we should have had it all

anonymous asked:

To jump on the salt train, I find it annoying as hell when people say they fear Kallura happening and wish Klance will. First of all, there are 4 seasons left, so there is plenty of time to build Kallura up if it does become romantic. Second, if I had to say if a gay pairing became canon, it would be more likely Sheith since that has more of the show staff behind it -- not Klance. If Kallura does become canon, they should grow up and move on. I had shows shoot down my ships before.

tBH SAME im honestly so tired of the fandom fearing ka//llura–like??? okay we get it you dont like it you dont have to sHOVE UR SHIP ALL OVER THE PLACE WE GET THAT ENOUGH!!! anyways…it just shows how much the fandom doesnt really care abt the show unless it involves their ship which is REALLY shallow tbh,,,


“We should have fire in the Heavydirtysoul music video,” Tyler suggested randomly.

Earlier that day, Josh had told Tyler he had Pyrokinesis, the ability to control fire with his mind. Josh wasn’t surprised when Tyler jumped up and down like a child and talked about his own mutation, and Joshs.

You had always known. You two had met in the ER after you had troubles with controlling your mutation, resulting in burns and cuts all over yourself, which was odd, considering you could control minds and objects. Josh had accidentally burned his hand, a gentle reminder that stoves, unless they were gas, were not fire. You’d soothed his thoughts, and later exchanged numbers.

Since then, you were thick as thieves.

And 3 months after meeting, he asked you out. He set up a fire pit and pulled you close, asking it so quietly you almost didn’t hear.

“I don’t know about that, Ty. Mutants really don’t have a good rep, how would they feel about knowing I was… yknow… me,” Josh said. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked toward you.

“We’re all mutants, baby,” you started, “you and Ty are probably the only ‘all mutant’ band in the world.”

“They don’t have to know if you don’t want them to,” Tyler said, “we’d play it off as us just lighting a fire next to your drums.”

Josh looked over at you and visibly deflated, “I guess,” he sighed, running his hand through his yellow hair, “but (y/n) needs to be there. For support.”

“Obviously, baby,” you said, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his shoulder.


“You’re gonna have to be in full control as you drum, do you think you can do it?” The producer asked. Today was the big day, Josh was going to control the fire surrounding his drumset. It was decided they weren’t going to tell fans that they were mutants, for everyone’s sake.

“Yes he can,” you answered, the producer nodded and continued to help Tyler with the car scene. You pulled him aside and tugged him in for a hug. “I need you to close your eyes and take a few deep breaths,” you said.

“How is this-”

“Just do it,” you said, he nodded and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, and you could feel his thoughts racing through his head, “you have to make your mind blank, I can’t take them when they’re racing around like this,” he nodded, taking a few more. You took his thoughts and morphed them from nervous energy to adrenaline. Hopefully he could use it instead of being so nervous he’d mess up.

“You ready to do your thing?” Tyler asked.



You watched closely as Joshs fire burned bright, and he pounded the shit of his drums. When they finally wrapped recording he ran over to you, adrenaline still obviously running through his veins. He picked you up and spun you around in his arms. He smashed his lips to yours, and almost as soon as he did so, fire sprung up around you.

As cliche as it was, rocks were floating and fire was heating the chilled air around you. The adrenaline rubbing off on you. A constant downside to your ability, your emotions were easily influenced by people’s emotions.

When you finally pulled apart, the fire simmered out and the rocks hit the ground with a thump.

You heard Tyler clapping and jumping up and down excitedly. You and Josh shared a look, mentally preparing for the excited fangirling that would ensue.

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Hairspray? (The musical, not the source movie)

I’m answering as a white person who thought they were a girl when it came out, and who is transmisogyny exempt.  There are certainly some racist and transmisogynistic aspects to the particular productions. 

There’s the white savior trope, and a clear separation of the “good whites” from the “bad whites”, which is not a useful thing.  All white people benefit from white supremacy.

They really should get a trans woman to play Tracy’s mom. I’m not versed enough in drag culture from the 80s to critically analyze Divine’s performance in the source movie, but by the time 2002 came around (I’m not sure if you’re talking about the broadway musical or the film of the musical?) we should have had a fat trans woman in that role.  Certainly not John Travolta in a dress.  It makes me pretty uncomfortable these days, as I’ve learned more about transmisogyny. 

