why am i sharing this story

I am SO appreciative of everyone who is sharing stories, photos and cute little anecedotes from HVFF London! You all are amazing and my Olicity heart is dying! Emily Bett Rickards seems like a beautiful human, inside and out, and I’m so glad that she’s there and is having, what seems like, tons of fun! Always so great to see the Arrow cast together and she definitely brings a freshness to the con!

THAT BEING SAID.

I will never understand the amount of hatred and animosity that gets thrown at KC during these events. I try my best to follow unbiased accounts of cons (not an easy feat on either side, let me tell you) and I watched the videos of the EBR, JS (UHM HE IS A GOD AMONG MEN WOW) and KC, and yes, totally admit there was definitely a bias for the panel host (??? is that the name ??) but overall, what I saw were co-stars who genuinely love and support one another. Emily had LOVELY things to say about Katie, and Katie had lovely things to say about Emily. There was one question that my Olicity shipper heart didn’t enjoy, and that was the love triangle thing, but I don’t think it was handled poorly at all. And also, that question was totally on the biased panelist. 

Here’s the thing, I’m not there. So that should probably automatically mean that I shouldn’t get to share my opinion but I’m doing it anyways.

I was apart of the Arrow Twitter fandom for a little bit and I honestly couldn’t handle it. This cast seems like they love one another, and get along so well. But apparently to Twitter, they don’t and all secretly hate KC? And Katie is like a mean bitch who hates everyone?? And I just?? WHAT? where are they getting any of this?! And also, slut-shaming is NEVER okay. NEVER. NEVERRRRRRRRRRR. 

To me, Katie seems like an introvert. Or maybe reserved is a better word. Some people have an easier time connecting with their audience and being very lively (please don’t shoot me but I kinda think that’s Emily) and others struggle a bit more. But from every unbiased account I’ve read, KC seems like a truly professional and wonderful person. 

It’s just annoying and frustrating to me that a simple answer can get so twisted or that there’s this weird need to make things so dramatic in the Arrow fandom.

So you don’t like Lauriver, join the club! I don’t either! But that’s a CHARACTERS RELATIONSHIP, one that isn’t even existent currently, there’s no need to make it about the actress. 

We can be better than that! 

shoutout to all the lonely wlw, to those who have never been on a date, who’ve never had a girlfriend, who’ve never been kissed or held hands, who feel like they never will have any of that, or deserve it. being a wlw is often extremely isolating and lonely. wlw wedding photos and stories about wlw relationships and stuff are all very valuable and important and need to be shared - it’s proof that we CAN find each other! but it can also intensify those feelings of loneliness - it seems like everybody has had these experiences, is in love or has been once, and you think why am i the only one? the fact is, unfortunately, it’s hard for wlw to actually meet each other and find connections. your relationship status is not a reflection of whether or not you’re “worthy” of love. you are. and you’re not as alone as you feel right now, i promise. there are people out there just like you, feeling just as hopeless and alone. you just haven’t had the chance to find each other yet.

Thoughts about Justin Foley

There is something that bothers in Justin’s story and the way people react to it. The truth is, Justin did let his friend rape his girlfriend and he did not do anything about it, I am not denying that.
However, Hannah was in the room and she did not do anything either. Reason? She was drunk and scared. And the truth is, so was Justin. I think both of them could have done something to stop Bryce but none of them did. Now, the problem is that people actually expected Justin to stop Bryce rather than Hannah. Why? Because this is what patriarchal society teaches us: the guy is supposed to defend his girl / a girl cannot defend herself or defend another girl against a guy. And that’s wrong. Truth it, Hannah is as guilty as Justin in all this, but people consider Hannah innocent mostly because she is a girl and she was scared whereas Justin, a guy, should have been strong, should have fought for his girl. 

I do believe Justin is more than just a guy who let his best friend force his way onto his girlfriend. He did it, that’s true, and he has no excuse. However, I think we still have a lot to learn from Justin’s character. He is a deeply troubled boy, caught up in a toxic friendship. Truth is, Bryce is behind all of Justin’s actions. That does not mean Justin’s innocent, that just means he’s been influenced by Bryce and I believe that is something to consider. 
Besides, regarding the fact that Justin lied to Jessica about what truly happens, I think it’s important to consider the fact that Justin, just like Hannah was traumatized. Hannah did not go to the police or told Jessica either. Both Justin and Hannah were silenced by trauma because that’s what violence does, that’s what rape does.

