who else should i make one for

TW Episode 1.10 “This Date Became Really Creepy Fast”

Melissa suddenly buying a clue that perhaps she should have gotten to know who the man was before getting into a car with him.

Peter upped the creepy factor here. Even I stared, “Peter, No baby. Who taught you how to flirt with women?”

Cannot do this without showing Peter’s crazy Alpha Face.

Stiles, I’m going to crash your car so you don’t make out with anyone else and have werewolf babies, Stilinski.

Nice One.

Scott finally impresses Peter, but it doesn’t end up in Scott’s favor and he has to go rescue Jackson. Still don’t understand why Derek was okay with killing Jackson but idk. That whole scene confused me and that’s another story. 

Poor Melissa doesn’t get her date.

I  love how Stiles flails in this scene trying to get Melissa away from Peter. But then, he can’t help but stare.

Melissa: Damnit. He was cute too. A little creepy, but cute.  (Wait until Season Six)

Stiles: Yes he is.

Melissa: What? 

Stiles: Did I say that Out Loud?  Oops.

Peter: I heard you Stiles, but we’ll discuss that later.  I have things to do and  people to kill. Hold that thought.

Stiles: “…”

I keep seeing people say Ino was “petty” in the latest episode for trying to make the food pill accustomed to Sakura’s taste and then freaking out when Sakura said Chouji should judge, but in the end they both did that and it was to show how Sakura and Ino are so similar as they had the same plan, AND anyway in the novel the rolls were reversed and Ino was the one who suggested someone else judge and Sakura freaked out because she was planning to make it for Ino’s taste.

My Mum and I get invited to lunch or dinner once a week by a good friend of ours. Mostly on weekend, he lets me decide if I want to eat Italian, Asian or something else, and then we go there.

My absolute favorite is a little Italian restaurant in our town. Not only because the food there is so tasty it should be illegal, but also because there is that one elderly waiter – Italian himself- who always makes my day.

The first time we went to that restaurant, we were not served by that guy, though, but by a younger, unlikeable young waiter. He didn’t greet us, brought the wrong drinks and didn’t once smile or anything.

The whole time, I felt quite uncomfortable around him, but I got a glimpse of that elderly waiter in the background, watching with a frown. He caught my interest because he looked just as uncomfortable by the younger’s display as I did.

And then, the young one made one last misstep – he turned towards my Mum and said, “What does the boy want to eat?”

There was a long pause where we all exchanged confused gazes, before I said, slowly but clearly, “I’m a girl, sir.”

(I wasn’t angry, mind you. It happens quite a lot to me – I close to never wear tight clothes, my hair is cut short and I never wear makeup. I see where it’s coming from, really.)

But what came then made me grit my teeth, because instead of being baffled or even embarrassed, the guy looked at me and said, “You’re kidding me, right?”

Before I could say anything – or calm my mum, because she gasped loudly in outrage – the elder waiter swooped in, bristling as he basically tore into the younger one. I couldn’t understand what he said, because he talked Italian the whole time, but my Mum later said that he had been outraged that “A beautiful young Signorina” just as me had been insulted like that.

All in all, it didn’t take very long until the young waiter vanished back in the kitchen and the elder waiter turned towards me, basically bowed to me and apologized over and over again. “I’m so sorry, Signorina, that you had to hear that! Please accept my sincere apology…!”

“No, please,” I managed, not knowing if I should be embarrassed or amused by the sight of him being so dramatic. “This happens a lot to me, please, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ah, Signorina, such a gentle soul you are!”

At that point, I laughed out loud because he beamed at me with such a delight, it was just funny how passionate he was about all that.

Since then, the dear waiter always insisted on being the one who catered to us whenever we come to this restaurant. I didn’t complain at all, and also my mum and our friend were quite amused by that. The elderly man would take my jacket off, pull my chair back for me and give me a kiss on the hand once we left again, insisting that I had to be treated like “the gentle and nice Singorina” I am.

