so young so damaged

Netflix: “This is Tony.”
Me: “Okay.”
Netflix: “He has great hair. And wears a leather jacket.”
Me: “Uh-oh.”
Netflix: “He’s also a mechanic. Working on Cars with his dad. Driving a mustang..”
Me: “Oh no.”
Netflix: “He’s also gay.”
Me: “He’s my son™ now and I’ll protect him with all my heart!”

  • *Quidditch changing rooms*
  • Beater: *changing*
  • Sherlock: *bursts in; furious* What did I tell you?
  • Beater: *looks up; smiles* Hey, Captain. Great game, eh?
  • Sherlock: *outraged* I told you not to aim for her!
  • Beater: *frowns* What? She was about to catch the Snitch. If you hadn't been-
  • Sherlock: *snatches the bat; storms off*
  • Beater: ...
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Mary: *enters; confused* Can anyone tell me what it was that Sherlock just threw into the lake?
  • Beater: WHAT? *runs out*
  • *the Hospital Wing*
  • John: *awkward* How does it feel?
  • Molly: *gingerly moves her bandaged arm* Like I fell off my broom and broke my arm.
  • John: *quickly* He's getting a detention. Not to mention a right bollocking. Possibly removed from the team-
  • Molly: *groans* God, I don't want that.
  • John: *thoughtful* What if he kills him?
  • Molly: *glares at him*
  • Sherlock: *rushes in* Okay, I managed to persuade Madame Pomfrey to let me stay here tonight *fluffs her pillow*
  • Molly: *sighs* You do realise people think we're going out now?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* That'll be the head injury talking.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *kisses her cheek* I'll take care of you, don't worry.
  • Molly: *holds his hand* I'm not.
  • John: *hiding behind a copy of the Quibbler*

theory: sana will send the messages from noora’s email either bc noora is dating yousef, which i personally doubt, or sana assumes noora is dating yousef (tripping up noora and hurting vilde), chris&eva will get caught up in the crossfire (not 100% how), and then sara will think it was isak’s fault bc they were her messages to him and then tell ppl about even’s past to get back at isak (even got hit with a selfie stick in the trailer which we’ve seen the balloon squad using or could be a symbol of social media? i think it symbolizes his past in general, but i may be reaching). i think sana’s line about how even should be able to share what he wants about his past will be very relevant in the upcoming episodes and it makes me….. nervous to say the least. this season is a season of misunderstandings and when the first domino falls, there’ll be a hell of a lot of damage done

Imagine Frisk and Flowey seeing some kind of craft that incorporates preserved or dried flowers in it, and after taking some time to ponder things, Flowey comes up with the idea to ask Frisk if, when he dies, they’ll preserve him too so that they can keep him around forever. Understandably, Frisk is a bit taken aback by such a grim question, and tries to get his mind onto a better topic, assuring him he’s not going to die anytime soon and that he shouldn’t worry about things like that.


Gwiyomi Yongyongie ≧'◡'≦

Plenty Of Time

Written for Day 2 of Bassian Week - First Times

A little bit late but I was in a course at work all day.

Cassian has never been in love. There’s a first time for everything.

This fic can also be found here on AO3.

Cassian could honestly say that he had never been in love before. He’d felt lust, definitely, but never love. He’d sometimes thought he just wasn’t suited for love, that losing his parents so young had somehow damaged him so much that love wasn’t possible. Or maybe it had been throwing himself into the fight against the Empire and the fact his anger and hatred had driven him down a darker path than many others. He sometimes wondered if he’d killed too often and with too little regret to ever feel love. Maybe he’d killed that part of himself as surely as he’d killed many a being who had stood in his way.

That was until Bodhi Rook came into his life.

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anonymous asked:

i hope i'm not being rude by asking this but why didn't you put the other people on the tapes on your so young so damaged post?

Hi anon! No you’re not being rude, it’s fine!

Alright so, first reason, first of all, Mr. Porter isn’t really young so he’s already out of the picture lmao.

My second reason is a bit more personal though. I simply didn’t put the others (Marcus, Courtney and Bryce) on that gifset because I simply don’t like them. I do not care for any of them and their back stories and their beliefs and their excuses.

I mean, Bryce is a rapist, Courtney is a defender of a rapist and Marcus sexually harassed Hannah. I will not stand up for any of them.

Third reason, they did not show any kind of remorse for what they did or for what happened to Hannah. Yes you might say that Courtney said she was sorry when she was with Clay but if she really was sorry, she’d be telling truth along with Alex, Tyler and Zach. But that wasn’t the case at all.

My fourth reason (this is for Tony only) and this is extremely petty but I wanted the gifset to look that way so I couldn’t put another person in the gifset to make it 10 hahahaha idk if you understand but yeah it’s a number issue but I love my papi Tony.

Yep that’s it anon! I hope I answered your question well. Have a nice day! :)

One of the most important conversations I've had in a long time:

On The Mindy Project and so much more… (up at Buzzfeed, with Ayesha Siddiqi and Heben Nigatu):

DCB: I was watching her interview when she addressed her Elle cover. And she says that she felt good that they wanted to focus on her face. I feel like women of color are forced to be their own spin doctors, but to appease the world. Like WOC are forced to focus on one good thing. Or what’s easy for others to swallow. Am I making sense?

HN: Yaasss, absolutely.

AS: 100%.

DCB: Like, as a kid it was about owning my good skin, or, like, thick hair! Or some bullshit like that. Now it’s, like, “eyebrows.”

HN: Lmaooo, yo you right — eyebrows are in.

DCB: When white girls tell me not to pluck, it’s like, I’m too lazy to pluck. My bushy eyebrows are the ones I was born with and I get a little sick when white women, unprompted, suggest I leave them the way they naturally are.

