Do you ever look back on this conversation in S2E5 and think about how, at the time it first aired, most of us were just, like, Sousuke notices Rin’s body oh man he is so into that boy…

But on hindsight, it dawns on you that here, looking at Rin’s increasingly toned body, hearing him talk about an improved training regimen and never being complacent and pushing himself to work hard so he can compete at an international level -

Sousuke is not actually admiring Rin’s hot bod (well maybe he is, but that’s not the main purpose of this scene). Sousuke is thinking about himself. He is thinking about overtraining, and right here, there is probably a creeping dread inside of him that Rin, if he’s not careful, might end up the same way. Sousuke is constantly watchful of Rin and what he’s doing in the pool.

And Rin senses something too - look at his face at the end.

Rin actually realises something is up with Sousuke a lot earlier than the show makes explicit, I think.

Just, wow, this scene is really so much more than it seems on the surface.

Freshman year ✔️

Holy cow. If anyone had come up to me on my first day and told me what was going to happen this year, I probably would have laughed in their face. This school year has hands down been one of the best in my life. I have met some amazing friends who I can see myself being with well past college days. I have learned more about what it means to be a teacher and how important it is to build community. I have pulled {almost}all nighters and gotten through the day on two hours sleep. I have joined an unforgettable sisterhood that I can’t wait to help grow even more, and see how it grows me. I have helped raise money for philanthropies near and dear to my heart. But most importantly, I have grown in my confidence in Christ and in myself. At the beginning of this year, it was almost painful for me to reach out to some other girls because they were prettier, richer, smarter, ___er than me. They seemed so perfect and nice and funny, and that intimidated the heck out of me. But at some point, I started living out the mantra, “comparison is the thief of joy.” I began praying for confidence and started reaching out to them. And something great happened: God delivered, big time. I have stepped out of my “box” so much this year and I am so glad. I’m not scared to let my quirks and imperfections show in front of everyone, not just my circle of friends. And it’s all the sweeter knowing that my confidence comes from a source that will never fade.

If there are any rising college freshman still reading this, I have two pieces of advice: Get involved, and savor every moment of this journey. This has by far been the fastest school year ever, it goes by in the blink of an eye. Don’t miss out by not taking advantage of every second to live the college experience. Congratulations, Class of 2015, you did it!

Speak The Truth part 2

part 1 

Chapter Summary: After your cutting incident,  you blacked out. you woke up at the hospital with Teresa, Minho, Thomas, and Chuck and told you what happened for the past couple days you blacked out. 

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide and Cussing


You woke up with a tingling sensation from your left arm, you sat up only to find Chuck and Minho resting their heads on your bed frame, probably asleep. 

You dropped your gaze into your left arm which was bandaged.
You fondled with the bandage for a quick second thinking about opening it but the sound of the door knob twisting made you think so otherwise 

“(Y/N)! You’re awake” Teresa yelled out, making Minho and Chuck groan awake.
You missed them really, Chuck’s face brightened at the sight of you awake

“Chuck!” You opened your arms to envelope him into a warm embrace
“I missed you (Y/N)” 

“Hey! Did you forget about me already?” Minho pouted
You laughed and gave him a hug too. Followed by Thomas and then Teresa.

“I’m glad you’re awake, We were worried” Minho smiled

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Chuck asked, full seriousness in his face. He’s your little brother, of course you had to tell him. Just not now
“Hey, not know buddy, okay? She needs rest” Thomas said, rubbing his back which made him sigh but smiled again 

“Here, you haven’t eaten anything for days. Now don’t you dare say you aren’t hungry”  Teresa gave you a warm macaroni soup which she knows it’s your favorite 

You sighed, you weren’t in the best appetite in the moment but you still forced yourself to eat

“How long have I been here exactly?” You asked, not making eye contact because you feel the answer ain’t gonna be good 

The was silence at first, like they were still counting the days “2 weeks and 4 days” 

You dropped you spoon to the bowl, thankful it didn’t make a noise. “Oh” That’s all you managed to get out. 

Oh?” Teresa asked “Oh is all you have to say!?” 

