tell me if i should keep it

I know it’s easy to get down about season 2, it wasn’t perfect and it fell short of the expectations of many. I love this show dearly and while content should be criticized, it’s still been making me a bit sick to my stomach when others say that they don’t have any high hopes for season 3. This show means a lot to me and I don’t want to give up on it. But I’ve been telling myself this in order to keep myself upbeat and I though I’d post it here.

This is only the second season of the show. It was likely written before the first season aired so they didn’t have much feedback to work on at the time. Now they have a bunch of feedback regarding important characters, LGBT+ content, things they shouldn’t do, etc. Tyler Labine (Hunk’s VA) has said that the crew is receptive to the opinions and feedback of fans and the cast. Shows have made huge mistakes before and gone on to redeem themselves. 

If we have six seasons ahead of us there’s a good chance that each season will center around a certain character (Keith, Lance, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk). That’s also a lot of time to repair character development and work on proper relationship development (Especially LGBT+ content). Remember, the crew will be more receptive to fans who take the time to be polite and avoid asking about ships/spoilers at every opportunity. Use that to your advantage when pointing out that they’re doing something wrong. It’s becoming hard to distinguish hate from legitimate criticism, make it easier.

There’s a good chance they will make this show what it deserves to be. For everyone’s sake I really hope so.

I don’t talk about this much, but I’m gonna just put everything out there. I, my sister, and my mother were abused from my father. He showed many signs of verbal abuse, hitting, extreme jealousy, and manipulative behavior. I’ve never forgiven him, but since I am out of that lifestyle, I have chosen to forget about it, even if it haunts my dreams. But whenever I see K*ramel, it reminds me of it.

The way he plays around with her like she is a puppet disgusts to me. And its not because of me wanting supercorp to happen, or kara to be bisexual, this is showing false ways of how a relationship should be. The writers are telling girls and boys who watch this that if you keep pushing your feelings on someone with aggressive behavior, you’ll eventually get the girl. There are young girls watching this, believing that Mon-el is some sort of hero/saint. The writers are putting a mind set for young viewers of this kind of behavior, ABUSIVE behavior. 

He has fought her which resulted in a lot of violence, he publicly humiliated her more than once, he told someone he missed using women as objects because it was easier, he toyed with her feelings so he could get what he wanted and everybody somehow still sees it as a cute couple. Yet whenever I talk about this in the context of something else, the karamels immediately freak out. This relationship is unhealthy, romantic or platonic. Abuse doesn’t change whether its fiction or real life, because it still shows a story of lies, hate, and fake love. 

(( I’m so tired, I even blacked out earlier, don’t even remember what I was doing and then my parents come to me and say how I should show them everything is fine and show how I want to do things even when I don’t and now they keep telling me to do things and I’m all dirty and stinky willing to take a shower and because I showed I didn’t want to go the market earlier with mom she kept telling me bad things the whole day and my father just agrees with her and I’m so fucking done, fuck everything! They make me feel I’m a terrible thing but I can’t say that because I have absolute no reason to be sad! Actually, I can’t be sad! Cause I stress them!
Fuck everything!!! I’m so tired of this shit, I feel so depressed and they fucking don’t understand! They just drink and keep making stupid jokes! Fuck this shit!!))

there are two settings. the first is success, a crushing perfection that simmers below the surface, a gritted-teeth force that breaks down more often than it runs. it is relying on panic to wake you up, it is nightmares about numbers, it is being unable to stop shaking when the test comes back, it is empty scores, no flaws found but still feels sore. it is the appearance of self-assurance, top-of-the-class, always-in-yoga. nobody gets into the room when you’re sobbing over your gpa. they only smell the candles and not the burning.

the second is failure. it comes in the wake of the smallest thing. a shrug and “you could have done better” rather than a smile. that’s it. and then it’s time to destroy everything. she frowned at me once, we aren’t really her friend and we must never speak to her again. he didn’t want to get dinner, not only is he not interested but he finds us repulsive. it is realizing you are sixteen minutes late and just skipping class rather than showing up late. it’s refusing to study because you understand nothing. it’s taking something down before someone can rip it down for you. it’s isolating yourself so nothing can hurt you and it’s hurting because you’re isolated. it’s missed calls, never-at-work, always-too-drunk. 

that’s it. all or nothing.

spice up those coffee shop AUs
  • sure, i used to be a regular, but i literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in two years. how do you still remember my order??
  • you wrote my name down wrong the first time i came here and i didn’t correct you, but you’re really sweet and now i don’t know how to tell you you’ve been calling me by the wrong name for the past month.
  • i’m the manager and one of the other employees keeps drawing amazing art on the chalkboards, but i can’t figure out who it is?? i’ve been keeping a meticulous schedule to figure out whose shift it appears during
  • i work opening shift, but whenever i get there at 5:30 somehow you’re always already there, looking flawlessly put together. you haven’t even had your coffee yet. tell me your secrets.
  • we’re coworkers but we work different shifts and communicate exclusively through post-it notes. maybe i should just give you my phone number already so you can tell me more about the lady who ordered a latte for her ten year old.
  • you and your friend always sit at the table a couple down from mine and gossip in [insert language here], which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how hot i am??? 
  • i love hot chocolate So Much but it’s embarrassing to be the adult ordering hot chocolate at a coffee shop, so do you think you could announce that it’s a different drink when you’re giving it to me??
  • at the local coffee shop, there’s a chess set set up in one corner of the shop and every morning i move one piece. later in the day, someone else always moves a piece too. i’m dying to know who i’m playing against.
  • i’m a new hire and you’re trying to show me how to use the espresso machine. i actually already know how to use it, but i’m pretending to be incompetent so that you’ll keep talking to me. please don’t fire me.