I actually had a course on rape and gender violence this year and we talked a lot about how victim-blaming is a major issue regarding the way people deal with rape. In a lot of rape cases, especially when the rapist was someone close to the rape survivor, the victim’s first move is to question themselves, to doubt themselves and to blame themselves. The victim’s first move isn’t always to blame the rapist, especially if they knew them. And I see a little of this in all this story. Jessica keeps hanging out with Bryce even when she finds out what he did and so does Justin, because at first, I don’t think they blame him. They’re both traumatized, they don’t think straight or rationnally. They don’t blame the right person. This is a very usual behavior when it comes to sexual assault and rape issues. Now all this is maybe just a theory, or some personnal thoughts but I can’t help and see a little of that in Justin and Jessica’s story. 

When I saw Justin leave his mom’s house with a gun, I was scared he would shoot himself, but I am glad he didn’t. Because I do believe Justin’s character can evolve, a lot. He still has a lot to learn, a lot to work on. He has to learn how not to depend on Bryce, how to stand up for himself and the people he loves. That’s why I think Justin, even if guilty, is still an interesting character.

[Please share your thoughts with me, and don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong!]

Mutsuki, Gratuity, and Violence

Mutsuki’s behavior is shocking to say the least. There’s been a lot of speculation made of exactly why his character made the turn it did from introduction to this point. I’m going to attempt to give my own personal interpretation, on putting together an arc for Mutsuki, and what point Ishida intends thematically by bringing out Mutsuki’s violent side the way he did. Note, this meta is almost entirely about violence, so besides spare mentions of torso the sexual aspect of Mutsuki’s character are not going to be explored. I’ll do that in a later post.

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HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

  • ❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜
  • ❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
  • ❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜
  • ❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜
  • ❛ talk less…smile more. ❜
  • ❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜
  • ❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜
  • ❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜
  • ❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜
  • ❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜
  • ❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜
  • ❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜
  • ❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜
  • ❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜
  • ❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜
  • ❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜
  • ❛ i am so into you. ❜
  • ❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜
  • ❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜
  • ❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜
  • ❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜
  • ❛ that would be enough. ❜
  • ❛ and we could be enough. ❜
  • ❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜
  • ❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜
  • ❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜
  • ❛ awesome. wow. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜
  • ❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜
  • ❛ what’d i miss? ❜
  • ❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜
  • ❛ take a break. ❜
  • ❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜
  • ❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜
  • ❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ we both know what we know. ❜
  • ❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜
  • ❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜
  • ❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜
  • ❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜
  • ❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜
  • ❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜
  • ❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜
  • ❛ i hope that you burn. ❜
  • ❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜
  • ❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜
  • ❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜
  • ❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜
  • ❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜
  • ❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜
  • ❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜
  • ❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜
  • ❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜
  • ❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜
  • ❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜
an apology letter to my muse
—  i am sorry that i made a poetry out of every word you said and i am sorry that many a times i painted you as the villain of my stories when you probably were the hero. i am sorry that i told the world your secrets that you shared with me at 2.17am on the nights when it rained a little less and at 1.39am on the nights that were warmer than usual. i am sorry that i talked about you to complete strangers and that i knew more about you than you yourself did. i am sorry if someone ever comes up to you to ask about why you broke my heart, because you didn’t break my heart, i did that and put the blame on you. i am sorry if i made you stay up nights with me because no one could calm down the voices in my head like you did and no one worried about me like you did and so i told you my problems and sometimes made them yours. i am sorry that i talk to my friends about you and sometimes things get out of hand. i am sorry that i never told you how much i love you because i can’t bear to lose our friendship and i can’t bear rejection. i am sorry for all the times i cursed you at 3am because my stupid brain couldn’t stop thinking of you.
i am sorry that i kind of used you to break my heart over and over again even after it was already broken just to feel the pain so that i could write about it all. i am sorry that i couldn’t let go of you when i should have, i am sorry that i am still holding on, i am sorry.

I want to be where the mountains are, where the clouds will walk with me. I want to breathe in, and breathe out art, fill my lungs with all these things - I cannot describe to you. I want to sit between trees who are wiser in years than any book I have ever met. To sing with birds, who’ll teach me songs from another Earth, from when she was young - young, like me craving passing words from vagabonds on my way from shop to forgotten shop. Ones with trodden lawns and creaky rooftops, and cracking shelves, holding books I will pay for in wisteria, buying bits and scraps of euphoria. A utopia. Free of senseless, broken nostalgia - he will be hiding beneath my feet. I want to laugh with a child, who’ll kick his ball in my path. And I will kick it back, in exchange for the worlds he has so far seen. Then I will travel there, maybe cut my hair, maybe cut my teeth on curiosity. I want to go for tea, perhaps with the Queen, or with the fella who sleeps on corner streets; I’ve heard he loves to share. I want to dare, I want to be so incredibly complex yet the simplest feeling you’ll never forget. I don’t want you to faze me, please don’t try to contain me, I’m afraid I have stories dripping from my lips. I don’t want you to grasp me, I want you to fight with cobras and lions before you understand what it is that kept me up that one night, before you realize why I am so afraid of dogs, why I am so in love with the garden on my windowsill.


