#and yes I’m a southerner

[paperglader]

imogen: *is known to have suicidal tendencies*

Me, as of late, whenever she shows any glimpse of those suicidal tendencies: NO BITCH YOU STOP THAT!! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!! YOU HAVE TO LIVE MF!! YOU HAVE TO LIVE FOR ME!!

(i love her with my whole entire heart)

[ashfluffys]

@missmiseryguts okay this made me laugh because it would NOT be worth the money to hk’s taste

I have to admit I think she’s the slightest bit southern cause I cannot unhear thor having a casually southern accent so she it slightly rubbed off onto hk

also jokingly i wanna say it was sleep tea

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[seilon]

my friend and i were talking the other day and he brought up how his (autistic) coworker asked him if he thought he might be autistic. and my friend was like uhh i mean i have adhd but no i dont think i’m autistic. why. and the coworker explained that it was something about how “you just like to do things the old fashioned way…”

they were referring to how my friend eats crabs by punching them open with his bare fists instead of using tools

[mxmade-up]

Note: dying hair red/pink/whatever sticks for some reason. Even if your hair hasn’t been pink for months, and has been dyed over with various teals multiple times, when that part is bleached the pink returns. Girlypop necromancy upon my hair.

[kuja-kujaku]

none of you have any clue how happy I am to see fallout on all my social media again, I simply do not care how much spam of any one character there is. spam me more. post 90000 gifs of the show and the games, send me every Cooper post. I don’t care if he’s the most popular b’lorb de jour, I’m just glad to see ghouls get attention and I’m out here cheering on the sidelines for every character that gets even a glimmer of the spotlight. gimme all your art of random NPCs from the games idc how obscure they are. post those OCs and post them often. I’ve been in love with this franchise for SOOO long, seeing it be loved and enjoyed on such a massive scale just brings me infinite joy. show me your MtG fallout cards. tell me how you got into it, I don’t care if it was from 4 or 76 or 1 or New Vegas. or just the show. or maybe even the tabletop. no gatekeeping, no one-upping, just. enjoy. enjoy that we got a show that isn’t garbage. enjoy that there’s so many new people and show them around if you’re an old critter like me.

[valoale]

Things that piss me off greatly in the mornings: having to dig up my winter jacket after putting it away so I don’t freeze to death outside while I walk my dog because Finland decided to throw 2 degrees Celsius at my way

Happy spring

[thattheater-kid]

Georgie: You know, I always wondered, why did I split? It doesn’t make any sense. Why me?

Our out of sys younger brother: It’s actually mathematically impossible to give more than 100 percent.

Our out of sys mother: I have to focus more on your brother, he’s special and he’s smart, he’s gonna do great things. You understand, he just needs more of my attention. You can take care of yourself.

Our out of sys father: Hey kid, can you go get me another beer? If you do it, I’ll let you have a sip.

Me: That’s why.

Georgie: Yeah I see it now.

[spacemancharisma]

not to be aggressively southern on main but ppl who think that singing with a twang and saying yeehaw to whatever beat they threw together automatically makes it a country song or even a country fusion………… this is simply not the case

[aheathen-conceivably]

URL Song Game 🎶

I was tagged by @antiquatedplumbobs who also invited me to live in her dragon cave, sitting atop our trash treasure pile of music we’ve collected like flotsam through the years. I tried to sort through the trash heap treasure hoard that is my iTunes and Spotify for stuff I’ve actually been listening to lately, so come on down and do a lil dragon dance with us....

A - Art Deco, Lana Del Rey H - Hurricane, The Band of Heathens E - Evangeline, Stephen Sanchez A - All My Love, Led Zeppelin T - The Fruits, Paris Paloma H - Hollywood Forever Cemetery, Father John Misty E - Eat Your Young, Hozier N - Never Really Mine, The Lumineers - Free Space! Push Off, The Palms C - Colors, Black Pumas O - O Mary Don’t You Weep, Bruce Springsteen N - Night Moves, Bob Seger & The Silver Bullets C - Catamaran, Allah-las E - Everybody Dies - Billie Eilish I - I Feel Free, Cream V - Velvet Ditch, The Arcs A - All Along the Watchtower, Jimi Hendrix B - Babe I Know, Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats L - L.A. Woman, The Doors Y - You Should Probably Leave, Chris Stapleton

(I was also tagged by a few other folk and have seen this going around for a while so if you see this and wanna do it, please consider yourself tagged and then @ me so I can see too!)

[onsomekindofstartrek]

The word “liberal” is so frustrating.

Okay, so internationally it means the ideology of Liberalism and everything that spawned off of it short of leftism. Personal liberty, equality in the marketplace, representative democracy, power deriving from the putative consent of the masses but not like… the masses that the people in power don’t like, and so on.