That said, as a young fat white person who thought they were a woman, the musical was one of my favorites. It felt empowering. I had the soundtrack and loved it. I can’t even imagine this experience applying to anyone but white and femme people though. And only cis women, as long as they keep casting cis men in the role of Tracy’s mom. 

-Mod Siarl

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this is the pleace where I should ask this :D but could you make a ranking of Got7 dick size *hide shyly*

lmao I had this conversation with a few friends a while back, it was kinda difficult to rank them. We thought maybe the size of their forearms or height could help us determine their size, but it ended up not helping much. We all thought Yugyeom would have the biggest, but then we also thought Mark… and then Jaebum…

anyways my ranking (from biggest to not so big) would be:

I don’t really have any particular reason as to why tbh. For Yugyeom, Mark, and Jinyoung I believe they’d be somewhat big since you can sometimes see something as a result of the tight jeans they wear lmao. (Especially Yugyeom) The others are just pure assumptions. Like BamBam could be bigger due to his infamous line, but I mean there’s always a chance he was lying because c'mon he’s a guy.

Things I said today:
  • “Just dealing with the he complexities of being human, ya know?”
  • “we buy garbage bags… just to throw them away. that’s messed up.”
  • “i would never wish hiccups on anyone. that would be so mean”
  • “not gonna lie Kidz Bop is LIT!”
  • “Sometimes I mess up, sometimes I kill that shit.”
  • “the Tarzan soundtrack is LIt”
  • “i wish i still had my wisdom teeth”
  • “These 2 ducks come chill with me by the lake in the mornings. It’s tight.”
  • “Is it racist for me to assume every british person is a wizard??”
  • “Okay for real though we should all have flying cars by now”
  • “Bananas get stickers for just being bananas…”
  • “Trump hasn’t won a world series since 1908″
  • “my little brother just called me a gold digger. Shit is getting real”
  • “Ralph Macchio is my dad”
  • “set an example in your jewcrew”
  • “Shavua tov jewbabes!! hope your shabbos was as magical as Fantastic Beasts”
  • “This is the gayest thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve had sex with a woman.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know this doesn't have anything to do with BTS but I don't know who I should tell this and reading Mr. Min I thought maybe you had an answer. My boyfriend and I have agreed that he can call me slut and whore during sex and I'm okay with that(+)

(+) but the other day we were together with some of his male friends and I hugged one of them (in a friendly way). It was all normal until he brought it up and told me ‘You are not a slut only in bed afterall’ in a very aggressive way. I don’t (+)

(+) know if I should call him out or tell him it hurt me because he’s been acting normal again since then. Thanks if you answer this 🙇

Okay, I usually don’t answer most of the asks about people’s personal relationships that I get but I really want to address this.  There is a huge difference between agreeing to use demeaning names during sex and using them outside of that.  Just because you consented to being called a slut in bed doesn’t mean that he has any more right to call you that outside of the bedroom than before.  He is absolutely in the wrong here and you should call him out.  Let him know how it made you feel and express that you don’t appreciate it.  He should value you and understand that you are absolutely entitled to friendships with men and hugs are in no way cheating or immoral in any way.  

anonymous asked:

Lena and reader being friends with benefits with the rule of no feelings involved but Lena gets feelings and tells reader but she rejects Lena because she doesn't have feelings back

Originally posted by lenaluthcr

“Sorry Lena, I-I thought that we were on the same page.  I can’t do a relationship right now,” you apologized uncomfortably and put a little more distance between yourself and the vulnerable woman in front of you.  This was exactly what you were worried about; all the nights sleeping at her place had turned into getting dinner beforehand to dropping by each other’s offices and…you should have known.

“But, Y/N, I know what I’m feeling and I know that you feel it too.”

“It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, Lena!”

The dark haired woman reached out and grabbed your hand before you could move away anymore.  Her eyes searched yours, confused and hurt.

“What do you mean?  Of course it matters!”

“It doesn’t, because we’re not doing this.  Just-” you yanked away from her and shook your head, “-don’t call me.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry if you've answered this before, but I was just wondering if you'd still dislike Maggie/Floriana if the writers left that "growing up non-white" line out? I'm a qwoc myself and I adore Alex but god, they really should have hired an actual Latina or ethnic actress to play Maggie

I would still be bummed that we didn’t have an interracial lesbian relationship on the show but I wouldn’t have all this animosity for the character or the actress because she wouldn’t be playing something she’s not.

