yeah i really am posting it

Chapter 157 Feels Attack post

Soooo I think this’ll be the first time I’ll be this vocal about a chapter in BnHA because it’s just so  f u c k i n g  good! Of course, there were others that left me like a dying whale calling for help but yeah, you know the point.

1. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 1). So let me begin with this. I am not able to articulate how much I admire him in this panel. You can really see his motivation, his drive to become the very best (that no one ever was lol).

2. MY PROBLEM WITH SIR NIGHTEYE. I know at one point in our lives we wished for an ability to manipulate time (either travel back into the past or see into the future or both). As it is, time manipulation is indeed a very useful (and powerful, to some extent) power.

But I realized that with sir Nighteye, as the chapters in this arc progressed, he had the habit of treating his visions as black and white? Like if his “prophecy“ or vision did not happen then everything is screwed up goodbye everybody see you in Hero heaven. 

His foresight does him credit, I give him that. But the problem is that he eliminates all the other possibilities just because he saw one likely future. I surmise he lacks faith in other people twisting their fates, which is just sad. But Deku’s gonna make him realize that fates are indeed twistable. Which brings me to the next one…

3. OCHAKO BEING THE BEST GIRL. I’ve always rooted for her. I‘ve always considered her to be the best girl. But I‘ll be damned, this panel just made me decide that she’s really the bestest girl in BnHA.

As I pointed out in 2, Nighteye easily loses hope when everything goes south. That’s the cue for our best girl here. She won’t take any shit from a prophetic guy who tells her boy friend (see that space there? yes, that’s going to vanish soon enough HAHAHAHA) is going to die. While some may argue that the likeliness of Deku being gravely injured (or much worse, dying) is kind of high, given the situation, I agree with Ochako saying that nobody truly knows what’s going to happen until it actually happens.

It’s not blind optimism, everyone. There are times that we must keep on pushing despite everyone telling us that we’re going to fail.

Also, I feel like she’s gonna unleash the torrential rain of rocks just like she did in her fight with Bakugo during the Sports fest. Look at those floating rocks! 

I feel like I should point out that this is, to some extent, an IzuOca scene!!!!!!!!!! I’m screaming

4. NIGHTEYE’S EPIPHANY. After Ochako’s best girl moment, we see in the next panel that Nighteye was reminded of Deku’s (or Mirios? I have quite forgotten) attitude regarding those future mumbo-jumbos. I think he realized that he should not let whatever future laid out before him unfold without doing something about it, especially when it’s about the death of his comrade. I‘m looking forward to what he’s going to do when he gets to the surface.

5. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 2). Need I say something?

6. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 3). Let’s see what we have here. I love how he made Eri‘s quirk look so unaggressive? Like it was not meant for destruction but for helping people? Those words, uttered by our best cinnamon roll, were what Eri needed during that time. She needed to know that she was not some weapon of mass destruction. She needed to know that even if she couldn’t control her quirk, there was someone who would entrust his whole being to her care. It’s so beautiful I can‘t help but tear up a little.

7. DEKU BEING THE BEST BOI (part 4). I had to refrain from screaming outright at this part because my mother was lying beside me and she might think I finally lost it.

I’ve seen people say that Deku‘s plan is half insane, half maniacal. It’s true, to be quite honest. Using OfA at its full potential without any regards to his well-being just because he’s with a person that can rewind his physical state is plain insane to me.

However, what I see in there is his complete trust in Eri that she won’t hurt him. Just like what I said in the previous item, Eri needed someone to see her as a person, not a tool. Deku, being the smart cookie he is, knew that and gave Eri the confidence boost she unknowingly needed.

And that’s it folks! Damn, it felt so cathartic, ranting like that. I initially thought this arc would be boring but boy was I wrong. I found myself hotly anticipating every chapter that comes out every week, especially when it features my best boi. GAH PLEASE GIVE ME THE NEXT CHAPTER 

So i saw a post a few days ago about neurotypicals who say that stim/fidget toys make you *less* focused and how fucked that is and it got me thinking of an analogy.