I am watching the election at school with my students and other teachers. My students started the night out with laughs, eating pizza, asking to take selfies with me in the election theme photo booth– it was cute, fun, happy things these children should be doing on a festive Tuesday night.

Now, as the night has gone on, I have seen my students’ laughter turn into terror. Several have come up to be crying, shaking, some in full blown panic attacks. They keep asking me “Ms B, is everything going to be ok?” and that might be the hardest question I’ve ever had to answer in my 23 years because I don’t have an answer. I don’t know how to tell them that I, the supposed calm and collected adult in the room, don’t know if things are going to be ok either.

Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // How I desire to be loved. 

Some Belated Valentines 2k17 Highlights from Flower Land

- The giant Russian man who stormed through the door while we were quite busy and shouted “Whoooo is helping me? I need BEST FLOWERS in the WORLD because I have BEST WIFE!!”
- The old man who picked up his roses at 8 AM and when I said “I hope she likes them!” giggled and said “These oughta keep me outta the dog house for at least a week!”
- At 3 PM: “I need a delivery of tulips to the south side today.” “We aren’t doing any more deliveries to the south side today.” “I should tell you that this is on behalf of my client {Redacted Football Player} of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.”
- “Hey, boss, I have an order from FootballPlayer of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.” “Don’t you mean FootballPlayer of The Bears FOR NOW?”
-“Okay tell him we’ll do it but he has to buy all our remaining tulips.”
- One guy wanted to buy a teddy bear holding a real rose so I made a teeny tiny rose bouquet for the bear to hold and it is easily the cutest thing I have ever made.
- This same guy grabbed a 55 dollar
arrangement from my table and brought it to me and said “Add flowers to this until it is 200 dollars.”
- Valentine’s Day makes some men crazy.
- When the last man came in to pick up his arrangement twenty minutes after we were supposed to close everyone who was working shouted his name in unison and it was Hilarious.
- All the parents sending flowers to their single professional daughters. Almost all of them made me teary. People from all over the country have daughters who live in Chicago and are single and they all wanted to send their single Chicago daughters flowers.
- “A man is calling and he says you are his best friend?” “What?” “He has an Eastern European accent?” “OH! It’s the man who has the best wife!”
- “I would like 100 roses.” “That will be 600 dollars.” “I would like 12 roses.”

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Holy shit. I was feeling really bad today because I haven’t been consistent with my workouts for the past two weeks but I also just realized that I should still be proud because of how far I’ve come considering I’ve lost 80 pounds in less than a year. I started in size 18 pants in June and am currently in a size 6. I need to keep telling myself that it’s all about progress and not perfection. Even though I’m stuck at the same weight and I have been for about two weeks, I am still worlds away from where I started in 2016 and I’m feeling the best that I’ve ever felt in my life. Time to get serious and get back on it because running my mouth won’t make shit happen.

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Tupac’s first verse from “Keep Ya Head Up” 👑🙌🏿🙏🏿❤️

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nothin’ don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don’t need him
And I ain’t tryin to gash up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
……He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but you gotta keep your head up”

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Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  How I desire to be loved. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (362/366)

there are some ultimatums i wish i had made earlier. cut myself out of pictures long beforehand. my mother told me if someone ever gave me an ultimatum to just get out of there but i think she forgot there are good ones. 

like it’s me or it’s your hate of women. like i should have stopped talking to him long before then. but he was nice when he wasn’t making those jokes and i tried to tell him. he said they weren’t hurting anyone. but why did he think i was bringing it up, then? it didn’t matter. i was young. and.

like it’s me or you keep doing those little impressions of a gay man. like i knew she thought they were funny. and she said she was totally fine with gay people. i should have known then. when she found out about me she couldn’t stop laughing. of course, she cackled, while i held hands with my girlfriend, god i knew you were weird but this is “and then some.”

it’s me or your petty racism. it’s me or how you treat waitresses. it’s me or you keep being a terrible human. i believe in you and i think you can change but the question is will you. because when i told him it’s me or your anger, he chose his anger. there are people like that. who won’t change. who don’t care enough about you. there are times you have to realize - we are two incompatible humans and flawed and maybe one of us is right or we’re both wrong but it doesn’t matter because we just don’t belong. there’s no reconciling what we’ve lost. 

she said fine. it’s me or your goddamn feminist poetry. and i smiled. because that one was easy. i just wish she hadn’t waited to ask me.

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As a vegan, I’ve always been bothered by Pokémon who don’t have eyes. All animals have eyes, so all Pokémon should have eyes, too. Here are four Pokémon that usually don’t have eyes but now do have eyes just like their animal counterparts. If this post helps even just one concerned environmentalist like myself, then I’ll know my life isn’t the “embarrassing waste of time” my stepmom’s parrot keeps telling me it is.

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

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I am the ruling elite. My company is the machine that keeps the cogs of Gotham running. Wow. Killing me should mean something! And you’re telling me no one’s going to see it? You’re saying I need an audience? Oh. Look, I know you’re just trying to buy time so you can escape. But your point is still valid. Saddle up, boys! We’re taking this show on the road! And I know just the spot. Come on.