain why this scene turned me off to Kent Parson as a character and why I think it shows emotionally abusive behavior based on personal experience and research about abuse. FIRST THING I’D LIKE TO SAY is that the fact that Kent may be emotionally manipulating or abusing Jack doesn’t negate him as a character. We need antagonists in stories, and this is a realistic story with a realistic antagonist doing realistic things. I’m gonna get more into “why I’m tired of hearing about him” later. But I’m not saying he shouldn’t exist so calm down (that post I reblogged about what if he didn’t exist was a joke, relax).

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Tumblr/Highschool au (A Soma, Soul Eater Fanfic)

So, uh on my last tumblr/Highschool au Drabble eisschirmchen tagged that she wanted to see a fic where Maka was sad and Soul visited her or called her. So, yeah! Ask (sorta) and you will recive! Hope you all like it! Also, anon who requested more of this au, I am working in yours, I promise!



So, today was crap. I woke up to the sound of some lady giggling (for those of you who don’t know, my mom divorced my dad years ago and she doesn’t live with us anymore do they annoying lady was NOT supposed to be in my house). The annoying giggler used the last of my toothpaste and threw away the tube (I was saving it to cut it open to see HOW THE FUCK THE TOOTHPASTE COMES OUT IN STRIPES but now I will never know! At least for the next few months anyway…) After that, I missed the bus. Luckily Soul gave me a ride to school on his motorbike but we were late and kinda wet and cold because it was spitting outside this morning. Then at lunch a freshman girl from Soul’s fan club “accidentally” tripped and tossed her pasta on my head, thank god it did not have any sauce on it! At least Soul helped me get the noodles off my head (in other news his hands are warm). Combine all this crap plus the fact that it is my mama’s and papa’s wedding anniversary and papa had yet another whore over while apparently he loves mama and me the most! And to top it all off, it rained for the rest of the day and started to thunder half an hour ago, just to add to my mood. Gah, sorry for the rant, I’m just kinda upset.

#i need a hug #not from my dad though # thank god he and his new “friend” are not home #i wish Soul would come over #im not going to tell him to though #i don’t want to force him to visit with me #gah

Soul refreshed Maka’s blog for the fiftieth time that day. He knew it was her parents anniversary and that she was having a shitty day. So here he was, stalking her online. Again. He should just go over to her house.

But what if she wanted to be alone?

What if she didn’t want to talk to anyone?

Ah, screw it, Soul thought, refreshing the page again. If their was nothing this time her was going over.

There was something this time. Soul read the post over twice.

Pfft, nerd. Who cares how the stripes got in the toothpaste anyway? (Actually he kinda wanted to know now… And she thought his hands where warm?! What was that in girl language? Did that mean he could touch her more?! He definitely wanted to!)

Also, she wanted a hug, and not from her dad (no shit).

Soul’s heart stopped. She wanted him to come visit her. He could do that! Also, her dad wasn’t home… No! Bad Soul! Bad, bad Soul!

And she wanted a hug? He had no problems giving her that. In fact he would give her as many hugs as she wanted for the rest of her life, she could NOT hear about that though, she would never let him live it down. It was that uncool (Or the largely ignored part of his brain added, you could spend the rest of your life together, why would she say no to you? He responded with his usual reply “a lot of reasons, that’s why!”).

Either way. She wanted him to hug her. She wanted him to hug her! Not gonna lie, The albino teen found this very exciting.

He was gonna go do it! He would hug her! And possibly kiss her.

Nope, actually, now was not the right time to kiss her. He would settle for a hug and be done with it (or they could snuggle on the couch and watch a movie, what do you mean Soul was a closet snuggle bunny? He totally wasn’t. Argh. Not cool).

Soul grabbed his helmet, a spare pair of cloths (it was raining really hard outside and he would have to take his bike) and shoved them in his backpack while zipping up his cool leather jacket.

Oh yeah, he was ridding off to the house where the girl of his dreams lived at like, 11 at night in a rainstorm just to give her a hug. He was cool.


Maka lay limp and lifeless on the couch. Her eyes blank as she gazed at the tv. She was sad. She missed her mama. She wondered if she should have ever been born. If she never had been born her parents would never have had to get married and their relationship might have worked out and her mama would be happier.

If she had never been born-

Her unhappy musings where cut of by her phone, which was ringing loudly.

“Hello?” Maka asked, knowing very well who it was.

“Hey,” Soul answered. “Can I please come over?”