You looked up to her and met with an imagine of her scrunching her brows together but you still stayed silent 
“Do you even know what happened while you were gone?” She said more calmly,
You looked around and saw that all of them had melancholy all over they’re faces, you looked to Thomas on hoping he would tell you what

“(Y/N), Newt almost died” 

“What!?” You tried processing everything he said Newt almost died, Newt almost died, Newt almost died. 

“Don’t worry, he’s not dead. We said almost” Minho placed his hands on your shoulder trying to calm you down

“What do you mean almost!?” You shrugged off his hands but he still held a tight face

“Newt jumped off the balcony after a few days he found you unconscious and covered with blood on the bathroom floor” Chuck said slowly 

“What!? Where is he!?” You moved out of bed hoping he’s around here somewhere

‘Fuck fuck fuck this is all you fault! Why did you have to be so stupid!’ 

“Woah, no. Stay here. He’s fine. He’s in the other room but you need to rest” Minho says very quickly as you forced yourself off the bed and outside your room, they tried stopping you but you still had a few strength left to pass them. 

You eventually made your way next door, with all of them behind you 
“Go back (Y/N) please, The nurse said you aren’t allowed to go. You need rest after all of that” 

“I had my 2 weeks and 4 days of rest already” 

You opened the door only to see Newt “sleeping” on bed, you made your way towards him, only to see all the cuts and bruises. 
You started crying, This was all your fault! You started shaking him forcefully 

“Newt! Wake up! Newt wake up please!”
Minho and Thomas rushed behind you only to pull you back but you were still struggling on shaking him awake, you kept screaming “Newt! Wake up! wake up!” 

Soon enough, The doctors and nurses came crashing in the room, pulling you away and back into your room. 

Everything was blurry, the ray of lights flashed into your sight and soon enough you ran out and passed out. Again


Newt’s POV

Fuck fuck fuck, she’s dead she’s dead and it’s all your fault! Why did you say all that nonsense bullshit to her!? she’s your everything! 

As soon as I broke the door down, I saw her laying in the bathroom floor, eyes closed, and arm covered with blood, shuck no! please tell me she didn't cut again

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! please, love. wake up. please please please please wake up. No! I’m so sorry I’m so shucking sorry (Y/N)” 
Through the blurry eyesight, I still managed to call an ambulance for my baby girl. 

When the doctors layed her down the room, the nurse asked me to go outside since I’m not allowed 
“What?! but I’m her boyfriend! please, I need to stay with her!” You screamed 
“I’m sorry but you have to stay outside” 

I fumed, stepping outside. I decided to call Thomas, Teresa, and Minho.
After each call, they all said they’ll be here in a short time.
I can’t call Chuck because I’m positive he doesn’t want to know his sister; the only family member he has left did this to herself because of me. 

“Hey, what the shuck happened!?” Minho yelled through the hall, with Teresa, Thomas, And of course, Chuck following behind him 

“(Y/N)! She’s unconscious because of me!” I cried and hid my face in my hands and dropped to the ground.

“What do you mean!? What happened?” Teresa asked 

“She cut herself, She cut herself and it’s all my shucking fault!” 


It’s been two shucking weeks and she still hasn’t woke up.
I visited her 24/7 even thought the nurse would drag me out since visiting hours were over, I would bring her soup, her favorite. I would change the flowers in her desk daily. and I would always leave a kiss on her forehead.

I can’t take it anymore, each second my heart loses a piece of it, like it’s glue dried.
I tangled my hand through my hair, like she always did and I always found it adorable of her 

I took a piece of paper and a pen out of the drawer

Dear (Y/N),

Shuck (Y/N) I’m so shucking sorry, love. Please please please forgive me.
I didn’t mean any of it. I swear on my grave I didn’t.

I know you still have a hint that I meant it because from all the things I know about your dad, you told me he would tell the truth about how he feels for your mom, or how he just used her when he was only drunk.

Yes, I was drunk but I didn’t mean anything I said. 
(Y/N) you are my world, you make feel alive.
Like everything is bright and colorful and I’m not just a plain black and white walking around the streets.

I want you, I want you so bad that it’s ridiculous.

I love you (Y/N)
I love you so so much I don’t know where I would be without you, probably still back at the Glade, dead even.

I don’t deserve you but I still need you.
Please (Y/N) please just wake up and hold me tight saying that everything is alright

I love you so much that it hurts seeing like this; lifeless in a hospital bed. 
We all know that by now I would’ve killed myself already.
But I didn’t I held strong for you, and only for you. 

I’ve been following my heart, but how could I follow all million pieces, 
And all of them led to you

I love you so much (Y/N) 

from your forever and always, 

I folded it, and placed it inside a plain white envelope that was stocked in the drawer,
I placed it inside the closet where I’m sure she’ll find it someday. 

I hesitate at first,
she might wake up anytime soon and you’re going to kill yourself. do you even think about what she’ll feel!?

A voice in my head told me but I still pushed it back,
I stood on the railing of the balcony, taking my last breath, the scent of the city filling my nostrils, I jumped.

 I felt the strong air push me as gravity pulled me downwards, everything was gone, I couldn’t open my eyes and my ears were ringing

I hope she finds that letter I wrote for her, together with the ring and the dying question I’ve always wanted to ask her


wow this was long

I’m actually very surprised you guys liked the part 1, I didn’t really expect people to like that but anyways 

Thank you guys for the support so far.

Put your hands up if this was touching/ you cried ✋✋✋  

I’ll be posting part 3 soon which is very exciting tbh.

See you soon loves

While Cedric shouldn’t have made a scene in front of all King Roland’s guests, I really don’t blame Cedric for storming off in a hump like that. In my opinion I think this is the only time Cedric has expressed himself in this sort of way in front of King Roland. I think this because if you see Roland’s face he looks kind of surprised to see Cedric do this and Cedric doesn’t normally express his true feelings in front of King Roland. What King Roland should have done instead of just sitting there was when Cedric left,  he should of told everyone “Excuse me but I have to attend to my royal sorcerer” and should have gone to Cedric to talk about what had just happened. That’s what I would have done if I was him. Also King Roland probably should have just told Sasha that the food spell was enough and that she didn’t need to entertain them with magic. That would have given Cedric at least a little bit of respect and dignity. Not hating on King Roland or anything just my thoughts.

Ran errands, stopped in Goodwill (I only said I wouldn’t go through the end of last month…)  They…they said some animal had chewed through an important wire/cable, and their register system was completely down, but they’d put whatever you want to buy into a bag with your name & number and call you when the registers were back up*.  Yeah, OK, sure–I figured I probably wouldn’t find anything, anyway.

Of course I found things.  Dolls.  Seven.

One Steffie-faced PJ head stuck awkwardly on a Superstar body

One Jewel Secrets Whitney

One (another!) Tropical Miko

One articulated My Scene Chelsea (one of these things is not like the other…)

One close-mouth Jem (not star cap this time, heh)

One Kimber







Now I wait for the phone call and think about what I’ve done.

*I suppose that’s one way to do it–when I worked at JoAnn Fabric in 1999-2000, we had the register system down for about half a day once** and I ran check-out with a pen, legal pad, calculator, and key to the cash drawer, taking cash and checks only.  Customers commented frequently that they wouldn’t’ve been able to do that themselves…

**When it didn’t boot up properly in the morning, I suggested to the manager that she just reboot the whole system.  She didn’t want to do anything ~wrong~ though, so she called the regional store service line.  We waited hours for an ~official~ guyyyyy to show up to fix it.  All he did was reboot the whole system. *sigh*


“Too invested in your own mind to see the road, Charles?” 

The voice came from behind him. Erik was standing there, simply watching his old friend in the wheelchair, after having used his power to pull him out of the way of traffic. Just in time too. If he had gotten there a second later, he wouldn’t have managed to save him. 

