we have already won

HOLY GAJEEBUS HOLD ME-

Exo Cup Fanmeeting in Japan 170514

Wow were we blessed today

Japan has now become my second favorite place for CB moments~ 

AFTER YEARS 

CHANBAEK HAS FINALLY DONE THAT BALLON THANG AND HECK WAS IT AMAZING

They were the same team (the blue team) and look at how our royal couple absolutely wrecked the other two threesomes wowowowowoowowowow we always knew they had great chemistry :D they just work well together

LOOK AT THIS HD QUALITY PICTURE WOWOWOW MY MY AREN’T WE BLESSED

WOw. Such a lovely view of their backsides :,)

Mmm yes Park Chanyeol demonstrate some more please (Lol I’m that girl having a seizure in the right corner)

If y’all already don’t know, this is the ballon popping game they are demonstrating (y’all can already smell the fan service can’t you?)

Lol. Me being the evil fangirl grumbling “Seriously? The ballon is such a cockblock”

(Chants: “kiss kiss kiss kiss”)

Lol I love that the ballon is a heart. It really accurately represents what’s about to happen. 

Now…let the games…begin

Bless. I love how Baekhyun is just low-key hugging the man’s Park Chanyeol (I KNOW IT’S FOR THE GAME BUT LET ME DREAM. THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE OTHER THAN OTHER CB MOMENTS)

Now a backside view. The games haven’t even started and Baekhyun is already putting his arm around Chanyeol’s waist ahhhhhhhhh

MM they look like they’re on a honey moon

Lol even closer please

Baekhyun’s so ready for this

And here’s a closer view

“Ah yes we are Korea’s number one coup- I mean pair ahahaha.”

Awww Baek looks so fond I can’t

Ah yes Height difference

HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

What an aesthetic couple

Aw Chan looks like a kid XD Showing off his prize

Baek: “We may have won this trophy but we already won each other’s heart”

Oh look at that eye contact. Wowowowow did you see how Baekhyun leaned in slightly looking straight at Chanyeol? Hmmm why did Chanyeol look so startled. I wonder what he thought Baekhyun was doing. What if he thought it was…a kiss? AHH LET ME DREAMMMM. But honestly that eye contact and the way Baekhyun kinda just instinctively leaned in. I mean yeah Chanyeol could’ve been surprised that Baekhyun was staring at him but really I feel (or it looks) like there is some tension. Sexual tension maybe? Just the way Baekhyun is looking at him like that really gets me slightly suspicious

Lol I wonder. Isn’t it uncomfortable for Baekhyun to lean on Chanyeol like that since Chan is taller? XD

That looks so awkward XD

And ending with some creepy synchronization XD

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW THE FANS AT THIS FANMEET ARE SO LUCKY

ALSO I’M LATE AGAIN SORRY I REALLY WISH I LIVED IN KOREA XD

Why I vote Malec

I live in Sweden and a part of me wants to vote for my neighbors in Norway but my heart is with Malec. And here’s why:

  • I identify so much with Alec
  • The build-up to where they are now
  • The wedding
  • Magnus is amazing 
  • A half-angel in love with a half-demon, shadowhunter and downworlder
  • Alec is a stuttering mess around Magnus in season 1
  • Alec standing up for Magnus in season 2
  • Their communicaton in season 2
  • Magnus’s clothes
  • Gay and bi representation
  • Interracial couple
  • Magnus is flamboyant and bi
  • PowercoupleTM
  • Their relationship is so realistic, at least for a person who’s not espescially affectionate (like me and Malec)
  • The way Alec looks at Magnus
  • The way Magnus looks at Alec
  • Them smiling to each other
  • Alec didn’t think he could have what he wanted, until Magnus
  • Magnus closing off his heart for almost a century before Alec
  • Magnus when Alec was unconcious in “Parabatai Lost”
  • Alec not minding when Magnus talked about Camille
  • No biphobia
  • Simon’s face when Alec went to Magnus at the wedding (You and me both, Simon, you and me both)
  • Did I mention the gift??

