take them away they are too much

anonymous asked:

So I come from a family that is super Christian, Republican, and anti-LGBTQ+. Not only do they on a daily basis rant about how gays are going to hell in front of me but they regularly call me a lesbian/butch as an insult. I am planning on moving to California (I live across the country) when I finish high school but I don't know how to deal with all of their homophobia and views because when ever I say something that they don't agree with they start yelling at me. How do I deal with this?

Wow that really sucks. I’m so glad you decided to move as soon as you can. That’s the best decision you can possibly make. Until then, I suggest you try and stay away from the house. Take up after school activities, hang out by a friends house, walk around the town, libraries are pretty cool too. If you don’t see them much, they won’t be able to upset you. Try and ignore the rants, don’t answer back and fight. Don’t try to change their mind, just nod and smile. It’ll drive them crazy so at least you’ll have that small victory. You will leave and you have that to look forward to, let that consume you and help you get through this. How many years of school do you have left?

- Nicole

somehow white ppl can understand why the muggle born registry and the ministry taking people’s wands away was wrong but they are too dim witted to apply those same concepts to reality so a muslim registry and detaining (and handcuffing) legal visa holder’s and children as young as 5 years old doesn’t seem so outrageous to them bc it’s being done in the name of “national security” 

like I really don’t understand how yall literally sat and made memes about the parallels between the candidates during the election and harry potter characters but when it comes down to showing compassion for actual humans you have some kind of disconnect?? like u guys cried so much about the government in the hunger games while u enabled our government to literally embody those same ideals and practices??? 

your favorite works of YA fiction have always alluded to history and if you can scrape up empathy for those characters I fail to understand why you are unable to translate that same rationale to reality….that level of compartmentalization is the ultimate manifestation of white american privilege.  


find your own little spitfire

                                         …one who won’t let you get away with nothin’

Hetalia Dodgeball
  • Italy: hides behind Germany, manages to stay in the game a while by just running away
  • Germany: one of the last men standing, takes it way too seriously and kind of scares everyone else because he throws really hard
  • Japan: stays in the game for a long time because he's good at catching balls, but he's not as good at throwing them so he doesn't help his team much
  • America: accidentally knocks someone out because he doesn't know his own strength, leaves to go help the person who got k.o'd
  • England: brags about how well he's going to do then gets hit in the face almost immediately and trudges off, cursing and muttering about how he wasn't ready and this game is stupid
  • France: decent at dodging but can't catch or throw much, stays in the game on a similar strategy to Italy but without a Germany to hide behind
  • Russia: made the case that if he hit the ball with his face hard enough that it bounced back to the other side and hit someone else, it should count as catching it--got out because the rest of the world didn't see it that way
  • China: gets out after catching a few and making a couple of good throws because he's slow to get out of the way of balls he can't catch
  • Canada: is the person America knocked out
  • Prussia: as overly invested as his brother, but louder about it, gets out when he takes a little too much time to brag about that awesome throw he just made
  • Austria: pretends to be hurt so he doesn't have to play
  • Spain: having a really good time, not the first or the last to get out and makes one really good throw, cheers on his team loudly once he's out
  • Romano: didn't want to play in the first place, got dragged there and actually really enjoyed himself for about 1 minute before getting out, at which point he goes back to grumbling and cussing about how stupid this game is and how he didn't want to be here
  • Hungary: as good at this game as Germany, better at still having fun and remembering that it's a game not a damn war
@ people with disabilities that dont affect them greatly or every day

you are still disabled

your struggles are still valid

just because you arent sick all the time, it doesnt mean you arent sick.

just because you dont have many limitations, it doesnt mean you cant vent about the limitations you do have, because if your illness takes away even one experience/ability/feeling from you, its already taken too much.

dont let people invalidate you because you arent as “disabled as you could be”, because you are disabled, come @ them if they try to tell you youre not.

dont feel like you shouldnt be upset that you have this illness, just because it doesnt always affect you, or doesnt constantly affect you, it doesnt mean it doesnt affect you.

please dont feel like you have to constantly prove youre disabled, and if you do, remember that you are disabled, and you do have hardships and that you deserved to be believed.

I am so sorry you have to go through this, you shouldnt have to.

and above all

youre important and your issues, whether they be small or large, are important.

you matter.

CS FF: Casual Fridays

A/N: For @lifeinahole27, who long ago left me the prompt of ‘Captain Swan - casual Friday.’ Thanks go to @lenfaz for reading this over.

Summary: It was supposed to be just another one-night stand, but somehow she got carried away with this one.

