what-even-is-happening

anonymous asked:

So to escape being called a pedo you use American laws and definitions? Use the actual Russian ones you dipshit. Your whole damn otp would have Otabek in fucking prison for a few years all for the sake of your creepy fujoshi needs. 'well America says it's this despite the fact that we're dealing with Russian laws so the people who voted Trump must be right!'. Fucking morons the lot of you.

First of all….what the hell.

How the fuck is Trump related to any of this. Holy heck. I didn’t even vote for Trump so this is just unappealing to me….

You antis will do anything to embarrass yourselves and it doesn’t make any sense..

Also, I’m not “escaping” being called a pedo first of all. If we ship things in the US, we go by our laws. Because we live in the US and create fanfictions in the US. Therefore, we have to go by our laws because we are IN the USA. Got it?

So if you want the Russian pov of pedophilia, Yurio would have to be 14 and under for it to be a crime. People in Russia get castrated for performing sex crimes with minors (14 and younger. So this wouldn’t be a pedophilia act because Yurio is 15/16.

And my “creepy fujoshi needs”? What the hell. All i see is a healthy relationship that crosses no illegal laws whatsoever. All I see is you whiny antis that just want to hate because you have nothing better to do.

So there you go. You are wrong yet agains and I am honestly so tired of you uneducated antis. You are the literal embarrassment of the fandom.

Please get education. Thank you. Have a lovely otayuri day.

pitchforginny  asked:

Mike didn't know what to be excited for, the fact that they actually won the World Series or that he won his bet with Ginny.

She can see Mike charging the mound as disbelief paints her face.  Ginny jumps up and down, her hand holding onto her cap, her mouth hanging open, eyes wide.

He’s picking her up before she can comprehend what’s even happening, but soon the whole team is surrounding them, cheering and forming a tight-knit circle around them, pats on the back, and guys jumping, using others’ shoulders to propel themselves up.

“I won the bet!” He screams at her, his beard rubbing up against her cheek, and she’s laughing with her head thrown back, the excitement overtaking her.

The past few years had been something of a dream, sometimes a nightmare, where she found herself often pinching herself to make sure that she was in fact standing on the ground, her eyes fully open and aware of what was happening.

“Do you always have to be right?” She screams back at him, convinced there was no way the cameras would able to fight the crowd to be able to hear or see what they were saying to each other.

He bends over just a little, his mouth right at her ear.

“Not always…but I was right about this,” he teases.  Pulling back, looking into her brown eyes that shimmered with something of pride at what they’d just accomplished.

“We did it,” he mouths at her, his words lost in the crowd.

She’d heard those words escape her lips so many times as a kid, proud of her accomplishments and sure that this was it, this was the moment she’d been working for, only to be told that they hadn’t done anything yet.

The words hadn’t been met with one of discouragement, in fact, the opposite, meant to keep her striving for something more.

These past few year years had had her really contemplating what that meant, what it was that she really wanted from life, baseball having consumed most of her attention.

But as she clung to Mike on the field, a big grin displayed on his face, mirroring the dimpled smile she couldn’t seem to wipe from her face, she realizes that he had been right.

When she thinks back on the last years, their journey to get here, hard work and tears, frustration, and pride tint some of those memories, but most of them involve him.  From teammate, to friend, to something more and far more serious.

The question he’d presented several months ago, the evidence hanging from her neck, nestled somewhere near her heart.  

A habit the crowd probably came to wonder what was going on, her hand coming to her chest as a way to calm herself.

She looks up at him, confetti raining down from above, and pulls the necklace out of her jersey, the diamond ring she’d been hiding finally revealed.

“We ain’t done nothing yet,” she says with a nod of her head, and a raise of her eyebrow.

Mike taking cue from her, and pulling her in for a kiss that no camera or fan missed.

Making the bet that they’d win the World Series before anyone found out about them as a couple a reality, the smile on Mike’s face making it hard to figure out which one of these events made him happier.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.

