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Nothing is going to change. Americans love their guns more than they love people and after Sandy Hook we decided that killing over 20 children was acceptable and not outrageous enough to make reasonable restrictions on guns. This is America, a country that has been around for 200 years, a superpower, a 1st world nation, and one of the wealthiest countries on the planet and we refuse to protect our own people. We respect guns more than we respect the lives of people. 

Being fat has always been like…A Thing in gay communities, fat gay people have always existed, and the fact that there is this culture on tumblr of lifting up skinny, white, rich people who can afford to fit into a certain Artsy Queer Look™ is really really saddening

This is especially true for butch lesbians!! Why are Masculine Looks™ always on some skinny Tattoosleeve McSuspenders cookie-cutter model!!

Let’s collectively shift the spotlight

I recently saw a video of a young woman talking about all of the reasons our generation, the Millennials, sucks and that’s she’s sorry for what we’ve become. Here is my, a fellow Millennial, response:

You say we’re just ‘existing’ and not ‘contributing anything to society.’ The oldest Millennial is 34, the youngest is 12, we haven’t had time to contribute anything yet. We’re trying to survive in a world that no other generation has had to grow up in, with a tanked economy and most of our childhood hearing nothing but war in the Middle East on the news while also being profoundly connected. We didn’t do that.

You say we’re no longer polite, we don’t say ‘no, sir’ or ‘no ma’am’ anymore and we no longer hold the door open for our elders or women. We also don’t expect low-paid workers to break their backs for us, or at yell at them when they make a mistake, like my 60-year-old grandfather does. We say ‘no problem’ when there’s a mistake in order, and politely stand by while the 40-something-year-old soccer mom huffs and rolls her eyes as the new girl struggles to punch in the correct code.

You say our music objectifies women and glorifies drugs and criminals. There has been no significant change from the songs that were once sung or the singers who sang them. Many of the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s performers were drug addicts, womanizers, and criminals in their own right. Elvis Presley was child abuser, John Lennon raped his many girlfriends and most of the music I grew up listening, which was 80’s rock, were performed by habitual drug abusers. Let’s not pretend like human nature took a drastic turn when 1983 rolled around.

You say we cuss to prove a point. We, as a generation, have learned it’s not the words we fucking use, it’s the passion in them that we care about. As a generation, we’ve become more interested in politics and the world around us, cursing is minor problem when we consider the political climate the older generation has plunged us into.

You say we use ‘bae’ to describe the ones we love. Bae, originally, means ‘before anyone else’ which is incredibly romantic in my opinion. Bae is also hardly ever taken seriously, it’s a jokey way to talk about someone you love. Language changes, I doubt people were happy when we changed ‘wherefore’ into ‘why.’ The greatest injustice we can do to our language and culture is not allow it to evolve and grow with us.

You say we idolize people like Kim Kardashian and shame people like Tim Tebow. Kim Kardashian is a business woman who had a private video she made with a lover illegally revealed. Instead of fading into obscurity, she stood tall and did not let the sexual shaming she endured stop her and now runs a multi-million dollar industry, is married to one of the richest men in the world, and had two beautiful children. Tim Tebow is a Christian who was criticized by a few people for praying in an open stadium while most people just wanted to see a game.

You say we’re lazy and entitled, we want to make a lot of money and get a free education but we’re not willing to put in the work. We are not lazy. I cannot tell you how many people I meet who have gone to school full time while working a part or even full-time job just to make ends meet. We’re not entitled, we’re bitter. In the 70’s, you could work a part time job over the summer and pay your way through four years of school because tuition was $400, now just to walk in the door of your local community college you need to drop $14,000. We have kids who aren’t even old enough to drink, yet are already $20,000 deep in debt. Debt that won’t go away because even filing for bankruptcy won’t erase it. And even with that education, there’s no guarantee you’ll find something in your field. I have a friend who has a degree in microbiology and she’s making $9 an hour selling $15 candles. I have another friend who has a masters in Sport Psychology and Counseling. She’s a bartender. My parents bought a three bedroom house in the suburbs in the late 90’s while my generation is imagining apartments with breezy windows and trying to get enough money to get food while we scrounge up less than $8 a week.

