The duality of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon
bye im crying
Playing gone home again bc its the 90s coming of age lesbian punk rock love story i deserved and didnt get
Gone Home: Dyke!
Summary: Some asshole spray painted my locker, and it’s seriously fucking up my day. At least it can’t fuck up things between me and Lonnie.
Characters: Yolanda “Lonnie” DeSoto, Samantha Greenbriar
Major Tags: Fluff, Canon-Compliant
Word Count: 3,077
The first few weeks after we had gotten together, I had lost the feeling that all eyes were on me every time I walked into school. I could go to my classes, go to lunch, even walk around arm-in-arm with Lonnie sometimes, and people didn’t even look at us twice. Nobody knew I was a lesbian. There was no reason for them to gawk. I was invisible.
But this time it isn’t just a feeling. Everyone’s eyes are on me. There had been a crowd near my locker before I even arrived, and now that I’m here, my eyes are stuck on it, and I can feel their eyes stuck on me. I’m frozen, and I don’t know how to turn invisible again.
DYKE!
It is just a word, one word, emblazoned black over my locker. How can one word be so strong that I can’t even move?
I wish someone would say something. Can’t they ask what happened? Or accuse me of something? Can’t they do anything else but act like I’m an animal in a zoo cage they’ve formed with their bodies?
I’m going to run. That’s the only option there is, right? Just push my way out and it will be over. I can come back after first period (they can’t just stand here forever, right?), everything will be fine. And that’s what I’m just about to do before another person appears in the crowd, skirting around the edge. How immediately I recognize her, from just the smallest glance of her hair, feels like a betrayal, because as my eyes finally stick to someone, the others around me turn to look, too.
Lonnie just seems to notice that everyone is formed into a circle as she reaches her locker. She has headphones on, her Walkman shoved into the pocket of her sweatshirt. She cocks her head to the side, side-stepping to see into the center of the crowd, to see me.
She pulls the headphones off and calls out, “Sam?”
No, no, she can’t see me. I can’t see her. They can’t see us.
I shoved my way past people without even looking at them and ran down the hallway, out the heavy steel doors to the school courtyard.
omg im late but i love this
Even though I am currently on hiatus, I still have a platform to reach thousands of people here. People who are here because they listen and believe in my words. Now, I would like to please implore you to listen to the voices of those that have been silenced and ignored for so long as they fight for equality and justice.
I stand with the Black Lives Matter movement worldwide, and the Aboriginal Lives Matter movement of my home country of Australia.
I fight with you. I hear you.
And as someone that is a part of the LGBTQIA+ community, I thank the black trans women, and other black LGBTQIA+ community members for fighting for us at Stonewall and being the reason we have Pride in June.
I hope that all reading this may listen, learn, reflect, protest, and help in any way that they can.
- Courtney
they’re boyfriends harold
(please don’t clown on this post, i’m begging you)
I was alone in the art room and had the thought “I wonder how many stools I can get over my head” Long story short i got stuck and the class walked in to me pathetically trying to wriggle out without being knocked over
catastrophicmisfit
stop reblogging this
gentle reminder
i want you to take a big goal of yours, maybe it’s travelling, and break it down in the most simple tasks possible to get there. for example, to travel, the first thing you would have to do is get out of bed. that’s recovery, taking the smallest steps you can. so please try your best to find a reason to get out of bed today, or even just sit up if you haven’t in a while. i believe in you, and i’m sending you so much love.
gentle reminder
stay for yourself, for your dream, to see the next sunny day, to see a dog being walked on the street, to see the next thing that might help you smile again. stay, please.
gentle reminder
i am so proud of how far you have come – even if you have relapsed, i’m proud of you for still fighting and for still being here
gentle reminder
this year might not have started in the way that you hoped, but that doesn’t mean that your new chance is gone – every morning is a chance to try again, and when the time is right, you’ll be able to take it; please be kind and patient with yourself
gentle reminder
i know it can be the hardest thing to believe sometimes, but you will be okay
gentle reminder
after a time of stress, it’s alright to do something distracting and relaxing to take your mind off things until the stress fades and you feel calmer. then you can put the situation into perspective with a better mindset if you need to, or carry on with life at your own pace whenever you’re ready. there is no rush. you’re going to be okay.
If you ever feel lost or confused about where you are in life, don’t worry- this chibird feels you! We all end up finding good paths for ourselves, and we always have the ability to change paths if not. : )
Source: chibird.com
gentle reminder
your mistakes, shortcomings, or failures do not define you - what defines you is how you respond to them. always be kind to yourself, please.