I am waiting, still. Where the mountains are not and where it hasn’t rained for days. But last night I heard thunder, I smelled petrichor, so I am packing my heart and bags.

—  catas-trophes 

        Transgender Day of Visibility is an important and vital day to celebrate those of us who are living as our authentic selves.  We can stand united in pride rather than shame and show the world our strength through our vulnerability.  As Laverne Cox said, “It is revolutionary for any trans person to choose to be seen and visible in a world that tells us we shouldn’t exist.”  As our community gains more visibility, the hate and misunderstanding of who we are becomes more visible as well.  Murder rates and hate crimes against our community, especially trans women of color, have risen each year.  Rejection from friends and family often leads to homelessness.  Children face bullying, harassment, and high suicide rates.  Many of us experience workplace discrimination, live well beyond the poverty level, and we can still legally be fired in 32 states simply because we are transgender.  Lawmakers are introducing one bill after another that marginalize and attempt to exclude us from society.  Now, more than ever, visibility is necessary to help change hearts and minds.  


        I remember when my parents bought a computer and set up an internet connection when I was in Jr. High.  I was finally able to research why I felt like a girl trapped in a boy’s body.  I learned about the term transgender and that I wasn’t alone.  For the first time, I no longer felt like a freak or outsider.  I gained hope and strength through the stories of those who had chosen to be visible.  However, I still lived in fear of what my family and friends would think.  Suicide was a constant thought in my mind because I was tired of pretending to be who I wasn’t meant to be.  Societal norms and expectations weighed me down and I became an introvert.  I fought who I was and lived in shame and fear until I was 29.  I had been married for 7 years and when that ended I was broken and defeated.  In my mind, I had two options, suicide or transition because I could no longer go through the motions and pretend to be happy.  


         Five years ago, I chose transition over suicide and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.  Even though I lost friends and family who disagreed with who I am, I gained so much more.  Truly loving myself for the first time allowed me to connect with others like I had never been able to before.  I was finally happy and free!  I chose to document my transition online and share my story with the world because I knew how important visibility was for others who were going through similar struggles.  This gave me the opportunity to inspire and encourage people to live their lives authentically and to love who they are.  The response I received was amazing and, in turn, it gave me the courage and confidence I needed to be more visible offline.  I began sharing my story with almost everyone and the friendships I developed have been rewarding and eye opening.  


          Over the years, I have been asked why I do not move past saying I am transgender and live my life as a woman.  My response, is that visibility is vital and I am proud of who I am.  To me, the term transgender doesn’t define my gender identity, it defines how hard I have fought to be the woman I am today.  Sharing our stories and our struggles truly opens hearts and minds to change and acceptance.  I have learned that most people, when given the chance, do not care about labels.  They care about the person that is front of them and the connection that is developed.  I’m thankful for a day that celebrates who I am despite the fear and hate directed at us but we need to celebrate who we are every day.  Life is a gift and can truly be amazing if you allow yourself to love who you are with unapologetic authenticity.  Together we can make a difference in this world and slowly we will make it a safer, better place for those following in our footsteps.  

I get such a sick feeling in my stomach when I think about you with somebody else.

Somebody touching you, kissing you, feeling you makes me so sad, but you know what’s even more fucked up?

When I think about you with someone else sitting on a beach at 2 am listening to the sound of the waves.

Do you want to know why this makes me so sad?

Because that’s what you do with a person you really care about.
I mean you can have sex with everyone even without feelings.

But you will never find yourself sitting on a beach with someone, at 2 am who you don’t care about. Sharing stories in the sand with thousands of stars above you.

So yes. The thought of you with someone else at the beach sitting together, talking about life makes me more sad then everything else on this planet.

Because i want it to be me who spends the night with you at the beach. Watching stars, listening to the waves, building sand castles in the dark, drinking the cheap wine out of the bottle while laughing so hard that we spit it everywhere.

—  I want it to be me

Hi, I would like you to meet Arnold. I recently adopted him from my local Target clearance area. As you can see, he is very docile and easy to clean up after. It’s crazy! I just got him a day ago and he has already settled into his new home; he enjoys laying on my bookshelf. You may ask why I’m writing you this? Well… I am writing in hopes that you may share Arnold’s story and inform others that many of these creatures still need homes.
Thank you for your time.