Honestly, such behavior is strange to me, since I didn’t really grow up with gentlemen, but I let him have his fun, since he always pouted when I wouldn’t let him tend to me. It was his way of showing me his respect, and if that was what he wanted, I would let him.

Today, we went there for lunch, but I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I was still deep in thought about school and that dumb group project, and the only reason I did leave the house at all was because my Mum basically pleaded me to do so.

So I was kind of staring into the air instead of making conversation, and didn’t even realize that I had taken off my jacket alone before the waiter could help me.

Once my mum left to go to the toilet and our friend went back to his car because he had forgotten his wallet there, I was startled by the waiter appearing next to me, putting down a little plate with chocolates on the table next to me.

I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me, but we didn’t order that.”

“Ah, but Signorina,” he winked at me, smiled crookedly. “That’s a little present on the house.”

I managed a little smile, thanking him.

He hummed, refilling my glass and explaining. “I missed your smile today, Signorina.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit… lost in thought, I guess.”

“We can’t have that, no, no.”

I shot him a glance, guessing that he was already planning something again, but he just took my order with a wide smile and disappeared in the kitchen again.

Let’s just say that he exceeded himself that day.

The pizza I ordered was not round as usual – somehow, he had managed to convince the chef to make it heart-shaped this time. In between bits of conversation, he would appear at our table, refill the little plate with chocolates again and again, shooting me a grin every time. And when I followed my Mum out of the restaurant, he waited already at the door, surprising me with a bowl full of chocolate mousse – “on the house”, he explained with a wink.

Etiquette or whatever be damned – I straight out hugged him then and there. And based on his delighted laughter and him cheering “There is your smile, Signorina!” I don’t think he really minded.

Honestly, bless this angel of a person, please. Bless him and all his descendants.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to ask advice.I'm learning fine art at a university, and try to do my best, but every day I feel like the fandom groups/facebook etc. slowly but surely kill my passion for 3 years. Ignorance, humiliation, disregard. I'm at my wit's end. I dont know what should I do, I want to keep drawing, but I feel like its pointless, and no matter how hard I try my artwork is useless. I feel like I'm making a mistake by believing, I can work as an artist, and I should search for something else.

This message kind of makes me very sad. 

There’s one thing I can advice. Quit the groups and fandom circles that make you burn out so much. There is no way every single fan in a fandom you love is ignorant, or humiliating, or disregarding. Find YOUR people who will support you and re-charge your passion. 

I feel like it’s in a way how I feel about tumblr recently. I see so many posts on my dashboard that either make me super bitter or annoyed…I kind of feel like a sea of salt after I spent too much on tumblr, but whenever I’m out of it I’m back to the ray of sunshine. I guess there are blogs and posts I feel no longer connected to. And it’s normal.

SO. Try finding someone you connect to. Having a one loyal friend in a fandom you can always talk to is much better than seeing the art (even if it’s great art) from a person you don’t understand. 

There is absolutely no way that your artwork is USELESS. I generally feel that the main point of art should be bringing YOU joy. If you draw there should be something you love about it. I guess it shouldn’t really rely on recognition only. 

Also, I might sound like Katara, but hey, faith pays off. If you truly believe in something it’s going to get you there eventually. 

About the Mila crush thing...

What saddens me about this fandom is that people don’t even want to consider the idea of Yurio and Otabek being just friends. A solid friendship based on mutual trust and understanding is just as important as a romantic relationship. If Kubo and Director Yamamoto will make them canon in the future, I support it even though I don’t really ship them. Scrolling through the yoi tag makes me realize how underrated friendship is. Romantic relationships can come and go as we mature but true friendships last forever. Also, there’s nothing wrong with straight couples being shown in YOI, I’ve seen posts about straights being called out for being heteronormative, and that they should go watch something else. Please don’t be so rude. The same people who would like the idea of Mila and Otabek being a couple most probably adore Victuuri. No one is trying to force their heteronormative beliefs on anyone. Stop being so negative. Let’s respect the creators of YOI. Also, Mila seems to know a lot of things about Yurio. If Yurio really thinks more of Otabek than just a friend, rest assured she won’t get in between them. She’s a sweet character not some backstabbing bitch.

The Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than You

Speaking out about your experience of disability can be an uncomfortable thing. I often find myself beset with the question, ‘am I disabled enough to advocate as a disabled person?’ ‘Am I qualified to speak here?’ ‘Maybe I’m a fraud. I was diagnosed so long ago, maybe I’m making excuses and not trying hard enough?’ And, the ever-annoying, ‘What about the Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than Me?’

Just as disabled people face pressure to attain an abled ideal, we’re also often haunted by the Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than You. You’re not that disabled, stop whining, just think about someone else who has all your difficulties plus this other one that you don’t have! Shut up about your amputation, what about the quadriplegics of the world! You should be grateful. It could be worse. Don’t ask for accommodations, that’s for REAL disabled people who are So Much More Disabled Than You. Don’t look into the disability benefit, that’s for Properly Disabled People Who Are So Much More Disabled Than You. Don’t park in the disability space, that’s for REAL PROPER disabled people! Yes I know you can’t walk further than 5 metres but YOU JUST NEED TO TRY HARDER.

These messages come from the outside, then, all too often, become our inner talk. We’re indoctrinated with an ‘ability hierarchy’. There are the abled people above you, people similar to you, and below you are the People More Disabled Than You. You figure you’re supposed to spend your life trying to become like the abled people above you, and in this eternal quest you’re supposed to think about how much easier you have it than the People More Disabled Than You and then feel guilty about every struggle you ever have. 

The problem is, this ability hierarchy has no basis in the lived realities of disabled people. It’s used against us in ways that harm us. Because we are all wedged in the awkward middle, where we don’t sail through the world like the normal folks but we’re made to  feel like any assistance, empathy or compassion should be reserved for the Real Disabled People Who Are So Much More Disabled. 

The ability hierarchy makes us feel ashamed to ask for services and accommodations that we need and qualify for. It alienates us from each other. And, like so many other disability myths, it frames disability as an inherent negative. You’re expected to feel grateful you’re not More Disabled. And since you’re not More Disabled, surely Normality is within reach? Maybe you’re not trying hard enough. Just THINK of the MYTHICAL DISABLED PERSON who’s SO MUCH MORE DISABLED THAN YOU!!! You should feel LUCKY!!!! 

The Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than You actually doesn’t exist. There’s always going to be someone facing more challenges. Or different challenges. There is always the possibility of another difficulty cropping up. For every disabled person on the planet, there is that Mythical Disabled Person So Much More Disabled Than Them. It’s really just a myth used to dismiss the needs of disabled people. What right do you have to speak up about your needs, in light of this Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than You? What right have you to argue that disability should be more accepted? What authority do you have? You’re not the Mythical Disabled Person Who’s So Much More Disabled Than You, so you’re just speaking from a place of whining. 

There is no real ‘ability hierarchy’-disability is diverse and complex. You might be able to get up on stage in front of thousands of people to tell jokes but have a panic attack over a cinnamon cookie (hi, that would be me). Your difficulties might not be easily condensed and summed up. There may be days when you’re completely ‘normal’ and days you’re completely not. None of this invalidates your struggles. Instead of thinking in terms of ‘more disabled’ or ‘less disabled’, try to think in terms of meeting people’s needs, taking them seriously, and banishing the stigma of disability. No disabled person is ever going to win this game-it’s time we all stopped playing.

