they can't keep me out of there

Got back two days ago. Literally have no food in my apartment and can’t afford to keep buying lunch at the store (and I’m not talking takeaway I’m talking the 3£ meal deal or something cheap, like even when I have money I’m not made of money.)

Me: *chewing on oatmeal I made out of water, and a little cinnamon*

Me@myself: Yo. You need to buy some actual food bitch.

Me. Yeah yeah… I will.

Me@myself: When?

Me: Later

Me&myself: But when…

Me: I said later!!!


*hysterical laughing in the distance*


Never Underestimate the pain of a person, because in all honesty, everyone is struggling. Some people are better at hiding it than others.
—  Will Smith

I can’t tell you what it feels like in that room because this will be my first time at the Oscars, but I can tell you why the Oscars matter. It’s a night when the arts and artists are formally honored, and this recognition is seen by millions of people across the country and around the world. The show inspires people to keep pursuing their craft, or to seek out the nominated films or the overall body of work of the nominees, and through that exposure, people gain a greater appreciation of what the art of filmmaking brings to our culture. - Lin-Manuel Miranda for The Hollywood Reporter

Lin’s Tweet

this was such a nice scene!!


@chewbaccafarms asked for pidge in e3 and lance in a2 from this post !!!


ya galentines 💕 nina zenik & inej ghafa | six of crows - @lbardugo​ // leigh bardugo

…She took Nina’s face between her hands and said, “Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt.”

Nina blushed deeply. “I was teasing, Inej.” She paused. “I think we’ve both had enough of debts.” 

“This is one I’m glad to bear.”

“Okay, okay.  When we’re back in Ketterdam, take me out for waffles.”

Sometimes I hate being trans. A lot of the time, actually. While everyone else is moving forward, you’re feel like you’re waiting, waiting, waiting. For the next GIC appointment. For hormones to show any effect. For surgery. For the next surgery. For forms and reports and assessments to be filled out.

These things take weeks, months, years. Whole parts of your life get eaten away on waiting lists for services that are already stretched to their limit. And all the time you want everything to stop - to right itself in some magical overnight miracle. You spend nights crying and asking ‘why me?’ Why am I the one who has to be stuck here? 

But you will get there. I promise you. Nobody knows patience like us trans folk. We have to be strong, mentally, emotionally and physically, because we are forced to be by our very nature. It’s something huge to bear and it’s okay if you’re not always okay. It isn’t fun, and it isn’t fair. And it’s okay to grieve - for being born with the wrong parts, or for all the times that your body restricted you in life - for the things you wish you had. Grieve if you need to. 

There is light and dark to everything in life. Being trans is no exception. Keep going. Wait and fight and grieve and celebrate and live - in the way that only we trans people know how. 

You’ll come out stronger in the end.

  • Alec: I need everyone to help me out for this next mission.
  • Jace: Should I go get Magnus?
  • Alec: Absolutely not.
  • Clary: Why not? He's powerful, won't we need him?
  • Alec: I can't have him around, it's too distracting.
  • Simon: Because of his jewelry that always makes noise when they clank together?
  • Alec: No, I need to keep my head straight and when he's around I'm everything but straight.
  • Izzy: You guys walked right into that one.

anonymous asked:

Ushiten with the word "ugly"

Wakatoshi catches Tendou staring at his own reflection quite often. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, in fact, many players on his team do the same, such as Semi, who spends a full ten minutes after practice making sure the curls of his hair sits in place instead of a rat’s nest, or Reon, who always makes sure there’s no stray eyelash on his face before he moves on to remind them not to be late for class. Tendou, however, always waits until the clubroom is empty save for the two of them, standing close enough that his breath fogs the mirror.

“Tendou,” Wakatoshi says one day, when Tendou’s neatly wrapped fingers have lifted to pinch and squeeze at his face. “What are you doing?”

Instead of his usual sarcastic drawl, Tendou doesn’t answer right away. He tilts his head sharply, like a bird sighting its prey. “Wakatoshi-kun,” he says slowly. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

“No,” Wakatoshi replies plainly, instantly.

Tendou laughs. “Of course not, what was I thinking.”

“Why?” Wakatoshi asks. He’s never really sure how to approach Tendou when his friend is quiet like this. It’s the sort of quiet where Tendou hides in himself, even as he’s flashing a peace sign to the rest of the world. Wakatoshi’s aware that Tendou keeps a lot of his thoughts to himself, but Wakatoshi is not someone who is good at talking to people. Not like Tendou.