Ps. Arrgh arrrrrrghhhh gggrrhhhhhhh arghah -Arnold

I am prepared to give you upwards of four dollars for Arnold

I need help from the skeleton clique. I’ve tried this everywhere but it’s never really gained traction. I was encouraged to share my story by numerous people, including Tyler’s dad, which is why I’m here now. I’m hoping this post will go viral so he has something concrete to give Tyler and Josh.

Here’s the short of it: I have cerebral palsy and I use a wheelchair but I don’t let that define me. I am not a stereotype and my main aim is to be kind and help people. I want to be a writer. I want to inspire others and achieve my dreams. I’ve had so many people hurt me but I keep going.

I spent three months in hospital and then another two, at least four years later. Illnesses due to my disability robbed me of my dignity and self worth. Both of these times at 14 and 17, I wanted death. I felt like a failure. Therapy hasn’t really helped. Yet now, at age 20 or so, twenty one pilots is and I am so grateful. Seeing them in March 2017 was the highlight of my life.

They are like my home. The Emotional Roadshow is and forever will be for me a place of sanctuary. These boys are my safety net. I forget that I’m in a chair. All my pain. All my problems. They’re gone the instant I put on the music. I know lots of people feel the same way. That is why I was hoping like minded people will come together and help me. All I want is to say thank you. I live so far away and there’s not much else I can do. I want this reblogged, spread on Twitter, everywhere. Tag Tyler and Josh. The only thing I can do is thank my heroes. I want to use the power of the clique to help me do that. I need them to know I exist; it keeps me going, gives me faith.

Please. This is a genuine request. Pass this on. My name is Ally and this is my story. Truce.

My asexuality/”why awareness is important” story

When I was a teen, growing up in a small town in 1980s Mississippi, there were only 2 options as far as I knew:  Either you were gay or your were straight.  Because I was exceedingly liberal for the time and place (though probably less liberal than I am now) and because I wanted desperately to leave Mississippi, I spent a lot of time learning as much as I could about the outside world.  I spent hours at the library my high school shared with the local university reading the Village Voice and dreaming of going in New York City.    Because of this, and because I was a huge fan of Erasure, I figured out that there was nothing wrong with being gay.  Which was good, because I knew I wasn’t straight.  I couldn’t be:  I liked looking at pretty guys too much, and I got crushes on my male friends.

On the other hand, I also knew that I liked looking at pretty girls too, and I regularly developed crushes on my female friends.  So I lay awake at night, my thoughts spinning in my head  “I like boys, so I can’t be straight.  But I like girls, so I can’t be gay.  But I like boys…”  Repeat ad nauseum.

Fast forward to the early 90s.  I was going to college in New Orleans.  This exposed me to much more of the world than I would have seen had I remained in Mississippi.  But it didn’t bring me any closer to figuring things out until my second semester, when there was a rash of people in the dorm coming out as bisexual.  Aha!  A lightbulb went on in my head.  THIS must be what I was.  I could like both boys and girls!  But something still didn’t feel right.  Though I made out with people and liked it, I passed up chances to have sex with people of both genders.  Finally one of my female friends basically harassed me into sleeping with her (at the time I didn’t recognize date rape for what it was - the early 90s were a much less aware time, at least for me).  And when I met the woman who later became my wife, she was the one who made the first move sexually, as well as the second and third moves and most of the others.  

Fast forward again, last 2015.  My wife and I are still together and have had 2 kids.  But no one looking at our sex life would ever mistake it for a “normal” sex life (to the extent that there is such a thing).  But I still feel that something’s not right.  I’m not unhappy, but at the same time, my main feeling about sex is a resounding “meh.”  I research various fetishes and relationship styles on the internet, but nothing really feels right - some seem like they might be a lot of fun, but the whole idea just collapses for me once genitals get involved.  When I watch a TV show about pickup artists, and besides being repulsed at all the dishonesty involved, my thought is “That seems like an awful lot of work for sex.”  

Then one day I stumbled on a page about the difference between romantic orientation and sexual orientation.  And then I learn about asexuality.  And finally, after all this time, I figured it out.  I’m panromantic and asexual.  All of a sudden so many things from my past made sense.  SO MANY THINGS!  And while I’m very glad that I understand it now, I’m also rather frustrated at the time lost because I didn’t have this knowledge years and years before.  I could have been spared so much mental anguish and so many sleepless nights if I had known.

Which brings us to why I think awareness is important:  Because kids aren’t going to be straight just because they don’t know about the alternatives.  They’ll still be whatever they are; they’ll just feel confused and agitated and WRONG because they don’t fit in to the alternatives that they’ve been told about.

fangirl-at-heart-937  asked:

I love your family AU, it's adorable! I know in past posts you've mentioned that Pidge had an oral fixation for a really long time, was there a specific reason for that? And did it cause any funny stories? Thanks :)

Thank you!! Omg YES I DID. Pidge had an oral fixation and it was hilarious XD

[The Voltron Family] Pidge was only three when she got adopted by her new Daddies and it took her a while to adjust. And that included her habit of biting and sucking into things.