Words: 4000 | Rating: M | ao3


Emma was pretty sure that if she wanted to take the time, she could write a really useful guide on what not to do when looking for a potential one night stand. Forget warnings like not being too drunk, not forgetting to pack a condom, and texting a friend to let them know where you are, these seemed like a given. There was plenty of more useful advice that could be shared.

For instance, don’t go for the guy at the bar with too much hair gel. It will end up with him getting all too handsy before you’ve even left the bar, and you’ll be lucky if he’s ever taken the time to figure out where a woman’s clit is given how long he’s spent getting his hair like that. Or don’t pick up the bartender of your local bar, unless you have no plans to return. Ever. Or avoid the guy in the corner of the coffee shop with the ponytail, he’s definitely going to recite some sort of poetry in your ear while trying to get you off and it is just going to kill it for you.

Or, much like the bartender scenario, don’t fuck your neighbor. No matter how hot or enticingly accented he may be, if your entire goal is an orgasm (or two, if you were lucky) and to never see the guy again, fucking your neighbor is counterproductive.

Emma was pretty sure this point couldn’t be high enough on said guide.

(Even if said neighbor delivered three.)

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another very important thing i wanna point out is, isak taking time away from even to get educated about bipolar is also SO important because it’s gonna be what distinguishes even/isak from even/sonja.

even feels as though sonja controls him, like she’s breathing down his neck all the time. that’s not healthy. even if sonja means well. which she does. she’s looking out for even. but even feels suffocated.

if isak gets this right, and takes time away from even to fully gather as much information as he can with regards to supporting even, then isak will know exactly when to give even room to breathe, and when to be right beside him, so that even doesn’t feel like he’s being controlled by isak too. that is what will make them have that understanding, something that is so key for a long lasting, loving, healthy relationship.

guys, do you see just HOW HEALTHY of an approach this is that skam are taking? this is the BEST thing isak could do for him and even right now, for the long run.


a Fatal_Error has Occurred: Chapter One - Part 8

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You guys.

Chapter One ends next week :)

Who’s ready for a very calm, non-exciting finale?

Sorry for the wait! I wanted to get these pages as right as possible. Sometimes pages like these take me longer because there’s a certain mood I want to capture. Also Photoshop takes forever to save all the changes because hundreds of layers >_>  I hope it was worth it :’) I hope they turned out alright D: I’m really nervous about this update for some reason.


Aftertale, Errortale, Genosans, and ErrorSans belongs to @loverofpiggies!

Outertale belongs to @outertale!

I feel like Chirrut and Baze have been together forever. They’ve been together for like 30 years and all that. But I feel like they were together when Baze stopped believing in the Force. And it was very difficult for them. Because Chirrut built his whole life on the Force. But he also loves Baze so much. And Baze can’t believe anymore. He’s been away. He’s seen too much. He can’t believe something connecting exists in a chaotic and awful universe.

Neither wants to hurt the other. They just love each other. They make it work because they love each other so much. But it is desperately hard. Baze feels no need to stay in the city, but Chirrut won’t leave because they are supposed to protect the temple. Baze wants to take Chirrut away to a planet outside of the Empire’s control and find peace. Chirrut will never stop fighting. Baze gets stronger to protect Chirrut.

Chirrut never shames Baze personally for his lack of faith. They tease each other. And Chirrut talks about his own faith. But he doesn’t talk about what Baze believes in.

(One time Baze tells him anyway: he believes in Chirrut. Chirrut stammers and blushes to his ears and never actually comments on it. Baze smiles whenever he thinks of the memory.)

Faith (or lack there of) is very important to them both. But they are just as important to each other. So they stay together for all of their lives until the very end.

BTS Reaction || Girlfriend Getting Drunk And Asking Them If They Are Gay


“But I’m YOUR boyfriend… How much did you drink?”


“What? But why would you ask me that?”


*Tries not to laugh too hard*
“Honey… you drank too much, let’s get you to bed…”


*Freezes like he’s Block B*
“Are you a man, Y/N?”

Rap Monster

“Are you consciously trying to end our relationship or should I take this bottle away from you?”


“Well, maybe a boyfriend wouldn’t forget I date him after a few shots”


*Talks to himself in a depressed V-voice*
“You kiss a man once and even your girlfriend doubts your sexuality. Perfect.”



Ryleigh froze as soon as she threw the doors open. Standing on her front door step was a very handsome, very pissed off looking man. His hair was half shaved, his arms, chest and neck were covered intricate tattoos, and he was staring at her with his arms folded and a glare that made her very glad looks couldn’t kill.

“Uh h-hi-lo … Hey. Hello?” Ryleigh stammered. “Um, can I help you?”