And that had scared him half to death. Even after – what, six months? – he still seemed to care about the telepath more than he probably should do. He hid the emotion from his face, his voice, though and went for a neutral expression. He half wondered if Charles would blame him this time for his absence. He half wondered if Charles even knew what had happened to him.

what each sign wishes would stop being assumed about them
  • aries:that they are always angry. they have their opinions and that is fine. there is no need to make them look mean or angry or rude because of it.
  • taurus:that they are always hungry or eating. you probably haven't thought about it, but there ARE taurus peeps out there with eating disorders and body image issues who don't need this stereotype being thrown around. think before you speak.
  • gemini:that are two-faced. gemini's can be great people and great friends.
  • cancer:that they cry a lot. everyone cries. get over it. crying doesn't make you weak, it makes you human.
  • leo:that they only care about themselves. being confident doesn't mean that you are selfish.
  • virgo:that they are nerds. your intelligence level isn't determined by astrology at all.
  • libra:that they're indecisive. making decisions is difficult sometimes and they just want their life to be balanced which isn't something to make fun of.
  • scorpio:that they are sex-addicts. this is another thing that isn't determined by your sun sign. also, there are asexual scorpios out there, so the stereotype is totally contradicted by that.
  • sagittarius:that they are reckless. anyone can be careless in their lifetime.
  • capricorn:that they are prude. capricorns aren't boring, they're practically the opposite when you get to know them!
  • aquarius:that they "don't have emotion." sure, they may not be the best at reading other people's feelings but that doesn't mean that they don't care about other people's feelings.
  • pisces:that they are emotional. many don't realize that pisceans are extremely creative, and not even that emotional. being emotional doesn't make you a bad person at all.

You know what I think is so amusing about the DaveKat in the upd8 is the way it was portrayed in one scene in particular.

This one.

So obviously the two were watching a movie and Dave passed out cause he can and accidentally slumped against Karkat. And of course Karkat just kind of looks at him unsure of what to do until: 

Dane fucking Cook.

We all know that Karkat is a romcom professional and is always using his knowledge of romcoms to back up his intellect about quadrants. It’s also safe to assume that Karkat has considered applying what he’s learned from his troll romcoms in his own life. So I can just imagine him looking at his husktop and seeing Dane Cook giving him this face in the picture above and interpreting it as a sign. 

Like Dane Cook’s giving him a sultry look as if saying “Hey Karkat. I see you have yourself a situation there. And you’re probably thinking ‘oh fuck what do I do?’. Well I’m here to tell you that you know what you have to do. It’s time for you to be that guy; you know the main guy in those troll romance movies you watch. You know those movies where the guys got that cute troll he never considered dating resting against him and he suddenly realizes that he’s totally into him or her. That’s this moment. This is your moment” And than Karkat’s just like:


And than we get this. I don’t know, this is just what I kind of imagine happened since it would probably happen in a cheesy romcom Karkat has watched. And it wouldn’t surprise me for Karkat to replicate it in real life given the moment he feels to be the right one. *Shrugs* Take with it what you will.

I thought I’d just share this headcanon...

…for the SPN finale that I came up with today. I don’t think I’d really want this to happen because it would be too much pain for me to endure (also there’s probably plot holes), but it surely would be kinda cool.

Let’s begin.

It was when I first read the synopsis for 10x23 that this theory started to come into my mind.

(The first thing about the “shocking decision” I reckon would be something to get us off the track, or a build-up to what I now will write)

It says ”Meanwhile, Crowley and Rowena face off and Castiel gets caught in the middle”. That sentence made me think back to the Cas-Colette parallel, because Colette got captured by the knights of hell, and therefore this could mean that Cas gets captured by Rowena and Crowley. With that, Crowley and Rowena would get a hold of the First Blade.

That led my thoughts on to this picture of Castiel from the finale that recently were released:

If you look at his eyes you can see that there is a clear similarity to the eyes of those people who Rowena cast the Attack Dog spell on. I’ve seen this theory multiple times here on tumblr, but since it contributes to my theory, I’m going to repeat it:

We know that Colette got possessed by Abaddon. If Cas really is under the Attack Dog spell on this picture — if Rowena casts it upon him — it only strengthens the Cas-Colette parallel. Rowena casting a spell on Cas would be a parallel to Abaddon possessing Colette.