I read once, passingly, about a man named Shakespeare. I only read about him passingly, but I remember one thing he wrote that kind of moved me. He put it in the mouth of Hamlet, I think, it was, who said, ‘To be or not to be.’ He was in doubt about something—whether it was nobler in the mind of man to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune—moderation—or to take up arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. And I go for that. If you take up arms, you’ll end it, but if you sit around and wait for the one who’s in power to make up his mind that he should end it, you’ll be waiting a long time. And in my opinion, the young generation of whites, blacks, browns, whatever else there is, you’re living at a time of extremism, a time of revolution, a time when there’s got to be a change. People in power have misused it, and now there has to be a change and a better world has to be built, and the only way it’s going to be built—is with extreme methods. And I, for one, will join in with anyone—I don’t care what color you are—as long as you want to change this miserable condition that exists on this earth.
—  Malcolm X

Things I want to see during RTExtraLife2016

- Edward Forty Hands. Michael or anyone else honestly. How has this not been done before? 
- Micahel and Gavin eating that chip thing. Michael eating more than one of that chip thing. 
- Ryan being a fucking creep
- 2spoopy 
- Ray and Tina
- people kissing i don’t care who just make it happen
- puke, I want puking
- who will get their head shaved this year???
- will drunk Gus make an appearance again, probably not but we can hope
- drunk Barb, as always
- Gavin playing a horror game, we should make this a stretch goal!!!
- happy Jack :)))
- Lindsey bevved and encouraging mavin lmao
- crazy shit basically


“ … I am the one who thinks about you every night, every day. I am the one who wants to shag the living day lights out of my best friend. I did not know how else to make you realise how amazing you are, how amazing you are to me. It seems silly that I have to say it when you should already know. Albus, for Merlin’s sake, I am in love with you… ” 

          The Books That Make Us Smile  
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a number of reasons why you should watch Black Sails

- now is the perfect time to binge-watch seasons 1-3 because 4 (which is the last one) will be out soon

- listen who DOESN’T want to know the backstory of Long John Silver?

- PiRATEs?!?

- lesbians? yes. dead lesbians? nope.



- BAMF characters. all of them.

- everything serves the plot??? even the sex scenes??? i mean where else would you find that??

- you REALLY want to find out who Thomas Hamilton is. believe me.

- “well, we could make this a straight blood fest” “how about we don’t?” “yeah sure Jim good plan”

- assorted relatable quotes: 1. “that was dark” 2. “There’s no we, we stopped being a thing of any relevance about an hour ago.” 3. “no shit” 4. “fuck”, in all its various forms´

- “My truest love, know no shame” *sobs*

feel free to add


pairing: Bjorn x Reader

fandom: vikings

prompt: arguing but secretly being kind of turned on by it 

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

“I will not marry this animal!” The chair falls back hitting the ground as you stand up, glaring at your father and everyone else around, especially your soon to be husband. 

You didn’t understand why he even tried to make a deal with them, they’d never keep their word and just continue to raid your lands and slaughter your people. Worst of all, now you should be married off to one of them like some sort of peace offer. At that moment you weren’t sure anymore who disgusted you more, these north men or your own father.

You storm to the door, knocking a guard aside who tried to stop you on your way and leave the throne room. 

“I think I’ll like her.” Bjorn raises his drink with a small smile while his eyes linger a moment on the swinging door you just left through.

You scream at the door when you hear the knock from the other side of the room, “Go away father, I’m not talking to you!" 

"Will you talk to me then?” Bjorn enters, unfazed by your glaring look and the way your face changes into a grimace when you see him. 

“What do you want?" 

"Can’t I have a private talk with my betrothed?” He smirks and you consider throwing the next best thing at him. 

“I won’t marry you." 

"You seem awfully opposed to the idea. Why don’t you give me chance to change your mind?" 

"There’s nothing you could say that would convince me that you’re not an…" 

"Animal?” He interrupts you, while leaning against the wall, his eyes not leaving you for a second.  

A blush slowly creeps on your face when you realize he understood your language. At least good enough that he was able to follow the conversation you had earlier. 

You take a deep breath and steady yourself before you step closer to him, “I think you should leave now." 