I can go on, there’s so much about these two that I love so much. Whether you vote Malec or Evak, I hope you have a great time voting! And all of us that are part of LGBTQ+, we have already won.

anonymous asked:

I have this really bad feeling that ons is going to end the same as toz. In toz the anime the creators were going to originally make it have a straight couple ( the novel, game, and manga have the characters channoicly gay) anyways they only ended up making them cannon in the anime because fans were really upset and they basically did it for the money. I really hope mikayuu/yuumika becomes cannon but I feel like that's what would happen in it knowing the piece of shit we have for an author.

How do you know they were going to make sor//ali canon? It was all pandering to the fanboys LOL. In the end, they just gave the anime the same ending: Sorey and Mikleo together (with some twinks). I was actually expecting that (especially because the last episode came out a goddamn month later, it was obvious).

Everything is about money, nonnie. Just any ship you see becoming canon is because of money… You didn’t know?

Capitalism, nonnie, capitalism.

You’ll never see a single show that doesn’t want to sell. That’s actually kind of the point.

And idk man, I don’t think being so obsessed with canon makes sense sometimes.

Keep reading

Vikings 4x20 review:

  • omg it’s the end? I survived 20 episodes of this shit?
  • Aethelwulf cosplaying Jon Snow circa Battle of the Bastards
  • NOT THE HORSE YOU LEAVE THE FUCKING HORSES ALONE
  • Ubbe happily waving a dude’s severed head around…same, bro, same
  • Little Bros: “YAY WE WON!!” Bjorn: “NOT YET you FOoLS”
  • I guess Aethelwulf stopped to take a bath between Repton and Not Winchester
  • is Ecbert in a straitjacket
  • warp-speed coronation! And mad props to Moe Dunford for rocking that tacky Adventure Time crown
  • “thank you for loving me” he literally had your ear cut off and blackmailed you into sleeping with him in s3 but w/e this season is all about men not being held responsible for their actions and retconning dubcon sex into romance so
  • I love how Ecbert gives Alfred all this sage advice on how to be a good king and then turns to Aethelred (who should be the fucking aetheling) and is like “try not to get your dick caught in your zipper”
  • did Ecbert…did he….did he just….did he make out with his son
  • “no I’m going to stay with you and get shitfaced” aw Bishop is such a cute friend <3
  • a battering ram? Sure, why the hell not, they already have crossbows
  • Little Bros: “YAY WE WON!!!” Bjorn: “NOT YET you FoOLS”
  • aw yisss it’s Plundering Time™
  • Sigurd, Hvitserk and Floki gleefully setting scrolls on fire CUZ READING’S FOR LOSERS
  • I’m glad Hirst showed them doing that, though, because barbarian groups like the Vikings, Goths, and pagan Franks before them were responsible for the loss of so much knowledge of classical antiquity (like how to build a bridge the way the Romans did) after the disintegration of the Empire.
  • Floki took Helga with him everywhere: to Frankia, to Spain, to a fucking warzone…but I guess he just REALLY needed that manpain push to get him to Iceland, huh, Hirst?
  • at least her burial was beautiful and Gustaf was fantastic. I got so emotional when Floki began laying out her personal items (that fucking comb, man)
  • WHY IS BJORN ALWAYS YELLING WE KNOW YOU HAVE A DICK
  • lol Harald looked so hurt when his bro decided to go cruise the Med with Bjorn
  • Ivar working the crowd like a pro
  • “it looks like revenge was the only thing keeping the sons of Ragnar together” wow no shit
  • LEAVE THE SMOL CHILDE ALONE ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS PLAY SOME RAD TUNES ON HIS LUTE
  • it’s just a scratch, Sigs, you’re fine…Rollo survived being trampled by 30 horses…just walk it off bb
  • my heart hurts
  • oh, but it’s not over…here comes JRM’s debut
  • well that was quite the climactic ending *ba dum tss*

So a thing I’m seeing a lot of lately as more and more folks become interested in anarchist and antifascist tendencies and organizations is the idea of “I don’t know how to do this” and people getting paralyzed by their own lack of experience.

Here’s a secret: none of us does. Even those of us who have been organizing anarchistically for years or decades are always making it up as we go along.