Following from this event, I’ve seen theories about Dean killing Castiel while he’s under the spell. I’m holding on to that theory, but at the same time I don’t think that killing Cas would be the only killing to take place.

Let’s go back to 10x14 (The Executioner’s Song) when Cain tells Dean that he is going to live his life in reverse.

First, you’d kill Crowley, there’d be some strange mixed feelings on that one. You’d get it done, no remorse.

And then, you’d kill the angel, Castiel, now that one I suspect would hurt something awful .

And then would come the murder you’d never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much savage as it did me: your brother, Sam”

By telling from Cain’s statement we know that Dean has to kill Crowley first. But then comes the thought: why and when?

Rowena wants Crowley dead, we know that from the deal she made with Sam. We don’t know yet how the whole thing will go with the Book of the Damned, but let’s say Sam won’t kill Crowley for some reason.

Perhaps Rowena sees a new opportunity in Dean. We have figured that Rowena wants the Winchesters dead, but what if now when she’s more aware of the Mark of Cain and what effect it has on Dean, she comes up with another plan? (We’ll talk more about that plan of hers later)

Anyhow, Rowena makes Dean kill Crowley. She knows how hard it is for Dean to control himself when he has the First Blade, so she gives it to him. 

On the other hand, I don’t think Dean would kill Crowley just because he has the First Blade, there must be something more to it, which I’m not completely sure of. At least we know that Rowena is capable of many things, and I don’t think she’d have an issue setting this up. Perhaps she creates a scene which makes Dean think that it is Crowley that puts Cas in danger after they’d captured him.

When Crowley’s dead, we all know what comes next. The thing that would hurt something awful.

Dean would never kill Cas in his real state of mind, that’s for sure. He wouldn’t kill Cas even when Rowena casts the Attack Dog spell on him, he would just surrender and let Cas kill him. Because if he were to kill his beloved angel that has sacrificed so much and has done everything for him, Dean would never forgive himself. Killing Cas would never even come into Dean’s mind.

So how will it happen?

We know that the Mark of Cain is affecting Dean more and more for each day, Cas said so himself in 10x20 that Dean is getting worse. So after Dean kills Crowley, the mark affects him more than ever, sending those killing vibes through him. It hasn’t taken over him yet, but he has a hard time controlling himself. And with the First Blade in his hand, his self-control is barely existent.

Dean stands there with the mark burning on his arm and the First Blade tightly clutched in his hand, and Rowena casts the spell on Cas.

Cas would never kill Dean either, even Rowena knows that, I’m sure. But none of that matters when he’s put under the spell, because then he isn’t himself anymore.

Cas attacks Dean with his only intention to kill him. As I mentioned before, Dean would never kill Cas in his real state of mind. But in this situation he would at least try to get away. Now, when strongly affected by the mark and the First Blade, he fights back. He does not intend to kill Cas, but he fights back because he reasons that in some way it will get him free. Cas is violent when under the spell, and he’s difficult to tackle.

The fight intensifies and the Mark of Cain is burning on Dean’s arm.
He doesn’t know how it happens, but at least, Dean stabs the First Blade into Castiel’s body while staring into his bloodshot eyes, no trace of blue left in them.

I’m sure that by now, when holding Cas’s limp body in his arms while he falls to the ground, that Dean would realize what he had done. He would come back to himself for a moment and be devastated, shaking Cas’s motionless body in desperation, his voice cracking while calling Cas’s name. Dean would desperately try to wake him up and he’d yell at Rowena, but there would be no point. The angel would be gone.

And now, we know that when Cas is dead, there’s only one left.

Now it gets a little more interesting. Dean would definitely not kill Sam for no reason, so what could make him? What could Rowena do to make Dean kill his dear little brother?

A thought that popped into my head was the Book of the Damned. We know that it can create and undo any damnation in existence and we know it can create bad things to happen if you use it.

My theory is that somehow, all due to the book, Lucifer is set free from the cage.

