A female character who is a cold, relentless leader, always pragmatic, and able to make whatever hard decisions need to be made in order to ensure success and survival, tremendously skilled and devastatingly efficient at her job, tragically terrible at being overtly nice to people, who is also not evil and is still fundamentally a good person.
The Moral of This Post is: No matter how genius your idea is, Hiromu Arakawa probably already did it, and she did it better than you could ever hope to.
So my dad got his hip replaced and had the doctor save it so he could turn it into a cane
you cannot possibly become more boss than turning your own bone into a cane
that is so metal i am literally gawking
Ginny: Being short is really hard because even when I’m angry, Harry just kinda giggles at me and says “aw you’re so cute when you’re angry” like, no. Stop. Recognize my power.
I know a lot of people can’t stand this stupid royal wedding nonsense, but for me this really is sickening to watch. Prince Harry gets to marry his Canadian finance while my partner and I have been separated by immigration laws for 4 years and counting. Never allowed to marry or even LIVE TOGETHER IN THE SAME COUNTRY.
What makes their situation any different from ours? Money.
In order for me to immigrate with my British partner he is required to me making an income of over £18,900 per year. (Which might seem reasonable to americans but Only 14% of British citizens make enough money to meet the spouse immigration requirements!)
Of course, because the royal family are wealthy nobility they can bypass any immigration requirements and live happily ever after, while tens of thousands of families are separated by the insane financial requirements of British marriage immigration visas.
I don’t mean to “reblog beg” but it would really help if you reblogged this to get this information out there. One of the reasons these visa restrictions are still in place is because people aren’t even aware they exist.
These restrictions were brought into place less than six months before ETD and I were due to be married (5 years ago now) and we were told our spousal visa would be denied because I didn’t make enough money to support him. We had to completely change our wedding plans, as well as our life plans.
At the time I was earning over 16k a year with over 10k in savings, well over the UK minimum wage. But that, I was told, was not a “living wage” therefore I could not sponsor my partner, whom I had been with for 7 years, regardless of him already having paying work lined up. I have friends and family in the UK whose entire families are expected to live in less than 9k a year, but the govt deems that acceptable.
They deem a lot of things acceptable. Provided they only happen to the vulnerable and poor.
My Scottish husband and I had to move to America because of these laws. He’d just graduated university, there was no way he was going to bring in that kind of money (and he’d have to be earning it for SIX MONTHS before he could APPLY for the visa. That’s a mandatory half a year’s separation for a married couple.)
Want to know the fun part?
The amount you must earn goes up for each kid you have together, making it harder for families with children to stay together.
People celebrated when Margaret Milk-Snatcher died. Similarly, I will survive to pee on Theresa May’s grave. That’s what keeps me going.
Favourite Czech idioms translated literally into English:
i gotta suspicion everyone got a secret hoard of something they keep hidden from their friends let if its shoes and makeup or like teacups that shits fine and all but once i went to my buddy mikes house and like,, well i knew him for years since like fucking 2006, we talk non stop,used to be my bff of the year and what not, ya whatever, i hop to get something from his basement once and i turn on the light and its littered with not a handful, but at least 20 hand made dollhouses with little trees and paint jobs and everything made from wood he harvested from his fathers construction company, all he missing is furniture and little people like FUCK that fucked me up so bad, but thats not the point of my story here see, it didnt fuck w me as much as after i visited my not so much anymore freinds house in 10th grade and she had a collection of her friends hair and she asked me for a snippet becasue she never had blue before and i went home and blocked her number anyway she jsut messaged me on instagram 30 min ago and i had to like sit in my kitchen in the dark for a while jsut thinking about how scary it is to know people but not know them at all
heres some pics cuz i actually i love his little houses they just took me by surprise cuz he aint seem like the type
oh it aint me!!! i bitched to him that he got like 0 fucking people living in his fucking basement village so he was all, then fucking buy me some??
so i went on a miniture dollhouse website and bought him his first citizen and he laughed cuz it was this lil motherfucker
if u look closely hes the black dot in the first pic in front of the white house!!!
This is cute and I’m glad you were so supportive of something he was embarrassed of
disturbingelephanteyes