SHIRO

Keith was in Pidge’s bedroom getting her a new set of clothes when he heard Shiro scream. Alarmed by the sound, Keith quickly ran towards the bathroom in the master bedroom and he saw the most hilarious thing. Shiro and Pidge were taking a bath together and Pidge was attached to Shiro’s chest—no, she was nibbling his daddy’s nipple. 

Shiro: Pidge! No! Stop doing that! *cries*
Keith: *points at them* That… that is so hilarious!

Keith was laughing so hard he had to put his hands on his tummy for support that he began feeling weak in the knees causing him to bend down to the floor with tears in his eyes. His loud laughter filled the whole bathroom.

Shiro: *snaps his head to Keith* KEITH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? WHY ARE YOU NOT HELPING ME?!!! *turns back to Pidge* And Pidge! Stop it! *tries pushing Pidge away*
Pidge: Mommy!
Shiro: *cries* I am not your Mommy, sweetheart. I am your Daddy. If you want Mommy, your Daddy Keith is more of the Mommy type.
Keith: *sits up* Excuse me! Judging by our chest sizes, I can say you have more of the Mommy size. *laughs even harder*
Shiro: *frowns* You are such a bully, Keith. Can you at least please help me?
Keith: *wipes his tears* Fine, fine fine. *gets up and approaches the bathtub* *caresses Pidge’s cheek* Little pet, enough. Your Daddy Shiro’s crying.
Shiro: Nothing’s gonna come out of there. *frowns at Pidge*
Keith: *hums* I dunno, Takashi. Recent studies shown that fathers can actually produce milk for their child. You should know this.
Shiro: *frowns even more* Just take her, will you.
Keith: *laughs* Come to Daddy, baby girl. *takes Pidge but she wouldn’t budge* Hey, why not try the other side, sweetheart? *smirks*
Shiro: *scandalized* KEITH!!! 

LANCE AND KEITH

Lance: Daddy Keith! *shouts* 
Keith: *enters the kitchen* What is it, Lance?
Lance: Pidge is eating my finger again! I wanted her to taste some chocolate icing and she just started nibbling my finger.
Keith: *shakes his head while smiling* Pidge, stop that. Your brother’s finger isn’t food. *pulls Lance’s finger out of Pidge’s mouth*
Lance: *giggles* That tickles. 
Pidge: *wobbly lips* *teary eyed*
Keith: Oh no. Pidge, don’t cry. *takes Pidge into his arms*
Pidge: *giggles* Pretty! *tugs Keith’s ponytail and then sees Keith’s pale neck*
Keith: *pats her back* Awwww, sweetheart you— *stops as he felt Pidge sucking his neck* *deadpans* *looks so done while looking straight ahead*
Lance: *laughs while eating chocolate cake* Does it tickle, Daddy Keith?
Keith: *sighs and smiles at Lance* It does.

HUNK

Hunk: DADDY SHIROOOOOO!!!!!
Shiro: *peeks inside Hunk’s room* *sees Pidge biting Hunk’s arm* 
Hunk: Help me. *teary eyed* Please? It hurts.
Shiro: Sweetheart, Hunk’s not food. *detaches Pidge* You need to stop biting into things. 
Pidge: *pouts*
Shiro: *feels guilty* KEITH!!!!
Keith: *from somewhere in the house* I AM NOT OFFERING MY NECK AGAIN, SHIRO! THIS IS THE SIXTH TIME THIS WEEK!!
Shiro: But Keith! She’s going to cry!
Keith: Why not offer yours? I’M BUSY!
Shiro: SHE LIKES YOUR NECK! NOT MINE!
Keith: I DID NOT RAISE A VAMPIRE CHILD!! 
Hunk and Pidge: *giggles*

YEARS LATER WHEN PIDGE TURNED 16

Keith, Pidge and Shiro were in the kitchen trying to prepare some snacks. Keith shared the story and Pidge was mortified. 