There is two alternatives of how that could happen, either

1. Rowena has all of this in mind, and while she’s ”helping” Sam translating the book to figure out a cure for the MoC, she finds out a way to open the cage.


2. It is a consequence from the book being used.

However, Lucifer comes back to earth and we all know what his mission would most likely be. I doubt that he would have changed his mind about creating an apocalypse, and I also doubt that the fact that Sam is his true vessel has changed.

The problem I came to think of just now is, how will Lucifer get permission to possess Sam?

Actually, I don’t really know, and I guess this will be a plothole for my theory. Perhaps it could have something to do with the MoC, that Rowena makes Sam think that the only choice he has is to give in to Lucifer: that it is the only way to cure Dean. I mean, if there is one thing we’ve learned from Supernatural it is that Sam and Dean would do anything for each other, no matter how reckless it is.

However, Lucifer possesses Sam, and guys, do you remember this?

(Hasn’t it been five years now?)

Sam/Lucifer shows up at last with Dean and Rowena, and Rowena’s plan that I wrote about earlier is going perfectly. Dean and Lucifer speak to each other, and Lucifer reminds Dean once again that just as he said before, no matter what Dean does, they will always end up here.

And now, since Sam is a parallel for Abel, Cain’s brother, I realized something really interesting. Remember when Dean and Cain first met?

Cain told him ”Abel wasn’t talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn’t bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered a deal — Abel’s soul in Heaven for my soul in Hell. Lucifer accepted… as long as I was the one who sent Abel to Heaven. So, I killed him. Became a soldier of hell — a knight.”

What if this is exactly what happens?

Dean realizes that there is no point anymore. He’s never going to get rid of the mark. Cas, his very own Colette (the love of his life) is dead, murdered by the monster he’s becoming, and Sam is trapped with Lucifer.

He realizes there is no way of freeing Sam from Lucifer, the mark is affecting him too much and there is no way he could figure out a way all alone by now under his circumstances. He doesn’t want Sam to end up in Hell for the rest of eternity, but he knows that Lucifer would at least want one soul to go to Hell. Since Dean knows himself that his life is already damned with the mark on his arm, he does exactly what Cain did.

He offers the deal to Lucifer, and Lucifer accepts once again.

So Dean kills his dear little brother and sends his soul to Heaven, and afterwards Lucifer possesses his dead body again, reuniting with his ultimate vessel.

With this, Dean has given in to the mark, and just as he himself and everyone else that cared for him had feared, his eyes turns black.

Rowena is delighted, for now she can take over the throne of Hell, and she has the knight Dean Winchester by her side. The new Father of Murder.

The Truth about the Signs
  • Aries:The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
  • Taurus:You will never find true happiness. What you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
  • Gemini:Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest.
  • Cancer:The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud. Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
  • Leo:Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face. Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
  • Virgo:All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent, except for you. Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick.
  • Libra:A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you. Laughter is the very best medicine; remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
  • Scorpio:Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak.
  • Sagittarius:All your friends are laughing behind your back. (K̀i͘lĺ ̶t͜h̶e͞m.) Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
  • Capricorn:The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again.
  • Aquarius:There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day.
  • Pisces:Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the ebola virus. You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.

Guys, definitely don’t think about Minho finally finding out about Newt

  • Don’t think about how Minho will keeping catching Thomas staring off into space and wonder endlessly about what’s wrong with him
  • Don’t think about Minho hearing Thomas crying in his sleep and avoiding asking what’s wrong until Thomas starts crying while awake, too
  • Don’t think about Thomas stammering over his words and trying to think of a half-ass excuse so that he wouldn’t have to tell
  • Don’t think of Thomas finally breaking down and telling him, crying harder than ever before
  • Don’t think about the look on Minho’s face when Thomas tells him, how much Minho wants to kill him, too. How much he much he wants to avenge Newt, make things better
  • Don’t think about Minho coming to conclusion that it wouldn’t help anything, that Newt would probably have died anyway. That Minho had sort of assumed that he had anyway.
  • Don’t think about Minho hugging Thomas instead of punching him
  • Don’t think about Minho telling Thomas that he did the right thing, trying to reassure him, even though his heart is screaming at him to get as far away from Thomas as possible
  • Don’t think about Minho loosing trust in Thomas the way Thomas lost trust in Teresa
  • Whatever you do, DO NOT think about Minho finally finding out about Newt

