too bad i have a life

You wanna hear how bad Blackbeard discourse can get in real life?
I have(or… Had) two kin dads. I’m adopted. When I was 15 I came out as Laffitte, not yet knowing I was actually Reiju. My dads didn’t have a problem with it, one of them said I might be too “young” to know, but that I could identify with whatever I wanted. Casual Blackbeard phobia hurts.
Then I said “Now I can go with you to kin parades and events!!” Their facial expressions changed.
“You’re not kin. Relating to Aces murderer doesn’t make you kin” one of them said. I was so hurt.
“Yes it does!” I said. They began yelling. At each other. At me.
“Our child is a factkin inclusionist! What are we supposed to do?!”
“Don’t worry, honey. She’ll come around. We’ll just have to educate her.”
I didn’t come around. So they threw me out of the place I’d lived for the past fifteen years. For being a blackbeard inclusionist. This is how this mess affects real people. I am disgusted

Quick! everyone act natural!

from that draw the squad meme

Like imagine a person who doesn’t know the smol men come to life walks in and all the tiny people have to freeze but they are really bad at actually pretending to be lifeless so this happens

am i the only one who fears for cas’ life after that sneak peek? like, in the begining there’s a shot of cas on the ground, after that BMoL guy apparently wins a fight? and then there’s cas’ saying he will do anything and everything to keep the winchesters alive which everyone already knew and idk man im getting all kinds of bad ideas. they do know that if cas is gone, half of the fandom will go too, right? i guess they could bring him back anyway but im just,,, i have a bad feeling and don’t want him to suffer

anonymous asked:

ok this isn't dr but another game i'm into had the company who made the game come out and say that one boy in game who is a literal stalker is for the BL crowd (which is bad enough) and then go on to say that another character was for the "NL crowd" and that was the fastest i have ever seen a fandom turn on creators in my life (also NL means normal love aka straight love so yikés there too)

OH wow that is pretty yikes. I’ve never heard the term “NL” before so I guess you learn something new every day

or is it a term they just made up just because

[collection] on stories left untold

this is your story

A Final Fantasy X AU where Tenten is a summoner and Neji is one of her guardians. Lee and Guy were originally slated to make appearances, too, as blitzball players (and Lee would have ultimately become Tenten’s second guardian) but that clearly did not happen — which is a shame, really, because I actually quite like the style this is written in. Too bad I can’t remember the plot of it to save my life, especially since you can totally tell where I actually took the time to read through and edit/complete sections and where I didn’t. :p Alas.

Clarion”, by justira — if you’re a fan of FFX, and specifically Braska, then I highly recommend giving it a read.

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Spira is a world built on a cycle of death.

Neji is four years old when he learns this, when Sin comes to the temple in Macalania. The attack is sudden and brief, the scale of the carnage devastating, and when the bodies have been gathered and a summoner to perform the Sending is found, he stands beside his uncle in the snow and watches silently as the the spirits of the dead rise to the skies above in a beautiful, terrible dance.

(And through it all, Shiva sings her hymn: powerful and mournful and cold.)

How sad it is, he thinks, to fight a fate so absolute.

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I wanted to have this ready for Yuuri’s birthday, but well, life went in the way, so I failed and this is a late birthday gift.

I spent a lot of time on this, only to have it looks so disappointingly bad. I guess I’m too tired to care anymore. 

Yuuri and Viktor in matching outfits dancing on “Stay Close to Me” brought me joy so I wanted to draw it. 

Happy Birthday Yuuri Katsuki. I can’t express how important you are to me, and how happy I am to see a character like you being the protagonist of such a nicely written show.


Unpopular opinion: 2016 was actually an incredible year to me, so many cool things happened!! I’ve become independent, I learned and experienced tons of things, I’ve overcome my problems and finally I achieved what I’ve wanted for so long: I am truly happy with who I am as a person! I learned how to be happy and how to stay happy, I learned what’s important and to what extent. I realised that everything is a choice and there are literally no limits!! I finally see that every minute spent on whining and crying under a blanket is a wasted minute!! There’s literally no point in being stuck in one place, life moves forward and so should I!! Every failure is a test of persistence and determination, the key is to never stop looking for solutions!!

tl;dr Bring it on 2017, I’m ready

I hate being this way sometimes.
I get sad a lot.
Im very emotional about everything.
I cry if something hurts my feelings
I cry if something happy happens.
My emotions over power me.
I care about everything.
Things stick with me.
It’s like I’m on a teeter totter.
One movement and I am falling into the darkness again.

