so so dumb

honestly the green day fandom is one of the least problematic fandoms that i’ve seen. i’ve been on this website for 6 years and for the most part everyone is kind and funny and encouraging, and people can actually have discussions about conflicting opinions without fighting about it. i love that we can make fun of the guys or the music and all laugh about it instead of getting angry and sending hate. you guys are very supportive and hilarious and great at becoming friends with one another and i just love u all


another story ‘bout the cape because you know I lOVE the cape. 

The like flagrant disregard for the difficulty of adoption as if it’s like this Easy Moral Loop Hole™ is so fucking sickening! Especially as an adopted child like, so much of the psychology of adoption is based on a mass public that in no way takes into account the development of emotional trauma of giving/being given up for adoption. The future of adopted children is ignored. To expect anyone to go through birth physically and the emotional act of separating from a child as some sort of a Clean Nice Good Alternative To Abortion is fucking repulsive and simple minded. I fully and one hundred percent support anyone who chooses to get an abortion for any reason, and using the argument that adoption is a Better Option is selfish and pious and based on nothing other than an underdeveloped sense of pregnancy, birth, and especially the adoption process. Shit disgusts me. Stop using the adoption argument.

anonymous asked:

Do you still ship Courfius? If so, could you write a cute Courfius confession involving kittens and a jumper.

I will ship courfius until the day I dieTBH. ***Warning: Tooth rotting fluff***

Courfeyrac tried to keep his romantic thoughts about his roommate far at bay. He’d take cold showers, sing show tunes until the walls shook and he couldn’t hear his thoughts, and tried desperately to think of other people.

But it was too no avail. He was much too far gone. It definitely did not help things when Marius would innocently and naively do things that people more than roommates would do with each other. He climbed into Courfeyrac’s bed whenever he had nightmares, would cuddle up to him on the couch during a movie, and now- God help Courfeyrac- he was wearing his clothes!

“Marius?” Courfeyrac asked stopping his roommate in his tracks. “Is that my jumper?”

Marius stuttered and blushed, hugging himself around the middle. Courfeyrac tried to keep his internal scream from the overload of adorableness become external.

“Well… Yes… It’s just that- it’s so nice and warm and your clothes are so much nicer than mine and they smell so nice… I hope you don’t mind?” Marius said with a wince. 

“Of course not!” Courfeyrac said fondly. trying not to get too excited over the fact that Marius thought he smelt nice. “What are roommates for?”

Or boyfriends. His traitorous mind supplied. He shook the thought away. Mairus shook too, or more accurately- wiggled. Courfeyrac blinked and realised that Marius was still hugging his middle, his jumper wiggled again and a lump beneath it moved up to the collar, until finally a very fluffy and very tiny kitten’s head popped out.

“Marius, are you smuggling cats?” 

Marius winced once more. “I’m so sorry courf! It’s just… He was all lost and alone and it looked like it was about to rain and he kept mewling and then he rubbed himself against my leg and I just thought… I mean… You took me in when I was lost and alone and I thought I should do the same for him!”

“You know our landlord doesn’t allow pets.” Marius was pouting. The kitten was rubbing it’s head against his neck. Courfeyrac’s heart was melting. He sighed in defeat. “But he also doesn’t allow roommates that aren’t listed on the lease so we’d be screwed either way.”

“He can stay?!” Marius’ face lit up in hopeful bliss. If he had a tail, Courfeyrac was convinced it would be wagging right now.  

“I let a poor, lost puppy stay with me. A kittens no different.”

Marius leaped at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and planting an enthusiastic mess of kisses on his cheek before withdrawing with a blush. 

Courfeyrac was blushing too and let out a nervous laugh. “If I knew all it took for you to kiss me was to get a cat-” He snapped his mouth shut before he could embarrass himself further.

Marius looked down at the floor, his face almost as red as his hair. “It wasn’t entirely to do with the cat…” He said shyly.

Courfeyrac pulled at the hem of his jumper before his fear had a chance to tell him not too. Pressing Marius lips against his, they relaxed against each other and sighed contently as the kitten mewled happily between them.


Imagine getting to your work station with only 2 hours of sleep and having the smart guy telling you that your 3 month work was gone. Then cry for 30 seconds, panicking, falling asleep on the floor due to the lack of sleep and waking up realising that a tech guy can help you, fixing everything in the process.

remember how game of thrones had no problem showing a pregnant woman getting stabbed in the uterus to her death (talisa) or a child burning (shireen) or a child being hung (olly)  and yet had to cut away from Stannis’ death because showing it on screen was “gratuitous” (X)?