You say we spend more time online making friends and less time building relationships and our relationship’s appearance on Facebook is more important than building the foundation that relationship is based on. We are a generation that is profoundly connected and no other generation has seen this before. We have more opportunities to meet people from all over the world and better chances to understand other worldviews and lifestyles. Being able to stay home and talk to people over the internet is cheaper and more relaxing than having to force yourself to interact with people in public settings after a long day of minimum wage labor. The people I talk to more over the internet are people I have been friends with for years. It’s easier to talk about the day’s events over Skype or Facebook Messenger than arrange a day to meet in person when you have conflicting schedules. I truly don’t believe most people care what others think of their friendship or how their relationships ‘look’ on social media. Most often what you are calling ‘our relationship’s appearance on Facebook’ are documented and searchable memories.

You say our idea of what we believe in is going on Facebook and posting a status on Facebook. Not everyone can join in with the crowds of protesters. It’s easy to see what others have to say through the comments and argue back without the threat of violence. And when this generation does organize events to stand up for ourselves, it’s met with childish name-calling or being reduced to a ‘riot.’

You say we believe the number of follows we have reflects who we are as a person. It’s nice knowing there’s 20 or 50 or maybe even 100 people who care what you have to say or think. We live in an age where we can and will be heard.

You say we don’t respect our elders, that we don’t respect our country. Our elders grew up in one of the greatest economic booms in history and in turn made it the worst economic situation since the 1930’s all while blaming kids who were only five at the time for it. We stand on our flag because it means nothing, it’s a pretty banner for an ugly lie. We’re a country that says you can make it if you just work hard enough while, in the end, that will almost never happen. We’re a country that becomes irate at the idea of 20-something college kids standing on some canvas dyed red, white, and blue but seem to shrug off the millions of homeless, disabled veterans.

You say we’re more divided than ever before. Ever before what? When black folk couldn’t drink from the same fountain as white folk? When women couldn’t vote? When white southerners fought for the idea that they could keep black people as slaves? We’re a generation that is done with injustice and when you fight for social change, you will divide people.

You say everything that was frowned up is celebrated. What does that mean? We frowned up gay marriage. We frowned upon wives being able to say no to sex with their husbands. We frowned up interracial marriage. We frowned up black folk being allowed to go to school with white folk. We frowned upon women being allowed to vote. Are those things not worth celebrating?

You say nothing has value in our generation, that we take advantage of everything. We value friendship more, we value the fists of change, we value social justice and family and the right to marry those we love. We value the right to be yourself, wholly and fully. We value the right to choose and we value the idea of fighting what you believe in, even when everyone older than you is telling you you’re what’s wrong with the country.

You say we have more opportunities to succeed than those before but we don’t ‘appreciate’ them. We are a bitter generation. You can finance a boat for 3.9% but you have to pay back college tuition plus 8.9%. We may have more opportunities but those opportunities cost money we don’t have.

You say you can see why we’re called ‘Generation,’ but we’re not Generation Y, we’re Millennials and we do feel entitled. We were promised a strong economy and inexpensive education. We had the world in our hands and we were going to make it better. And it was ripped away from us because of incompetent rulers, illegal wars, and greedy corporations and we get blamed for it. Crime has gone down, abortion and unintended pregnancy has lowered, people are living longer, people are more educated, people are less likely to die from violent crime or diseases, yet my generation is touted as the worst generation and for what? Crimes that we’re accused of that happened before we could even wipe our own ass? We were raised better, and we were raised in a society that treated, and continues to treat, us like garbage. And we are done. We are not sorry, we did nothing wrong.

  • Lexi: *over the comms* Everyone has to stop eating junk. For now on, only vegetables and protein!
  • Vetra: *over the secret comms* I have fifteen cases of Blast-Os in my room. We can hold out longer than she can.

Swing the Wii Remote in a quick motion over your head to jump up and shoot- Whoop-Boooo Alright HUP-BAAHH!! Buckets! Hyup-HAAAH Kobe! Hup-Aahh KOBE! Jordan! Hup-Bah-Kobeeee!! Alright hup-BAAHH-KOBE!! KOBE!! Kobe. Kob- Kobe!! Buckets! Jordan? what is the metric Kobe! and its using to decide how Kobe! you make? KOBE BABY! KOBEBEEF! wha-why-   And- [LAUGHTER]   And Kobe!  what’s the math   Buckets! it’s doing to seeJordan! if you’re making the Jordan! shots Buckets! try Pippin?Oh yeah that’s it ¡Sccccottyyy Pippin! ScottyPippin! Charles BarkleeeYYyYYyyyyyyy! Larry Bird? Larry BiiiiIIIiiiiiird!! Larry Bird.