But on the other hand, I find it to be a good thing.
I care about things.
I care about people’s feelings.
I care about the things that still hurt you after all these years.
I care about how your day went.
I care if the animals got hurt in a movie.
I will cry about bad things that have happened to you,
Because I think of how you must feel.
I genuinely care.
And maybe it’s a downfall,
To feel so much,
And to care so much.
But I think it’s a strength too.

—  Chapters from my life

@ people angry at me for ‘posting too many birds’, i’m sorry i happen to have an interest all my life i get excited to talk about and want to educate people ://

call me petty but when you have a mindset of ‘letting things slide’ that’s what sets the environment for somewhat innacurate designs to eventually become horrifically bad designs made with zero research and harmful representation. anyone can post a screenshot from foodfight for a good laugh and thats all i could do with this blog, but i believe in and endorse criticism of media that i enjoy consuming just as much as the low hanging garbage

Prayers for Suicidal Hellenic Polytheists

(I’m having a really bad suicidal day, so this is inspired by @aro–aphrodite)

May Zeus provide you the strength to live, and the safe refuge of his protection for when the urges become too much.

May Hera remind you in your darkest hours, the most important relationship is the one with yourself; and may she bless and strengthen the bond of that very union.

May Poseidon keep you safe in all voyages, including the journey that is life. May he prevent you from drowning in both your thoughts and the waters deep below.

May Demeter keep you warm and love you just like a mother. May she send forth gifts of a still soothed mind, and allow all your efforts in recovery to be fruitful.

May Athena, destroyer of Giants, slay the urges and intrusive thoughts too large to defeat on your own. May she protect you and bless you with the will to keep fighting.

May Apollon be by your side, whether it be during therapy or at your bedside in the ward. May he be a ray of light to give you a glimmer of hope.

May Artemis shield you, and provide you relief. May you never be thrown to the wolves, but rather have the courage to bear your teeth for your own defence.

May Ares cover your battle scars, and protect you from more. May he give you the courage of an entire army,
and the support of one to. May you be reminded that you need not to win every battle to win the war.

May Aphrodite shower you with the love you deserve, including the love of yourself for yourself. May she remind and teach you that you are beautiful.

May Hephaistos provide you a creative outlet; a distraction to keep hands busy without a blade. May he teach you you can’t forge yourself without the flame, but you have been setting yourself on fire far too long.

May Hermes provide you a safe haven; be it a support group, or even just long drives in the rain to clear your head. May he hold your hand as you cross bridges, and let you find change on the ground after you do not jump.

May Dionysos put a smile on your face, and stand strong along side you, urging you to dance; he knows mental illness all to well. Dance away the demons, dance into relief.

May Haides, somber but not always impartial, lead you away from the incoming cars, and drop sweet nectar into your mouth. It is not yet your time.

May Persephone remind you that the greatest fall can lead you to the greatest heights. There is something honourable about walking out of rock bottom with your head held high, or walking on through like you own the place.

May Hestia keep you warm when your emotions are spent, leaving you numb and cold. May she bless you with a feeling of home whenever possible, and keep those hearth fires burning. And your own inner fire strong, as well.

The Gods demand Arête, your personal best. Arête is not being the most successful person in the world. Sometimes it is merely staying alive. And staying alive, well, that makes the Theoi very happy.

mattysandwich  asked:

Oh! What about the inquisition companions reacting to a teenage herald being the victim of a racist slur for the first time in their life, and for the herald being visually upset about it?

Cassandra: Whoever said the slur has made a bad decision. A very bad decision. Cassandra looks between the offender and the upset Herald, and her eyes harden as they slowly turn to the racist. Her fists are clenched, turning white at the knuckles, and they realize they have fucked up. They have fucked up so bad. U kno they ded. After handling the matter, she checks up on the Herald and sees that they’re alright. “I know it’s not fair and it’s not right,” she says, “but hold your head high. You are above them.”

Blackwall: He drops whatever he’s doing and immediately gets in the asshole’s face, intimidating them with little effort. The offender jumps back, obviously thinking that nothing would come of their insult, but Blackwall persists and seems to loom over them. “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps. They take off, and Blackwall turns to reassure the Herald. “Are you alright?” he asks, suddenly softer and worried. “You let me know if anyone ever says that to you again.”

Iron Bull: He stands at full height, towering over whoever said the racist thing, looking down at them with a cold, calculating eye. His shadow looms over them as they look up at the massive, furious qunari. “Do you want to repeat what you just said?” he growls before shoving them down. They scramble to their feet as his hand reaches up towards his ax. The Herald is fairly certain he was just doing it to intimidate them, nothing more, but the look in his eye was enough to make the asshole bolt.