Pidge: I DID WHAT? *gapes*
Shiro: *laughs* You had an oral fixation and it took us a while to get rid of it.
Pidge:  But why did I do that? Why did I have that?
Shiro: It was more because you lost your mother at such a young age so you were kinda deprived of… things.
Pidge: *flushes* *buries her face in her hands* Oh. My. God. How embarrassing. I can’t believe it.
Keith: *laughs* No, it’s quite normal actually. No need to be ashamed. Breastfeeding straightens the bond between a mother and child.
Shiro: *raises his eyebrows up and down* That’s why you and me are tight, kiddo. *winks at Pidge*
Pidge: *groans* Oh my god. Daddy Shiro. PLEASE.
Shiro: What? Now I can’t joke in my own house?! *scoffs*
Pidge: But how did I get rid of it though? *turns to Keith*
Keith: *hums while getting brownies* Your Daddy Shiro bought you lollipops and I would always put it in your snack bag.
Pidge: *eyes the lollipop she was holding* Oh my god. *stares at it in horror*
Keith: *laughs while hugging Pidge and kissing her on the cheek* It’s fine, sweetheart. You can’t really change things. I mean… *stands beside Shiro* *chest out* After all these years, I’m still flat chested. Your Daddy Shiro on the other hand… *stares at Shiro’s chest*
Shiro: *covers his chest* Keith! 

tnrach  asked:

I am so sad that this has happened at my nearby zoo in Knoxville, TN and I just wanted to share it with someone I knew would sympathize. 33 reptiles (out of 52 at the zoo) passed away overnight, and they have no idea why; they tried to resuscitate but were unable, and many breeding programs and many severely endangered species have been lost. It's so darn sad and the people who worked with these animals are devastated. (I was going to link you the story but can't post links in asks sorry!)

Yeah, I saw that. It’s really awful, and as far as I can tell from some of the face book discussions they still have no idea what happened. They’ll probably be doing necropsies on them (animal autopsies) and want to get all of them done before they announce a cause, unless there’s something unrelated to the necropsies that ends up indicating what happened. It’s definitely a devastating incident and those keepers must feel so bad that they couldn’t do anything or even be there to try to help. 

“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years… 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now (refer to that post if you wanna know more), and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

(My master list, by the way : Right here )

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-…Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

Keep reading

FEARLESS (Loki x reader)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, a little angst, fluff

Summary: restless, you find Loki in the kitchen, and you can see something is bothering him. 

Note: English is not my native language. Please give me feedback! AND LET’S TAKE A MOMENT FOR HIS EYES 

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

There’s a million reasons why I should give you up

You stared out the window over the bright city. It was late, and dark. But it was all so alive, so living. You wanted to be out there so badly, but you knew it was impossible. You were one of the Avengers, and somehow, you felt that it took all life out of you.

Am I losing my mind?

The book on the table called your name. You wanted to read, hell it was your favorite book. But you just couldn’t. You saw the words, but you did not understand them. You kept reading the same page over and over. You walked out of the library and into the kitchen. You needed water. But of course, the person you were avoiding, was standing in the kitchen. He looked at the floor, thinking. Somehow, you were lost in his mind.

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

He was standing there, all still and alone. You wondered, what was going through his mind. 

People had warned you against him. Apparently he was dangerous, cruel, cold, really just a prick. But you doubted it. People weren’t evil. People just do what feels right for them, and by the stories you’ve heard about him, it wasn’t entirely his own fault.

He did not have a real family, or at least he didn’t feel he had. His father hated him. His brother had always been better. He was alone. He wanted to be worthy of something, but somehow, the universe always made it worse.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch

“Why are you hiding pet?” you heard his voice break the silence. He looked up and met your eyes. You smiled and glanced down.

“I, nothing I’m sorry.” You explained and turned to walk away.

“Don’t go.” He said. You turned and looked at him. His face was sad, eyes pained. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke. You walked towards him, taking his hand in yours. They were softer than you thought they would be, considering his personality. Or at least what you heard of it.

You’re poison running through my veins

How you wanted to touch him, feel him. You wanted to know what was on his mind, though you knew it was better if you didn’t ask. He didn’t share much, didn’t trust anyone.

“You’re probably thinking what’s wrong with me. Why I am like this. You’ve heard the stories. I’m haunted by the distant past.” He said and smiled at you, as if everything was fine. You shook your head at his smile. Oh dear you wanted him. You wanted hid lips on yours, his hand over your body. But you knew better. You knew that he was poison.

“Good thing I don’t believe the stories.” You whispered, nervous how he would react.

“Really?” you nodded.

“You honestly do not believe that I’m a cold, dangerous, fearless, cruel, and sadistic monster?” his tone was louder now, but you stayed. You knew he was bad for you, but hell, as if you cared.

“You had a tough past. That changes you.” You answered. He smirked at your words, squeezing your hand.

“You’re really not scared of my cold?” he said, and first then you noticed that he was cold.

“No.”

“My past?”

“I’m really not darling.” You said. He blushed by your words. You made the god of mischief blush and dear it felt good to have that power.