Hello friends! i hope u understand me and treat it right. Excuse my for my
not very good english. I live in Moscow, Russia. And i have diagnosed sever AvPD and SAD (i’m not sure whigh one or if there’s a difference because russian system is different) Psychiatry in russia is terrible, i barely get any help. I really want to stay in moscow bc if i mov back to my shitty city where i don’t even have friends i will just have to kill myslef, i’ve already tried. I even fucking had sex for money and this gross. oh also im gay living in russia one of the most homophobic countries and so on, i’ve been trying to get a job since february but always got rejected. idk what to do :( I hate to do this but i have to ask you for some money. I hope someone who have some extra money will be down to share with me, because we are all people and not everyone got a xgood life so we have to help each other. you can ask me whatever i can do for it. i just will be so grateful if you send even just 1 dollar.

my paypal is adidas-goth@mail.ru

and also i have etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/ru/shop/RUSSIAGOTH I would be so happy if you donate or buy something, either way i’ll have to come back to my little town and i don’t even know what can happen, probably I will just have to kill myself since i have nothing to live off thank you very much, hope for your kindness

Our 5e group was at the end of a session set in the Underdark where we had to escape slavery and kill the evil Drow matriarch, and we went on a short quest to murder the guy who sold us and an entire ship full of enslaved folks out to her for money. Afterwards, we went around freeing all the remaining slaves, and the half-orc fighter (hermit background, reclusive) was trying to prompt a slave rebellion.

Fighter: I stand up and spread my arms to get everyone’s attention, and, I get stage fright so I look at Trejo.
DM: *laughter* Okay?
Warlock: Um, I… I don’t wanna—
Fighter: I put him on my shoulders.
DM: Okay, sure. You’re strong enough.
Warlock: I… I look at Sophia.
Rogue: What, why me?! Um, okay, I… um… “You are all strong, and can free yourselves from your shackles, I—what do I say??”
Warlock: I put her on my shoulders.
DM: *laughing* Okay??
Fighter: Is—is this performance, or persuasion now? Acrobatics—?
Warlock: Say something!
Rogue: Like what?? I have terrible Charisma!
Fighter: *jokingly* Okay, I’ll take over, I get on Sophia’s shoulders—wait, shit!
Table: *laughter*
DM: Jump glitch! Inception!!
Warlock: She looks at Hunter.
Rogue: I look at Hunter.
Battlemaster: Okay, I, I get on Sophia’s shoulders.
Table: *laughter*
Fighter: I’ll go ahead and make that strength check—19 plus 4, 23.
DM: You’re good—all the slaves are looking up at you like “What?? Is happening??” Like they just saw you kill their captor and they just have a ship now, they’re not sure what to do.
Battlemaster: I um—I give a little speech, “Alone we may not be strong, but together we can all be free again, and rid the world of suffering!” Or something. Yeah.
Fighter: We’re a person pillar, what is even happening.
DM: I don’t know anymore, but I’m loving it. I—the session was over when you killed the matriarch twenty minutes ago, guys, why are you even doing this? You’re free, you can just leave.
Fighter: *slamming fists on the table and chanting* Re-vo-lu-tion, re-vo-lu-tion—!

skam and the depiction of Islam : homophobia in islam

there’s a huge problem. a huge one.

in season three, when isak attacked sana on her faith, she reacted aggressively and had every right to do so. I would have done the same thing. she tried to show him how void his argument was.

by pointing out that by the standards of science, being gay was wrong.

sure, it was just a rhetorical device to get him to shut up and she apologized later on.

still, that entire scene felt really, really wrong to me. it didn’t feel like sana, the sana I knew and love. because sana would never, ever, embrace prejudices and hatred of those in pain just to shut up an ignorant white boy.

like… that’s the thing. it didn’t feel like she was playing pretend. it genuinely sounded like she was defending something she believed to be partially and at some level, true. or defendable. something she was ACCUSTOMED to hear. something she was okay with saying out loud.

I fucking hated that, seeing it. it made me upset for weeks, as a gay muslim.

and now, this.