He finally looked away from her, his eyes sweeping over the room, taking in what was happening before turning his glare back to her.

“You’re making too much noise,” his voice deep and clearly angry.

“Oh!” Ryleigh glanced behind her at her friends, hoping one of them would notice what was happening and help her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realise. Um … where do you live?”

“Next door,” he jerked his head sharply towards the old house she’d jogged past that morning.

“Really? I didn’t think anyone lived there, it looked abandoned when I—” she snapped her mouth shut before she could finish her sentence and embarrass herself any further.

“When you stopped in front of my house to spy?” he growled and raised one eyebrow.

“I wasn’t - I didn’t - I—”

“Oooh hot guy!” Ryleigh was interrupted by a shout from behind her. Blakely had finally noticed who was at the door. “Come and join the party!”

His eyes snapped over to glare at Blakely in what looked like disgust. Blakely didn’t even notice, she’d gone back to singing and dancing without even waiting to see what his response was. After a moment his gaze settle back on Ryleigh and she tried not to flinch.

“Um, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, because she had no idea what else to say. “I, uh … We’ll keep it down. Sorry.”

And before she could embarrass herself any further she quickly shut the door.

anonymous asked:

I love Harry and his tiny little yellow swimsuit as much as anybody but being a beach volleyball player I have a real issue with him "playing" volleyball with the blowup ball. No, no, no! It literally would not work and is an insult to everyone who plays beach volleyball around the world. it would be too light in the wind would take it away. You honestly would barely be able to hit it over the net.

While I do not at all disagree, that wasn’t my focus in those pictures. Perhaps we should look at more of them to really assess the situation?

“Instructions for Taking Care of Yurio” -- Otabek Altin

Thank you for agreeing to look after Yurio while I am away. I appreciate it. He can be rather difficult at times, but I promise that his heart is in the right place. He has a small temper… 

Anyways, here’s some tips that might help:


  • Feed and Water — gets angry when hungry or dehydrated
  • Praise his grandpa’s prozhkis
  • Remain calm when he throws a fit
  • Bring cats (he likes them even if he says he doesn’t)
  • Nod when he badmouths Victor and Yuri and JJ and rest of the world
  • Call me if/when Yurio is too much to handle
  • Clean and pick up after him
  • Take him to the mall if he is bored
  • Save him if his fangirls are chasing him
  • Keep him busy and out of trouble


  • Assume he’s an angel because he looks like one
  • Make a move on Yurio while I am away
  • Mention JJ
  • Mention Victor’s promise to be his coach
  • Question his fashion
  • Suggest he should move his hair out of his face. He knows it’s there and he will tell you to “Go to Hell” –don’t take it personally
  • Take things personally when he cusses you out
  • Assume he’s angry when he looks angry, yells, or kicks things
  • Assume he is happy just because he is not frowning
  • Call the cops

Actually, on second thought, I think I will just take Yurio with me.

I remember looking up. It was cold, and her nose was red. Her hood was pulled over her messy ponytail, and her hands tucked away inside of her pink sleeves. She shivered, but she embraced the brisk air, just to look up at the stars that night. I had never seen a sky so crisp and clear in my 17 years on this Earth. it was the most breath taking sky I had ever seen, and she was the most breath taking girl. I remember looking up. Those stars couldn’t begin to compare to the skies I saw in her eyes. I couldn’t explore them much, because I didn’t want to make it too obvious, but let me tell you, I would have sat and counted every single star in that sky if it meant I could explore the ones held in her eyes. That smile, it won’t leave my head, it’s the most amazing curve I’ve ever found myself to see. Wow, she was astonishing. I remember looking up. I remember I wished time would just freeze right where it was, but she was so cold. I tried to warm her with a friendly hug, but God I didn’t want it to be friendly. I wanted to hold her, and kiss her forehead and pull her close to me. Her nose was still red, and her eyes were even brighter from the reflection of the stars. Her breath lingered in the air in a soft white cloud. She is astonishing. I remember looking up. I wanted to kiss her under those stars. I wanted the world’s quiet nature around us, the stars silence above us, and the cold air inside our lungs. I ached to feel her face fit into my hands as I pulled her close to me. I want to take care of her and keep her safe. Her voice was so soft, and her laugh so contagious. I could listen to her voice for hours upon hours. Those stars were beginning to dim to me, not because the sky changed, it didn’t change at all. The way I looked at her changed. It all changed that night. I remember looking up. The most beautiful night sky I had ever seen turned into something average, because the most beautiful girl was standing under them, right next to me. I remember she looked up, but my eyes were on her.
—  If you see this, I adore you
Imagine: Joker and Harley take their daughter trick r treating

Request: “Hi! I love your imagines/stories so much! Could you do a Joker X daughter reader story about joker and Harley taking their daughter trick or treating. Thank you!”