Sera: As soon as she sees the Herald is upset, she reaches for her arrows at holds one at length in her bow. “Say that again.” she dares, glaring. They run off, but that isn’t the end of Sera’s revenge, oh no. The racist in question becomes victim to numerous, merciless pranks, and no one dares to stop her. If the offender is a noble or wealthy, she asks her Friends to help take care of them. Sera has the Herald join her– payback will make them feel better.

Varric: He pulls Bianca out and strokes the wood tenderly, looking up at the asshole calmly. “Do you have a death wish?” he starts coolly. “As soon as I tell the others that you’ve upset the Herald… well, the results won’t be pretty. For you, at least.” The person flees, and Varric scoffs before turning to the Herald, eyes soft. “You alright, kid? Don’t let them get under your skin. They’re not worth it, and you’re better than them.”

Cole: He spends more time comforting the Herald than intimidating whoever said the racist thing. He does want to kill the person who said it, if only for a moment, before remembering that’s a bad thing and won’t solve the problem. As soon as he’s finished soothing the teenager, he tells Leliana. Leliana will handle it and he’ll heal the hurt.

Solas: He thinks little of it until he sees how upset the Herald is, and he feels bad for them, especially if they’re an elf. He stares icily at the racist. “How ignorant and pathetic you must be to stoop to insulting a young person in a weak attempt to soothe your own self esteem. You will never accomplish as much as this da’len, even if you try.” His words bite and simultaneously make the kid feel better. If they try to fight him in anger, he freezes them with little effort, and a careless yawn.

Dorian: He was angry before he saw how upset the Herald was– now there’s pure rage, and it manifests itself in insults, because violence wasn’t an option. He scoffs derisively. “What a pathetic thing you are. Hurling racist insults at someone you hardly know to satisfy your need to feel bigger than someone else? Sorry to disappoint you, but even a demon of sloth is better than you. Now, run along– the spymaster’s no doubt heard about this incident already. Best sing your prayers while you still can. Ta-ta. Good day.” He checks on the Herald immediately after and reassures them repeatedly. “It’s okay now, Leliana will tear them apart for you. Anyone who stoops to such pathetic insults is even more pathetic than the insults themselves.”

Vivienne: They’ve made a terrible mistake calling the Herald such a thing in front of Madame de Fer. She gently puts a hand on the Herald’s shoulder, reassuring them softly, before sizing up the racist and ripping them to shreds with words, much like she did to the marquis the Herald met at the soiree she met them at. After they leave, thoroughly humiliated, she finds out who they are and ruins their career with an easy grace. 

Josephine: She’s actually shocked at their disgrace and dishonorable actions, and she puts a protective arm around the Herald. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” she says stonily. “We do not want you here, not anymore, if you cannot be civilized and respectful.” If they resist, she summons the guards to handle them, and frets over the Herald– she wants to cheer them up.

Cullen: “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps, irritated. “We have no room for a racist in our midst. Get. Out.” If they do not leave immediately, he has a soldier or two forcibly escort them out. He sighs and takes time to reassure the Herald. “Don’t let them disparage you. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s them; if anyone else gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll have them escorted out.”

Leliana: They either didn’t notice the spymaster standing there or they were too stupid to consider their words. In either case, they have fucked up. The woman’s eyes turn cold and calculating and she steps forward with a serene grace. “Would you like to apologize to the Herald?” she asks, giving them one last chance. If they refuse– she has her agents learn everything about them and she gets to work. U kno they DEFINITELY ded.

Advice for Beginners of Astrology

• Do a lot of research. Books are probably your best bet for learning astrology - the best astrologers have written books filled with information you probably won’t be able to find online.
• Take it one at a time. Don’t mix different parts of astrology together until you’ve mastered one part first. Signs > planets > houses > aspects is how I learned.
• Incorporate it in your daily life. Practice on your friends. Practice predictions on yourself.
• Keep a note journal/write notes in your phone. I do this because I usually find myself having random astrology related epiphanies throughout my day and forget them later. Keeping a log of how you feel under certain moon phases/signs is useful too.
• It’s okay if you need to google something when answering a question, doing an interpretation or if you just forget. No one really knows everything about astrology. We are all still learning. Don’t feel bad if you need to fall back into a resource, we all do sometimes.

