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anonymous asked:

don't take this the wrong way but like i'm always so surprised when you say you're a keith stan bc your entire blog SCREAMS that you're a lance stan lmao

hewuuwhwwhe okay but do you want a kind of serious answer??

Come away with me on a journey to June of 2016….. I’ve just made my blog and have started my foray into the fandom. No matter where I turn, I always come up with the same thing: Keith content. Everyone loves Keith. There are gifsets about Keith, there’s tons of Keith fanart, there’s all this meta/theory/analysis about Keith being Galra. And this is all aided by the fact that the show itself loves Keith.

Now me, being an immediate Keith stan, is happy about this! I love Keith. I love klance. Everything is coming up Katie. But I’ve always tried to love characters in a ship equally. So I go looking for Lance content. And I find it! We’ve got Lance memes, we’ve got Lance gifsets, we’ve got whitewashed fanart, we’ve got Klance fics, we’ve got Lance as the butt of the joke posts, we’ve got more memes, we’ve got Langst. My god, do we have langst. There’s langst where Lance is horribly injured, there’s langst where Lance dies, there’s langst where Lance is tortured, there’s langst where the team hurts Lance’s feelings, and there’s klangst where Lance dies for Keith.

Me, noticing a pattern: ummmmm. What the hell lmao

So I’m looking around, and I’m realizing that the fandom… treats Lance like shit. And I’m a ‘everything in moderation’ kind of gal, so when I saw how one-sided this treatment was, I decided to personally balance things out. Basically: I ramped up the Lance loving. I made as many shitposts about Lance as possible, so people would laugh and associate Lance with fun times and like Lance more. I tried to encourage more positive Lance enjoyment. I’m not like, claiming I’m 100% responsible for the Lance Stan movement, but at the time I figured I could make a difference. I also tamped down on my Keith stanning. I figured, there are enough Keith stans in the fandom. I don’t need to add my voice to the group. But I can help Lance. So… that’s why there’s a lot of Lance loving on this blog.

Things got even easier once season 2 aired and the disparity between Keith and Lance grew bigger. Even when Keith was pulling the most bullshit of his young adult life he received way more attention and praise than Lance, both in the show and fandom. So again, I tried to be the balance I wanted to see. I drank a gallon of Loving Lance juice and started bullying Keith.

Tldr I’m a Keith stan who bullies Keith and loves Lance extra hard to make up for the over glorification of the former and the piss poor treatment of the latter.

anonymous asked:

"No dude, that's a bike. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "Cased closed... this is how your justice ends. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "Why would you need a key? There's a switch just down next to the steering wheel. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "It was fun while it lasted, goodbye. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "My sole interest is uncovering the truth. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" I am having WAY TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS.

anonymous asked:

What if the fake ah crew got a bounce castle like they did in the last between the games. Like it could be really small like in the video or like a giant one that takes up streets

Actual chaos. I feel like they would start with the little one, someone buys it as a joke, maybe don’t even realise how ridiculously small it is until they blow it up, but the whole lot of them have so much fun with it before it breaks that its not long until they go for a big one. Several big ones actually, until someone brings in a strict no shoes, no keys, no knives rule so that castles can actually survive more than a few hours at a time.

The fascination dies down eventually, it has to, but for a while there the only way Geoff or Trevor could get anyone to listen to a thing they said was to conduct their meetings from inside the jumping castle. One even made it into a heist, portable generator keeping it inflated as Jack carted it around on the back of a flatbed, a questionable but ultimately successful landing pad when members of the crew hurled themselves off various buildings. It wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, and despite what they imagined was perhaps not quite the softest of landings considering how difficult it quickly became to avoid hitting one another. They’d also failed to consider the way the weight of each lander would risk sending everyone flying, but since Jeremy was the only one who actually got bounced out to land heavily on the metal bed of the truck the rest of the crew called it a win. 

anonymous asked:

I really don't understand your fascination with TheonxRobb. I mean, Theon is a spineless, cockless, traitor coward. Robb is a hypocrite and used his dick instead of his brains that resulted to his loss. I get the fascination with Richard Madden since he is gorgeous but Alfie Allen is ugly. He is an alright actor I concede that but their characters are shitty. Your other ships are shitty as well.

You ship GendryxArya? Arya is an impetuous midget brat. Gendry is a brainless brute. You ship SasaxMargaery? Sansa is nothing w/o Petyr and she is an annoying and boring whore. Margaery is a cunning whore but ended up in ashes. You ship BranxJojen? Bran is a cripple and turned out like an emotionless brat. Jojen is a weird and crazy kid that ended up dead. RickonxShireen? They are both dead and Rickon is a wild brat. Shireen is boring as fuck. 

So not exactly sure why you felt the need to send me this and criticize me. I tend to follow the simple rule of “don’t like, don’t bother” so why you felt the need to send these asks is just borderlines pathetic and sad. Also you seem to be reading heavily into the show!canon and not the book!canon, so if you haven’t read those, I recommend you do before spouting off this nonsense at random people (literally, why me?)! 