However if the conversation that Lima likes to steal Latinx roles came up despite them not whitewashing Maggie I would have amplified the voices of people who had a problem with her and defend them for it.

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We Lived

for the supercat slam: alternate universe


Lara Lor-Van watches time pass by as her niece procrastinates.

So, maybe there’s something going on that Lara should have noticed earlier.

It’s not that she didn’t see that Kara was dealing something, it was simply the fact that she was a bit busy helping Kal-El with his newly-developed powers, though in retrospect it might have been easier to have her around to support then. After all, it wasn’t just Lara who had to get used to super-strength, super-speed, super-senses, freeze-breath and what Kara liked to call ‘solar flare’. Lily is a great help, but she isn’t Kryptonian, no matter how much advice she gives to their little boy.

Kara runs a flower shop in the centre of Metropolis and recently had been complaining about Perry White, editor in chief of the Daily Planet, on behalf of one of her regular customers – Perry White’s senior assistant slash second-best reporter, who had to buy flowers for him for his wife on the regular. Apparently he was a flirt and liked to take advantage of the interns lobbied in his direction, causing his wife to get pissy, for good reason. Kara’s regular customer, Cat Grant, thankfully never let herself be one of said advantaged employees.

Both Kara and Cat are each young twenty-somethings and had Lara any idea that Kara preferred women beforehand, she would have probably paid closer attention when that Kara wilfully admitted she had a crush.

As it is, Lara now has to deal with a crying Kara who had been rejected by Cat on the grounds of having a girlfriend already.

“Lois isn’t even nice to her! They fight all the time- she goes on about her all the time, I- I didn’t even realise they were together!” Lara listens to her niece rant, running her hand through Lillian’s hair. Her partner is listening just as Lara is and most likely has far more grasp on the circumstances than she does – Lily’s good at that, nevermind that it’s her own culture.

“Lois isn’t in love with her, Kara, just wait it out a few more weeks and see what happens – my sister is a brat,” Lillian advises, “If they stay together, I’ll be surprised.”

“Aunt Lois’ ability to stay with her partners is astronomically low,” Alexander even pipes up, not looking away from his advanced mathematics homework. Kara sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“But- but what if they stay together.”

“I doubt it,” Lillian and Alexander say as one, leaving Lara with a fleeting reminder of Astra and Alura, just for a moment. Lillian goes on to comfort her almost-niece, Kara coming over so sit down between Lara and the sofa-arm, curling up with a cushion in her lap. Lillian twist a hand up for Kara to hold, despite knowing Kara would do better to hold Lara’s – it’s another reason for Lara to love her partner, the woman who dragged her from a pit of darkness in the face of losing her planet and husband, with only her son and niece left as reminders. You left your husband for me, she thinks, treasuring the smiling human even more as Kara lets out a little laugh.

Later, Lois Lane and Cat Grant break up. Lara’s covering a shift in the flower shop, arranging a bouquet with gentle brushes of her fingers when Cat strides in, sunglasses hiding reddened eyes.

“Where’s Kara?” She sways a little as she comes to a stop and Lara straightens, pushing up the sleeves of her jumper like she’s seen on television, standing firmly in place. Cat seems to recognise the posture, matching her. “What is it?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Catherine Grant, the one who turned down my niece,” Lara says with a shade of derision, narrowing her eyes, “Kara isn’t here. Do you need to buy Mrs White another apology bouquet?”

“No – I’m done with the Daily Planet. My loan finally came through. I’m heading to National City and I don’t know when I’m coming back. I- I had to say goodbye. I’ve been putting it off. I had my going-away party last night.”

“Oh,” Lara blinks, slightly taken-aback. Kara…Kara will be devastated. “You should have come sooner. To explain. Kara can’t come here to meet you – she’s looking after her cousins.”

“Your children?” Cat frowns lightly. “You look a little young to have…”

“One is my partners, but Kal-El is older, he’s ten,” Lara reveal reluctantly, “I am thirty-three.”

“Oh,” Cat echoes her earlier reaction, a silence following before Cat finally continues. “Would it be too much to ask for an address?”

Immediately, Lara wants to say no – their apartment is the only safe place their little family has, where Kal-El, Lara and Kara can all use their powers without fear that anyone will see. But Cat would have to know eventually, if Kara wanted to try having a relationship with her – she might already know because while Lara loves her niece, Kara isn’t at all subtle about using her powers in the flower-shop or even out in Metropolis. She whizzes about, practically flying, lifting heavy loads without ever seeming tired.

Also, the food. Their calorie intake every day is gastronomical, but rather than eat twice her weights worth every morning and night like the rest of them do, she snacks over the entire day. If Lara wasn’t sure she’d continue to do it anyway, even with six human’s worth of food at key points in the day, she’d force her to stop, if only for their secret and the mental health of those who actually bother to notice Kara’s always eating.

Shaking her head slightly, Lara gives an apologetic look, before finally deciding. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Cat leaves Metropolis and starts up her radio show. Lara takes the initiative and pays an extra monthly fee to get long-range so they can listen to her once a day, every afternoon from four till five. When her TV show starts to air, she switches from radio to television and they sit down before dinner to watch, Alexander and Kal-El doing their homework on the coffee table. At some point, a few years later, Alexander’s sister, Lena, joins them, a tiny girl with dark hair and sad eyes that light up in wonder when Kal-El flies up into the air to tidy a spider in the ceiling corner into a glass jar to take outside.

Kara pines. It’s sad to watch.

Somewhere around the millennium, however, there are new things to focus on. Kara moves out into the apartment above her flower-shop, studying part-time at Metropolis University to become a photographer, eventually advertising dual service as a wedding florist and wedding photographer, turning her apartment and the other two apartments above it into a gallery slash photography studio slash office. Lara is the one to help her renovate the attic into a new apartment, using the human architecture degree and builders’ diplomas she’d earned over her twenty years on earth to put in airy, slanted floor-to-ceiling windows and install a private bathroom.

Lara and Lillian themselves manage to get a townhouse around the same time Kal-El gets an internship at the Daily Planet, first payless and then paid as he proves himself up to the task, despite only having education in journalism via biweekly night-school. He even makes a friend, who he sends to Kara for an apprenticeship in photography. In Lara’s opinion, it’s the best idea he’s had since telling Alexander he should go to Oxford rather than Yale, reducing the fees they’d have to pay by literal thousands. James Olsen – Jimmy to everyone but Kara – is one of the most honest, caring boys Lara has ever met and she even forgives Kal-El for not telling them that James was his boyfriend, just because James told her it was fine.

Then Batman shows up in Metropolis and Lara is lucky that she’s Kryptonian, because otherwise she would have been killed by the explosions that subsequently wreaked havoc on their neighbourhood for over two months, before Batman caught the unlucky sucker.

Lena terrified and Lillian paranoid – after all, Lionel Luthor had been a close friend of Joseph ‘Firebug’ Rigger before his deployment – Lara orders her family to depart from Metropolis. Unfortunately, that is when the aliens start to attack their city and both Kal-El and Kara feel the pull to help. Lara, Lena and Lillian leave, but they all still worry. At least they know Alexander is safe in England, but more than once, Lara is reduced to tears by Kal-El and Kara’s many close calls and apparent deaths. Lillian is not much better, but she’s a doctor and knows her way around Kryptonian biology better than even Lara, who had studied it for close to a year in the Science Quarter when she went through the traditional year in each Guild as a teenager.

Lillian always knows whether different events can kill them and always has faith they’ll survive – Lara simply worries all the time.

Eventually, Kara moves away, following them to National City. She sets up a new building for her florist-photography business, leaving the deed and ownership of her first shop to James, who Kal-El moves into the attic apartment with.

“They’re fine in Metropolis, mom,” Kara assures her, “It’s Kal-El’s city – you know that he’ll keep it safe and in any case, if Superwoman is suddenly in National City, then maybe the attacks won’t be so centralised.”

“You promise to always have him on speed-dial?” Lara checks over her watch, flipping up the cover to view the crest of El in panic-button, panic-radio form. “You’ve made sure this works properly?”

“It’s works perfectly,” Kara assures her, “Not only did Alexander look over it once Kalex had produced it, but I went to Australia and Kal-El could still hear mine.” It does a lot to assure Lara that her son and niece would always be in contact.