The terrain we fight on is constantly shifting and evolving and to develop effective tactics so must we. This means that we are ALWAYS hurtling face first into the unknown. Sure, a lot of things have precedent and our experience in anarchist praxis means that sometimes it looks like older/more experienced folks have it “figured out,” but if we really had it figures out we’d have won already.

So go. Organize. Engage in fearless naiveté. Learn from past struggles but dont be bound by them. We are limitless because there is no program, no “correct” way to organize.

The key is to DO. The secret is to BEGIN.

chief: “see how i crashed that pelican cortana? we’ve filled our quota of one crashed pelican per mission now so it definitely won;t happen when we have to escape”

cortana, already done with john’s shit after 5 minutes: “you thought of everything…”

thel, only his legs visibly sticking out of the ground: “i hate this spartan”

J as Justin? (college hockey player jb)

♡This is my first imagine like this so have that in mind when you are reading thanks♡

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“Girl, you should feel lucky you even have a man, my sorry ass is always alone, you at least have someone who loves you.” Y/F/N said while eating the last few fries from her plate. “I know I’m lucky, he is a great guy but he is such an asshole sometimes you know?” I said and looked at her for confirmation that I’m not just being a drama queen and that what he did was wrong. “I agree that what he did was not cool Y/N, but at the end of the day, you and I are going to finish this dinner and drive back to campus and you are gonna watch him play, get mad every time someone pushes him and tear up every moment he falls on the ice.” She took a sip of her drink while looking at me with a smirk and put some money on the table to pay for her dinner. “So, you can say you are mad at him and that he is an asshole, but deep down you know that after the match tonight you will wait for him and spend the whole night asking him is he hurt.” I just rolled my eyes at her because I didn’t want to admit to her nor to myself that everything she just said was true. “Whatever Y/F/N, can we just go?” She smiled at me and got up. “Sure babe, let’s go watch your man win this game.”

Walking into the arena, trying to find a sitting place closest to the actual rink and waiting for the match to start was always a stressful thing for me. I knew that any minute now my boyfriend, captain of the hockey team will come out and everyone will start cheering for him. People have his name written on cheering banners, people are constantly yelling his name and I’m just sitting here praying to God no one hurts him. I honestly never thought ice hockey would be such a big deal when I get to college, but here it’s probably the most important thing. Every week during the season when there is a match the entire faculty and almost every student gets down to the arena and for one night forget about studying and all the shit that college is usually about. 

It is nice though, it always feels great watching Justin play on those Friday nights because every time he scores, and he scores a lot, he winks or points at me with the biggest smile on his face and seeing him that happy makes me happy and knowing that I am the first thing on his mind after he scores feels great, just knowing he loves me as much as I love him is the best possible feeling in the world. Of course, that lasts for a few seconds only, through the most of the game I am just looking at the guys trying to push him into the wall or tackle him to the ground and every time they do, my heart stops for a second but then he gets up, finds my face in the crowd and nods telling me he is okay. 

Tonight is the semifinals for this season and yesterday we got into a fight because me being a drama queen who needs attention all the time and him being a busy guy who had never had a serious relationship before me because of his commitment issues, don’t always work out for the best. So the last time we talked he told me that I was clingy and that hurt me so bad so I might have said some awful things to him too. We don’t fight as much as I thought we would when I met the person he is because somehow things I hate about people usually don’t bother me when it’s up to him and vice versa so we are good. But today is the first time he is playing something important and I wasn’t with him before, I wasn’t there to calm him down and tell him he is going to do great and it feels weird. Like, I know he is going to do good and that they are going to win this thing but it still doesn’t feel right. 

“Oh, it’s about to start!” Y/F/N said with nothing but excitement in her voice and I laughed because I know she wasn’t referring to the game but to the boys coming out into the rink and if there’s something she loves it’s looking at hot guys and telling me which one is she going to get with tonight. Everyone was standing up now, cheering for ever guy from our team whilst they were coming to the rink but I was waiting for only one face to see. “And now, saving the best for last, welcome our captain, Justin Bieber!” The moment that sentence came out of every speaker in the arena the entire crowd went completely crazy. He got out and instead of smiling and waving at the people like he usually does he had a worried expression on his face. He was scanning the crowd as if he was looking for something and the moment his eyes locked with mine, he looked like he found it. He smiled and I could see his body relaxing as soon as he knew I was here. We kept eye contact for few more seconds before he was pulled to the side by one of his team mates and after they all talked for a few minutes I heard him yelling “Woohoo” while he was skating to the middle of the rink and the match started.