Also, please leave your opinions, sexism, ableism, and wild misunderstand of characterization and humanity out of my asks. I leave anonymous on for shy people and those without tumblr account who want to talk and share fun things with me- not for assholes to harass and be annoying pests. 

Instead of going into a long rant about how unacceptable it is to harass people on the internet or why I don’t care about your opinions and why trying to shove them at me as facts is just stupid, we’ll just leave it at this: Piss off. I love each of those characters and each of those ships and that’s my right and prerogative to do so. You’ve done nothing but wasted a few minutes of my day and made me love those character more. Bye now. I rather not waste any more time on this or you.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Cami buys her ig followers? Because she posted the Bongo video on ig hours before Lili yet Lili has 1M views and Cami only has 700k. Same with each of their most recent pics of themselves. Lili posted her like 2 hours later and has more likes. I'm just curious because Cami has over 100K more followers than Lili yet she lags behind in likes / views

anonymous asked:

How do you fall back in love with life?

  1. clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)
  2. pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.
  3. drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.
  4. read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
  5. your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
  6. listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  
  7. allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

anonymous asked:

hi so i saw your post about being shook over the fact that phillions and danosaurs actually happened and i wanted to share with you this time a few years ago when dnp lived in manchester and i got on the tube with my sister who was borrowing my danosaur shirt at the time because hers got soaked in pudding (long story) and dan saw us and actually rawred. like he legit made a claw and rawred at us before disappearing into a crowd of people. i will never forget that moment. i still cant believe it.

i knew that Dan in 2011-13 was cringey as hell but this, this is beyond my expectations and i am so sorry for you and your sister to have experienced that scarring moment in your lives

anonymous asked:

WHEN HAS THIS GOTTEN SO PREACHY!? Nathalie staying in hell because Satan seemed lonely? This isn't tragic because it appears OOC & unnecessary; very cliché & IN YOUR FACE too… I find it super arrogant? Like the amnesia trope is bad enough, now it’s wiping memories trope… I have some ideas of what you have in store for us, so I hope you don't disappoint… Natalie dying or forgetting Satan are 2 very cliché ways to end the comic… Please be original.

I wonder what it’s like to not have manners

anonymous asked:

Dai companions and advisors react to the inquisitor calling them rad

Cassandra:

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anonymous asked:

andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

*

The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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anonymous asked:

Your peacock art was on the radar :) Looked fantastic!!!

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and uh, heya new ppl!! what’s swinging hope youre doin alright. i make lotsa art here glad to have ya!! and if you’ve been here for awhile hope things are doin okay too!! hope i can draw stuff you like! / /// aa

anonymous asked:

So I know Steve is in those school detention videos, but do they ever try to get you to be in any of them too?

they tried. they did not succeed.

this occurred for two reasons. 1. steve made those videos while i was still with hydra, so i wasnt around then. and after i came back and they asked me to do them, i watched steves videos and saw how dumb he looked. so i passed. 

and 2. steve only did them in the first place because he got blackmailed. 

so back during the war, steve had a reputation among the howlies as being terrible with women. which he was. so every so often when we were on leave, one of us would get it into our heads to try and help stevie develop some sort of game, in hopes that we would have to listen to him pine for peggy carter less. 

he did a lot of pining. 

we were all hanging out at a bar near camp after a stressful operation, killing time before the next transport turned up. morita was running late because he was getting a stark update for his radio kit, but the rest of us were already a few drinks in and well on our way to heckling steve into doing something dumb. 

(we didnt have tv back then, so we had to get our entertainment somewhere. and let me tell you, steve is better than the kardashians in terms of just-cant-look-away decision making.)

so dumdum had convinced steve that he had the perfect line, and all steve would have to do was walk up to some dame and say it. steve obviously wasnt interested in anybody but pegs, but he admitted that a bit of practice just holding conversation with a lady would probably do him some good.  dumdum pointed out a lovely dame with long brown hair and a WASP uniform sitting up at the bar, whispered the line in steve’s ear (because he didnt trust the rest of us with his perfect line) and sent steve off. 

we watched as steve made his way over and sat down. he’d never looked more awkwardly enormous as he did wedged into the bar stool next to that tiny dame. he flagged down the bartender, ordered a couple drinks, and turned to deliver dumdum’s line.

except that right then, the bartender slid the drinks down the bar to him, and his arm caught them both as he turned. 

so he delivered the line and then promptly doused the dame in two pints of terrible beer. 

that’s when morita showed up. and just as the lady delivering a really lovely slap across that chiseled-as-rushmore jawline, jim morita says:

“what the hell is steve doing with my wife??”

because it turned out his wife was a civilian pilot who’d joined the Women’s Airforce Service Pilots, and happened to be the transport pilot we were waiting for. none of us even knew he was married. he and his wife both kept their rings on their tags under their uniforms. her name was jenny, and she thought the whole thing was pretty damn funny.

she and steve both refused to divluge what exactly the line had been. but it must have been pretty bad, because when jenny and jim morita’s son found steve after the war, he used it as blackmail to get steve to do those videos. turns out he’s a high school principal somewhere in queens. and he’s on some sort of educational board that makes those things. 

but morita never had any blackmail on me to pass along, so i got out home free.