wanted to post this a couple of days ago

Things that I want to scream at the assholes in the cancer crew fandom
  • Anisa is a great person who does no wrong and should be respected as such. Stop leaving mean comments on her Instagram just because she is dating Ian. 
  • Don’t harass Joji on Instagram or Twitter. He is a human being who clearly wants his life to be at least semi private, and he deserves a break every once in a while.
  • Also I noticed a couple of days ago Joji posted a pic on his Instagram of an ash tray full of cigarette buts, and people were having a goddamn war in the comments because of it. Idk why yall are all of the sudden furious over him smoking (he’s been doing it for years) but do you honestly think that he gives a fuck?
  • If you got angry over Idubbbz’ new video on fan edits, but love it when he roasts everyone else, you’re a massive hypocrite. This video was meant to be taken as a joke with a grain of salt, like when he says the word faggot or the n word.
  • Did I mention be nice to Anisa
  • PLEASE DON’T FORCE YOUR SHIPS ON THEM. It clearly makes them uncomfortable, and they have said this before.
  • Please don’t try and find out where they live. The reasons for this should be obvious.
  • ANISA IS A WONDERFULLY KIND AND FUNNY PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT HER FANS AND JUST BECAUSE SHE IS DATING IAN DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN GET YOUR PANTIES IN A BUNCH AND LEAVE A BUNCH OF RUDE COMMENTS ON HER SOCIAL MEDIA OK THANK YOU.
So I might be crazy...

There was a post a couple days ago asking if anyone has plans to organize a thank you from the fandom for Mappa, kubo-sama, and Yamamoto Sayo.

I might be crazy to do this, but is the fandom actually interested in making this reality? If yes, I will volunteer to put it together.

My thought is to do a book for each, filled with fan art, memes, thank you notes, and photos from fans. To cover costs for printing and shipping, I will accept donations from those who want to send a couple bucks and donate the leftover to an LGBT organization in the fandom’s name.

If there is enough interest, it will need to be done quickly so we can get it to them by end of the series. I will need help with the Japanese definitely.

Thoughts? Suggestions? Questions about my sanity?

Listening to the voice of disabled people regarding disabled representation is crucial. Doing otherwise means that you’re just willing to instrumentalize us and that your piece of media is inherently bad. I’m saying it as someone who is autistic, as well as someone who actually was almost ableist a couple days ago.

I watched this movie, “Hush”, on Netflix. It’s about a deaf woman, a writer, who has to face a serial killer and is using everything around her and in her soul to survive. I was very moved by this movie because the woman protagonist was strong, willful, fierce. I thought to myself “That’s what i want to see in a movie with an autistic protagonist !”.

I was going to post a very positive review, but i’ve decided, at the last moment, to check out some reviews about the movie written by members of the Deaf community. I was shocked. What i thought was good representation was actually terrible.

The actress was not deaf herself, her use of the ASL was almost ridiculous, they weren’t accurate at all most of the time, and, apparently, the director of this movie was very dismissive towards members of the Deaf Community who tried to reach them.

I’m not deaf myself or hard-of-hearing. I discovered with this experience that i know nothing about deafness and the Deaf community and i feel a bit ashamed about the fact that i almost praised this movie as a very good representation. I was ignorant, but ignorance is not an excuse. I need to educate myself.

What i mean is that you definitely need disabled people’s input on your creation, if you want to include us as characters. No matter what disability you’re talking about.

Mistakes || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst


I thought you might want to see this.

The words rung out in your head on repeat. You remembered the exact moment Chae Ri had told you. It had been a couple weeks ago, while he had been away on tour.

She had knocked on the apartment door, and you had welcomed her in with open arms, expecting her for your weekly movie night. What you had not expected was for her to pull out her phone and show you a picture of him, with another girl.

It had been taken by someone who had been out the same night as them, only to be posted the next day and it soon made it’s way all over social media. It was on every platform and you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing it.  

You tried to push the image out of your mind, laying in the empty bed. Your attention was brought to the empty sheets beside you where the body was missing. The warmth that had been promised taken away by a too long flight.