The third period is about to end in few minutes and our team is leading by two, people who have finals on Monday are already leaving the arena counting with the fact we already won so they don’t have to stay till the end. It was a good game, Justin scored the majority of the goals and it was an easy game for our team considering no one understands how the other team even got to the semifinals but okay. The puck was just passed to Justin while there were no people in front of him and a second before the game ended he scored another goal, looked at the scoreboard, smiled, looked at me and mouthed ‘I love you’.

I was waiting in the back, next to the exit Justin was going to come from and was texting Y/F/N who already left with some guy and was telling me not to wait up for her tonight because she isn’t coming back to our dorm room. Cute. 

“Hey pretty girl, waiting for me?” I turned around and saw a guy from the rival team walking towards me. “No, waiting for my boyfriend actually.” I said slightly scared already because he was so much bigger than me and looked like he really doesn’t like no as an answer. “You are Biebers girl, aren’t you?” He asked and came way too close to me for my liking. “I saw him looking at you through the match but believe me, I could make you feel so much better than he ever could if you just go with me.” He started leaning towards me and me pushing him with all the strength that I had in me wasn’t enough for him to move even a bit. “Get off of me!” I hissed and tried my best to set myself free from his grip. “Hey!” I heard a voice way too familiar to me yell from behind us. In a matter of seconds the creepy guy was pulled of me and Justin punched him in the face the way that I was sorry for the doctor who is going to have to fix that guys nose. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you harassing my girl like that, huh?” Justin pushed the guy against a wall and punched him once more. “I destroyed your game in the rink and I’m going to destroy your face here.” He said and I swear I have never seen him that mad. “Justin” I said softly “he is not worth it, let’s just go, please.” He was looking at me still holding that asshole pinned to the wall. “Fuck” he said before he moved away and walked towards me while a guy who was so confident just few minutes before ran away like a girl. “Are you okay princess?” Justin asked and put his palms on both sides of my face trying to see if I am hurt. “I’m okay, he didn’t have a chance to do anything before you came out and saved me.” I smiled at him and felt him lighten up at my comment as he pulled me for a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry for the stuff I said yesterday.” I said and felt him lightly kiss my forehead. “I am sorry too baby, I was so sad today when I thought you are not coming to see me play.” I just smiled at him and pecked his lips. “I will always come and see you play Justin.” “Good. I feel like I wouldn’t play as good if I knew I don’t have my girl in the audience to impress.” He took my hand and started walking towards his car. “Like you still need to impress me after two years of dating.” “Quite opposite Y/N,” he started in his 'I am talking nonsense but will make it sound serious’ voice. “I have to start impressing you right now.” He opened the door of his car for me and quickly came in himself. “And why is that?” I asked ready to be amused by his answer. “Because right about now, after two years of the adventure that is dating me, right now you are going to start getting bored with me.” “Oh my God.” I started laughing and turned on the radio. “It’s not funny Y/N” he said and turned the radio off. “I was listening to that Justin.” “See, you would rather listen to music than talk with your boyfriend, you are so getting bored with me.’' ’'Are you actually serious?” I asked as I started to realize he isn’t just joking around. “Yes, I’m serious, why would I joke with shit like that?” “So you think that I’m not serious with you, that I’m going to leave just because we don’t do new things every day?” “I don’t know, are you?” he asked with a serious voice and tried to avoid eye contact. 

