yeah i just keep on with these things

Hearing adults talk about how kids don’t do anything with their lives anymore and it’s so fucking detached. Babyboomers literally talk about millennials like “it’s so sad what’s wrong with them?? When I was that age back then, nothing could stop me from going out and having fun. Your 20’s are supposed to be the best time of your life! They just waste it in the house.”

It’s called a broken economy and crippling debt, Linda. Yeah, you guys had time to build some kind of security for yourselves and do things so you don’t realize how bad it’s gotten. Meanwhile, all the job opportunities have dried up for adults fresh out of college and I can’t even get hired to retail. But, sure. Keep being condescending and annoyed at us for problems your generation created.

anonymous asked:

I think the same way as you imo yixing obviously gets along with exo and wants to keep being in the group but the way things have been happening it's obvious sm wouldn't mind if exo were to become ot8 at all (at this point he's missed so many things I'm wondering if he'll even be in the repackage)

yeah at this point sm have worked it so that we are now so used to yixing being absent from exo schedules theres barely any backlash but honestly… being absent from this comeback means that he first of all and most obviously doesnt have lines yet (they may have a separate lyric distribution already ready for him but again idk) he hasnt had time to learn any of the dances, bare in mind that he wont have learnt not only kokobop or the eve for the live stages, but also any choreo for concert performances either. and since the new concerts will be based around the new album, with new content and new stages… he cant do all that.. wheres he gonna find the time and energy to do that along with keep up with his schedules. then leading on from that if he misses the tours and also the repackage then what about end of year awards shows? he made it to mama last year and a couple of the pre-christmas awards shows but january onwards he got called back to refilm and extend operation love and missed the rest.. its all a spiral and he physically cannot keep up with it and his health at the same time. if hes not in the repackage than its highly likely that he wont be able to promote again with exo until literally next year.. meaning that for 2017 yixing will have attended exactly 2 days of exo schedules… hes missed so much at this point i dont want him to kill himself to try catch up i just want him to release his second album n have a good time man thats all i want

anonymous asked:

me: i dont care abt the drama & im not getting involved..... also me: but just to add one thing. i 100% agree with you tht anxiety can be manageable if u figure out a way. but not everyone is in tht same headspace uk? not everyone is at a place where they're ready to get better?? if tht makes sense. idk i'm not outraged by the drama just observing it :/ not unfollowing you tho! keep up the good sims posts <3

hey thanks 4 being nice to me !! n not unfollowing me lol ive already lost 5 followers but o well

anyways the thing abt all this drama that just pissed me off was that if they arent working bc of anxiety?? than dont complain about ur mum not dropping $200+ for you?? like idk its so ungrateful, but yeah i get that some people arent in the same headspace, i just couldnt imagine not working and than complaining abt not be given enough money uknow? this is all over the place lmao

anonymous asked:

people keep mentioning "gcon" whom I assume is gerard canonico, but the thing is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it should be "gcan",,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,w/ an "a",,,,,,,,,,,, cAnonico,,,,,.,.........,.,.,

yeah i USED to say gcan then i started mistyping as gcon and it just stuck djsjskjc

Short comic ideas that never drew
  • Robbie: Sporty... is coming tonight, and staying so... if you could- you know, go somewhere else for the night?
  • Glanni: Oh? Finally getting sexy with the hunky, honey?
  • Robbie: N-no! We're nothing like you and Íþró...
  • Glanni: Mmhm? How so? Tell me what's wrong with that, sweetie.
  • Robbie: We're taking things slow okay? Just- cuddling and stuff, jeez.
  • Glanni: Mmmmm...Cuddling, oh sure, the second hottest Rotten, cuddling with their at least half a year boyfriend. Sounds cuddly.
  • Robbie: Yeah, snuggling and cuddling is all we- wait! I'm the hottest Rotten!!
  • Glanni: MMMM SURE, sugar, you keep tellin' yourself that.

anonymous asked:

you know the fandom was pretty damn peaceful for a good time there, but then you came back and started stirring shit. Why cant you just let sleeping dogs lie?? Yeah, its shitty or whatever, but dear god cant this be over with already. This "picking sides" thing is ridiculous and childish. We're all here because we enjoy the same thing, not to have a civil war for christs sake

buddy, I’m not tagging any of these asks or personal posts with anything fandom related so I believe the solution to your dilemma is to either A, unfollow + block me or B, stop lurking on my blog for something to harass me about. up to you.

honestly this “i’ve become better than this entire sect of organization and conversation” elitism is exactly what “muh SJW” shit keeps going forward with

and yeah i’m not gonna say 4chan’s great. it’s only great if you have an objective reason to be there, like to find people for something specific, see reactions about news, get advice on a hobby.

but “outgrew” is so fucking passe. like what, you moved from one treehouse to another and now you’re too good for that last treehouse? fuck off.

every SJW i know who’s used 4chan and hated it were just people who didn’t see the appeal of “talk without repercussion about the thing you came to talk about.” that really is it. or they were teens who thought being a /b/tard would last forever and be fun forever, and got burned.