There was a loneliness that you were unable to shake off. It was clingy onto your bones, weighing you down and causing your thoughts to run rampant. What was supposed to be a night for you to remember the way it felt to be with another, became a night for you to be reminded of his absence.

Your breath came in shaky and your lungs felt ready to collapse. Evey feeling, every sound, seemed tripled by the empty bedside. Where another body once laid, you wondered if he would ever return.

The picture seemed innocent enough at first, one you would have approved of at first. He had been polite to the girl, or she could have tripped and someone caught the photo at the wrong time. The girl was sat in his lap, looking happy with her position on him.

It wasn’t until you were alone that night, staring at the image in bed that you recognized the white knuckles and the harsh grip on her hips. He had pulled her down and we holding her there.

The girl hadn’t objected, returning the lust-filled gaze he gave her. He did it knowingly, knowing you would see it, knowing that it would ruin you. Your imagination ran rampant with the thoughts of what happened after the photo had been taken.

Jungkook had cheated on you.

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“I want much more than this provincial life!”

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∟3x14 | 4x08

#this parallel is so sad #in s3 her friends were hurt that she kept her feelings at bay #remember the whole 3x12 scene in the car with Bonnie where Elena didn’t want to talk about kissing Damon and the scene above in 3x14 #she kept these things to herself because she didn’t what to tell them #imagine Elena in s3 fessing up to doing anything with Damon #the backlash would have been answering all their questions #questions she wasn’t ready to answer #so it was easier to bury the moments #but then s4 comes around and Elena is finally okay with admitting that she’s with Damon #that they’re something more #and that after everything she didn’t want to hide this part of her life like she’d done in s3 #so it became that much more important to tell her friends 

Lillie is such an angel and I just want her to be happy.

So far I’ve finished the story of Sun, enjoyed it, and now am slogging through the post game catching the Tapus and trying to remember what stuff is on what island. I’ve really enjoyed this installment of the series! I want to say so much more but I could write a whole essay about it, plus I don’t want to spoil anything considering it was only just released in Europe a couple days ago. I’ll be drawing some of my favorite Captains next!

*DON’T SELF-PROMOTE OR DELETE THE TEXT, IT’S NOT COOL*

Hey loves! I have had this blog for almost a year now and i hit 20K a couple of days ago so i decided to host my first ever faves. I am really excited about this because i love discovering new blogs and checking out all the beautiful blogs out there and i have always wanted to host my own faves.

RULES:

  • Must be following me
  • Reblog this post - likes are for bookmarking only; it does not count
  • Do not delete the text or self-promote

PERKS:

  • A follow from me, if I’m not already following you
  • A spot on my faves page (under construction)
  • I will be queuing a lot from you all the time 
  • We could do promos together and host stuff together
  • Help with anything you need help with
  • A new friend aka me

HIGHER CHANCES:

  • Talk to me so I can get to know you
  • Have a similar blog style 
  • Check out my uploads here and re blog some of them if you would like
  • Be active and nice
  • Re blog this multiple times so I will notice you

OTHERS:

  • I will be choosing 20-30 blogs
  • This banner was made by the beautiful @rehticent , request for one here!
  • I’ll be choosing once I’m happy with the notes
  • If this flops,I’ll be really sad so I hope it doesn’t flop lol

That’s all for now, I can’t wait to discover all your beautiful blogs,good luck xx

Oh boy, why did I allow myself to do this?

I’d like to apologise for the horrible quality of this video. I do not have the right equipment for this (mostly because I never thought I would be doing this. Ever).

Okay! Well, a couple of days ago, @ask-sadisticdark posted a poem called Darkness Breathes. Since I’m a sucker for poems with a dark theme and the piano, I decided to put the two together and make a little song. I had originally planned for it to be a lot more eerie than this but for someone who has never done something like this before, I’m not going to complain.

I DID GET THEIR PERMISSION TO USE THE POEM. So, the lyrics I’m singing are essentially the poem - full credit to them for that. However, the piano and singing itself is me (obviously). I’m aware I’m not the best pianist or singer so please don’t criticise too harshly.

