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guys dont get me wrong i absolutely love my mum shes our everything and usually I avoid talking about her in anegative light here due to guilt of being unthankfull but its all coming out because its been building up for years and i’m at my limit of being the good respecting child and this is the only place where I can speak out. I’m sorry for being so negative, Eid Mubarak I hope you guys have a wonderful day today whether you’re celebrating or not

Felicity’s tough moments Season 3

Here are Felicity’s tough/angsty moments from Season 3, minus Olicity stuff (I will do tough Olicity moments in the future). Our girl is super strong! It will be getting harder from now on to do this excluding Olicity content, but I will give it a go. Check out the Season One and Season Two posts. 

- There was that time she lost her job at QC and had to go work at Tech Village 

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- Then that time she was knocked unconscious by a bomb

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- Then that time this dude starts stalking her. (LOL had to do it)

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- That time her friend Sara is killed

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- That time she is last to know about Barry’s powers, loses her shirt, overdresses for trivia night and then realized she and Mr. Allen are a no-go in the potential relationship department. 

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- That time people show up at her hose unannounced

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- That time in college when her boyfriend was arrested. 

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- That time the virus she created was used for evil and it turned out her college boyfriend was not so dead after all and kidnapped her and her mom. 

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- That time she had to deal with Malcolm after Oliver was gone. 

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- That time she gets sucked into another vigilante crusade

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- That time she heard this from the one she didn’t want to. 

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- That time she faced down Ra’s al Ghul

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- That time she and Lyla were BAMFs

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- That time she thought she took out a bad guy with her tablet, only to be disappointed

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- That time they all thought they were dying

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- That time no one else could do it, so she got the ATOM suit on and saved the day

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Hey in addition to praying for this disabled sinner if you could also:

- Take your hands back apart and lay them on your phone to call all your reps and tell them you’ll remember how they didn’t support women or disabled people and didn’t fight for us

- Also how they didn’t fight for cleaner air and water and animal welfare for our future generations and ourselves

- Stop voting for people who don’t support accessible and affordable healthcare or LGBTQ+ rights or women’s rights or the environment

- Call up Jesus while you’re at it and tell him to get his miracle-performing ass down here and cure my diseased intestines, so at least I’ll be eating pizza pain-free during the Rapture

- Tell God I said hey, he never returns my texts but you know I’m sure she busy with all 7.3 billion of us

That would be like  💯⭐👌💯good shit 

Feel free to copy, modify, and share to whoever. I’m so sick of people’s rebuttals to my reasonable arguments against the AHCA being like: “I pray you get the healthcare you need but Obamacare is broken and we should give the Republicans a chance” and I’m like. 
You know what would really help? Basic income, universal healthcare, and a miracle so get on those knees and ask the big guy upstairs where we’re at on that.

Paradox

The time travelers stepped out of their machine and looked around. One sniffed the air and made a face.

“Ugh, partially burned hydrocarbons. This is definitely 1980.”

Two gestured at the convention, at the mass of screaming, chanting attendees, all waving colorful banners and signs for their chosen candidate. On a raised platform the Politician stood, arms raised, jubilant.

“There he is,” Two said.

“I see him. Recording ON. This is amazing… the fact that he won changed everything,” One murmured in awe.

Two grunted, pulled his sidearm and aimed carefully at the Politician.

“Two! What are you doing?! You can’t! You’ll alter the future!”

Two continued aiming for a second, sighed, Lowered his gun.

“Look, One… this is our chance. We can alter the future. Our shitty future.”

“But it is forbidden!”

“By whom? The Administration? The guys in charge, who aren’t doing anything to fix things? Bah. We’re here. Let’s effect some change.”

“We’ll possibly delete ourselves!”

Two glared at One. “Really. Would that be so bad?”

One said nothing, lost in thought. 

Two continued, “look… when we return to 2183 we’ll step out of our time machine and do what? I’ll tell you: interact with stuff. We’ll be changing the timeline, our timeline. We’ll be impacting our future. Possibly doing things that might make us dead or worse… who can say? Point is: we’re always meddling with reality, always changing the future. Does it matter if it’s here or–”

One suddenly drew his sidearm, sighted at the Politician and fired. A dull pop, splash of red, the Politician jerked and fell. The crowd screamed.

“What can I say?” One said, grabbing a stunned Two and dragging him back to the time machine. “I’m you, and you’re me… and you’ve had more time to think about this. I’m sold.”

“I don’t remember having this conversation,” Two muttered as they climbed into the machine, strapping themselves in.

A hum, a crackle of ozone, and the time machine was gone.

Imagine living in a city where there are no monuments, no buildings from before 1970, no proof that you had grandparents or parents, no history at all. Wouldn’t that make you feel like you were just a passing fad, that you could be blown away like leaves?… for any community to feel substantial and able to change without losing themselves, a history is absolutely crucial.
—  Emma Donoghue, talking about LGBT history and LGBT historical fiction

Yes, okay, covfefe was funny, but CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT TRUMP PULLING OUT OF THE PARIS AGREEMENT?? JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME FEEL FUCKING SICK

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Happy 36th birthday, Christopher Robert Evans! (June 13, 1981)

Brains are just noisy. We analyze the past, we worry about the future. Our consciousness is very spread out, and as a result, it’s hard to stay present. And if you can kind of stay present and know that that’s all that you have in life — life is just a series of nows — if you can kind of surrender to that, you can never lose.