“Uh, if you want…” Maka replied, “it’s raining though…”

“Yup,” Soul agreed. “That’s why you should let me in.”


/knock knock/

“Soul” Maka sighed as she got hung up and moved towards the door to let in her best friend.

As soon as the door was open, Soul stepped in, shucked off his jacket and boots and wrapped his arms around her.

“What are you doing?!” Maka squeaked out, her voice rising unnaturally high as Soul nuzzled her, his cold nose against her neck and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

“It’s your parents anniversary,” Soul replied. “You’re generally sad on their anniversary, and I thought you might want a hug”.

Maka pulled back slightly, “so you left whatever you where doing and drove all the way here in the pouring rain on you bike? Soul, that was not safe! You could have crashed!” She exclaimed while staring into his eyes.

“So?” Soul asked pressing his forehead against hers, “I didn’t crash though.”

“But you could of! You could have been hurt and that would have been all my fault!” Maka cried out.

“I wouldn’t have gotten hurt from that, Maka. I’ve ridden in much worse, believe me. I just wanted to make you happy,” Soul said.

It was then Maka’s turn to hug him, pressing close to him, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his chest as she cried.

“Thank you, Soul.”

“No problem, Maka, no problem”.

They spent the rest of the night curled up together on the couch, like last movie night (ever since Soul had randomly pulled her into his lap they and sat like that every time they watched tv together. Both parties where very happy about this.). As the thunder crashed around them Maka pressed her back closer to Soul’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her, both teens pulling each other closer, not wanting to let go.

Maka thanked whatever God was smiling down on her that decided to gift Soul with such good timing.

Soul thanked whatever God was looking after him that Maka had made that post.

Fic: Orphan Blog (Chapter 9)

Written by Devon soccercopping and Aimee tatianathevampireslayer

Main Ships: Cophine and Soccercop

Rating: T

Word Count1021

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


Alison read through Beth’s ask and smiled to herself. Beth had enjoyed the musicals! Although, Alison already knew that, based off of the liveblogging that Beth had done, but the fact that she had said it again to just her made it seem more personal. She typed up a simple response to Beth.

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My Loyalty is to Swen.