“Well. I’m not what people’d call handsome, am I?” Tendou finally lifts his eyes away from the mirror, cutting across the room at Wakatoshi. “Not like you.”

“Handsomeness is subjective.”

“So is ugliness, Wakatoshi.”

Wakatoshi stays quiet, thinking. He’s not good at reading people, and Tendou’s hard enough to read by normal people’s standards, he assumes. Eventually, he says, “Did someone call you ugly?”

Tendou shrugs. He’s back to staring at his reflection. “Don’t need to hear it, you know? It’s right there, every morning.”

“I don’t think you’re ugly,” Wakatoshi says, somewhat helplessly. He doesn’t like this feeling.

“You said.” Tendou turns his body away from the mirror, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a good egg, Wakatoshi-kun.”

“You’re not ugly,” Wakatoshi says, more firmly this time.

Tendou stares at him for a bit, wide eyes searching his expression. Slowly, his usual half-smirk returns to his face. “Thanks, Wakatoshi.” He picks up his bag. “Wanna treat your favourite miracle boy to ramen?”

“Okay,” Wakatoshi agrees, and if he lets Tendou walk a little closer than usual, close enough for their arms to make contact when Tendou moves in that restless way of his, neither of them mention it.

Just a Little Bit of Common Sense
  • Harry: Oh, hey, Ariana Grande. Please to meet you. Do you need a song? I have a song to sell. You see, it's about my secret lover that I cannot be out with at this time.
  • Ariana: Super duper. I'll take it.
  • Harry: Great. Remember, though. It's a secret lover song so I need to keep it secret.
  • ...
  • Fan: Hello, what's Just a Little Bit of Your Heart about?
  • Ariana: Harry Edward Styles told me it's about his secret lover. They can't be out. So he had to sell the song to me, because he couldn't sing about his secret lover, I guess, even though he's written and performed several of his own songs that allude to having a secret he can't share.
  • Fan: WOW!
  • Fan 2 climbs out of Haylor's Grave: It's about Taylor.

Daryl & Jesus -> “Ain’t a prick no more.”

I’m such desus trash, help. I tried a new style and I’m rlly fucking proud of how it turned out. I’ve to keep myself busy till october and drawing desus fanarts is a great way of doing so. 

Don't even try to tell me they wouldn't do shit like this
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Victor:</b> *Over the phone* YUURI, OHMAHGAWD YUURI I NEED YOU TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Anxiety riddled mind pictures blood. From where, he doesn't know, but there's a LOT* OH GOD WHY, WHAT HAPPENED?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I LEFT THE BACK DOOR OPEN AND THERE IS A /FOX/ GIVING BIRTH IN THE LIVING ROOM.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Victor, what the fuck.<p/><b>Victor:</b> EVERY TIME I TRY TO MOVE IT OUTSIDE MAKKA GROWLS AT ME, THEY'RE FRIENDS NOW, I CAN'T JUST PUT HIS FRIEND OUT IN THE COLD, YUURI.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Not only did you let a fucking pregnant fox into our living room, you managed to get attached?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I called for help, Yuuri, I could've tried to hide her.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Deep sigh* Well, show Makka you mean no harm, put some water down for her, I'll be home in a bit.<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Many hours And 5 baby Fennec Foxes later*<p/><b>Victor:</b> MAKKA LOVES THEM OMG<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> We can't keep 6 new pets to cater to Makka's nurturing needs, Victor.<p/><b>Victor:</b> *Pulling Yuuri's chin to see Makka curled around all five pups while the mama rests her head on Makka's.* You wanna break up Makka's new wife and their babies?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Cringing* That isn't fair!<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> That's how they got 6 new Fennec Foxes.<p/></p><p/></p>
I’m not better, okay? I’m not better! And I keep waiting for someone to figure that out, and - they don’t! I mean, of course they don’t. ‘Cause as long as I say the right things and I act the right way, they’re happy because that means they cured me, right?
—  How did we get here? - Red Band Society

i’m back from nashville!!! it was a super great and super exhausting weekend;;; i didn’t step away from the table except when i was convinced to when swain was signing on sunday lol

that’s what the little comic is from–if you watched the SNS stageit, you’ll see that there were like, 2 times that rob just blatantly stopped playing and went to the left side of the pits and i thought he was just…………….excited about the dance pits……………but……….i could only be so lucky that that was the case

[stares deeply into the void]

second there is the view of the Vendor Room Jam from where i was! excellent promo team if u ask me

but yeah! i got the chance to meet so many of you guys, and it really brightened the start of this year. being in isolation sucks, but you all really help remind me that there’s a huge support system out there that keeps me company :’)