This is pretty personal, so I’m just going to leave it under a read-more just so I can vent.

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accidentallytechnohazardous:

audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

Deceased

rip me

Dead.

Decomposed

(Source: setyourphaserstostun)

athoughtfulreminder:

One of the supporters of the ICM created this in response to the events taking place. People here are so kind for the most part, alhamdulilah.

I was so mad about this when I found out what was happening there.

(via mlovebug)

accidentallytechnohazardous:

kyrianne:

fablegate:

londonrains:

ennish:

assortedstufffuckyeah:

waltdisneyconfessions:

“I hate how people call Jessica Rabbit a slut, when one of her quotes defines her very character: “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn this way.” To me, she shows that just because a girl is beautiful or a bit busty in the chest doesn’t make her a slut, it just makes her gifted in that department. Not her fault that men fluttered around her, she didn’t ask for it. She could have had any man she wanted, and she married the guy that made her laugh”

THIS

THIS

Reblogging because THIS

ALL the THIS.

ALL OF THIS. YUP.

so agreeing with this

Besides, her whole deal is now much she loves Roger and she ignores every other male character? Being a “slut” would imply she’s not monogamous, which is hardly the case.

(not that there’s anything wrong with polyamory, or typical “slut” behavior, etc)

All my love for Jessica forever

andy-shunsho:

hellotailor:

hela-goddess-of-death:

“Loki is such a good father~”

Loki is such a good mother.

Oh no where is Jormungandr though. Poor baby.

(via accidentallytechnohazardous)

sekra:

Wow, Tony. He’s only going to get milk.

(via theladydoor)

"One of the ironies of courage, and the reason why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone."

Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts (via leenyk)

(via battlewhispers)

"The question is not: Can they reason?
Nor: Can they talk?
But: Can they suffer?"

 
Jeremy Bentham (philosopher, 1748 -1832)

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What is Emotional Abuse?

Abuse is any behavior that is designed to control and subjugate another human being through the use of fear, humiliation, and verbal or physical assaults. Emotional abuse is any kind of abuse that is emotional rather than physical in nature. It can include anything from verbal abuse and constant criticism to more subtle tactics, such as intimidation, manipulation, and refusal to ever be pleased.

Emotional abuse is like brain washing in that it systematically wears away at the victim’s self-confidence, sense of self-worth, trust in their own perceptions, and self-concept. Whether it is done by constant berating and belittling, by intimidation, or under the guise of “guidance,” “teaching,” or “advice,” the results are similar. Eventually, the recipient of the abuse loses all sense of self and remnants of personal value. Emotional abuse cuts to the very core of a person, creating scars that may be far deeper and more lasting than physical ones (Engel, 1992, p. 10).

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- UIUC Counselling Center (via emotionalabuseawareness)

(Source: counselingcenter.illinois.edu, via arfism)