Then, of course, Cat Grant comes swanning back into their lives, hiring Lena as a part-time babysitter for her five-year old son, Carter, in conjunction with another college-student, Alex Danvers. Kara is as smitten as always and the Queen of All Media looks properly at her now…

Except, that was always the way Cat looked at her.

Lara watches them dance around each other for a while, developing a routine that reminds Lara more of herself and Lillian than a set of best friends. Even Lena and Maggie’s relationship is far more paralleling than Lena and Alex’s – and Lena and Maggie have only been together for two months, at this point, Maggie busy with police academy. Kara brings Cat coffee, laser-hot and exactly how she likes it – sometimes, Cat even brings Kara her favourite, too, to Kara’s surprise every time, because she never thinks that Cat actually knows her favourite coffee order – and delivers her lunch to her office in the CatCo building, over twenty minutes from where Kara’s shop is based.

Cat in turn…Lara doesn’t know, most likely doesn’t even see it properly. Cat lives a different kind of life to anyone else’s she’s seen, except perhaps Alura – and Alura too, showed her love in ways Lara never comprehended. Though, to be quite fair, Lara and Jor-El were one of very few couples on Krypton that actually loved each other. To Lara’s knowledge, Alura and Zor-El were only best friends, even if they loved each other deeply as that, as friends.

Cat and Kara are not best friends.

Often, actually, they argue. It’s a companionable kind of arguing, but still argue – like how Superwoman should do more to earn the people’s trust and some likeability if the fire department doesn’t appreciate how she comes swanning in to do their job for them or that it wouldn’t be conducive to go through all the checks to see children in hospital, as it could lead to her secret identity being revealed.

Oh yes, Cat knows Kara is Superwoman. She’s also aware that the majority of Kara’s immediate family are aliens, too. Lara was horrified the day Kara came to visit with Cat and Carter in tow, just in time for the blonde to see Lara put out a minor electric fire from a toaster that Alexander had been fiddling with last time he was in the US, the week before, with freeze breath.

“Just kiss already,” however, is apparently too obvious a thing to say, even ten years later. Unfortunately, Lara said it and she refuses to take it back. Lillian just shakes her head before continuing to let Carter quiz her and Alex on their jobs in the DEO while never answering his questions directly.

Cat and Kara are together by the end of the day and engaged before the month is out. Lara just wonders if that was all it would have taken twenty-seven years ago.

anonymous asked:

I kinda feel like Elsanna killed the Frozen fandom...

I have to disagree, nonnie. It wasn’t Elsanna. In fact, just like everyone else in the fandom, Elsanna shippers want to fandom to thrive. When you get down to it, we all like the same thing: the movie. Some just go in different ways. Sure there’s been discourse and arguments and ship wars, all of which are stupid and we should just accept our differences and move on, but it wasn’t one singular ship that killed the fandom. The fandom isn’t even dead. There are still people who love it.

There’s just been a lack of content for us to enjoy. The latest thing we had was that Lego thing and that was cute but wasn’t enough for all of us. Lego-related things are normally goofy and we wanted our characters to have depth and development, which is what we hope to get in Frozen 2, or perhaps other shorts that are truly Disney, if you know what I mean.

Fandoms fade sometimes, but as long as there are people around to enjoy it, a fandom never dies. I’m sure once we all get more content, it’ll revive itself. Just like the lull after Frozen came out and we got Frozen Fever. There was a surge of activity from us all.

I get that. I go in and out of fandom phases. For example, I’m super big on Wicked right now. Still love Frozen and I’m creating content for it, but Wicked is the thing I’m currently obsessing over. I’m sure others have moved on for a while as we wait for more canon content, regardless of ships.

Was it Elsanna? Of course not. It wasn’t Elsanna just as much as it wasn’t Kristanna or Helsa or any other ship. Our canon content is lacking right now, but I’m sure there will be more at some point which will kick us all back into gear.

anonymous asked:

Bitter ka ba?

Sorry to break it to you but NO, honey. I think we should all move on from what had happened and stop sending me TA’s about people to whom I’m not related to. Thanks and have a good night.