"What? Not interested to have a talk with your dear husband?" 

"You’re not my husband!” You grab him by the arm and shove him towards the door, “Don’t come back!” You yell after the door falls shut behind him. 

What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did everyone bend together today just to make your day a horrible disaster? Because it sure felt like it.

Your new Viking ‘friends’ didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon. Even worse, your father was not backing down about the idea of you marrying Bjorn. 

Wherever you went around the castle, he was there as well, staring at you with an unreadable face. Slowly, without really realizing it, you felt yourself drawn to him. At first it was more to break through his expression that made him look like he was annoyed or mad all the time. But the more you watched him as well, you noticed that he was indeed handsome. In a rugged more primal way anyway.

“Bjorn?” You had decided to go and visit him. Take an end to that damn attraction you felt. You were sure it would fade after you talked to him again and saw him up close. Surely this was just some kind of misplaced affection that came out of nowhere. 

You almost dart out again, seeing Bjorn sitting in a bathtub when you enter. 


Reluctantly, you stop and turn back around to face him. The water was running down his naked chest, glistening in the dim light that some candles provided. The sight didn’t help your little crush to vanish one bit, in fact it had quite the opposite effect.

“Do you want to join me?” He smiles, looking expectantly at you. 

“N-no! Are you out of your mind?” You tried your best but the stuttering was still audible in your voice. 

“Come here.” He waves you over and you take a seat next to him on a small chair. 

He sits up in the tub a bit further and leans over the edge, closer to you. One of his hands grabs your waist the other moves gently along your collarbone and neck. Your first instinct is to pull away but his touches are so light and not demanding at all that you keep still and just stare at him.
He reaches up, his mouth connecting to the places where his fingers just touched. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?" 

"Y-yes.” You jerk upwards, suddenly realizing what you were doing and quickly hurry to the door, vanishing in the dark corridors as fast as possible. 

“She keeps doing that…” Bjorn says with a small sigh but smiles to himself afterwards.

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Jess and Rory are meant to be together. Dean is safe and reliable, someone Lorelei feels comfortable with, someone who isn’t going to challenge Rory or make her do anything she’s uncomfortable with. Logan is spoiled and controlling, someone Emily feels comfortable with, someone who certainly challenges Rory, but pushes her to become something she’s not. Jess, on the other hand, appears periodically throughout the series to remind Rory to question her situation, but never to force her hand. Out of all of the boys, Jess is the only one who stands as an equal with Rory. And honestly, this new revival would not be possible without support from the fans of the original series, so I don’t care what Amy Sherman-Palladino thinks should happen, everyone else KNOWS Jess and Rory are end game. I don’t care if it’s fan service, make it happen, woman!


Go read my fic

Because as a personal rule I have to shamelessly self promote myself a minimum of one hundred times per week or else I might spontaneously combust, miraculous fans who follow me (of which you make up the vast majority of my following anyway. like, I’m talking approx. 90% of my following) who enjoy mediocre fic with lots of love square action and also a shit ton of drama, angst, and plot should go read it. It has pictures. And plot twists. Go check it out. It’s currently at 14 chapters and it’s nearly finished.

Décide Toi

Ever heard of the butterfly effect? All it takes is one flap of the wings to make a storm. You never quite know why, but the choices you make can change your fate, all you have to do is make up your mind.

CRAIG: Christ, that was fast.
CRAIG: It was Stan and Kyle’s. Like, who else.
CRAIG: Thanksgiving break was a few weeks ago and I ran into them outside my mom’s place.
CRAIG: We had a weirdly long conversation. Stan brought up their dumb blog, because he does that.
CRAIG: And Kyle said I should make one for myself. Cause I guess everyone liked me better than them.
CRAIG: I think that’s a lie but whatever.