So you know when you try on a friend’s glasses and you can’t see shit???? Their glasses make your vision worse, right? But you realize that it’s because YOU DON’T NEED THEM. You might mention or make a joke about how blurry things are for you, but you still understand and appreciate that the glasses help your friend see, even though they aren’t good for you personally.

So when you try your friend’s tangle or fidget cube and claim, as a blanket statement, that it makes you *less* focused and that your friend should stop using it for that reason?? You’re being just as much of an asshole as if you tried on your friend’s glasses and said “wow, you know these ACTUALLY make your vision WORSE, right???” because you’re assuming that your experience is the same as theirs when it’s really, really not.

Belle and Adam at some point in the future
  • Some people: When did you fell in love with the Prince, Belle?
  • Belle: Well, you know, I am not really sure...it happened gradually... I can't really fix on one moment...
  • Adam: *raises his eyebrows at her*
  • Belle: *blushes and looks away from him*
  • Belle: So, um, yeah, that's how it was...
  • Some people: Oh, that's nice. *they leave*
  • Belle: ...
  • Adam: ...
  • Belle: ...
  • Adam: It was the library, wasn't it?
  • Belle: I ADMIT TO NOTHING!

me to me: hey, where’s the au where Jack jumps into a taxi to escape crazy fans and Bitty’s already using the taxi

me to me: georgia, you write stuff. you can just… write that

me to me: hey, good point

The door opens and shuts again quickly, which is strange enough as the taxi is sitting in the middle lane at a light that’s just turned green. What is more strange though, is a man throws himself into the car at the same time.

Bitty would ask ‘what the hell’, but he’s currently cradling his nose in his hands, having suffered an elbow to the face as the stranger slid across the car seat without looking.

“Crisse. Fuck. Shit. I am so sorry.”

The man turns to him. Bitty’s eyes are watering and he blinks to try and clear them. He’s fairly certain the man in the taxi with him is Jack Zimmermann.

The taxi driver has either not noticed what has happened, or is used to strange occurrences in their taxi, and is still driving Bitty on toward his apartment.

“Are you alright?” The man who Bitty is now convinced is Jack Zimmermann-he’s got a line of stitches on his jaw from a rough check in a game Bitty watched two nights ago–asks worriedly, hands dancing around Bitty’s face like he wants to make sure but is afraid to touch.

Bitty pulls his hands away and looks down. No blood. He presses his fingertips gently to his nose. It’s tender, but not horribly so.

“I’m good.”

Jack sighs and slumps back into the seat. “Thank god.”

He shuts his eyes and leans his head against the backrest. Bitty watches him, speechless. What are you meant to say when one of your favourite athletes ambushes your taxi? There is no precedent for that.

Eventually, Jack opens his eyes and turns to Bitty. “I really am sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I got in here.”

“Jumped,” Bitty corrects.

“Pardon?”

“Oh, it’s just. It’s more like you jumped in here, you know.”

Jack rubs at the back of his neck as his eyes drop to Bitty’s nose. “Yeah, guess so.”

Bitty nods slowly at him, and waits for further explanation, which doesn’t seem forthcoming. It’s not exactly surprising, judging from what little Bitty knows of Jack’s character from post-game interviews and Falconers Face-offs. He’s never been as verbal as some of his teammates. Still, you would think this situation would warrant an explanation.

“Why did you?” Bitty eventually asks, too curious to leave it alone.

Jack’s eyes dart out the window, then land back on Bitty. “It’s, uh, a little embarrassing, truthfully.”

“Try me.”

“Alright. I was–No, I should start with,” Jack mumbles to himself, then clears his throat. “I play hockey, and I’m, well, I’m… known.”

Bitty finds it almost endearing how uncomfortable Jack looks saying it.

Bitty nods. “I knew that part.”

Jack raises his eyebrows. “Really? But you haven’t–I mean, you’re not reacting…” He stops himself with a huff. “I really don’t know a good way to say it.”