I understand mikael taking his distance. I understand the guys doing the same. honestly, thats realistic.

what I don’t understand is why Julie and her team thought it’d be wise to picture them LAUGHING about even and what happened, in their channel. it makes no sense. they’re sweet, kind boys. it makes literally no sense.

and it gets worse because she felt the need to single out yousef, to depict him as the one not to laugh at even’s pain. as the one who feels compassionate and human enough to show some decency.

yousef. the one that renounced islam.

now, thats demonizing the faith. thats demonizing the boys as muslims. thats making a clear link between Islam and the hatred and oppression of gay people. it’s subtle, sure. but it’s definitely there.

and I’m not okay with that. at all.

yes, a lot of muslims do believe being gay is haram. they won’t talk to me. they say I’m a tool of the western world, sick, wrong and going to jahannam. but guess what ? just like a lot of non muslims, christians or otherwise.

homophobia is not dictated by the qu'raan. the tale of Lut was interpreted as a cautionary tale about what shall befall those who practice it. INTERPRETED. it’s not what it says.

a lot of muslims are gay, bi, trans. we exist. we’re not haram. we’re not a paradox. we have lives in our communities.

and for julie to take it upon herself to depict islam as inherently homophobic like that…. she has no right to do that. it’s not her story, not her community, not something she has had to live with. she’s coming at them from a place of power and it’s very, very wrong.

edit : this post is gaining way too many notes so I’m just gonna specify that I’m obviously talking about a western context of things, from the point of view of someone residing in the west. this is a show written by a white woman and it is very much about islam seen through the lens of europe. I am not attempting to defend the stance that islam in its general and global practice is devoid of homophobia because that’s simply false and that would be an insult to non straight muslims living outside the west and what many of them endure. I am very much aware of it and is not at all trying to erase them or to dismiss it for the sake of fighting the islamophobia I face here.

owlsarereallycute  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if I could have an ask of a Dalish Inquisitor sneaking off in the Abor wilds and when the companion finally find them hours later they're surrounded by a bunch of halla just laying around them while they sleep peacefully, something they haven't done in awhile (Romanced please)

The Dalish are my soulmates.

Solas: High Approval: He’s been hunting for hours, but his skills are rusty and it took him far longer than it should have to finally track the Inquisitor down. When he does find them, they’re asleep in a meadow filled with halla, looking more peaceful than he had ever seen them. He can’t bring himself to interrupt. He smiles at them, sets a few protective wards, and starts back to camp. Then he stops. He looks at the Inquisitor, how peaceful they are, and he sits against a nearby tree. A nap might be nice. Low Approval: He stumbles upon the Inquisitor’s hiding place by accident. He wasn’t actually looking for them, just looking for a place to be alone for a while. He rolls his eyes at them. They looks so Dalish and it’s almost sickening. Despite his distaste for the whole scene, he leaves them in peace. Just before he leaves, he sets a few wards. It wouldn’t do for the Inquisitor to die during a nap, after all. There’s more to do yet. If Romanced: He’s been frantically combing the forest surrounding the Temple and the camp for hours, unable to focus long enough to dredge up his ancient tracking skills for a forest like this. When he finally catches up to the Inquisitor, the sight nearly takes his breath away. He’s never seen them looking so peaceful. The halla have clearly accepted them as a friend, as kin, lethalen, and are grazing peacefully all around. He wonders if the skittish creatures would defend the Inquisitor if a threat neared, and as he watches he thinks that they might. He walks the perimeter of their meadow, setting wards and making certain it’s safe. Then he settles himself beside his vhenan, taking them into his arms, and falls asleep.

Josephine: One of the scouts found the Inquisitor, and she thought it would be a good idea for her to go get them personally. Yet when she finds them, she discovers that she can’t disrupt the scene. It’s so foreign to her, halla roaming nearby and the Inquisitor sleeping peacefully in the grass. They look like some lost barbarian royalty. Just a few more minutes. If Romanced: She smiles when she finds her lover, asleep in the grass. It’s not the first time she’s found them taking a nap outside and she knows it won’t be the last. After a short internal debate, she winds her way through the grazing halla, careful not to startle them, and lays down beside her lover.

Cullen: He’s been searching for the Inquisitor for hours, worried that they’d been taken or something. When he finds them napping instead, looking more at peace with the halla than he’d ever seen them, he’s annoyed. But only for a moment. He understands the need to find some peace. He leaves them alone, but sends a couple of soldiers to make sure that their peaceful nap stays that way. If Romanced: He was frantic with worry as he combed the forest, and he nearly fell to his knees with relief when he found the Inquisitor at last. They look so peaceful, more so than he’s ever seen. He knows that what happened at the Temple must have been hard, awful for them. They deserve some rest. Rather than leave them alone, however, he lays down next to them and smiles, just watching them until sleep takes him, his hand steady on his sword hilt.