I would do anything for you if only you would hold me. But you told me to stop, so I did, for you. You told me to let go, but I couldn’t, for us, for me. My heart would shatter if I just let go of everything and I wish you would feel the same. Somehow I don’t see the pain I’m in reflected in you. You, with those big dry eyes and perfect face with pretty hair that falls around it. Did I love too much? Did I lose my sanity when I thought you were the best thing in my life? The worst part is that even with all my poems and late night crying, I don’t miss the hugs and kisses and hand holding as much as I miss you being a friend. Just talking about our days and sharing stories, that security and knowing you would have my back when I feel bad. And now that I feel the worst I have ever felt, you don’t want to talk. Forget romantic love, where is the reliable, consistent love we give our closest friends and family? It’s not about holding hands, it’s about holding hearts and you dropped mine.
—  I’m not angry, never angry at you. Just disappointed. I’m sorry
Noisy students vs. my mother

For nearly all my life, I have lived in a pretty nice area: lots of nice shops nearby, and the majority of our neighbors are little unassuming old ladies so it’s usually pretty quiet around here too. However, by far the biggest downside is the fact that we’re rather close to a university campus that tends to attract rather unsavory students to the area. Most of the time the extent of the annoyance they cause is limited to taking up all the parking spaces in the vicinity of the area which is usually bad anyway because of all the shops. However when I was about 2 a few rowdy ones were renting the house next door to us.

Despite repeated and polite requests from my Mum to keep the noise down, they frequently held loud parties at the weekends, a time particularly sacred to my parents since they are both teachers, and music also blared constantly from their rooms with the windows kindly left open so that all the neighbors could hear. It is noteworthy that their genre of choice was rap and hip-hop, not something my classically inclined mother is all that fond of.

Eventually it became clear that they had no intention of shutting up and letting us live in peace, so my Mum decided to strike and return the favour with vengeance! About 10am one beautiful Saturday morning, she took the loudest speaker we had at home - a pretty sizable one given that she is a music teacher - placed it outside on the windowsill at full volume and left Mozart’s Queen of the Night aria shrieking for the pleasure of the students. I recommend a listen for anyone unacquainted with the piece - shrieking is the best way I can describe it. Oh, and she left it on repeat for over 2 hours.

We never had any problems with noise from them again.


The thing is, though… it’s not all bad. It can’t be. It isn’t. Life isn’t. Where there’s life, there’s hope, heroism, grace and love. Where there’s life, there’s life. I hope that’s not what you’re walking away from. So what if I am? Maybe you don’t have to. I made my own world here. I found a way to deal with the bad by going a little overboard with all the good. I just… embraced the contradiction. Maybe you could, too, in your own way. Like, maybe you could go and… not go. Yeah, I sound like a crazy person. I get it. You know, maybe I am.


Karlie Kloss being sunshiney in the kitchen. (X)

bonus gifs ;)

A New Moon (Part 1)

Originally posted by epikcry

Part 1

Genre: Fluff/Angst


Pairing: Jimin x Reader

***WARNING: Violence, fantasy, language, pregnancy***

Anonymous asked:

(1) Hellooooo, I have an ideia for werewolf jimin! Maybe something with a y/n pregnant, fluff and a little bit of angst too. Oh and sorry for the bad english.

(2) Is it bad that I want to see Werewolf BTS get in a crazy battle against a group of rogues because of the OC? Haha

(3) Omg the werewolf stories are freaking amazing! Admin J would there be a story about a New Moon or a Solar Eclipse?? Thank you guys for all your stories~ 

After the blood moon, life was definitely different. The boys were different— wiser. You were different— stronger. They began to acknowledge you on a different level, equally, not as human to werewolf rather as being to being. But as you sat upon the piercingly cold tile of your bathroom floor, the sound of nothing but your frozen heart’s beats hammering through the air of your vacant apartment, you felt anything but strong. Trembling as you desperately tried to grip onto the object in your hands that you wished no more than to throw it out of the window, to forget its existence and have it erased entirely from your life, there was no strength to do so. Confusion. Fear. Happiness. All of these intense feelings shoved you around, screamed in your ears, not allowing you to think because fuck, how is this even possible.

How could you be pregnant with Park Jimin’s, your werewolf boyfriend’s, child?

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Lil Wayne: “Beautiful Black Woman, I bet that bitch look better red.”

Y'all: So? His shit still bangs…

Lil Wayne: “I like her long hair, thick, red bone!”

Y'all: It’s just his preference.

Lil Wayne: “I tried to have light skin daughter, too bad I fucked up and had all boys.”

Y'all: That’s his life.

Lil Wayne: “I don’t feel connected… America doesn’t care about Black lives? I’m a rich Black man living in America!”