AS: Shout-out to every sperm-browed Becky who asked if I had caterpillars on my face in middle school but now spend their nights googling eyebrow implants/tints.

DCB: Exactly. Something about Mindy waxing about feeling good that they chose her face for the cover really set me off. Because I’ve done that too, my whole life.

HN: Yes, please speak on it!

DCB: Like, I had to own the compliments that were given to me rather than just feel everything I was as a whole woman. The amount of moms at soccer practice who loved my thick hair or people always tell me I should wear more color because colors look good on me.

AS: Wow, really heavy thinking about how much of that was part of my life that I just took for granted. For a long time I just assumed adults commenting on your body and touching it without your permission was just part of American culture. Only recently have I learned it’s not something I should/ever should have put up with.

DCB: Another one: dark rings under my eyes. The amount of people that ask me if I’m tired all the time. I’ve never once covered the dark rings under my eyes, and worse is when white girls are like, “No that’s in

HN: (You can’t hear me right now but I keep just saying “Mmmm” to myself and feeling all emotional.) OMG the deep-set eyes thing!

DCB: I never get my makeup done. I also barely wear any makeup, but when someone else does it, the first thing they do is put some white stuff under my eyes and smudge.

AS: White people don’t have a frame of reference for our beauty; they wile out. Here we’re talking about growing up having white people rationalize our looks to themselves, framing their unsolicited commentary as a compliment we’re supposed to be grateful for. To be constantly put in a position to thank them for the white gaze applied to us. To be the source of their confusion is so grating; it’s dehumanization to be treated like a novelty rather than an equal.

HN: And all that time you spend being a source for their confusion really warps your mind. I remember the first time I ignored my mom and insisted that I get my hair done at a “regular” hair cuttery and feeling just so not human after I left. The fashion and beauty world in general just makes me feel so fundamentally not human.

DCB: My mom is Anglo-Indian so she’s got all kinds of bomb roots, but we look sorta nothing alike. And when people see her, they’re like, “She’s so white!” It always makes me mad. Like my roots surprise other people, like I’m just supposed to be Bollywood brown or something.

AS: A lot of the compliments I get from white people have been like when Regina George does a suspicious once-over and says, “You’re like, really pretty” and the implied “Howw whyyy?” hangs in the air. Honestly that there’s no frame of reference for WOC beauty that isn’t highly warped is so damaging because that’s why there are so many young South Asians who date white people and consider themselves lucky for being able to “get one.” Because they don’t consider themselves attractive, and learned not to find each other attractive, they so often don’t even know how to. It’s the oppression of invisibility. And the visibility is a fun-house mirror. Hollywood regularly asexualizes South Asian men, treating them as dickless jokes, while hypersexualizing South Asian women, preserving their availability for white men.

mgcast  asked:

4 sasusaku please please

4. forced marriage au



They brought her bleeding and sobbing, ankles and wrists chained, dress dirtied and ragged, eyes as wild as those of a starving lioness.

“You found her,” the King, Uchiha Fugaku, grumbled as he rose from his throne. His hard, dark yes were fixed on her as she lay before him, her blood seeping into the red carpet of the corridor.

“Yes, my Lord,” one of the guards answered flatly, he and the others inhuman behind their masks.

“Where was she?”

“In a nearby village, my Lord,” another guard said. “We heard from the villagers that she did not live there. Apparently, she was a nomad. She never stayed more than two days in a single place.”

“Of course.” Fugaku walked down the steps and approached the girl bleeding on his floor. He watched her gasp and claw at her chains, weak, barely conscious. “She knew we were looking for her. She knew she had to hide. I suppose she was not clever enough.”

“Why is she so hurt?” the Queen, Uchiha Mikoto, questioned from her smaller throne besides her husband’s. She seemed more bewildered than concerned.

“She fought back,” a third guard replied. “She is strong, even if she does not look like she is. We had to tame her somehow.”

“It is fine.” Unceremoniously, Fugaku turned away and headed out of the grand room. “Take her with someone who can heal, wash, and redress her,” he ordered as he went. “Make her look presentable. She is, after all, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law.”

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Age is Beauty

A/N: Laura has trouble seeing what Carmilla sees in her. She’s an awkward teen, Carmilla a beautiful, graceful woman. Something doesn’t match.

Rated: K

Words: 1100+

Carmilla was old. Impossibly old, to Laura’s brain. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend just how old Carmilla was. She tried not to spend so much time thinking about it, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. And then old insecurities would begin to crop up once more and she really just couldn’t help herself. Her thoughts went ‘round and 'round in circles from Carmilla is over three hundred years old to I am eighteen until they finally reached the stopping point they always ended at of What does she see in me?

Laura always managed to stop herself before she could actually put any of those thoughts into words, which displayed quite a bit of restraint on her normal motor mouth of insanity. She knew she babbled, especially when she got halfway through a box of cookies and had downed her chocolate mocha with three extra spoonfuls of sugar.

But one day, she was tired. She’d been up since 5 am, working on a stupid Eastern European History paper (Honestly, she wanted to be a journalist that covered current events. History could not be further from her interests), and it was 1 am the next day, and Carmilla was of course out, so she didn’t even have anything to distract her. Her thoughts were doing just fine at keeping her awake, but she might as well have been in bed for all the work she was doing on this essay that was due in the morning.

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u know what i never understood? what’s with parents trying to tell off their little girls (aged 5-8 for example) for wearing makeup??? i would understand if it was for hazard purposes (some kids could apply products too close to their eyes etc) but it’s not even that? your child is having fun with 5c powders, what’s the big deal Meredith????????