“Well, then I know I’m not alone.” He whispered and kissed you. At first you didn’t respond, stunned by his actions. But soon you gave in. You felt him smile and he pulled away, pressing your body closer to his. You felt his heart beat under the armor, his smile at you.

“Loki I-“

“You’re the most fearless girl I’ve ever met. If someone’s dangerous, then it’s you.” He said and smiled. Was it a compliment? An insult? He noticed the confusion on our face.

“It’s a compliment love.” He said and kissed your forehead. You smiled and looked into his green, deep eyes. They did things to you, things you were unable to explain cause the universe wouldn’t understand. Cause nobody falls for the bad guys, right?

Nobody, but you.


Songs:

Alone - Alan Walker 

Poison - Alice Cooper

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Please Don’t Leave Me - P!nk 

Never Give Up - Sia


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Just a little thought

So Misha crashed the J2 panel at Jibcon and they launched into a story about how M had rented a house for the rest of the season and invited the J’s over, saying it had four bedrooms. But there were only two, so they had to share.

The way they told the story was that Jared slept in Misha’s room and snored so loudly that Jensen awoke in his room which was across the hallway.

Why am I not buying this?

Well, Jared sleeping in Misha’s room for one. I don’t doubt for a moment that it was actually Jared and Jensen sharing a room while Misha had his own. I mean, come on, these guys share a trailer as we can assume by their little slips! I also don’t buy it that Jared’s snoring would awaken Jensen, who probably has a decade of experience in sleeping through the noise.

So, did Misha awaken to Jared’s loud moaning snoring? I would say that’s more probable, but only speculation, as always.

ANALYSIS: mindful education and kill la kill

((Sooooo, it’s been a while! but i’m here to point out some stupid stuff. PS- THIS IS RATED LIKE.. PG15 OR WHATEVER. THERE WILL BE ANIMATED BLOOD and under boob i guess))

Mindful education, it was a great episode that centered around fusion, specifically stevonnie. Steven and Connie learn how to stay as a stable fusion with the help of Garnet, this episode was loved for it’s exploration into anxiety and it’s way how showing people that it’s better to face the truth and facts rather than push it aside and ignore it. Not only that, but it was also the first episode on Steven universe to have a guest animator, that animator being  Takafumi Hori!  Takafumi Hori works for trigger studio, specifically i’d like to point out, he worked as an animation director on kill la kill. 

“now, what does this have to do with anything and why am i bringing it up now? so and so already talked about it!”

shh. i’m sure they did, but i am yet to see that. after the little nod to mindful education in the recent episode storm in the room, where Connie makes the same hand position that Steveonnie and Garnet did in that episode, and after me watching kill la kill again, this time appreciating it’s story telling, art style and messages, i realize how many similarities it shares with mindful education and i could see why they had  Takafumi Hori guest animate the song sequence “here comes a thought”.

((if you haven’t already watched kill la kill, i recommend it, but do go in with an open mind as people are always quick to judge it for it’s … well.   fanservice. in truth, it gives a messages about being true to who you are, body positivity, opening yourself up to others and relationships, whether it be friendship, romance or platonic love.

so quick summary of kill la kill for those who haven’t watched it: a young girl named ryuko matoi goes to honnouji seeking answers as to who killed her father, there she makes friends with mako and her family, finds a living sailor suit, that she names senketsu (fresh blood) since they meet over him wanting ryuko’s blood and discovers there is more to her existence than she thought.))

 What i’ll talk about here will probably not contain any major spoilers to the anime, but it would make more sense to someone who has watched and has an appreciation for kill la kill, so, here we go.

First off, i’d like to point out what a major part of kill la kill is, in the first few episodes, ryuko and senketsu have trouble syncing and being one, this is caused by ruko silently pushing senketsu away out of embarrassment. 

very soon after in a fight with satsuki she realizes what she’s doing and accepts senketsu and her body and stops being embarrassed. 

(side note, i just realized how dopey and cute sentektsu looks on ryuko in his unfully activated state X3)

now that you know how their relationship works, ryuko and senketsu having to rely on each other to stay at full power and do their best, doesn’t that remind you of mindful education? having to work together with someone else and sync with them to perform at your best.

another point i would like to make, is what happens when a member of the pair loses it. 

for a fusion, they will break apart, or try to stay together and experience something like a nightmare or hallucination of what is bothering them. This could be guilt or pain of any emotional kind as far as we know.

and guess what happens in kill la kill with ryuko and senketsu!??

one of them loses it,

both of them

f*cking lose it

this scene right here, is ryuko getting so mad over nui coaxing her about the death of her father that her blood is so hot and boiling to the point senketsu loses control too. They become a literal monster. 