Also, I am insanely nervous to be posting this. It is a major step out of my comfort zone so I apologise if that can be heard in my voice (even if you can’t hear it that well - thanks video quality). I’m aware of the fact that I sound kinda breathy, that’s partially due to the poor quality of my phone and my nerves. Apologies.

Anyway, enjoy! (if you can)

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@anarchlist @marbleflakes @blueymcphluey

These are fantastic points to tie into that last ask about division of labor and automation and post-capitalism.

It’s important to remember that there would likely be less work to do in a system that prioritized need over profit. If you cut out a hierarchal profit-driven market system and the accompanying jobs that only exist to maintain that setup (advertising, PR, sales people, etc.), you in turn cut down work to the extent that we recognize it as only economically-useful if it’s fulfilling the needs of people in society; all else ought to be removed from the economic realm and dealt with on a voluntary basis. As I’ve mentioned in a post a couple days ago, if you want to develop a device that flings cheetos into your mouth under socialism/communism, you should be able to pursue it, but it should be removed from a context where people must work positions like that for their daily sustenance. This logic applies double for genuinely artistic pursuits (I can’t foresee the cheeto-flinger being super popular or viable, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯; it was just a hyperbolic example). Art, leisure, social relationships – we ought to de-commodify these things as much as possible, taking them back from the Weberian bullshit of capitalist alienation.

If capitalism focuses on unceasing search for profit through any outlet it can find, thus creating superfluous jobs entirely meant to extract more profits for the competing capitalists, then socialism and communism should aim to take the opposite approach – figure out what people need in society to live comfortably, focus the economy fundamentally on meeting those needs, cut out work through automation or obsolescence wherever possible, divvy up the remaining work, and you wind up with a GREATER SUPPLY of the fetishized value of capitalist society (freedom). If freedom isn’t the ability to influence affairs that impact your life (democratic economy) or the ability to pursue your passions during abundant leisure time, then what the hell even is freedom?

I hit 8.5k a couple of days ago, so I wanted to do something fun to celebrate! How about some promos/blog compliments?

-you don’t need to be following me, but it’d be nice!
-reblog this post. likes are for bookmarks
-must get at least 50 notes, or we’ll pretend this never happened
-i’ll do them in groups of 5-8
-blacklist “harryjvmes promos” if you don’t want to see these 
-that’s it!
Just Tonight - CS Christmas Fic

I wrote this fic a couple of year’s ago now and I’ve decided to repost a chapter a day (there’s five) for those that haven’t read it/want to read it again and then I’m going to post a new oneshot sequel entitled, ‘Just Forever’.

Warning of character death for the first chapter.

Rating: T

So, here’s my little bit of angsty romance for Christmas…

JUST TONIGHT

Chapter 1

Killian Jones switched on a table lamp then sat down heavily on the edge of his bed and let out a long, drawn out sigh.

Liam was dead.

Even now, a little over a week after the event it still hadn’t sunk in properly. He still couldn’t believe that he’d never see his brother’s face or hear one of his ridiculous anecdotes ever again.

It was all so surreal.

One minute they’d been discussing what take out to get, the next his eyes had rolled back in his head and he’d fallen down in a crumpled heap at Killian’s feet.

Undetected heart defect the doctors had said. Oh, they’d used fancier jargon than that obviously, but it amounted to the same thing.

Liam was still gone.

He shrugged off his black suit jacket then reached up and loosened his tie. With a couple of tugs he pulled the constricting fabric from his throat and tossed it onto a nearby chair before undoing the first couple of buttons on his crisp white shirt.

Finally he felt as though he could breathe again.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he let out another heavy sigh. It was the times that he momentarily forgot that got to him the most, like when the phone would ring and just for a split second he’d expect it to be him…but then he’d remember that it couldn’t be.

Or he’d read something in the newspaper and file it away to tell Liam later…only there was no later. Not any more.

His whole life Liam had been the one constant. Their mother had died when he was a baby and their father had abandoned them as soon as Liam had been old enough to get a job. He’d never known one and the disappearance of the other had in no way prepared him for the devastating feeling of loss that he was desperately trying to navigate now.

His brother’s funeral had been earlier that day and he’d managed to hold it together for the most part. Now, though, he could feel the weight of his unhappiness bearing down on him.

The wake had been hard. Liam’s friends and work colleague’s had each been determined to share their last memory of his brother with him. By the time people had started to leave his forced polite smile had felt more like a grimace and, bad manners or not, he’d come to the sanctuary of his room to get a much needed respite from the stragglers for a few minutes.

The ball of emotion that had been his constant companion all day was getting harder to choke down. His aching throat burned with the effort of holding his grief at bay but he was determined not to give in to it.

Not until he was alone.

Then he would mourn his brother in peace.

There came a soft knock at the door and he drew in a deep breath as he prepared himself to go back out. No doubt someone was ready to leave and they wanted to pass on their condolences one more time. He was just reaching for his jacket when the door opened to reveal a woman with long blonde hair and a sad smile standing there.

“I just wanted to let you know that everyone’s gone,” she told him softly as she entered his bedroom and shut the door behind her.

“How the bloody hell did you manage that, Swan?” he asked, his cultured English accent sounding a little rougher than normal as he fought to keep his voice even.

“Oh, you know me, I can be quite persuasive when I put my mind to it,” she replied as she walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

Close, but never too close.

“One of the requisites of being the Sheriff of our fair town no doubt,” he countered with a hint of a smile.

“And your friend,” she rejoined softly as she gazed at him in concern, “How are you doing?”

“Bloody awful, love,” he admitted ruefully as he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “but better for having you to myself for a little while.”

She rolled her green eyes as he expected she would and he wondered what she’d do if she realised just how much he actually meant it.

Run away as fast as she could most likely. It was what she did when emotions were involved. Especially one’s such as he secretly harboured.

For five long years ever since he and Liam had moved to Storybrooke from England he’d been in love the woman sitting next to him. Completely and irrevocably. There wasn’t and never would be anyone else for him.

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Flip Flappers v2 arrived a couple of days ago but was too busy to make a post about it. But now I have some time (not really) so here we go~

So the usual thing. Box art by tanu on the right, cover illustration by Kojima Takashi in the middle, and production booklet of some characters + their various designs. 

Kojima being the character designer, there’s going to be lots of commentary by him. I only really tried to read Papika’s bit because I got tired after that

  • Kojima wanted to contrast Cocona and Papika’s designs with each other, so that explains Cocona’s short hair vs Papika’s long hair + her sandals.. (didn’t describe anything else after that but their differences are pretty obvious, like red hair + blue eyes for Papika, blue hair + brown (but not quite red) eyes for Cocona, etc)
  • Oshiyama said Kojima’s illustrations look very shounen manga-ish, so he worked hard to match the image of a bishoujo anime.
  • There’s a colored-line ahoge right behind Papika’s more prominent one.. (which I actually did not notice UNTIL NOW) which he needed to be careful not to forgot about drawing. But he thought it was a fun little thing.

The only other interesting tidbit I read was TT-392′s design being based off of a Jameson robot. Anyway, some pics! Clothing designs, weapon designs, fragment designs, etc

The page about the eye’s designs was interesting. Reminded me of something I read where an animator (I think?) was saying how eyes in anime are becoming so much more complicated that it takes a such a considerable amount of time to draw. I just thought that was interesting because I thought Flip Flappers’s eyes were fairly simple, but there’s really a lot to take in consideration when drawing them on-model. Also made note about how the camera’s distance makes a difference when drawing the eyes on-model, which is something I never really thought about before. 

I think v3 has more on character designs. Oh, and a lot of these have already been posted on twitter by Oshiyama (which you can view here). He posts a lot of production stuff, like storyboards and setting designs~ thx oshiyama and kojima.

Amy slipped this in my inbox during the liveblog, which unfortunately meant it got buried, and I only unearthed it a couple days ago. Getting to post it has been my reward for finishing up the WORDS I wanted to write.