GOOD GOD WHAT’S THE DEAL.

anonymous asked:

Imagine if the boys accidentally got caught under some alien thingy that basically acts like a love potion that makes them act on their feelings that they were hiding for their s/o

I think I got angsty at the end, oops. 


“Well, it essentially acts like a truth serum! Making him more susceptible to answering direct questions and acting on the most subtle of urges. Quite ingenious really, it harms no one except those with something to hide. It reminds me of the way Alkornizaks snuff out–”

“What do you mean essentially Coran? Is he going to be ok?” You glanced fearfully at the paladin sitting before you who was swaying gently back and forth while gazing at you with a glazed expression akin to some sort of wonder. 

“Well, in short answer, yes!”

“And in long answer??”

Coran twirled his mustache and smiled kindly, “The serum was meant for Allura but thankfully Alteans and Humans aren’t too terribly different in their metabolism. He’ll be fine in a few hours. Why don’t you take him to his room, eh? Let me know if anything happens.” You thanked Coran and he left the medical bay with a fatherly wave, leaving you alone with a drugged paladin you’ve been harboring feelings for what seems like ages.

A part of you wanted to ask him how he felt about you but the other, more moral side was screaming that that would be a violation of the trust you both had built. Taking advantage of their fragile state would be an unforgivable act no matter how you twisted it….or wanted it. Damn your good upbringing. “Alright, you”, your paladin perked up as you closed the gap between you, “Let’s get you to bed, huh? Would you like that?”

Shiro

  • since he’s one of the biggest paladins, will probably be less influenced by the serum but will still be very much a happy limp noodle
  • hums happily when you grab his hand and tug him along and continues to hum a happy tune down the hall. he has a really nice voice.
  • then he notices your butt. Normally he likes to sneak looks and maybe daydream a bit about being able to just hold it while he kisses you. But that’s normally.
    • Totally uses your clasped hands to twirl you around, hold you to his chest, and gently kiss you while running a hand through your hair.
    • The moment is ruined when his other hand snakes down and gives that butt a good squeeze and a little smack
  • When you pull back in surprise Shiro just giggles and tells you he’s been wanting to do that for ages (his hand is still on your butt)
  • “Alright lover boy, get back to me when you’re sober.” “So, you’re not mad?” “Not at all, I just want you sober before any declarations of love or whatever.” 
    • he makes you stay with him in his room until the serum wears off completely. Realizes what he’s done but proceeds to quietly ask you if you want to date him.
    • You draw him in for a slow kiss as your answer. 
    • Then you smack. that. ass. 

Hunk

  • Also less influenced by the serum but he’s an honest boy with no boundaries
  • proceeds to tell you his every thought. He is straight up narrating his mind rn
  • “You’re hands are really soft, how do you do that? Also they’re really warm and wow, I am holding a pretty girl’s hand right now. Oh my god, we’re holding hands! WOOOOOOW!!! This is great. You’re great. Have I ever told you how pretty you are? Because I thought you were an angel when I first met you and then you started cooking with me and I think maybe you were flirting with me a little? I dunno, but then I thought–no, I knew you were an angel. I literal space angel. In space. I don’t ever want to let go of your hand. Can we stay like this??? Because I’m having a great time–”
    • This continues all the way to his room and he’s just so earnest and sincere and so goddamn sweet you end up smiling the whole time because you’ve like him for a while and it’s very clear he likes you too
  • Totally understands why you aren’t talking to him too terribly much because he’s acutely aware that he’s spilling his guts and would normally be mortified if he were sober but he’s adamant about you staying with him for a bit because he just really wants to be in your presence.
    • “–Because I like you, like really like you and I kinda want to be with you every second of the day but I know that’s not really practical because like, you need to sleep and go to the bathroom, and so do I, but can we like date or something? Because I really want to call you my girlfriend, and babe, and darling, and honey bear, and–”
    • You cut him off with a finger to the lips and ask him to try again when he’s sober. He nods and continues talking your ear off about whatever topic you through at him until the serum wears off and he’s able to very sheepishly ask if you still like him.
    • Spoiler alert: you do.