First off thank you so much! The compliment really means a lot! 
I hope you like it @bitch-its-bigbang


Harley skipped down the hallway with costumes piled up to her nose. Halloween was always her favorite, and even tho Puddin wouldn’t admit it, it was his favorite too. It was the only time him and his sweethearts could be totally free to roam the city without anything holding them back. Everyone wanted to cause mayhem on Halloween in Gotham, which made blending in easy and easy to get away with everything. The bat is always booked on Halloween.

“Hey y/n can ya help me baby I got a lotta stuff here” your mother called out for you and you opened your door to see her struggling to carry all the costumes she had bought. You gave your mother a worried look and she dropped all the the costumes unable to keep them all together. “What’s wrong?” she pouted at you.

“Well mom…mommy…” you looked at all the costumes sprawled out on the floor. Cinderella, Snow White, Witch, Zombie as you figured. “Mommy I don’t uhhh..”

Harley was getting worried and impatient “Spit it out darlin!”

“I already picked out a costume.. well I know what I want to be at least, and it’s not.. anything you usually do this year.” you looked down at your feet already feeling sorry for saying it.

Harley stepped toward you and clasped your face in her hands. “But baby I always pick out your costume! What’s different about this Halloween?” And that’s when from out of the bedroom jumped and startled both girls. The Joker clapped his hands and screamed 


“What’s different about this year darlin is that our Princess wanted my help specccccccifically for this costume!” your father slithered his words out and you smiled and ran into his arms. He wrapped you in his embrace, picked you up and spun you around in his arms looking up at Harley awaiting her reaction.

“uh….why ‘specifically’ puddin?” she twirled her pigtail in between her fingers

“Well tell her princess, tell mommy why you needed my help” he smiled at his you as you unburied your face from his shoulder.

“I want to go trick r’ treatin as daddy this year… if that’s okay mommy?” worried about what she may think you rested your head back down on his shoulder looking away from her. Joker put his hand over his mouth to give Harley a silent grin mocking her.

“Guess you know who the favorite parent is now darlin, huh?” 

“Oh quiet you clown, I think that’s the sweetest idea I’ve ever heard! Princess wants to be just like the King.” She flirtatiously said as she leaned in for a kiss. The Joker growled and returned the gesture.

“Okay okay ew” you protested. “I need to finish getting ready, have the lambo started and be seated when im finished.” You demanded, grinning as you walked into your room to get ready, loving that you could get away bossing them around.

“Well you heard our princess Harley, get your ass in the lambo” he winked at her and she blew him a kiss back.

Your dad had gotten you every custom for the night. The purple shirt, the silver gold jacket, gold chains, green wig, you even insisted on the metal grill and he could never deny his princess anything. Especially when it came to this ego boost. After you applied the red lipstick you ran out to the lambo and hopped on your dads lap and away you went. “Make sure you go to the rich neighborhood! I want the big candy bars! and I’m not wasting our bombs on houses that arent pretty!”

You guys pulled up to the first house, refusing to go by yourself you grabbed both your parents by the hands and drug them up the driveway with you. You rang the doorbell and an old woman opened the door. 

“Oh well hello dear! And what do nice kids say before they get candy?” she smiled warmly at you 

“Give me the candy lady!” she pulled back stunned and pulled glasses out of her sweater and looked at your parents as she put them on.

“What kind of child talks like tha- OH MY” once she saw clearly who you were with she apologized to you and poured the entire dish of candy into your pillow case. Harley and Joker smiled at each other and winked as they both reached in their pockets. 

“No No No! Come on guys enjoy the Halloween spirit a little bit first!” You protested whatever trick they were about to pull out and they rolled their eyes. You grabbed your parents again and drug them to each and every house on the block. Along the way Joker had to bite his tongue driving around wanting to complain about gas every time he looked at how happy you were. As the doors opened residents went pale and gave you whatever you wanted. You always loved Halloween because it was the time your parents and you could walk freely down the street. It wasn’t until they were face to face with the person at the door did anyone know, and by then they just locked themselves in and turned off the light.

“Princess you know daddy loves you but this is getting on his nerves, don’t you have enough candy? “ He sighed picking you up in his arms. 

“I don’t care about the candy really daddy, I just love walking around dressed like you.” Your father stared blankly at you for a moment, not sure of how to handle what he was feeling at that moment. It wasn’t until Harley’s sniffles broke the silence that he reacted.

