Hello! Truth be told I have no idea how you ended up here, but welcome. I only have the one blog, which means it gets filled up with a lot of unrelated things. There will be numerous fandoms, posts about privilege and oppression, and lots and lots of pretty pictures. Frequently school gets in the way and this Tumblr goes dormant, and then break comes along and I queue up a flood of posts, so don't follow if you like your dash to be somewhat regular. I'm working on plans for a hobbit hole mansion that me and my friends will live in. If you have ever thought about your own dream-home, then pretty please will you tell me about it? I don't put up pictures or much biographical information about myself, but you can call me Sakura Nicole. Despite my name I am white, and I’m sorry if I ever misled anybody on that account, it would have been completely unintentional. Oh, and even though this blog may not always be active, I will always answer my asks, so that's open if you ever need to talk to someone or rant. P.S. I do occasionally put up personal posts, usually under a read more. I would never ask anybody to not read something I put out there publicly, but if I know you in person could you at least pretend you didn't read it? Please and Thank You.
It’s time to take a few words back from the ignorant mouths of those that applaud injustice.
1-Victim. Victim is not a bad word. Stop using it as if it were a negative. The entire point of the word is that something happened that a person had no control over. If you say things like, “You’re making them out to be victims, like they’re children or something.” You may now leave Earth. Rockets board at midnight.
2-Offended. If you are a person who says things like, “I’m sorry you were offended” you are likely a person who is offended by offense. Which makes you, the least interesting character in every TV show, movie, book and imagined scenario. If someone is offended, it doesn’t make them weak, wrong or “Politically Correct.” It makes them a human being who is offended. By the way, just to reiterate, when you complain about people being offended, you are saying that you are offended by offence. Now that is what I call weak.
3-“Politically Correct.” Ever notice that being “PC” is tantamount to not thinking it’s funny to step on people? Isn’t it telling that you can be called “PC” for simply doing something decent? Don’t you hate when you’re just walking down the street and someone says something, oh I don’t know, racist. Then, you say something like, “Yeah that’s not okay.” Then, their head expands and explodes in slow motion as the words “PC Police” fall from their lips? Funny how you only hear this from bigots. Hmmm…I wonder why?
4-Ironically. When used to describe something you said, wore, ate, drank, watched, ect [Read: All things “Hipster”] what you’re really saying is that you don’t have the backbone to stand up to your friends. If you need the “I was just doing/saying it ironically” excuse, you have no strength in your own convictions and are using the “Ironically” comment to make it seem like you don’t REEEEEEALLY like what you are wearing, what you said, what you drank [PBR? Really kids?] etc. Find your backbone. PS-There is no such thing as being “Ironically” racist. You’re just plain old racist.
5- Illegal Alien/Illegal Immigrant. It’s Undocumented Citizen or Undocumented Worker. Learn it. Use it. Go forth and be great.
I like the phrase “with all due respect” because if I don’t feel like I owe them respect then they don’t get any either.
I just realized that “lead” rhymes with “read”, but “lead” also rhymes with “read”.
you piece of shit.
You just broke the English language.
HOWEVER, “lead” doesn’t rhyme with “read.”
And now I shall go nuts trying to figure out which pronunciation goes with which word in the doesn’t rhyme one.
Should I point out that led rhymes with red, and also rhymes with lead, but not read?
but it does rhyme with read.
No, it rhymes with read but not read.
There is a HUGE difference between “sorry your feelings got hurt” and “sorry I purposefully hurt your feelings”
and if you can’t see that, then please never ever speak to me
Well said. The former places blame on the offended for being overly sensitive and doesn’t give any responsibility to the person making offensive statements. It’s not an apology, it’s an attack.
It’s not an apology, it’s an attack.
It’s not an apology, it’s an attack.
It’s not an apology, it’s an attack.
I before E
except when you run a feisty heist on a weird beige foreign neighbour
“English doesn’t borrow from other languages. English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.”
― James Nicoll
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
every time I use “they” to refer to a single gender-unknown person on Tumblr, another piece of my grammar-filled heart shatters, and the pieces scatter at the bottom of hell
“They” has been a singular pronoun for hundreds of years, you melodramatic dipshit.
well… actually… no… they is plural. people use they when they should use he, she, or it.
dense motherfucker, the pronoun “they” is an english equivalent for the third person indefinite singular and has been for literally centuries. it remains morphologically and syntactically plural therefore you don’t need to shit your little pantaloons at compromising your surely rock solid grammar rules.
i guarantee every fuckin time you’ve ever had to refer to a person of an unknown gender you’ve used “they” subconsciously. (“The post clerk gave me a message for you.” “Oh, what did they say?”) but you only have a problem with it when people specify it as a pronoun for themselves because you’re a shitlord i fuckin guess.
grammarized straight into hell
I want to make love to this post.
Tamora Pierce -Briar’s Book (via akatriel-rowanborn)
Is there anyone among us who doesn’t think Star Wars could use a little Nick Fury? (Source)
…it’s a universe with a well-established history of just cloning the shit out of people at the slightest excuse. Samuel L. Jackson could theoretically play every role in the next movie without it being that implausible, by Star Wars standards.
Holy shit I would pay twice the going rate for a movie ticket to see a film performed entirely by Samuel L. Jackson. I don’t even care what film. Star Wars, Pride & Prejudice, Sherlock Holmes, The Godfather…Any. Movie.
“From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and fucking conceit made me realize that you were the last motherfucker in the world I could ever be fucking prevailed upon to marry.”