Leliana: She found them first, before the others. She knew where to look. She stands at the edge of the meadow, hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She considers waking the Inquisitor, but she’s never seen them so at peace. The halla will alert them if there’s danger. She posts a couple scouts nearby and leaves without interfering.

Vivienne: She clucks her tongue at the scene before her. The Inquisitor may be Dalish, yes, but they need to maintain their image. What if someone saw? There’s twigs in their hair and dirt on their armor now. She’s about to march over and straighten them up but then she notices how peaceful they look. She can’t help but soften. They deserve a rest. She returns to camp, determined to send anyone looking for them in all the wrong directions.

Varric: Aww. This is the kind of thing that he wishes he could put in his books but that no one ever wants to read, the quiet moments after the battle, between one crisis and the next, when the hero just needs to be alone. If he were a poetry kind of guy, this scene would probably be pretty inspiring, the Dalish hero napping in the sun with some halla. He leaves them to it, but lets Nightingale know where they are.

Iron Bull: He tracked the Inquisitor to their hiding spot when he realized he hadn’t seen them for a few hours. When he sees where they’ve been, asleep on the ground with halla all around, he just grins and goes back to camp. No need to interrupt. If Romanced: He breathes a sigh of relief that his kadan is safe. After everything that happened at the Temple, he was worried. But there they are, asleep in the grass like a wild elf should be. He grins as he lays down next to them. He’ll keep them safe.

Dorian: He went for a wander for his own health, to be alone after everything they just learned, but he finds the Inquisitor instead of peace of mind. He watches the Inquisitor sleep for a few moments, looking very Dalish, and thinks about his homeland. Then he walks away. If Romanced: He smiles when he finds his amatus asleep in the grass. They both needed some time away, then? That’s fair. He settles himself on the ground beside his lover and watches him sleep, thinking about his homeland.

Sera: When she finds the Inquisitor, she nearly makes a very loud comment about elfy elves sleeping in the dirt with halla, but she stops when she sees their face. They look so peaceful that all her ire fades away. She knows how much they need some peace. She leaves them alone. If Romanced: There’s her honeytongue! Finally! She runs up to them, startling a few halla as she goes, but stops short when she sees how deeply asleep Inky is. After a few moments thinking about it, she lays down too. It’s not so bad, laying in the grass.

Cassandra: She’s been searching for hours! When she finally finds the Inquisitor, she almost launches into a speech about recklessness but stops short when she realizes they’re asleep. When she realizes just how deeply asleep they are and how much they must have needed it, she finds that she doesn’t have it in her to wake them. If Romanced: After hours of searching and worrying, she finds her lover asleep on the ground with halla all around, and she melts instantly. It’s such a romantic scene, the sun shining on their sleeping face and the breeze ruffling their hair. She looks around to make sure no one else is nearby, then lays down beside her lover. She can’t resist.

Cole: He knew exactly where they were and why they were there. “Haunted, hunted, too much, too much. We didn’t know. Need to be away, sort it out. I’ll help.” He turns away anyone who might wake them, redirecting them without anyone noticing.

Blackwall: He’d been walking, wandering around and thinking about the Wardens when he found the Inquisitor. He almost went over to them, he almost just walked away and hoped he wasn’t noticed. But then he saw that they were asleep and he stops. They look so peaceful, even after what just happened and all they learned. Maybe that was what he needed, too. Just let it go for a little while. He leaves feeling better than he has in weeks. If Romanced: “So careless. What would I do if you got hurt out here alone?” he murmurs, gently brushing the Inquisitor’s cheek with his fingers. He’d almost left and hoped he wasn’t seen, but they were asleep out in the woods alone. He needed to protect them. And they looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to leave. He lays down beside them, gathering them in his arms, and hopes their peace will rub off on him.

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As we continue to make our way through… the whole plate… why can’t I even remember what happened in the Transformers movies?