“Oh puddin, how about we make this house the grand finale then huh?” Harley wiped her tears away and smiled at you “Hows that sound baby?” You grinned and nodded at her. Joker still staring at you just held you closer to him and shook his head in agreement. The clown family piled into the lambo for the last trip.

The Joker and his sweethearts pulled up to the mansion with lights shining and music blaring. “Well ladies would you look at this? A party we weren’t invited to!” Joker said as he popped the trunk and pulled out such contraptions you weren’t sure what they were, but you knew it’d be loud and bright.

“Princess stand behind mommy and daddy and watch how Halloween is really meant to be celebrated!” your father cackles echoed doen the street as him and your mother pulled the trigger 


The house went up in flames and the three of you howled with laughter. On the drive home you ate the candy in your bag and enjoyed the rare silence and calmness your parents were exhibiting. The screams of the people on the street and police sirens had become like white noise to them. The Joker was relishing in the fact something like you could love him enough to want to embody him. Harley was leaned back in the lambo fixated on the thought that not too long ago she sat at her desk in arkham only dreaming of this and what a plus she had 2 jokers tonight. When you pulled up at home your father carried you in to your room half asleep in his arms. Harley cuddled up next to her little clown and fell asleep. The joker studied the scenes before him before kissing your head.

“My little looney tunes.”

BTS reaction after your first kiss


Jin would be about to go on stage, but would tell you he needed a good luck kiss. It would be sweet and lingering as the boys stared in jealousy awe at how cute you two were. He’d pull away with a simple ‘see you later Jagi’ and a wink to go on stage. He’d put on the best performance of his life that night.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Your first kiss would be a little while into your relationship, he wouldn’t want to rush things. But good things come to those who wait because it would be perfect. He’d pull away and just look at you with the most adoring eyes you’d ever see and a small smile before taking your hands in his and kissing them too, a rare show of affection to remind you how much you mean to him.

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


After dropping you off home after your dinner date, Hoseok, having practised this a million few times in his head, would boldly grab your waist and press a searing, passionate kiss to your lips. Smirking slightly he’d leave you flustered, heart pounding on your door step, saying a simple ‘good night Jagi’ over his shoulder.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


You two had been dating for a while and you both really wanted to get your first kiss right so when he finally leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss, everything was perfect, the time, the place and the person. However, when Namjoon cheekily said ‘hmm, I think we need a bit more practice don’t you?’ you were more than happy to oblige.

Originally posted by baebsaes


Jimin’s kisses would be sweet and loving with a little bit of naughtiness thrown in, so when you felt him nibbling on your bottom lip, your first kiss may have turned into a little bit more. So when you finally pull away, a rosy blush flushed on your cheeks, he would smile at you bashfully saying ‘aw you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed!’

Originally posted by btsfunboyz


Tae would just pull away wondering to himself if you could be anymore perfect. His mind would be so consumed with thoughts of you that he wouldn’t even notice when he caught himself staring at you while running his thumb over his bottom lip causing you to blush. ‘Oh I’m sorry Jagi, you’re just so beautiful and that was amazing.’

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


He’d come back from his third date with you to a full on interrogation from the boys. After many questions, Namjoon piped up with ‘did you kiss her?!’ ‘…maybe’ he’d reply to huge ceelbrations from the rest of the boys, their little Kookie was growing up. He just sat there, his face glowing like this:

Originally posted by jibeom

i’m so tired from thanksgiving and I have the worst headache but I still wanted to get a few requests in, hope you all had a good thanksgiving if you celebrate it!

Also I’m so close to 900 followers that’s so crazy I was shook when I hit 200 now there’s almost 1000 people following me?? and they aren’t all porn blogs?? that’s insane man i’m so thankful for that thank you so much for your follow!!

V+Saeran added.

Zen gets on your nerves with the way he still smokes and drinks. It’s too much, you’re concerned about his health which causes quite a few arguments to start up because he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. Also how sometimes he allows fans to get a little too close for your comfort because his friendliness can sometimes be too inviting for them and they take it the wrong way. In the end he always throws away those papers with scribbles of phone numbers on them or will deny a fans kiss and offer a hug to them instead for you.

Jumin is still hard to communicate with and it can be upsetting. Sometimes he won’t share his feelings until he just angrily explodes them all at once when you both are arguing about something. He also holds on to things too much and overthinks, and you two bicker about how he can’t hold every single thing against someone. He doesn’t like to ask about things, so if he misunderstands something you said or did he’ll hold onto it until he can’t stand it anymore and finally brings it up. He’s learning though, you have to help him express his emotions and communicate with you since he’s used to that being a bad thing.

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