your parenting is

Maybe it’s stupid, but I just wanted to say - I grew up with very supporting parents and took it for granted, and today, at the ripe age of 35, I just discovered my dad actually thinks I’m a loser, and idiot and a selfish bitch who’ll never amount to anything and doesn’t know what love is. And even if technically I don’t need him anymore, because I’m not a child, it’s still unsettling and wrong and it hurts - a lot. So I guess - really, all the kudos and all the hugs to anyone out there who had the shitty luck of hearing those things (and worse) when they were much younger - I’m now having a glimpse of what it means to move into a world where your parents don’t have any consideration for you or any trust in your abilities and opinions, and I can’t imagine how hard it must be to push against something like this as a kid - the determination it must take to love yourself and become your own person and follow your dreams despite what your parents think of you. Really, guys - if you grew up with abusive parents, you’re goddamn heroes. So much respect for you.

I cannot explain into words how sad I am about the Manchester incident, please please please if anyone of there stay safe and I hope all those missing children are able to come back alive and home to their parents. A cruel human being took many innocent lives away and I only pray the person responsible gets punished
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*COUGH*ask her to dance*COUGH*

If there’s anything I want more than a beach episode, it’s an episode where Team Voltron gets to relax and dance at a banquet or something after liberating a planet. Until then, I read all the fanfics where that happens instead. Please recommend some. Pfft. 

I need more of Allura in beautiful gowns. Maybe simultaneously kicking ass in one. I’d die. 

[1st attempt]

Peter: Hey, dad can we do this thing that you probably won’t approve of? 

Bucky: Ask your other dads. 

[2nd attempt]

Gwen: Hey, pop? Can we do this thing you most certainly won’t approve of? 

Steve: Ask your other dads. 

[3rd attempt]

Miles: Baba? Can we do this thing? 

T’Challa: Ask your other fathers.

[4th attempt]

Gwen, Peter & Miles: *collected the trio in frustration* Can we please do this? 

Steve, Bucky & T’Challa: Ask your mother. 

[final attempt]

Gwen, Peter & Miles: *surrendering* Can we -

Tony: No.

Fangirl problem #5

When you really want to contribute to your multifandom universe, but you don’t have any real skills.

  1. You suck at writing fanfiction
  2. You can’t draw
  3. You can’t come up with any cute Tumblr posts or memes
  4. You can’t even run any fan blogs because I mean you can hardly run your own confusing Tumblr.

So instead you just sit there, silently observing and supporting all those really talented people that actually contribute to your fandoms.

You guys are the real MVPs.

Originally posted by teambullshitsfakefan

someone on the TAZ tag wanted to see Taako cooking with his aunt, so here it is

Young Taako and his aunt whom I called Jeremiah in my head though I don’t know why

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Sherlolly Week Appreciation

Day 7: Free Choice.

AU in which Sherlock went to that fatal mission, but just to contradict his brother he came home after the six months planned!

He and Molly had a special goodbye, he gave her a ring as a promise and when he got back to London, found out that Molly waited for him, but she wasn’t alone.

Based on @mouseymodesty idea, hope you like it and thanks for your help!

Bonus:

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I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

this time, @evgirunslaad provided the inspiration with “Something just like this” by Chainsmokers and Coldplay
first i imagined the chorus from inko’s pov and god it’s perfect, but then i considered it from toshi’s pov AS WELL and gaaaahh *tears*

3-8/5-17 
orignial post 

more toshinko!

My Mum travelled to her motherland Kenya in 2014 for the first time in 5 years. The sun was setting, the rest of the family were in the living room playing and talking, I caught this candid moment of her in reflection sitting on the balcony overlooking the street near her childhood home.

By Imran Suleiman