“Star-struck?” Bitty suggests.

“Eh,” Jack shrugs.

“I played in college,” Bitty tells him. “Lived in a frat house with hockey players for years. You’ve lost all aura of mystery and un-touchability to me, I’m afraid.”

Jack looks him over, and Bitty can guess what thoughts are going through his head. Thankfully, he refrains from saying anything. Bitty might have thrown him out the taxi if he did.

“I don’t mind. It’s… a nice change, truthfully.” Jack even smiles at Bitty as he says it. It’s small, sure, but it’s also an expression Bitty has never ever seen on his face. It feels nice to be shown something of who Jack really is. Bitty looks out the window before he starts reading into it and spins this random encounter into a fantasy. He’s surprised to see he’s only a few blocks from home. It’s felt like no time at all.

“I was running away from some of the, uh, ‘other’ kind of fans,” Jack tells Bitty.

Bitty swings his head back around. “Who says I’m a fan?” he teases with mock-offense.

“Oh.” Jack looks abashed. “I just assumed, because you knew who I was. That’s terrible.”

Bitty laughs. “No, you’re right. You’re a great player.”

Jack seems to wait a second to see if Bitty will go back on his word. When he doesn’t, Jack gives that same small smile again, and dips his head down and away. Every second he spends in Jack’s presence, Bitty feels like he’s learning more about him.

“I’m almost done with the taxi,” Bitty tells Jack as the driver pulls around the corner onto his street.

“Oh,” Jack says, looking at Bitty. If he didn’t know any better, Bitty would call the expression on his face disappointment.

“It’s been nice talking with you, Jack.”

“Yeah. You too, ah…”

“Eric.”

Jack holds out his hand, and Bitty takes it. Jack’s hand feels big around his own, and surprisingly cold. Bitty can’t help but try and memorise as much of the feel of it as he can. He drops Jack’s hand quickly when he catches on to what he’s doing though. He doesn’t want to seem creepy, or like those ‘other fans’ Jack mentioned earlier.

The driver pulls up to the curb where Bitty directs him. Bitty reaches into his pocket for his wallet, but is stopped as Jack grabs onto his wrist.

Bitty tilts his head at Jack.

“Let me pay,” Jack says. “It’s only fair.”

“It’s really alright,” Bitty refutes automatically, distracted by the feeling of Jack’s fingers on his arm.

“Please. I want to. You didn’t have to let me stay in here with you.”

Bitty opens his mouth to decline again, but Jack adds on, “Plus, you know I’m good for it.”

Bitty stares at Jack for a moment before nodding his head.

He gets out and shuts the door behind him. The taxi idles on the curb as he searches for the keys to get into the building. He feels eyes on him and turns around to see Jack watching him through the window. He gestures to Jack to drive on, but Jack shakes his head.

Bitty turns back to the door and bites his lip, feeling flustered at the consideration Jack’s showing him. His hand shakes a little as he tries to fit the key in the lock, but he manages to get the door open, and turns to wave goodbye to Jack before closing the door behind him.

He walks up the stairs to his apartment in a daze, thinking that tonight is a memory he’s going to carry with him forever. The night he shared a taxi with Jack Zimmermann.

Inside his apartment, Bitty holds his hand in front of his face. He curls his fingers down to his palm, closing his eyes and remembering what it felt having Jack’s hand in his.

He sighs out as he opens his eyes. He’s not going to spin a crazy future for him and Jack out of this one interaction. At least, not after tonight he won’t.

[read part two]

Don’t Doubt Your Writing

Anonymous asked: “Any advice for the crippling self-doubt with writing? I do short stories and I never think they’re good enough.”

Get ready for probably one of the worst pep-talks ever written. The first time I heard someone say (and not to me actually), “No one asked you to be a writer,” was probably the first time I realized I didn’t actually have to write. 