but how is this freaking monstrosity the same i don’t hear, but presume you ask- 

in kill la kill, this example would be the most extreme, ryuko and senketsu don’t technically break apart from being unstable, but they will when senketsu is not emotionally close enough to ryuko and can’t hold his actual kamui (godrobe) form in worry that he will kill ryuko or knock her out from blood loss (yes, he drinks a small amount to a moderate amount of her blood to stay in that form), this is because he needs to drink more of her blood in order to be close to her if she is pushing him away out of embarrassment or general emotional resentment of any kind. This causes senketsu to go back to his sailor uniform-form to save ryuko

this in away is like a fusion splitting up. but back to monster ryuketsu (ryuko wearing senketsu i mean) the way they lose each other is the same way Steven and Connie lose each other in their pain in their hallucinations, one of them loses it. both of them lose it. They both get scared and stressed and it just gets everything much worse till they split up. 

few more things i’d like to point out, acceptance and being emotionally synced (in relation to the here comes a thought) . 

acceptance, toward the middle and end of mindful education, Steven tells Connie that he just pushes his feelings aside and ignores them to the best of his abilities. He tries to take the easy route out by ignoring everything to stay happy (ignorance is bliss). Ryuko goes through the same thing while wearing junketsu, for a while, she tries to keep her ignorance, going to kill mako

even though technically, this is a forced feeling, ryuko does have to power to resist it, which is what she ends up doing, though at first she seemed to be more content with killing the ones that deny her fake happiness. Just as ryuko had mako and senketsu, Steven has Connie to help him get over his wanting to ignore his problems and be ignorant to it all. 

They both face the fact that it will be better for them not to live like that and accept reality. Steven couldn’t help those gems and Rose is not as perfect has he thought, Ryuko is not happy and her wedding is not real, her mother is a manipulative b*tch and junketsu is not good.


now for the song and kill la kill. 


just listen to them both and think about the lyrics. now

they both tell about how they must both be calm and not lose themselves in their problems and mind, to level the head and sync, they will have problems but they have each other and they still exist. 

alright, that’s all.

oh wait

dont forget dis

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 SHOUJO MANGA RECOMMENDATION

What is the best way to spend your vacation? There is no better way than having a manga hunt!

Oh yeah! I am not a manga expert (especially in shoujo-genre). I have this habit of sticking to the mangakas that i happened to like and then just read all their creations (Anashin and Takagi Shigeyoshi are two great shoujo mangakas I like). Well, that was in the past. this vacation opened my eyes to a whole new world of shoujo. I can promise you (for those who are looking for mangas to read) that these stories are enough to stay you awake ‘til midnight and let you crave for more. 

Aside from being cute and funny  these mangas share another characteristic..they are all ongoing (some are like really new..just have 2 or 3 chapters available). I am sure you will agree with me that we all know the pain that lies in waiting for new releases (maybe that is why oneshots are also popular). we know the agony of going back and forth to the manga sites that we follow just to check whether they have updated or not. We can’t complain because we know how hard it is to different groups to scanlate mangas. So why not give a shout for paperdolls project, chibi, aqua, phoenix serenade,summer rain, winter trans and to all the scanlators out there! We owe you a lot guys!.

So much for an introduction (Sorry, i was just carried away) ..So the titles will be listed (from left to right)..The summaries are readily available over the internet. If you can’t find them then feel free to send me a message.  

1. Seishun Note (AYASE Umi)
2. koko kara saki wa NG (MATSUDA Yuuko and IZUMI Mio)
3.Tokimeichatte Gomen ne (SHIIBA Nana)
4. getsuyoubi kara kataomoi (KYOUMACHI Hisa)
5. takane to hana (SHIWASU Yuki)
6. sora wo kakeru yodaka (Kawabata Shiki)
7. Watashi no Ookami-kun (NOGIRI Youko)
8. suki ni naranai yo, senpai (Hatsu Haru)
9. sekirara ni kiss (AKUTA Fumie)
10. haru matsu bokura (Anashin)

I want to post more, however,every photoset should only contain 10 photos (maybe next time). Ja! See you and hope you will have fun in your manga hunt!

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black sails rewatch - XII.

- So you think that they see me as the villain in this particular story?
- I think that would explain their decision, yes.
- And you? What do you think? You see me as the villain here?
- I see you as the agent most likely of securing my share of the gold on that beach. As long as that remains true, I am not bothered in the least by whatever labels anyone else decides to affix to you. Why? What do you think about it?
- I’m sorry?
- It bothers you, doesn’t it? What they think? With the things you’ve done… My God. It must be awful being you.