FYAD on SA was amazing, for it’s ability to concentrate negativity and pool it all out of people and make them realize that, no, they can’t really live life like this for real.

i’m not really dissing the main intent of those old-as-hell tweets, though. growing up on the internet, seeing an unfiltered amount of conversation on /b/ and other bad boards, it definitely helps you learn more about things in a gaudy, gross way. helps you see that it’s easier on your life to be kinder and warmer.

and now tumblr happened as an antithesis to that. Where everything’s warm sugar on the outside and hateful bile on the inside. and we’re nesting a generation of disgusting, sheltered little monsters with warped worldviews and evil, commanding intentions to force people to think the way they think. and naturally, people will point at other bad people and decry “they’re the thing i don’t like”. bronies or 4channers or SJWs or what-ever. but it’s okay. they’ll come out about as spiteful as your averaged bullied teenager before the internet did, right?

Fic Poll

Okay, so some of you are keeping up with my longer fics, which means you also know I s u c k at updating them, and right now I’m trying to do too many things at once so. Since you can’t do “polls” on tumblr just reblog/reply/whatever to let me know between these two projects which one you’re most anticipating a release of? Yeah? Cool.

Option 1: I’m Not Going Anywhere – this is the long fic that (was) season 4 spec and involves bellamy getting sick, clarke dealing with her fear of him dying, an absurd amount of platonic soft nonse, etc etc!

Option 2: Why the Change of Mind (More a Change of Heart) – this is the anastasia au but in altered canonverse, so you’ve got the system of arkers and grounders and stuff but the ark fell to the ground when clarke was little and, well, anastasia au from there, lol

Option 3: You hate/don’t care about either of those and want me to leave them alone

So, reply with what you want? Yeah? Thanks!

Also gonna tag a few folks that I ((((((((((think))))))))))) enjoy these? @blyedeeks @muffinblake @forgivenessishardforus @dr-camerongoodkin @philledwithstars ????? other people????? i dunno i’m sorry???????

okay, i was in the car with my sisters (who are both cishet), and one of them asked, “how lgbt friendly is our town?”

i responded immediately with, “not at all,” at the same time my other sister responded with, “well, it’s not *that* friendly.”

i was asked by both of them as to why i was insisting that no, our town (which is extremely small and can be summed up by the school, btw) is not lgbt friendly. i told them that so many kids threw around the f and d slurs, as well as calling people gay as an insult, and also, they make those “did you just assume my gender/i identify as an attack helicopter” jokes. keep in mind, i’m genderfluid and a lesbian, so yeah, these things are both *pretty* harmful to me. (granted, i’m not out to my family, so them not listening to what i had to say wasn’t (too much of) a problem, but that’s not the point.)

my other sister, who said that our town was *kind of* lgbt friendly, said, “well, yeah, but you’re going to find that in every school. what i mean is that no one - or at least most people - is going to get turned away for being gay.”

and you know what?


throwing around homophobic and lesphobic slurs and making homophobic and transphobic jokes is not “lgbt friendly,” no matter how normal it is. these things harm lgbt kids (i.e., me), and drive anyone who wants to come out further into the closet. i’m out as a lesbian to all my friends, but i would never dream of coming out as genderfluid to them, and you know why? it’s because they laughed at (not even made - laughed at) those “did you just assume my gender?” jokes. i’m fucking petrified of being myself around others because of these jokes. (goddamn jokes).

so no, our town is not lgbt friendly. i don’t give a shit that *most* people won’t get kicked out of their homes for being gay. as long as gay, trans, and nonbinary kids are being ostracized and pushed into the closet, our town is not lgbt friendly.

if you aren’t lgbt, you need to hold yourself to *way* higher standards than you are now. just because you wouldn’t kill your friend for being gay doesn’t mean you’re a good ally. if you throw around slurs (yes, even jokingly), if you call people gay as an insult, or if you make any of the “attack helicopter” jokes, you’re a shitty ally and an even shittier human.

(yes, cishets can reblog this - in fact, it’s encouraged.)

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.

Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

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ADHD is not “being hyper all the time.”
Why do people think that?

Sometimes it’s being unable to focus.
Sometimes it’s focusing too hard on the wrong thing.

Sometimes it’s thinking so quickly that your mouth can’t keep up so you trip over your words, and restarting takes a few minutes because your brain needs to backtrack to figure out what you were trying to say in the first place.

Sometimes it’s forgetting things easily or remembering the most random thing possible.

It’s more than just bouncing the Leg™ or fidgeting.

The H in ADHD is not dominant. It’s there, yeah, but it kinda shares the burden with the other aspects of the disorder.

Then again it sucks anyways, so yeah.

ADHD is not “constantly hyper.”

at this point, anyone not into power rangers should definitely blacklist it because i’m not holding back anymore and this blog is now Real Power Rangers Trash.

i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)

They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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Basic Aequis feather markings! (Exactly what it says on the tin…)

Each type has a tendency towards certain types of markings, and some markings are limited to select types. 