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Elle Woods is just like “I don’t need a back up, I’m going to Harvard” and she fucking works her ass off and does it?? Like people tell her she can’t do it or not to and she just smiles and says “I’m going to Harvard” like she is never deterred and tbh I am now taking that stance in life whenever I get discouraged or something I’m just going to smile and say “I’m doing this”

y'all remember in TLO (the last olympian) how annabeth took that knife for percy even though she was completely defenseless? she didn’t know where percy’s achilles heel was until later, and although she knew he was invincible, she still took a poisoned knife for him. and later we learn that if she hadn’t saved percy, he would have died because somehow ethan nakamura had been targeting his back (where his achilles heel was). sometimes i think that if percy had died, a small part of annabeth would have died too. we already know how she worried over him when he was missing/taken by hera (ugh), and clearly we should not for a second, ever doubt that percy loves annabeth more, or that she doesn’t love him enough. i feel as if we’re a bit more biased towards percy (ngl, I am), but we’ve had an entire series from his point of view and so we never really got to understand annabeth’s emotions and viewpoint on percy for the entire first series. yeah, percy jumping in tartarus for annabeth was a dam(n) great sacrifice, but always remember the pjo series when annabeth shielded percy, when she herself wasn’t sure if she was going to live.

so yeah. you asked for it and i had no self control so here i am, with another animatic

Thoughts Every Journal-Keeper Has Had

•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?

It can’t be just me 😂

ive been meaning to redraw this for quite awhile… one of my first drawings I posted, and still one of my most popular. Its been a massive change since then, obviously… wonder if it was for better or worse… new style doesnt like gif rendering tho OTZ so jagged 

Killer

So this is a continuation of a little drabble that I did awhile ago. The first part is the drabble and then after the first break it’s all new! Hope you like it! Send me some feedback and if you’d like to see a part 2!


The gun tumbles from your hand, blood splatter slowly dripping from your mask. The Joker’s body lies crumpled to the side, half of his face blown off, skull in pieces at your feet. Jason lies a few feet away, staring at you in complete shock.

“Mom … mom what did you do?” His voice is soft, lost.

“I killed him, sweetheart”

“Mom, Bruce’ll …”

“I don’t give a shit what your father says right now, baby. You said that you wouldn’t stop killing until the Joker was dead, that once he was dead you would stop.” You nudge the Jokers cooling body with your boot, “This man has cause too much pain in all of our lives. Your father might have a ‘no killing’ rule, but I don’t”

“Mom he’s gonna hate you” Slowly Jason rises to his feet.

“He’ll get over it, he has to. Do you think this is the first time I’ve ever killed someone?”

Jason stills, eyes wide and you reach out, gently drawing your second son into a tight hug, “I love you, Little Wing”

Your son sniffs, clutching you tighter, “Love you too, mom. Thank you”

“You don’t need to thank me, just promise me that you’ll stop killing. Promise me that I didn’t just break a promise to my husband and kill the Joker in vain”

“I promise. I – I don’t want to stop using the guns, but I can get rubber bullets, use non-deadly force”

Patting his cheek gently, you turn and head out of the warehouse, “You’ll come by the Manor more, won’t you?”

“Yeah, mom, I will. Bruce and I are long overdue for a talk”

“Mmhhmm, I know. After this, I think we’ll have to sit everyone down for a talk, explain what I did and why”

“They’ll understand with time”

“I hope so, son. I really hope so.”

You and Jason make your way back to the Cave, dreading the upcoming confrontation.

“Listen to me, Jay. When we get back I want you to take your brothers upstairs, I need to talk to Bruce. If they ask questions, just tell them that I’ll talk to them in the morning, okay?”

Jason’s lip curls slightly in distaste, he always hated it when you treated him like a child, “I don’t want to leave you alone with him. He’s going to be angry, what if he …”

“He won’t hurt me, sweetheart. Even if he’s angry he won’t hurt me, not physically”

“I know you could handle him if he attacked physically, but Bruce knows how to use his words to hurt someone, and he … tends to overreact”

You chuckle, “That’s an understatement”

–-

By the time you finally pull into the Batcave, Bruce, Damian and Dick are waiting, arms crossed and angry. At the moment, you’re glad that Tim is away visiting the Titans or he’d be waiting for you too.

“Y/N …”

“Give me a second” You turn, facing your children, “Boys I want you to go upstairs. Bruce and I need to talk … alone. I will talk to everyone, explain everything, tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mom …”

“Dick, I need to talk to Bruce. I promise that I will talk to you tomorrow. I know you don’t like to be excluded, but this is something that we need discuss as husband and wife”

You go around, giving each of the boys a hug before watching them file up the stairs. Taking a breath, you brace yourself for the upcoming argument.

“Bruce, hear me out …”

“I can’t believe you would do something like this. We made an agreement. When we got married you promised that you would never kill again, and now you’ve broken that promise! Damnit, Y/N!”

“Bruce, please, just let me explain -”

“I don’t want to hear your damn excuses, Y/N! You broke the one promise I needed you to keep! Did the only thing I can’t forgive!”

You jerk back, “Can’t forgive?”

Bruce draws himself up to his full height, and it isn’t Bruce that’s staring back it’s Batman, “Y/N Wayne, I am putting you under arrest for the murder of the Joker. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say -”

“You’re arresting me? What the fuck, Bruce! I’m your wife!”

Bruce’s lips curl up in a sneer, and he jerks your arms around, fastening the cuffs to your wrists, “No, you’re not. My wife would never have betrayed me like this”

“Bruce!”

“Master Bruce, what in the world is going on here?!” Alfred’s voice echoes slightly in the Cave

“Y/N is under arrest for murder. She killed the Joker tonight, and she has to be punished like every other murderer in Gotham”

“Miss Y/N is your wife! What you are doing is ridiculous!”

“I’m not asking for your approval, Alfred. I am taking Y/N down to the police station, where I will turn her over to Commissioner Gordon”

“Damnit Bruce! I did it for Jason! I did it to get him to stop killing! You’ve never turned him in for killing, why are you turning me in?!”

“You murdered a man, Y/N. You aren’t any better than the rest of the murdered and scum that plague Gotham”

You’re stunned into silence. Of all the scenarios that had run through your head this was not one of them. You had never thought that your own husband would arrest you and have you thrown into jail, that he wouldn’t even listen to you.

“Master Bruce, please reconsider -”

“Alfred, I don’t want the kids to know about this. Just tell them that I went out for one more round around the city.”

Being dropped off on the roof of the GCPD with Commissioner Gordon is one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to you.

“Commissioner”

“Sparrow. I can’t say that you are who I was expecting when Batman called and told me that he was personally dropping off a murderer”

“Well, apparently killing the Joker is where Batman draws the line, and he turns on his own family”

Jim Gordon hums, placing his one hand on your elbow he helps you stand up, “I’m really sorry for this, Sparrow, but I have to take you into custody. Batman’s already read you your rights, but I’ll have to read them to you again, and then I’ll need you to tell me where the Joker’s body is”

“I understand, Jim, you’re not the one I blame for this situation.”

Thankfully, Jim gives you your own cell and doesn’t force you to take off your mask. “I’ll try and figure something out, Sparrow, but I’m not sure how Batman expected me to charge you for murder if I don’t know your identity”

“Don’t worry, Jim, we’ll figure something out”

“I really hope so. I honestly don’t even know if I can charge you for anything, because technically you don’t even exist”

“You just do what you have to. I’ll get out of this fine”

Jim nods and scratches the back to his head, “You have one phone call, do you want to use it now, or later?”

“I’ll use my comm unit, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead, I have to stand here for the conversation, but it’s fine”

Reaching up you gently press a finger to the comm unit, quickly switching channels to the one you need. “Oracle?”