NOW I SHARE IT WITH ALL OF YOU

I laughed so hard when I saw this. Usagi, all naked and savioury. BUT LO WHAT IS THAT UPON HER FEET. As angry Rei Star Seed manages, somehow, to stomp off despite having no legs, muttering “I gotta do fucking everything …”

ACCURATE TRUE CANON

There is no @amymebberson quite as good as this @amymebberson.

Just Tonight - CS Christmas Fic -Chapter 2

I wrote this fic a couple of year’s ago now and I’ve decided to repost a chapter a day (there’s five) for those that haven’t read it/want to read it again and then I’m going to post a new oneshot sequel entitled, ‘Just Forever’.

Read Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It was late in the evening when Emma sat down at her desk in the Sheriff’s office and picked up the nearest report. She stared at it blankly for a full two minutes then let out a huff of annoyance and put it back down before pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Opening up the contact list, she scrolled through the embarrassingly few names she had stored until she came to Killian’s. Biting her lip in contemplation, her thumb hovered over his number for a few seconds then she closed her eyes and let her head drop forward onto the desk with a dull thud.

It had been two days since they’d spent that wholly unexpected, but completely amazing, night together.

Well, most of the night anyway…

Dawn had been breaking when she’d awoken. The first rays of warm sunlight were spilling in through the window as she’d groggily opened her eyes and found herself sprawled across Killian’s chest with her head tucked snugly under his chin. Her body had sported that pleasurable ache that comes with thorough lovemaking and as she’d moved slightly his arms had tightened around her, holding her close.

The feeling of rightness in that moment had made her smile at first, but then it sent tiny little triggers of alarm through her system.

She knew she’d been playing with fire by agreeing to stay, but she’d unable to deny him…or herself. Her muttered condition of, ’just tonight’ had been directed at herself. A caution she’d unwittingly said aloud in a moment of weakness, a desire to, just that once, experience what it’d feel like to be in the arms of the man with whom she was in love.

So while he’d been merely seeking some comfort, she’d been loving him with her entire being, letting him know with her touch what she couldn’t voice aloud.

She should have known that it wouldn’t be enough though. God help her, but she’d felt more cherished in that one single night with Killian than she’d ever had in all those months with Neal.

That’s why she’d left before he’d woken up. Why she’d been doing her utmost since then to avoid the hell out of him. She knew he didn’t feel anything for her other than friendship and she was terrified that if she was around him, spoke to him even, she’d give herself away.

Emma let out a small groan of consternation then thumped her head on the wooden table a couple of times in self reproach.

She didn’t even know when or how it had happened. Ever since Neal’s betrayal she’d been so determined never to feel that way for a man again, never to let herself be that vulnerable; but somewhere along the line Killian Jones with his too blue eyes and charming smile, steadfast support and incredibly kind heart had sneaked into her own and laid claim to it when she hadn’t been looking.

“Are you okay, Swan?”

Killian’s voice made her jump and she quickly raised her head to see him leaning against the door jamb of her office as if he owned the place. There was a concerned look upon his handsome face and she frowned slightly as she slowly sat back up then self-consciously smoothed down her hair.

“How did you get in?” she asked, ignoring his question.

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tenaciousarbiterface  asked:

Sans. Emotions can either increase or decrease the production of important hormones such as adrenaline. Adrenaline has the effect of narrowing the main arteries, putting a person in a situation where they may die of heart failure. Humans can die of sadness and a broken heart. I just wanted to know about the monsters can die of sadness and a broken heart.

Also I just wanna say before you look at this it might not even make sense but it sorta does for me so I’m gonna roll with it soo…pleasedon’tkillmeifitsdoesntsoundcompletelyright.

Also I’m so sorry if this ask upset anyone. ;;

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“W-What kind of question is that?! Are you suggesting I would ever want to m-marry that nightmare and have kids?! I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I am a lone wolf! As if I would consider being with–she doesn’t even–! She doesn’t even like me! Not that I like her either! She’s a total nightmare! It’s a big assumption to think I ever even thought of it…!”

Asked by @blue-wolf-19

((I apologise deeply if you got a…very different answer a couple of days ago. SOMEONE got into my phone and accidentally posted what they typed as a joke. I have deleted the post, but please understand it wasn’t me and it wasn’t on purpose. Thanks.))