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mspaintadventuring:

i want there to be a really awesome rebellious “strong and silent” anime character and later it is revealed that it’s not that they’re mysterious or cool tHEY JUST DON’T SPEAK A WORD OF JAPANESE AND THEY HAVE LITERALLY NO IDEA WHAT ANYONE IS SAYING

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" “Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”. “Friendzone” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “no”. "
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" The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have. "
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mccoyquialisms:

I am not a poet.
I am a scientist.
I can measure the exact frequency
of your voice when you speak my name,
but I cannot explain how it resonates
with such perfect clarity down my spine.
I can describe the process by which you inherited
your mother’s hair
and your father’s smile,
but I cannot explain where the twinkling galaxies
in your eyes came from.
I am baffled by the apparent gravitational anomaly
that draws me to you
with a force far too great for your size.
I know of no way to quantify 
the volume of your presence
in a room.

I am not a poet.
I am a scientist.
Prose is not my specialty.
I will never be able to combine words
to craft sonorous verses
as easily as I combine chemicals in a flask,
but know this — to me, you are every bit as fascinating
as the view through a microscope.
To me, you are a mystery greater
than any cat in a box,
and are fraught with as much uncertainty.
Each day brings new understanding of you, 
and the knowledge
that there is still far more 
to discover.

I am not a poet.
I am a scientist,
and there is nothing a scientist loves more 
than the the pursuit
of discovery.

pacificpikachu:

couldbebetterforsure:

bossanovabyss:

There has been an upsurge in Ash hate over the past couple of days—a result, I think, of Pokémon going up on Netflix—so I’m going to just lay down some truths about Ash, and why he’s fantastic, and why people should stop hiding behind their fanon interpretation of Red and using that as a reason why Ash is inferior to him.

So. Real talk.

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Read this, it’s absolutely wonderful. It has so much that I love from a defense of Ash, okay?

Ah, this is wonderful, and I totally agree with it! I also think it’s worth noting that the anime’s audience and writing style doesn’t allow for certain types of character progression. Ash is forced to be ignorant sometimes for the sake of the audience—the kids watching may not know what the Pokémon is, so of course Ash is always going to pull out his Pokédex, even if it’s something he’s seen a thousand times! And the cyclical (and seemingly endless) nature of the series means that Ash cannot progress too much, because ultimately he’ll be plopped back at the beginning of a region again, and have to face some challenges there, even at the beginning. It can be frustrating, as an adult viewer, but, I mean, it is what it is.

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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- It’s not that I don’t love you. 

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