“Sparrow? Are you alright? Do you need backup? I don’t see you on any cameras”

“You aren’t looking at the right cameras. I’m at the GCPD, O”

“You’re – you’re in one of the cells … what happened? Why are you -”

“Calm down, that’s why I’m calling you. I – I killed the Joker, O. I know you probably heard about that already, though. Batman – Batman wasn’t happy with me, he arrested me and dropped me off here”

“What do you need me to do? I can have someone come break you out -”

“No, I don’t need anyone else getting on B’s bad side tonight. You have access to my accounts, I need you to post my bail. Preferably quickly, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible”

“I can call some of my contacts, see who the judge is going to be and have him post your bail as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, O”

“Sit tight, Sparrow.”

You let out a strained chuckle, “Not much else to do here, O”

“I’ll contact you as soon as I have something. Oracle out”

Turning back to the commissioner you give him a shaky smile, “I have my people working on bail for me, Jim. She’ll contact me as soon as she has something”

“I’ll wait in my office for a call then”

It only takes Oracle two hours to have your bail posted and for you to be released.

“Thanks, O”

“No problem, Sparrow. Did B really arrest you?”

“Yeah, yeah he did. Listen, kid, I’m tired. I’m heading to one of my safe houses, and no I’m not telling you which one even though I know you’ll figure it out, but please … don’t tell the boys where I am, especially B, I just – I just can’t handle them right now”

“I understand. Get some rest, Mama Bird, I’ll contact you in the morning”

“Thanks”

Slowly you make your way to the rooftops, and travel to your most secure safe houses, one of the ones that even Bruce doesn’t know about. Quickly peeling off your costume, you take a quick shower and collapse in bed. Everything that you’ve managed to bottle up so far comes rushing out. You let out a chocked sob, curling tightly into a ball you finally let yourself cry.

7

Mark: Whether I’m gay or not has no reflection –

Owen: No, it does. Just listen –

Julia: I don’t think that you have ownership of horror of this crime.

Owen: Can I just say, I find this, I find this astonishing.

Julia: I’m not Jewish and I’m not gay, I’m not French, but I still am equally horrified by these crimes.

Owen: This was a – I’m being yelled at, which is incredible.

Julia: Stop talking so [we hadn’t do].

Mark: That’s the headline: ‘Isil wages war on gays in west’. Now you share that view, that basically this was deliberately targeted on one part of the community rather than the freedom to enjoy yourself no matter what your sexual orientation is.

Owen: What are you talking about?!?

Mark: I’m talking about the coverage in the newspapers.

Owen: It’s not some abstract, kind of, he just picked a random club out of nowhere. He picked a club because it was full of people he regarded as deviants. That’s why he attacked the club.

Julia: It’s a hate crime, this is an act of terrorism, it was an attack on gay people, absolutely, it was horrific. However, my mind guesses this man probably would be as horrified by me as a gobby woman as he would – genuinely, genuinely – this is the thing. We don’t know right now. We can speculate, but we don’t know how much of this is motivated by just his homophobia.

Owen: We heard from his own father about his revulsion – why are we trying to deflect? Why are you both pick-

Mark: We are not trying to deflect. We are trying to reflect what is being said by the authorities here and –

Owen: Can I ask, what argument are you trying to pick here?

Mark: I’m now going to quote from what The Telegraph is saying…’his father said…[he] may have targeted the gay community after becoming angry when he saw two men–’

Owen: ‘May have’? He did! Why are you saying this?

Julia: ‘After seeing two men kissing in Miami some months ago’ – he may have been angered by many other things since then!

Owen: I’m sorry. I just find this the most astonishing thing I’ve ever been involved with on television. If he’d walked into a synagogue, and massacred dozens of Jewish people, you wouldn’t be saying what you’re saying now.

Owen: This bizarre attempt to deflect from this –

Mark: We are trying to draw parallels in terrorist attacks on people who are being attacked whether they are enjoying rock music in Paris, whether they are gay people in Florida enjoying a night out.

Julia: I completely accept it, as [Mark] does, that it was a homophobic attack, but for me the issue is there are going to be homophobic people, there’ll be people who hate black people, or who hate gay people, or hate Jewish people. There are going to be people, who are lunatics, who are fanatics –

Owen: Who are “lunatics”! Stop using these words, Julia!