And American leftists correctly use it in that sense. Historically both parties in almost all versions of the American party system have been liberal in that sense. Like, understand that when the Republicans came into existence as a radical abolitionist party under Preston Blair and fought the Democrats who were largely pro-slavery or pro-incremental change, this was a purely internal disagreement within liberalism as to who counted as a person under. Liberalism can be better than the alternative but in the sense understood by people internationally it’s not even a position or even a narrow range of positions on the left-right spectrum. You can see a pretty far right liberalism, typified by American libertarianism, and a pretty far left liberalism, typified by radical social democrats like Sanders (although the former turn into fascists the moment they’re inconvenienced and the latter are 100% ineffectual at achieving substantial left-wing goals).

But because it naturally sounds like the opposite of “conservative,” Americans use it to mean the mainstream center-left, and to some extent the actual left too, since the average US moderate can’t tell the difference between social democrats and actual socialists.

The unfortunate and yet mildly redeeming thing about it is that as the conservatives in America are increasingly total fascists, this usage actually kind of becomes accurate again, as long as you only mean the political mainstream. It is finally, in reality, liberals versus non-liberals.

I just think that’s funny. But it does underscore that you should be happy to vote for the liberals as a leftist. For the time being there’s literally no equivalency.

[loveandthings11]

LA diaries:

Week 1 of actually living here instead of commuting every few weeks or being in college here: this apartment is epic and I can’t afford it but I would rather die than get a roommate. We’ll see if I have to when I ask for a raise this week.

My best friend from high school also likes to have multiple cocktails when she goes out to dinner and gush about Broadway but she wants to go home afterwards. I want to talk for 3 hours but OKAY.

The girl at dinner next to us with awful fake red hair said loudly “succession is a terrible show” and started mentioning the acting and my friend (who worked in film/TV) was literally like “stay here. Don’t listen to that table” sndbfifhfisjsjsk I was like SORRY THAT WAS LOUD. Can we kick someone out of The TV City because that person has an incorrect opinion???

Who wants to send me a ridiculous ask that I will surely answer honestly after 3 cosmos?

[willwriteforonepenny]

I can’t emphasize this enough actually. It’s so jarring to not talk like myself because I won’t be taken seriously. All because I got a little twang. My accent does not equal my brain. Flattening my accent so I can be taken seriously is so stupid. I’m not me when I do that. Do you know how strange it is to open your mouth and hear an absolute stranger?

I’ve stuffed my accent down enough to the point that even in my head I’ve got a proper little lady speakin my thoughts. That’s insane actually. That I grew up my whole life a little southern girl and now I can’t be taken seriously because of it. Just because I say words a little differently doesn’t mean I’m not smart. How on earth do those two things even connect?

Don’t believe stereotypes y’all. I don’t care what’s it’s for. Mental health, the place a person came from, the color of their skin, gender identity, sexual orientation, or job occupation. It’s harmful and can keep people places. I won’t go into the socioeconomic implications of stereotypes but gosh dang some of y’all couldn’t pour water out a boot if the instructions were on the heel. Judge a person by their actions and how they treat you, not some made up idea someone else had about them.

i wish people who dunk on “silly” southern accents and vernacular could experience the total derealization that comes with listening to yourself talk and realizing that it’s not your real voice anymore. i spent so many years flattening my accent to sound smarter that i have to remind myself constantly that it’s okay to use my real fucking voice. i’ve had customers at my job make fun of me to my face when i let it slip. when i’m public speaking or even speaking in class with my peers it goes away completely because i’m so terrified of being perceived as a hick. just imagine opening your mouth and hearing a strangers’ voice come out. i can’t stress how viscerally upsetting it is to not know what the real you sounds like anymore. just think for two seconds before you yell about how you can’t take southern or appalachian dialects seriously or i will blow you up with this bombbbbb i swear to godddddd

[spiralsymbol]

felt a lil breeze…fall is coming🍂🤭

[phantasm-ae]

cw: fluff, cowgirl afab reader x ghost, grumpy x sunshine, clumsy reader

HEADCANON: the team meets Ghost’s little bird

PAIRING: Simon Riley x reader

It all started when Soap, half-joking -- not really -- asked over a pint of that terrible guinness that one of the recruits mentioned that he voiced out a lingering thought out loud,

"So, Ghost. Ye ever gonna introduce us to yer missus? Or is she just some hallucination ye made up tae wind us up aye?"

Ghost, who had never confirmed nor denied anything about his personal life, simply shrugged. "Pub. Friday. Seven."

Soap thought he was joking.

At exactly Friday, seven-fucking-pm though. Soap. Soap realized he was wrong.

They met at a grimy pub near base. Price was wary. Gaz looked openly curious. Soap just looked excited, because how normal could Ghost’s wife possibly be? Some goth lady with a death glare? A sniper with a scar over her eye? A shadow in human form?