I want screaming, vengeance hux who is in so much pain after kylo betrays the order. Like, he changes everything in the First Order and every time he hears anything that resembles Kylo and his redeemed state, Hux gets that much more bitter. He’s not in that melancholy memories sad. The only thing he mourned was his weakness. He’s fueled by anger so much he could probably one man build another Starkiller, and he will but bigger and better.
Also, when he sees Kylo for the first time. he spits and directs any insult towards Kylo. No matter how much Kylo begs, Hux stays solid in his position. Hux dreams to watch Kylo downfallen in the middle of a fire that Hux created. In the middle of a battle that Kylo lost and Hux stands supreme.
I live for bitter, petty, spiteful Hux. One who would rather stab himself than let the Resistance win. He bathes himself in the sadness of the Resistance and feels content when seeing Kylo’s face broken because he knows it’s his fault for Hux’s destruction.

I was always an odd child, and got bullied because of it.

At one point, i was given the advice to “just be yourself and be who you want, despite everyone else”

Which should have been a nice way to say ignore what others think of you.

I heard it as “to SPITE everyone else” which honestly lead me to being agressively weirder the more a person judged me for it just to piss them off

Which honestly i think is the better advice tbh

Go out and spite the people who hate you by doing the thing that makes them hate you louder and with more energy and enthusiasm than ever before JUST to piss them off.

one thing i hate about the otayuri discourse is that it acts like everyone should make sure everyone else is comfortable with everything

i’m not writing fic to please you! i’m not drawing art to please you! if it’s not your thing, blacklist it, if you have negative experiences with it, blacklist it, if people you follow are reblogging it without tags, ask them to tag it and blacklist it

there’s plenty of us who don’t have negative experiences with it, who’ve been in relationships like that which went great, even those who can see a disconnection between fiction and reality

if you had a relationship with someone who was barely an adult when you were 15 and it went horrible, i’m sorry, that shouldn’t have happened, but in turn you don’t see people shouting off the rooftops because they act like yuri and his parents had a horrible relationship (which can also be traumatizing) and that you’re glorifying child abuse, in turn you don’t see people hounding down anti otayuri’s because they throw around the term ‘child grooming’ like it’s free candy when child grooming is a heck of a lot more vile than a 15 year old and an 18 year old entering a relationship

my fandom experience doesn’t revolve around you

i’m not producing content specifically for you

i’m not required to base my enjoyments around you



icons for u n the #DANKMEMESQUAD feel free to use, i signed each icon w fancy text so u kno this is a designer juskla meme, no knock off memes here on my blog. -juskla

(no need to credit me if u use it, but if u want u can lol, i’d love to see these floating around as u guy’s icons XD)

VOTE: who else from voltron should i make a dankmemesquad icon for? i was thinking of doing another set of icons, so, reblog w who u wanna see next!!!

I should be one of the people who makes fashion commentary for E! or People or anyone else doing a live stream.

But I’m not a professional kiss-ass, so I guess I’m not the right type. Seriously I hate watching the live streams because the people they hire are so EAGERLY NICE. 


Happy Hunk/Lance things if you need happy things right now:

-Hunk always manages to wake up five minutes earlier than the alarm so he can turn it off and wake Lance up himself with kisses because he knows how annoying Lance finds the alarm

-Lance learns how to cook Hunk’s favorite meals just because he doesn’t want Hunk to be the only one cooking for them.

-Lance is the nerd who celebrates all the little anniversaries, like a week, a month, three months. He gets Hunk little things or makes sure they get to spend an extra few hours alone together because he’s so happy they’re together and he gets to date his best friend.

-Hunk packed Lance snacks back at the Garrison when he knew he was going to be in classes all day. Lance now finds snacks in his lion when they go on long missions and he knows Hunk put them there.

-When home, they go out onto the ocean and sit on paddle boards to stare up at the stars and get lost in the vast ocean and sky that mirror each other while holding hands.

-Hunk likes candles and Lance loves blankets, so their living room is so cozy, they have a perfect big couch to snuggle on.