Julia: Is it possible for me to finish one sentence?

Owen: If you stop using words like “lunatic” to talk about homophobic terrorist attacks!

Julia: Well thank you. Whoever these people are, and whatever their motivations are, the key thing is we’re always going to have mad and bad people in the world.

Owen: Mad and bad people. Okay.

Julia: And the key issue is, that they can’t do too much or any harm. When you have free access to assault weapons in a country like America, then they’re able to put their hatred of other people –

Owen: Yes! Obviously!

Julia: – into effect, and do damage. That’s the issue for me.

(discussion between Mark and Julia on gun control and the U.S. …Julia: It is absolutely absurd, if America were not going to do something about gun control after Sandy Hook in 2012, if you’re going to watch six- and seven-year-olds being massacred and you don’t think you need to act, they are never going to act.)

Mark: There’s something else here in The Telegraph coverage, which I think we need to bring up, Owen, in relation to your point. And that is, I think that we’ve got at least a call from a spokesman for Stonewall saying that people would be feeling vulnerable, and basically indicating –

Owen: Oh, you’re going to have an LGBT voice talking about it. Interesting.

Mark: Sorry?

Owen: Nothing, carry on. Go on.

Julia: Owen, seriously.

Owen: I’ve had enough of this. I’m going home. Sorry. No way.

Julia: Owen, genuinely, we’re trying to have a civilized conversation.

Owen: I know you’re having it, I don’t want it!

Julia: I know you’re upset, you’re very upset –

Owen: Yeah, I am, I’m very upset. I’m very upset.

Julia: Everyone’s upset and angry about this, but storming off a TV set –

Owen Jones, Mark Longhurst, and Julia Hartley-Brewer discuss the Pulse nightclub shootings, 12 June 2016

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Just some sweet beans I drew two days ago.

Yes, Jeremys drawing is the reaction to Michael…because…Michael.
You guys get me.

I really like how this turned out :^
(I even made a Speedpaint, but I am unsure to post it..anyways)

So…yeah~ Have a good day or…something, idk, who ever reads this :>

ALSO
Bonus:

(drawing this jerk was actually very funny)

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your blog! I know the fandom is split and dying (sorry) after the last season of Sherlock, but I'm still really into it, and I am wondering if you can recommend other Sherlock blogs or blogs that make Sherlock edits, caps, gifs, etc? I have no CW issues. Thanks!

aww thank you :) well, believe it or not I don’t check my dash all that much, so here are just a bunch of peeps I follow who post regular sherlock content, both reblogged and original. I’m bad at this so if I haven’t included you, let me know and I’ll add you. 

@billpottz @love-in-mind-palace @221booksinthetardis @thelostsmiles @billpottz @violincameos @sherlockscotts @rominatrix @sherlock @billpottz @sherlockbbcgifs @watsonshoneybee @hudders-and-hiddles @billpottz @halloawhatisthis @bbcbluebell @shrlckholmes @88thparallel @billpottz @starfleetholmes @pearsonsjack @qveerholmes @xthismeanswar @billpottz @simpleanddestructivechemistry oh yeah @billpottz

if you’re a sherlock blog and/or make sherlock content, add yourself ♥

tbh the main difference between tom and dumbledore is that tom prefers to get to the crux of the matter whereas dumbledore is more partial to soul-searching

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“this is the only place we’re gonna be able to try it, is in my memory.”

“rick, you’re doing this bit while your brain is melting.”


hi sorry ive been real inactive lately enjoy this sloppy screenshot redraw

OKAY story time so i have to audition for school next month and im singing turn it off so what better way to prepare than draw elder mckinley am i right

anonymous asked:

If only momtaku's fans knew how awful she was for supporting this post and agreeing that Armin meta for him surviving is useless and obsolete: h t t p : / / lostcauses - noregrets. tumblr. com/post/157034914010/hey -ive-got-an- ideawhy -dont- we- all-just