“Like, you are so great and beautiful and smart and funny and everyone loves you and I can just play hockey. It was fun for a year when we did all that new stuff together and were still getting to know each other and you were so happy and now I am comfortable around you, like I don’t get butterflies anymore because I feel calm and that is exactly what I need and I love it that way you know? But I don’t know how you feel about it and-” “Justin, stop.” I said and put my hand on his. “Stop the car.”  He looked at me confused as he pulled up next to the road. “Look at this.” I said and turned my back to him pulling my hair up showing him a tattoo on the back of my neck I got few days ago. “Oh my God.” I felt his fingers caress the skin of my neck. “It says 'J’.” I turned around and looked at him. “Yes it does.” “J as Justin?” He asked and I rolled my eyes at him. “No Justin, J as jacket.” he looked at me confused and I started laughing. “Of course its J as Justin, I am serious with you, I am serious with us okay? I love how we are right now and how you make me feel and I want it no other way. I sure as hell wouldn’t get a tattoo with the first letter of your name if I was planning on breaking up with you or if I was bored. We are at the stage where we are always there for each other and we know each other so well so there are no new things to do but that doesn’t mean my love for you changed even a bit. I love what you and I have okay? I wouldn’t change it for anything.” he smiled and pulled me into a hug. “I love you.” “I love you too Justin, so much more than you could imagine.” He pulled away to kiss me and went over my tattoo with his fingers once again. 

“My dorm room is empty tonight just so you know.” I said and he smirked at me. “Oh yeah?” he started the car and put his hand on my thigh. “I guess I will be showing you just how much I love you tonight.”


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When I see people who ship nothing but canon ships yet choose to make a big deal about shipping them like it’s a deep, dark secret to ship them. Or they go out and criticize works made by other shippers.

“What are you doing? You already won. Leave us sad people alone. All we have left are our fan works and dreams.”

We’re not protesting because our candidate didn’t win. We are protesting to keep rights that have already been won over the years and are now being threatened under the new administration: to have equal rights no matter what race or gender you are, the right to love who you want to love, to control your own body and decide when you want to have a family, and to worship your God the way you want to worship. The women of the world felt it was important to remind our government that these issues are very important to us and we need to continue to move forward, not backward.

i hope henry never gets another girl love interest so we can continue to read in hensper moments like realistically hensper won’t happen but idealistically we already have so much evidence that jasper and henry share mutual love and affection and they even legitimately kissed on air!!

Julie please I’ve never asked you anything (yes I have but we won’t talk about that) DROP THE CLIP ALREADY BEFORE MY INTERNET CRASHES AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

anonymous asked:

Prayer request: my girlfriend is struggling with her mental illness, sexuality and gender identity. She also doesn't feel completely safe at home because she's a part of lgbt+. I wish she could love herself more, be more confident and didn't hate herself for being attracted to women. I pray for her and I would be really grateful if more people did it as well

My heart and prayers go out to her. 

Jesus, life-giver and friend of the lonely, 
You long for us all to have life and have it abundantly; to love ourselves as deeply as we love one another. But in this world, hate still has a powerful hold – we know you have already won eternal life for is all, yet we dwell in a liminal space of “not yet” where it can be hard to believe it. Walk with this person as she battles mental illness and fear. Help her to feel the love you have for her, the hope that she will embrace the fullness of life that
includes her gender and sexuality.
Protect her in the place she should be safest – her home. Work with her family, that their minds and hearts may soften with time; but in the meantime, keep this person safe from them. Send friends her way, and your Spirit too, to comfort and encourage her. 
God of love: Guard her. Guide her. Heal her. 
Amen. 

Christian~

Do not walk around with your head down.
Do not act as if you’ve been defeated.
We already have victory because of the Cross.
We should walk as if we have already won the war, because we have.
God has saved us. Healed us. Redeemed us.
Sin has no power over us.
WE ARE FREE! Let us live in such a way that reflects the freedom and hope that we have!

undiscoveredstory  asked:

LAMS ANGST PLS?! (I mean it can totally end fluffy and stuff, but I think it's a known fact that I live for the angst, ahaha)

I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME YISSSSSSSSSSSSSS ANGST IS MY SHIT


Historical note: the last known letter Hamilton wrote to Laurens was in fact signed “yours forever.”


Entry one: Laurens told me to keep a journal because it may “help me get things off my chest.” I officially want him dead.

Entry two: Why am I still doing this? How does one work a journal?

Entry three: I’ve been informed by Lafayette that you give a summary of the day and your opinion on it. In that case, I haven’t slept in a week, we’re all starving, and thank the Lord we’re in Virginia, or else I’d be freezing to death too.

Entry four: Laurens told me to lighten up a bit. I still hate him.