None of the above.

What actually walked in was—

A tiny woman in a beat-up leather jacket, dusty denim jeans, a battered cowboy hat tilted low over her messy braid. Coupled with a pair of cracked leather boots that clomped across the floor like she owned the place.

Holy shit

She looked like she could ride a bull, shoot a rifle, and kiss you breathless — not necessarily in that order.

She waved frantically the moment she spotted them though — knocking over a chair and nearly tripping over her own boots as she did.

"HEY, SI" she yelled across the entire bar.

Ghost — stoic, terrifying, 6'4" Ghost — immediately straightened in his seat like a teenager seeing his crush. He actually moved. Stood up. Went to meet her halfway like she was the only thing that existed.

Soap’s jaw was physically on the table.

This tiny woman. Small. Wiry. Sun-kissed and with the greatest pair of tits Soap has ever seen immediately launched herself into Ghost’s arms like a missile. He caught her easily -- of course -- one hand on her lower back, the other ruffling her tousled brown hair with ridiculous tenderness.

Leaning down to let her smack a kiss right onto the cloth of his mask like she couldn’t give a single shit about what people thought.

She yanked the brim of his hat down over his eyes — wait! when had he gotten a hat?? — and laughed that big, reckless, wild West laugh that turned every head in the pub.

The team stared in horror and awe.

"This can’t be real," Gaz muttered. "I’m dreaming. I died in Syria."

"She's so small," Soap whispered back, scandalized. "And she’s—she’s—hot??"

They made it back to the table, Ghost’s hand resting casually on her hip like a leash.

When they made it back to the table, she shoved Ghost into a chair, plopped herself onto his lap without ceremony, and grinned at the rest of them.

"Howdy, boys," she said, tipping her hat.

Soap almost cried.

She was absolute chaos. Stole the darts right out of the wall and challenged Soap to a game ("loser buys shots, city boy" "'m from Scotland, lass" "Cattle country ain't like sheep country, sugar" "we have cows. They moo too").

Gaz: "You're so fucking stupid mate"

Soap: "Shut it aye?"

Flirted shamelessly with Ghost across the table — calling him "sugar," "cowboy," and "my big strong man" with zero shame in her Southern-twanged voice. Told Price he looked like a "sheriff with a broken heart."

Somehow wrangled Ghost into a pool match where she used him as her pool cue guide — pressed up against him, his huge hands guiding hers, while she winked at the others over her shoulder.

Ghost never smiled. Never joked. Never talked much. But with her? He was... different.

Softer. More human. Maybe even a little helpless, the poor bastard.

Price, to his credit, kept a straight face. Barely.

Soap, meanwhile -- after losing to her on those stupid darts and took on the challenge of guzzling down the said shots -- was vibrating with suppressed laughter.

She was chaos. Pure, distilled chaos — loud, funny, mean, fun, but also wildly affectionate. She stole a chip off Gaz and a stranger's plate without asking. Shooed off two creeps with a death glare who wouldn’t stop pestering the girls at the counter. Challenged the bouncer -- a hulking and massive bloke -- to arm wrestle and actually fucking won! Spent half an hour helping to take pictures of an old couple on a vacation to send to their grandkids. And started a chant for Price to shotgun a beer (he declined, though grimly but... endeared).

And through all of it, Ghost just... watched her. Silent. Steady. The same way he’d scan a perimeter — except more devoted. Soap swearing that he could even see him smile behind the mask.

At one point, she tugged on his sleeve and whispered something in his ear that made him let out a genuine, low chuckle. An actual laugh. Gaz's drink came out of his nose at that and Soap almost passed out from the shock.

By the end of the night, they were all completely obsessed with her.

(And slightly terrified. She challenged another guy twice her size to a pull-up contest and won.)

As they stumbled out of the pub, she looped an arm around Ghost’s waist and shouted, "THIS IS MY HUSBAND! HE’S BIGGER THAN YOUR HUSBAND!" at absolutely no one.

Ghost didn’t even blink. Just tugged her closer and murmured, "Alright, birdie. Inside voice yeah?."

"YOU LOVE ME BABY," she hollered back.

"Yeah," he said simply, not caring who heard. "I do."

And if anyone at the pub dared to stare — well, nobody wanted to make eye contact with a man wearing a skull mask who looked like he could bench-press a car and the woman who looked like she could drive said car through you and still smile while doing it.

Soap later: "Lass is unhinged aye?." Gaz: "You’re just mad she drank you under the table, mate." Price: "I like her. She’s good for him." Soap: "Naw, like... she’s pure mental. He’s just as daft. It’s a match made in hell, I’m tellin' ye.

Ghost, hearing them gossip: (Just shrugs.) "I like her loud. Makes it easier to find her."

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