It is a truth fucking universally acknowledged that a single motherfucker in possession of a giant motherfucking fortune must be in want of a goddamn wife.
“The fucking recollection of what I said—of my fucking conduct, my fucking manners, my motherfucking expressions during it, is now, and has been many fucking months, goddamned painful to me. Your reproof, I shall never fucking forget: ‘had you behaved like less of a motherfucker.’ Those were your goddamned words. You know not, you can scarcely fucking conceive, how they have tortured me.”
“Really, Watson, you fucking excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the fucking accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have fucking habitually underrated your own motherfucking abilities. It may be that you are not yourself fucking luminous, but you are a motherfucking conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a fucking remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your fucking debt.”
Motherfucker, mama always said life was like a box of fucking chocolates. You never fucking know what you’re gonna get.
To fuck up a motherfucker or to not fuck up a motherfucker, that is the question.
Guys this is the kind of thinking that got Snakes On A Plane made
But soft! What fucking light through yon motherfucking window breaks! It is the fucking east, and that motherfucker Juliette is the fucking sun
“Harry, you’re a mothafuckin wizard.”
“Bitch, did I stutter?”
“A little motherfucking sea-bathing would set me up for fucking ever.”
“About three goddamn things I was absolfuckinglutely postive. First, Edward was a motherfucking vampire. Second, there was a part of his sparkly blood drinking ass — and shit if I know how strong that part of the cold bastard might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was fucking unconditionally, irrefuckinvocably, in motherfucking love with the pale ass blood drinking motherfucker. “
We want the finest motherfuckin’ cakes known to humanity. We want them fuckers here and we want them fuckers now!
“One day, and that fuckin’ day may never come, I may call upon your bitch ass to do me a motherfuckin’ favor. But for now, consider this a fuckin’ piece of generosity on the day of my daughter’s fuckin’ wedding.”
“You cannot fucking stain a motherfucking black coat.”
“And none for Gretchen motherfucking Weiners, bye.”
“My good fucking opinion, once lost, is lost forever, motherfucker.”
We must be as swift as the fucking cold river, with all the force of the badass typhoon, screw shit up like the goddamn fire, mysterious as the mutherfucking dark side of the motherfucking moon.
“I’M FLYING MOTHERFUCKERS!”
The wand chooses the god damn wizard motherfucker!
Mr. Kane was a man who got everything he wanted and then lost it. Maybe Motherfucker was something he couldn’t get, or something he lost. Anyway, it wouldn’t have explained anything; I don’t think any word can explain a man’s life. No, I guess Motherfucker is just a… piece in a jigsaw puzzle… a missing piece.”
“With great motherfucking power comes great motherfucking responsibility.”
“I will take the motherfucking ring to fucking Mordor.” [pause] “Though I do not know the motherfucking way.”
“I’m the mother fucking Doctor, bitch! I’m worse than everybody’s fucking aunt!”
“Pay no fucking attention to that motherfucker behind the curtain.”
One ring to rule those bitchasses, one ring to goddamn find them, one ring to bring all those motherfuckers and in darkness bind them.
“I’m gonna fucking steal the Declaration of Motherfucking Independence.”
“Your ass shouldn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, motherfucker.”
“Lemme tell you a riddle. Your ass is waitin for a train, a train that will take your ass far away. You know where you hope this motherfuckin train will take you, but you don’t motherfuckin know for goddamn sure. But it doesn’t motherfuckin matter. How the fuck can it not matter to you where the fuck this train takes your ass?”
“Fuckers assume that time is a fucking strict progression of motherfucking cause to motherfucking effect. But actually from a goddamned non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it’s more like a big motherfucking ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey…goddamned stuff.”
Toto, I’ve got a goddamn feeling we ain’t in motherfucking Kansas no more.
One morning I shot a motherfucking elephant in my fucking pajamas. How the fuck it got there, I don’t motherfucking know.
Guys Star wars happens “A long long time ago, In a galaxy Far Far away” Fury hasn’t been born yet in them.
Only if you assume that George Lucas was making a documentary. Otherwise for all we know the actual intended audience of the piece was Jack Harkness sitting around on Boeshane in the year 5122.
Also this seems to indicate a despicable lack of faith in the time travel abilities of Nick Fury.
Or that you think our current Nick Fury is not himself potentially a clone of the Furies that existed a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
…and now I am picturing Samuel L. Jackson as all three Greek Furies.
“We’re here for vengeance, motherfuckers!”
Either way, you’ll be receiving a visit from Director Fury shortly. I strongly suggest you have an explanation prepared.
Seven motherfucking minutes ago… we, your forefather motherfuckers, were brought forth upon a most motherfucking excellent adventure conceived by our new friends, Bill… and Ted. These two great motherfucking gentlemen are dedicated to a proposition which was true in my motherfucking time, just as it’s true today. Be motherfucking excellent to each other. And… MOTHERFUCKING PARTY ON, DUDES!
“As you goddamm wish.”
“I AM MOTHERFUCKING SPARTACUS.”
“No, *I* am motherfucking Spartacus.”
Quentin Tarantino, professional white savior here to save us all despite ourselves (for the price of admission of course)
OMFG is this real?
this racist prick
“I’ve always wanted to explore slavery.”
OH AND ALSO.
“I refuse your question. I’m not your slave and you’re not my master. You can’t make me dance to your tune. I’m not a monkey.”
fucks sakes quentin
Can someone please kick this fool in the face while wearing a pair of cleats? It’d make me really happy.
OMG this guy’s arrogance. Like…what the fuck…