8tracks alternative

hey, so mourning the slow death of 8tracks, a lot of people are looking for alternatives. i know suan.fm has been suggested a lot but it doesn’t have any built-in community interaction as of yet,, BUT!!!

playmoss.com  is RLY GREAT and it has all the basic fuckin features that 8tracks always should have had like:
- see the entire tracklist
- start the playlist from any point
- unlimited skips and listening
- see how many playlists contain a certain song
- see top listeners of a playlist
- collaborative playlists!!
etc etc !!!  plus while it does have a “subscription”” it Only allows you to upload music files directly instead of linking from youtube and soundcloud. doesn’t add more than that or punish you for not paying

this sounds like an advertisement but i just want a community to start building there so we can rise above 8tracks’ tyrannical management :^)
p.s.  yes it does have a mobile app!!

You know what, the ‘suddenly, there’s 5 more Winter Soldiers’ subplot

has gotten a lot of flack, and I don’t disagree that it could and should have been handled a lot better, but even as it is, I really really like what it says, or rather, confirms about Bucky.

Keep reading

The trauma side of tumblr really seems to focus on survivors of csa, and that’s completely understandable, but I don’t see enough posts about kids who had to deal with serious neglect/emotional abuse. It can be devastating as well

shoutout to kids who had to grow up too fast because their parents never allowed them to be a kid

shoutout to kids who had to fend for themselves every day, or even little siblings

shoutout to kids who felt like the parent

shoutout to kids who cling hard to people because they never got the proper love and care that a parent should provide

shoutout to kids who have health issues because they were never taken care of, and it’s hard to recover from

shoutout to kids who felt abandoned and empty and like they had no childhood because their family wasn’t there 

You’re all valid and I’m so sorry for what we’ve had to go through. It’s tough. And I hope we can all heal from it 

What also bothered me about the whole ‘Why do we need Moana when we have Lilo’ thing is that almost none of those people complained about having another white fairy tale set in Europe considering Frozen.

Yet suddenly, we’re not allowed to have two Disney films with Polynesian characters? Really? Like they’re basically saying, “You already had your movie! Be happy with that!”


POC deserve multiple stories. They deserve all the stories. And again, if Disney is only allowed to have one story featuring a Polynesian character, then they also should have only made one movie featuring a white character from Europe. Just saying. 

happy whatever it is you celebrate and happy new year for all of u


                                  “Okay, should we get some coffee? Sure. Where?”
Chandler and Monica walk over to the kitchen-counter and leave their keys. Then the other four pick out their keys and leave them as well. They all leave the apartment. Joey helps Chandler with the stroller in the hallway, while Monica and Rachel have their arms around each other. Everybody walks downstairs to Central Perk. The camera goes inside the apartment again, and it pans around. We see the keys on the counter, and the final shot is of the frame around the peephole. The screen fades to black. (Friends, 1994 – 2004)

This is the season where you recall all the things that you have done for the whole year. All the things that made you smile. All of the unforgettable things that made you cry. All of the relationships you had with other people. All of the broken friendships that you can no longer retrieve and save. This is the time of the year when you have to decide which of those things are needed to be treasured and which ones should you left behind. And this time, let us do it together. Remember all the memories that you made this year. Whether it’s good or it’s bad. We should care if it had made us happy or sad. No matter how many they are, they all played an important role in our life. You may not notice it back then, but they will lead you somewhere, that we both hope is a place you always wanted to be in.

This time, catch all of those happy moments you remembered. Close them inside your hands and put them beneath your heart where no one can steal them away from you. Hold them like your own precious stars so every time your night became sad and gloomy, you can always bring them out. The most important thing you should recall this year is the thing that made you happy. Because that is the only thing that will keep your soul shining and smiling. Keep them as if when you bring them together they will be the air that you’re breathing.

This time, let go. Let go of the things that broke your heart. Take a deep breath and open you heart, find all the things that hurt you like they are knives, that made your heart bleeds too much. Remove them one at a time. And when you’re done, throw them away where your eyes can never reach them again. If you need to do it for too many times, be brave, and be courageous enough to heal your own heart. You must do it for yourself—not for anyone else. This time of the year, remove all the negativities that still surround you, and replace them with the happiest vibes that you could spread around you.

This time, accept yourself even if this year had changed you into someone you thought you would never know. Welcome the approaching year with a strong heart and a smile on your face. And this time I hope, that we will all have a happy, fruitful and healthy new year.

—  ma.c.a // Remember, Accept and Let Go

Futurama Appreciation Week

Day seven, free choice: Inspiring Moments

Love doesn’t share itself with the world. Love is suspicious, love is needy, love is fearful, love is greedy.