Accepted color palette ranges for each type will occur later, my head is kind of scrambled right now.

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jkguks

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos 
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 13002 words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood


Tell me your thoughts in the comments and ask box :)


“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande?  You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you. 

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

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★*゚‘゚・The Mummy (1999)

❝ What are you doing here? ❞
❝ You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me. ❞
❝ By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same. ❞
❝ I knew this was gonna be a lousy day. ❞
❝ Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender? ❞
❝ Then let’s run away. Right now. While we can still make it. ❞
❝ Now gimme your revolver, you’ll never use it anyway. ❞
❝ Let’s play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore. ❞
❝ What are ya doing?! Wait up! ❞
❝ I’m gonna get you for this! ❞
❝ I’m sorry, it was an accident. ❞
❝ Have you no respect for the dead? ❞
❝ Where did you get this? ❞
❝ Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich? ❞
❝ As the Americans would say: it’s all fairy tales and hokum. ❞
❝ I’m sure it was a fake, anyway. ❞
❝ You lied to me! ❞
❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞
❝ And what is he in prison for? ❞
❝ He said… he was just looking for a good time. ❞
❝ What did you find? What did you see? ❞
❝ Get me the hell outta here. ❞
❝ I will give you one hundred pounds to spare his life. ❞
❝ Yeah, I’d like ya to let me go. ❞
❝ Then we will kill her, we will kill her and all those with her. ❞
❝ For all the money we’re paying you, something better god-damned well be under that sand. ❞
❝ Do you really think he’ll show up? ❞
❝ Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. ❞
❝ I have come to protect my investment, thank you very much. ❞
❝ I only gamble with my life, never my money. ❞
❝ What makes you so confident, sir? ❞
❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. ❞
❝ Still angry that I kissed ya, huh? ❞
❝ The last time I was at that place everybody I was with died.  ❞
❝ By the way,… why did you kiss me? ❞
❝ You always did have more balls than brains. ❞
❝ Can you swim? ❞
❝ Americans. ❞
❝ I can’t believe the price of these fleabags. ❞
❝ All night you snored!  ❞
❝ What in bloody hell is this? ❞
❝ Ah, begging your pardon, but shouldn’t we be going? ❞
❝ You boys owe me five hundred dollars. ❞
❝ Where’d all these camels come from? ❞
❝ That thing gives me the creeps. ❞
❝ What are those mirrors for? ❞
❝ Who cares? I don’t see no treasure. ❞
❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞
❝ Mummies, my good son, this is where they made the mummies. ❞
❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞
❝ I’ve had worse. ❞
❝ Let’s be nice, children, if we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. ❞
❝And when those dirty Yanks go to sleep – No offence. ❞
❝ We’ll sneak up and steal that book right out from under them. ❞
❝ What do you suppose killed him? ❞
❝ I believe if I can see it and I  can touch it, then it’s real. That’s what I believe. ❞
❝ Why do you like to fight so much? ❞
❝ For them to protect it like this, you just know there’s got to be treasure down there. ❞
❝ …I am a librarian! ❞
❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞
❝ You dream about dead guys? ❞
❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞
❝ Oh my god, he was buried alive. ❞
❝ What are you going to do? Shoot him? ❞
❝ Did you see that!? Grasshoppers! Billions of grasshoppers! ❞
❝ That’s one of the plagues, right? The grasshopper plague! ❞
❝ Oh thank goodness, you’re one of the Americans, aren’t you? ❞
❝ Help me,… please,… help me. ❞
❝ No mortal weapons can kill this creature. He is not of this world. ❞
❝ You left me! You left me in the desert to rot. ❞
❝ Sweet Jesus! That tasted just like,…like… ❞
❝ You saved me from the undead. For this, I shall make you immortal. ❞
❝ There’s only one person I know who can possibly give us some answers. ❞
❝ And you think this justifies killing innocent people!? ❞
❝ Okay, let’s cut to the chase. He’s afraid of cats, what’s that about? ❞
❝ The hell with that! I’m not goin’ nowhere! We’re safe here. ❞
❝ What friend? You’re my only friend. ❞
❝ What are you looking for? Lie, and I’ll slit your throat. ❞
❝ Something about bringing his dead girly-friend back to life. He needs the book… ❞
❝ Ya know, ever since I met you, my luck has been for crap. ❞
❝ The hell with this. I’m goin, downstairs to get me a drink. You want somethin’? ❞
❝ Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞
❝ Jealous? You kiddin’ me? Did you see that guy’s face? ❞
❝ Is it dangerous? ❞
❝ Save the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy and steal his treasure. ❞
❝ You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself, always get their comeuppance. ❞
❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞
❝ He wants your heart and your brain, your liver, your kidneys… ❞
❝ I never killed a priest before. ❞
❝ Kill them! Kill them all! And bring me the Book Of The Living! ❞
❝ This just keeps gettin, better and better. ❞
❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞
❝ Well,… I guess we go home empty handed. ❞

so pensive. so mysterious. i wish i knew what was going through that eternally ticking mind of his, always thinking, always working, always hiding his true self from the world