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“Why is Robert acting like such a child and having a tantrum??!”

Originally posted by evak-malec

“He is so pathetic!” “Why are you babying him?? He is just being stupid.” “There is nothing wrong with him, he is just acting out.”

Originally posted by evak-malec

“I mean what the heck was that scene anyways??” “Ryan is nothing like Danny!” “Danny could’ve done wayyy better!”

“Robert does not have mental health issues! He is just being a child!” “ I mean have you seen what Aaron went through? Robert can’t have mental issues cause he went through nothing like Aaron did!” 

“Either you like Danny or you like Ryan. There is no in-between!” “They don’t even compare.” 

I want to say something about Guren in Chapter 59…

GUREN’S SILENT IS KILLING ME

Guren’s sad face knowing how much Yuu trust and want to sacrifice himself even after knowing the risks

Guren’s slightly sad expression when he stared down at his family’s sleeping faces

Guren’s painful silent when Yuu knew that Guren has been through a lot

Yuu is dense, yes but he is definitely not stupid. For a person who has been through a lot like him, it’s easy for him to read other’s pain too.
I think, that’s why he trusts Guren a lot. He can see Guren’s deep inside pain even though Guren always wears flat expression and always rude to others.

Guren is like a father figure to Yuu who never knows how it feels like to have a loving parent.

look I love when girls cover ‘take me to church’ and don’t change the pronouns, but can we PLEASE stop saying that it somehow 'makes’ the song gay???? The song is about institutionalized homophobia. 'Take me to church’ has ALWAYS been gay, regardless of the gender of the singer. Saying that a female singer makes it gay completely erases the fact that it was never straight in the first place.

Suggestion to those who would butcher my language

Try writing in it. Instead of Oppa, write 오빠. Instead of Gamsahamnida, write 감사합니다. I know how hard it is to learn a new alphabet. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m still trying to learn another one today. If I can learn a language, so can you. 

Instead of appropriating it into some other alphabet and spelling that nobody who actually speaks the language can read well, have some respect for my language and write it correctly. I’m not taking it away from you. You can Konglish if you want - God knows, I have. I’m telling you that if you want people to respect your use of our language, you better learn it correctly. No more ‘neomu gwiyeowo!!~~!!“ No more "Saranghaeyo!! Mushisseoyo!!” 너무 귀여워! 사랑해요! 멋있어요!! 

I’m sick of having to fit my language into your mouths. I’m sick of people arguing over name spellings that have nothing to do with my alphabet. 

I know at least some of you have Windows like me. I know Koreans who have Apple products and have no problem switching between Korean and English online. It’s not that hard. Go to your language bar, enable Korean, and start learning to press Alt whenever you want to switch alphabets. Make an effort.

Please STOP comparing female athletes to men like it’s a compliment

To sports commentators, but in truth, the general public itself: Please STOP comparing female athletes to men like it’s a compliment!

I’ve been the tallest in my class for the entirety of elementary school by at least an inch. Not just the tallest girl, period, the tallest over all. In P.E., people often told me this: ‘’You’re good for a girl.’’

That hurt. I wasn’t just ‘’good’’. I was only considered good as long as the ‘’girl’’ part was included- even if I beat my male classmates by a mile. But what was worse, way worse, was watching sports with my family. My family are huge fans of cycle sports and ice-skating competition. The tour de France? The Olympics? You betcha we were watching.

I disliked it immensely. Not because I was a girl, whatever some opinions of it may be, but because watching women sports was awful to me. I put my hopes and dreams in those women, saw them go, strive for the finish line. I was WITH them.

The moment one pulled ahead, I heard: ‘’Look at her go like a man!’’

It was a cheery comment, meant as a compliment. I could hear it in the commentator’s voice. But I will never forget what it did to me. It was like a door slamming shut in my face. No matter what you ever do, the best you can do will only be called as good as a man. Not the best. What you’re striving for is impossible.

By now I’m not an eight-year-old girl anymore, obviously. I stopped growing at twelve, but still was one of the tallest five in my class for years. I didn’t do great in sports. I’d given up on that a long time ago. What I did do was grow mentally. I’ve been through hardships, felt pain, and have talked. Opened my mouth a whole hell lot. I haven’t been silent, I’ve tried to be kind, and believe I generally am. But I’m also angry.

Angry because yesterday Annemiek van Vleuten became first in the women’s La Course by Le Tour de France. And again, I cheered. I was about nose-to-screen in those last five minutes, when I heard the commentator. ‘’She’s biking like a man!’’

And all I could think of were all those eight-year-old girls watching right now, who heard that comment. Who might decide to just give up because of it. Because the girls who did NOT give up would face so much more of these comments. Because the others might receive less of them, but still would find the same prejudice in other places.  Because my brother cycles, and the girls in his training group kick ASS, and the thought that anyone would make such a comment about them, no matter how well-meant, makes me furious.

Yes, men have a natural advantage. But don’t you dare use that as an excuse to compare women to men. Because those girls lift me up. I cheer for them, feel for them, and know many others do too.

It makes me wonder what I might have achieved if I hadn’t given up. If I’d spit in their faces and done it my own way. I don’t think I would have done well in competition, mainly because I just don’t like competition unless it’s in a team, but who knows? Maybe I would have liked it better. And how many other women ask themselves that question?

So please, don’t disrespect female athletes, or any women at all, by comparing them to men. It’s not a compliment. It’s not.

guys...please...

I love hearing feedback on here, I really do.  <3 <3 <3  

But if your comment on my six sentence ficlet is going to be along the lines of ‘MORE?’ or “Where’s the rest?’, just know that I write nearly 200 of these things a month.  

191 on the queue for this month, to be exact.  

So say I ONLY write six sentences each for all 191.  That’s 1146 sentences. 

And those of you who know me, know that sometimes I get inspired and I will write WAY MORE THAN SIX sentences.  

So it’s likely way more than 1146 sentences.  I know my word doc for June was around 103 pages or so?  Approximately 34700 words.  So I mean…

I work on these every day.  I write these suckers on my phone.  

I take nearly 200 prompts a month and fill them all.  

So, every time I get comments like, ‘where’s the rest?’  I want to crawl into a hole and sleep forever. Because I know to you, it doesn’t look like much?  But to me?  

It’s every night. It’s 191 prompts.  

And as much as I love the likes and the reblogs and the LOVELY COMMENTS people leave in the replies…

please don’t ask me ‘where’s the rest?’.  I’m very likely to show you this post.  

I do this because…well frankly…it’s something I can contribute to fandom.  Even if it’s just six sentences, it’s nice to see something for your ship.  Or sometimes, it’s nice to throw me a crackship just to see what I do with it.  

I have FUN writing these.  And the second I stop having fun?  I will stop writing them.  That’s not a threat.  It’s a fact.  

So please…PLEASE don’t take the fun out of this by telling me what I’ve written isn’t enough.  Because that’s what those comments mean to me.  

And that is straight from me.  That’s not hearsay.  This is me telling you.  I don’t like those comments, please stop leaving them.  

I know my ficlets are short.  That’s why I call them ficlets.  That’s why I have a thing called six sentence saturday.  Because short fics are things I can write out super quickly in the short bursts of time I have during the day.  

I’m under no false delusions that six sentences is a long fic.  Nor am I trying to pass them off as such.  I’m writing something short, for people who like short stuff.  

The end. 

This has been a PSA that likely no one will see, because I’m posting it so darn late.  :P 

“Lance in Graphite”- I got a lot of positive feedback on Amino for drawing Voltron characters in graphite, so I decided to do some more, starting with my favourite character from the 80s version of the cartoon, Lance :D

My last picture of Lance had him crying in sorrow, so I thought I’d draw a 110% confident version of him to make me feel better about the last one XD

Musical!Matsu Profiles: Choromatsu Matsuno

Name: Choromatsu Matsuno

Age: 16

Average Grades: B+ to A+

Future Senior Quote: “Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own. That’s appropriate right?”

Teacher comments:

“Please stop correcting me.” - Anonymous

“It’s sorta funny watching him in gym class, I know Im the teacher and all but seriously, gain some muscle Matsuno.” - Anonymous 

“You’re annoying zansu.” - Mr Iyami

Peer comments: 

“Pervert Nya.” - Nyaa Hashimoto 

“Thanks for letting me use your bag for my cats to sleep in..and sh-” - Matsuno Ichimatsu

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How can he ignore me like this?