Whether you’re a child of the ‘80s, a fan of the Terminator films, or just really bad at Missile Command, you’ve probably seen some pretty grisly images of nuclear holocaust. We assume that the people who defend against that looming apocalypse are all grim-faced, serious experts with decades of training. We spoke to one such defender – a former soldier responsible for guarding a nuclear missile site in West Germany during one of the Cold War’s most uncomfortably warm chunks – and here’s what he told us about how hilariously wrong all that “grim-faced expert” stuff was.

5 Things You Won’t (Want to) Believe I Saw Guarding US Nukes

No but for real, you have no idea what “trash baby” is until you start watching Penny Dreadful. It’s like on the right we have this cool devil possessed chick. On the left there’s this sweet angelic baby… what do you mean he’s a necrophiliac junkie who revives corpses in his spare time??? Then there’s this lethally gorgeous guy who apparently sold his soul to devil. We also have fucker who cares more about having a mountain named after him than about his family (well, once they’re dead he cares). And let’s not forget about  the dude who never speaks, but has ritual scars on his face and had probably done some scary shit in the past. Oh, and my personal fave is the one that is kind and sweet and protective, but then turns into a werewolf and starts killing people by dozens :)

late nights w/ michael. you lay next to him, facing each other. his hand gently pets your hair and your arm wraps around his waist and you both are probably naked. and you’d talk about something stupid like he’d ask you how you see your future and you’d tell him that you don’t see yourself without him and he’d stop talking for a few moments before telling you that he’s so happy to have you in his life and he’d slowly trace his fingertips along your eyelids, nose, lips, jawline and it’d be so romantic damn it and you’d whisper “kiss me” and he’d pull himself closer to you and kiss you and god he’d get those butterflies in his stomach cause he loves you so much and he’s genuinely happy to be able to make you smile and he’d do anything to make you as happy as you make him and it’d be wrong if i didn’t say that the feeling is mutual

anonymous asked:

Hey would you mind recommending any activist and bloggers for poc that are not actively offensive to people not of colour because honestly I am so willing to learn about the social injustices faced in this world. I really have enjoyed learning from you and I will take a lot of what you have taught me with me for the rest of my life but I don't think I can keep following you. I know you will probably disregard this with 'white people tears' or something but I really hope you don't xxx thanks

Dear white people,

Racism is brutal, lethal in fact. So a conversation about racism is going to be just as painful. This whole world is catered so white people are utmost comfortable, it’s catered so you’re exempted from the brutality of racism, it’s catered for you. Exposing racism comes at such a shock to you and you get offended because suddenly you realise what your comfort is at the expense of. You realise that you’re exempted from harsh realities because of you’re white. Worse still your privileges have come at the cost of millions of black lives and billions of non-black people of color lives, around the world. Talking about racism is supposed to make you ashamed, it’s supposed to make you upset, its supposed to get you angry and it’s supposed to what you the fuck up.

No black person who’s damn passionate about eradicating white supremacy and this racist power structure is going to put it to you nicely. They are not going to sugarcoat it and they sure as hell ain’t going to make you comfortable. If they did, they would be doing black people a disfavour, they would be making white people believe that racism isn’t as bad as it is, it’s not as brutal as it is, it’s not as lethal at is.

Quite frankly, the more weary a black person is of white feelings, the longer their willing to wait for equality. Plain and simple. I don’t got the fucking time to wait, I don’t want my children growing up in the same world where they have the potential to be a hashtag because they wore a fucking hoodie, played with a children’s toy or tried to fucking sleep. Fuck that. So if I come off as brutal, mean, angry, hateful, it’s because I don’t have the patience to be sympathetic towards white feelings. Especially not while my people go through a genocide. Fuck that and fuck your white feelings.