This is why I left:
I saw a life with you. Not in a romantic way, but the way where when I looked at the future I saw you sitting at my dining table, confessing your worries for the 1,800th time. I saw you meeting the love of my life and introducing me to yours. I saw you loving my kids like they were your own and I saw us loving each other - platonically, simply.
But through our late night conversations about the world and about our futures - mere kids aspiring to be something great in a city that was always so poor - you spoke more about the way my smile lit your world up instead of what you’d do to create your own. You stopped fantasizing about meeting the love of your life and insisted that I was already in it, despite the fact that I said it wasn’t what I wanted. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
I caught the lingering stares and the subtle comments. More than anything, I noticed how we changed; how you tried to force something on me that I didn’t want, and how you kept getting hurt in the process - silently blaming me for not reciprocating feelings that I didn’t harbor in the first place. 

Three years later and I feel the hatred steam off of you when you see me on the corner of my block. I ripped you off of me like a dying limb because I knew that if I held on to you, you’d  cling for dear life - never looking forward to another version of your own future again. I left because I’d rather hurt you now and have you move on in due time, as opposed to not at all. I didn’t want you meeting the love of my life with a cold smile and tension wrapped around your first handshake. I didn’t want you to go home at night with no one beside you. I didn’t want you to look at my kids and wish they were ours. I didn’t want you to look backwards. I needed you to look forward.

I broke your heart for your own good. But believe me when I say that you broke mine, too.

—  Fri[end]zoned // n.b.

Pinky.

I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.

Ring.

It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.

Middle.

There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.

Index.

I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.

Thumb.

Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you

So in case y’all are wondering what’s happening in the UK right now;

A few months ago, our Prime Minister (who’s officially going down as The Worst in Modern History,) called for a Snap Election. Now, I want to stress that this bint made a public statement when she took office saying she would not call a Snap Election, but then, it’s pretty obvious she’s very shit at keeping promises.

A hop, skip, and a jump later, and we had last night. Basically, a shit tonne of under 30′s registered to vote and they all voted Labour. Labour is the Conservative anti-christ, lead by a man named Jeremy Corbyn. Corbyn is our Bernie Sanders; he isn’t from a rich family, (heck, he was born round the corner to where I live,) he isn’t owned by any massive newspapers or companies, and to be quite honest, he’s pretty down-to-earth. He’s the under-30′s wizard, basically. He’s our Gandalf.

In the election last night, the conservatives lost 12 seats in parliament, and Labour gained 29. It was a fucking disaster for the Tory majority. (Jargon; Tory and Conservatives are the same people, same party. Tory is just quicker to say aloud.) They no longer have over half the seats in parliament, so they no longer have a majority. This is bomb for the public, because it means that they have strong opposition for the shit they’ve been wanting to do, such as privatising our free healthcare and cutting police numbers to save money, (you all saw the attacks in London, right? Those attacks would have been impossible to enact if the Tories hadn’t slashed the MET by 15,000.)

So it sounded really fucking good at that point. The Labour government could form a minority government if it joined with the SNP, (Scottish National Party,) the Green Party, and the Liberal Democrats. Even with this Justice League together, they wouldn’t hold the majority in parliament, but it would be so much better than them all going their own way.

Until the Prime Minister announced she’d form a coalition government with the DUP.

The DUP, aka the Democratic Unionist Party, are a party based in Northern Ireland who are unbearably like the US Republican party. They’re pretty easy to pin down;

- Anti-LGBTQ+ rights,
- Anti-Women’s rights,
- Pro-capital punishment,
- Littered with scandals regarding the abuse of public funds,
- Pro-Life, (not just by policy, I mean women who get abortions in NI serve jail time,)
- Climate Change deniers.

Without making it too personal, we basically went from a Conservative government, to a Conservative government seasoned with the above. We literally went from bad to worse, despite over 70% of under 30′s signing up to vote for Labour because we had enough.

You can expect to see a load of riots and protests in the UK over the next couple of weeks, I can assure you. But basically, the UK just became a really shitty place to live if you’re a woman, gay, or poor. Especially poor. 

we’ve all said, and we all know, how much this moment meant to Isak. for him to finally be able to just kiss the boy he likes and just feel at peace, and just let this boy in. And the scene did change when we got to know that Even saw Isak on the first day of school, but it changed even more after last night’s clip. 

this moment was probably one of the best moments in Even’s life. just kissing the boy he likes, and the boy that he likes is kissing him back. 

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get to know me meme: [2/10] favourite people  → Harry Edward Styles

Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy? That’s not up to you to say. Music is something that’s always changing. There’s no goal posts. Young girls like the Beatles. You gonna tell me they’re not serious? How can you say young girls don’t get it? They’re our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. Teenage-girl fans – they don’t lie. If they like you, they’re there. They don’t act ‘too cool.’ They like you, and they tell you. Which is sick.

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Man, oh, man, you’re my best friend
I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothing that I need

I’ll follow you into the park,
Through the jungle, through the dark
Boy, I’ve never loved one like you