Keith

  • “Let’s get you to bed, huh? Would you like that?” There’s a small moment where you realize just how fucked up the serum has made Keith because he looks so lost and confused and his eyes are a bit glassy as the rake up your form. He looks like he’s trying to process each individual syllable you’ve just said and by the way he’s tugging at his bottom lip, he’s having a rough time. Maybe the serum works differently on Galra?
    • Then he snaps back to reality for a second long enough to say, “Only if you join me.”
    • “Well, I am technically taking you to your room-” “NO!!!”
  • Keith stands up and wobbles a bit after his extremely loud exclamation so you reach out to hold his arms and he just kinda collapses into you. Seriously, what was in that stuff?
    • He takes an extra second before raising his head and kinda knocking you in the forehead with his own. It hurts but Keith is really close and you can make out every light freckle on his nose and his eyes are just so impossibly purple and pretty you just kind of freeze while he takes the time to gather his syrupy thoughts
  • He gets huffy and pouty but finally he he’s able to talk.
    • “I want you to stay with me. All the time. I don’t like it when you leave me. I get jealous when Lance makes you laugh. Or Hunk lets you try new food. Or when Shiro ruffles your hair. Or when you and Pidge and Allura have those girl nights? What are those??? I want to do all those things with you. I want you. I like you.”
    • Keith got quieter at the end of his little speech and is now a blushy mess but he’s still wobbly and leaning onto you for support. He’s got a hand in your hair and is playing with it mostly so he can avoid looking at your face because he’s scared. Scared he’ll get rejected like how his parents rejected him, like the garrison reject him.
  • You smile and nuzzle his nose with yours to get him to look back at you and the tears in his eyes break your heart. You leave a small kiss on his nose and reassure him you’re not going anywhere and will sit in bed with him if that’s what he wants.
  • The serum wears off some time after you’ve accidentally fallen asleep in his bed so Keith ends up spooning you and whispering how much he likes you into your hair. When you eventually wake up the first thing he does is try to give you a kiss. 
    • I say try because he came at you a little too fast and ended up knocking your faces together. You got it right the second time.

Lance

  • “You’re the prettiest lady I’ve ever seen.” You hate how much your heart races hearing those words out of Lance’s mouth because if he wasn’t such a flirt they might actually mean something. You gently tug on his hand and try to lead him away but Lance digs his heels into the ground and brings you to a stop.
    • “You don’t believe me.” The uncharacteristically serious tone in Lance’s voice makes you turn around. You want to tell him no, of course not, but such harsh words aren’t in your nature. You also want to tell him how much you want to believe him because the butterflies you get every time he smiles at you won’t go away 
  • Lance drops your hand and takes a deep breath, like he’s readying himself for something big.
    • “You heard Coran. Truth serum. I can’t lie right now. I. Like. You. I like the way you laugh at my jokes and that way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous. I like that I can spill my guts to you and know that you won’t make fun of me for it. I like how you always make sure to praise me after practice, and the way you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating, and the way your face lights up when you hit your targets…” 
    • Lance grabs both of your hands this time and brings them up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on each. “I like how you make me feel like I’m not alone,” he whispers.
  • You’re shook. You don’t know what to say and Lance is just standing there, waiting, still holding your hands to his mouth. He likes you. He actually likes you!
    • Eventually you end up smiling and asking him to try again when he’s back to himself because you feel a little iffy about coerced confessions. He agrees and tries to nuzzle into your hair but the serum has made him forget how to move those limbs and he kind of ends up toppling over onto you but it’s hilarious and your guys’ laughter ends up dissipating the serious vibe that was going on
  • After he’s serum free Lance does his best to make a bouquet out of whatever he can find including paper, some really cool plants from the kitchen, what you’re sure is a sock, some metal pieces from Pidge’s shop, and one of the mice and proceeds to knock on your door to officially ask you out.
    • He gets down on one knee and everything. When you say yes and take the “bouquet” he proceeds to scream “SHE SAID YES” as loud as possible while running around in circles. Keith yells at him to shut up but you think he’s absolutely adorable.
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