Entry five: How long do I have to keep this up?

Entry six: John wasn’t entirely wrong about getting things off my chest. Running sarcastic commentary can be very beneficial.

Entry seven: I’ve heard things said about a battle taking place in Yorktown soon. I cannot say I’m not at least somewhat terrified, but I know for now, I have Laurens by my side.

Entry eight: Update: I will not have Laurens by my side

Entry nine: In a matter of days, Laurens is taking his men to South Carolina to fight. If he dies, I swear on my life, I will personally murder him.

Entry ten: I hate to see the back of him, but I’m not saying it’s a bad view.

Entry eleven: John, you fox. I forgot you read these. Laurens, if you’re looking over this right now, kiss my ass.

E 11.5: yes, I am reading this, and no, I’d prefer not to put my mouth there.

Entry twelve: That’s not what you said last night

E 12.5: shut up

Entry thirteen: make me

Entry fourteen: John left for South Carolina today. I’m sure our parting embrace was seen as nothing more than brotherly, but I am most confident that brothers don’t get a little hard upon hugging.

Entry fifteen: I have been recently informed Laurens and his troops reached their destination safely. It feels as if twenty pounds of weight was lifted from my shoulders. I brought this up to Lafayette, and he’s now taken to referring to me as “Maman.”

Entry sixteen: the rumors of a battle at Yorktown are definitely more than whisperings. I haven’t seen Washington pace like this for months. If not a battle, something of importance will take place in Yorktown.

Entry seventeen: news of approaching British ships have reached us. I have never been a man of strict religion, but I pray South Carolina remains untouched as battle breaks out.

Entry eighteen: words cannot describe the bloodshed I have seen today, all of it in the name of what both sides consider a greater good. It is best to forget the redcoats have wives and children.

Entry nineteen: after too long, America walks away victorious. It is as if the world turned upside down. Not only that, but Laurens is alive.

Entry twenty: I am unsure whether or not I have died and ascended to Heaven. Save for a few skirmishes in the Carolinas, the war is over.

Entry twenty-one: …in the Carolinas

Entry twenty-two: I am currently returning to my home in New York, while what must be dozens of letters find their way to Laurens. If that brash, bold, heroic, brave, kind, over-protective idiot is dead, I will fulfill my promise of ending him.

Entry twenty-three: I received a number of letters from John in return today. Fate is kind in keeping him alive.

Entry twenty-four: I’ve finally come around to sending John letters in return. The things he has written to me could be easily called sinful. I take that as a challenge. If he must end up using my letters to feed his fire, so be it. Whether it be in the flush to his face or the heat of the flames, I am content in knowing I will be keeping my dearest John warm in the bitter cold of night.

Entry twenty-four: I couldn’t be happier that Eliza has recently decided not to proof read my letters for errors in spelling or grammar.

Entry twenty-five: the skirmishes will most certainly come to an end soon. It would be best for Laurens to find a place in congress. He would make an excellent politician, and should not waste his days running after a glory we have already won. It has been too long since I have received word from him anyway. I am sure he will be fine, but one does worry.

Entry twenty-six: I have still yet to receive an answer.

Entry twenty-seven: It’s been too long.

Entry twenty-eight: Eliza told me it is natural to worry so much over a friend, and she also assured me John is fine. It would be a lie to say I completely believe her.

Entry twenty-nine: I am beyond proud to call myself the father of Phillip Hamilton. He has yet to say a word, but Phillip is my pride and joy. Some day, he will blow us all away. I look forward to seeing him grow up with our newborn country.

Entry thirty: Upon the chaos and excitement surrounding the birth of my son, I failed to see the letter awaiting me, addressed to me from one of John’s comrades.

Entry thirty-one: he’s not dead

Entry thirty-two: he can’t be

Entry thirty-three: John is alive and well. He’ll be seeking a job in congress soon

Entry thirty-four: he’s not dead

Entry thirty-five: he’s not dead

Entry thirty-six: he’s not here yet because he’s still marching home from South Carolina

Entry thirty-seven: I can deny it no longer. John Laurens is gone.

A number of pages and years later…


Laurens,
It is only a matter of time.

Yours forever,
A. Hamilton