Ok, so a lot of push and pull going on in the fandom right now. I’m concerned for some of you, I know how much this meant to you and to us. Totally gonna go candid for a minute though.
I don’t think I will continue to watch ouat. I knew swanqueen was never gonna happen. It’s way too good of a story, and even if they did tell it, they would butcher the shit out of it. So here’s my reasons.
I’m not going to watch ouat anymore because I genuinely loved the characters. Emma, Regina, snow and charming, belle and rumple etc. It was an interesting show that laid out a process of magic built upon stories we were all familiar with. The storybrooke arc gave a whole new page in these characters. It flipped back and forth between lives and painted a complex but understandable storyline.
I haven’t seen anything resembling that show since the frozen storyline. I hung in there. I supported the down episodes and kept my hopes up that it would pull itself up and be the story telling we had come to love. Again, regardless of swanqueen, I still enjoyed the stories.
-I do not want to watch a show where they have taken two of the most admirable women in fiction, women of strength and valor, of character and poise, and turned them into dumpsters for male abuse and manipulation. I mean since it’s a family show, young women should be prepared to be treated like that right? Replace a storyline about fairy tales with the cold hard truth of spousal abuse. Don’t they call that show SVU?
-I do not want to watch a show that uses romantic body language and dialog between main characters to deliberately fish for the lgbt audience and yet insults the community by refusing to acknowledge that we swen, exist. Again, this is not about sq, it’s about exploiting a fandom and misrepresentation of an entire community. And if you don’t think that is wrong, shame on you.
-I shipped emma and neil. I shipped emma and august. I shipped regina and daniel. I shipped swanqueen since 1x1. I shipped exactly all of the ships. How on earth could I not ship cs or oq? How did I literally miss the boat on this one? Because it is just hands down, bad fucking writing. It’s forced, it has no substance and the attitude of fans supporting it is pathetic. Literally being spoon fed garbage, asking for more, and lookin over at my steak of an otp, which in no way even threatens their precious beards, and calling it delusional. The irony isn’t lost on me. They actively bully the swanqueen fandom and every new episode is just a testament to how supported they are.
-They have completely disregarded their own “rules”, shit that was impossible 3 episodes ago is now full on possible, and it’s the only thing that is important. This happens every week now. Can you imagine that working out in any other coveted media? For instance, It took rumple a century to build the bricks for that curse to happen, and transcending realms was insanely difficult, and now it’s just like “hey I’m gonna pop on over to the (insert realm here) for a (insert excuse to keep cs and oq’s lame ass stories going) need anything? Oh, I also don’t need to explain how, because we don’t do that anymore. We have literally run out of ways that this could make any sense so we’re just gonna disregard what we have already established”
-I honestly think that they owe donation to some amnesia reasearch or foundation because memory loss is the staple of every single season. I have studied magic for years, craft, history, culture, and lore. I personally guarantee you all that their are in fact other spells and curses than just memory loss.
-I haven’t actually “watched” since like the middle of season 4. I simply look up from the computer when I hear Regina’s voice and I dissect the scene to see if it can be used for sq manips. I haven’t paid attention in awhile, and I almost felt bad because I thought it was because sq hijacked my brain. But in all actuality it’s because the shit just isn’t interesting anymore. You watch, you go on what you know to perceive the logical outcome and boom, fuck you for thinking this was a show that followed it’s own god damn premise.
-It has been my honor to support the needs of swen by this blog, writing romantic sq fanfiction, making art and comical posts. And sharing all of yours as well. I think of all of you as a large, slightly neurotic but well meaning family. My family. And I couldn’t be prouder. But the queer baiting is hurtful. It’s hurtful to this fandom and to the lgbt community. Which is also my family. And nobody hurts my family.
-Lana and Jennifer are just precious human beings that support so many great causes and charities, and communities, that I don’t want to associate either of them with media that supports what has been going on in the show or supporters of certain pairings. I know they have contracts, but the fact remains that these two are not supporters of certain messages this show is sending.
-I don’t appreciate that mental instability is advocated because of “love.” It’s highly insulting to individuals in recovery who fucking know better. If it’s gonna be in the script, call a spade a spade and don’t blanket that shit over and pretend that everything will be okay if the character just gets the pairing they desire. Mental instability is a life long issue that people struggle with everyday. Inaccurate representation and using it as justification for lack of genuine writing is dangerous. Believe it or not individuals living in recovery would also like to be accurately represented. We happen to live in a society that likes to blame terrorism on mental instability. And that shit is just Un fucking acceptable. It’s bad enough to have an MHD but to represent it as just a love struck phase is not a good message for children or anyone for that matter. Threatening suicide for attention? No other way to keep that sad sack, shit train of a pairing going? No other way to bring that scene together? What the actual fuck were they thinking?
-I thought that I felt inspired by the show. But I was wrong. I started writing again when I found the sq fandom. I have never wrote a ouat fanfiction that wasn’t sq. They get zero credit for everything this family has built. The turned their backs on us the minute they let YNB sit on that panel after the shit that came out of her disgusting mouth. Also, shitty actress that has spent years misrepresenting the African American community. How many times can you play stereotypical unruly black woman and still have self respect? Apparently infinite times. The entire fandom deserved better than that.
-I have been disappointed in the direction of the show before, when it became apparent that swanqueen was just a mass delusion we were all suffering from, because none of us had ever had a relationship or a friend so we couldn’t possibly know the difference between the two, and that being the only thing in our fandom to be acknowledged. Again, this particular rant is not one of their refusal to write the goods, it’s a rant about the impact that this show has on so many and how important it is to be mindful of the things that you are representing or misrepresenting on television. I could give exactly zero shits as to who ends up with who and it’s directly because of the terrible writing and insensitive attitude these assholes have shown toward their fans.
-I’m almost thankful that they don’t have more poc rep. Because I fear that between the direction of the show and shitting on their fans, that they would just balls to wall butcher the shit out of (insert ethnicity here). Racial insensitivity would just be the icing on the cake and all of a sudden everyone who has ever enjoyed any part of the show is now a dick. They killed both black guys. All two of them. Which may not be as bad as trying to write for the characters in this particular case. I can see it now, (Season six, the heros fight a race war. Because fuck poc, and let’s ignore this and keep the attention on the pirate and whoever that hot blonde is now.)

So no, I’m sorry, I hung in there. I supported, I accepted, and I went along with the story as it was being told. But this is no longer the show I was a fan of. The main characters don’t have an arc anymore. They are just completely different people for the sake of ratings and it’s a shame because this could have been one of the best shows in the history of television. It had the recipe for greatness and ground breaking story telling, and now it’s just shit soup for the sake of getting as many fans as possible. And shame on them for the way they have treated their fans.
And if you haven’t heard it today, I appreciate you. This fandom has honestly saved my life on more than one occasion.
#Viva la swanqueen # viva la swen