with random people

In all honesty, if nothing remotely big happens between Bellarke this season it will be a big writing mistake.

I will always love them and believe in them and ship them like heck. But, objectively speaking and knowing how fans work and react to a tv show, it will be a writing and pacing mistake.


I know I’m going to SERIOUSLY regret this…since this is way, WAY over my upload limit…and it isn’t even subbed…=_=“


Might set this to private or even delete this without prior notice if I start to feel too insecure about having this up. Probably will be just an one-time thing. I do like to share seiyuu moments that are interesting to me, but not as a long unsubbed video like this, so…=_=“

@megansarah11, @itsnotacrimetoloveyou I only have a handful of episodes left of s4 of Doctor Who. *cries* And when I finish, I have a feeling I’m going to:

 1) Spontaneously combust.

 2) Fangirl like there’s no tomorrow.

 3) Be in dire need of emotional support.

Shipping Reylo is NOT promoting abusive relationships

I have been seeing this idea floating around that people who ship reylo some how support abusive relationships. Let me tell you right now, as someone who was a first hand witness to one, that this notion is completely fucking absurd. All the keyboard warriors trying to belittle random people on the internet for shipping FICTIONAL characters need to cut the shit with their false sense of superiority and realize that they themselves are aggressive abusive people. I have seen what one looks like and it isn’t some BS Disney pairing between two soldiers (basically what they are) from opposing sides. If you don’t like the pairing THAT’S FINE. Don’t ship it, it’s that simple. But if for some reason you feel the urge to put another person down for doing so just remember that YOU are the angry abbusive person in that situation. YOU.

anonymous asked:

can i be a feminist if i hate men because of my fear of them?

Yes, you can. It’s normal to be afraid and angry (I’m assuming you experienced trauma at the hands of a man?). Of course, I’m sure you know logically that #NotAllMen, but that doesn’t make your internal feelings any different. 

However, what you can’t do is actively work against men/harass random people. Don’t get me wrong - working against patriarchy, male privilege, and toxic masculinity is great, but #KillAllMen is not. Does that kind of make sense? 

anonymous asked:

/rant/ I strongly dislike when people talk about how unhealthy certain foods are. Look we get it you don't want the extra fat, calories or sodium topped on top of your popcorn that you already reluctantly bought! But here's the thing, I don't care if you equate eating food to moral character (which is fatphobic and classist as f*ck), just don't make me suffer hearing your healthist, self loathing musings! /okrantover/

Definitely! Being fat already means even buying junk food gets me disapproving looks from random people. And then I go to eat it and I get shamed for that. Fuck off! Let fat people eat what they want.

Society doesn’t shame skinny people for eating an entire pizza. Why then do fat people get crap for eating anything other than a salad?

-Mod Egg

anonymous asked:

A conversation between ENFJ, INFJ and ISTJ?

ENFJ (to INFJ and ISTJ): I am going to participate in a survey about Microeconomics.

ISTJ: Ok, but they always ask you to give more phone numbers so they can keep calling people. Don’t give them mine.

ENFJ: Got it.

INFJ and ISTJ look unconvinced.

ISTJ: Seriously, don’t do it, I don’t want random people calling me on my phone.

ENFJ: Don’t worry.


ENFJ: I gave them ISTJ’s number.

INFJ: …I knew it.

ENFJ: I really didn’t mean to.

INFJ (amused): He’s gonna be mad.

ENFJ: They asked me so nicely I couldn’t say no!

Alphabet Taggy McGamerson!

I was tagged by @avaleahworks (thank ya, buddy!) and I always enjoy doing these/seeing what you folks have answered, too! :D

A - age: Just call me Michael Jordan, as I’m rockin’ the 23.

B - birthplace: Canton, Michigan!

C - current time: 2:06pm!

D - drink you had last: Currently sippin’ on a dirty chai at work!

E - easiest person to talk to: I’d have to say my mother! However, I never really have a problem talking with anyone; I love random deep conversations with people! *hint hint* *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *be my friends*

F - favorite song: Currently: Gaaah, always a tough one! Right meow, I’ve been listening to Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic on repeat. Haha, If you’re a music fanatic, I highly recommend checking them out! :D

G - grossest memory: This past Halloween, my roommates and I threw a party, and, long story short, a drunk guy peed off our balcony onto my arm.


H - horror yes or no: Knock Knock. Who’s there? Me, not watching horror films.

I believe them too easily and then think about them when I’m alone at 3 am.

I - in love? With Danse and Arthur, of course! :)

J - jealous of people? Never.

K - killed someone? Not yet!

L - love at first sight or should i walk past again? I’m always looking at the sky, so you might have to run into me or something, instead.

M - middle name: My middle name is Mary.

N - number of siblings: 2 older brothers! We’re all 13 months apart; 25, 24, and 23; me, being the youngest and obviously not planned. :)

O - one wish: A one week, no consequences vacation with Arthur and Danse?“ - @avaleahworks

I might just have to take that one, but why limit it to one week?! ;D

P - person i called last: One of my girlfriends; she told me she left her front door unlocked, but she didn’t!

Q - question you are always asked: "Would you like a kids’ menu?”

R - reason to smile: Fallout, food, the fact that it’s over 65 degrees in Michigan right now, you fine people reading this, I got some really cute bras that actually fit the other day, friends/family, music; we could be here all day, folks. 

S - song you last sang: At Last - Etta James. Practicing for a wedding coming up! :)

T - time you woke up: Uhhh, 8:32am, I think?

U - underwear color: Black lace! (ooh la la)

V - vacation: Hopefully going to California is June!

W - worst habit: Thinking too much.

X - xrays: Once! I fractured my ankle sophomore year of high school from pole vaulting. I wasn’t really good; I just wanted to feel tall and fall on comfy cushions.

Y - your favorite food: Can we break this up into categories? Like favorite breakfast/lunch/dinner/dessert? There are too many. I love food too much. But, I’m craving potato pancakes right meow, if that helps.

Z - zodiac sign: (rad)Scorpio!

THESE ARE FUN, I LIKE. I’ll tag these folks @hanjuu @wastelandgang @chernobyl907 @imperial-skyline , but HEY! YOU! PERSON (maybe) READING THIS THAT WASN’T TAGGED! DO IT ANYWAYS AND TAG ME BECause I want to read what you brilliant fancy lad cakes have to say! :D


  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –