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Commenting fanfiction is the easiest thing in the world once you start doing it. 

I leave a comment on every single fic I read. Sometimes when I read published books I go and leave a comment somewhere the author can find it. Granted, I literally majored in ‘leaving comments on fics’ (English Education), but once you start doing it it just becomes second nature. Now you’re gonna go to the Ozymandias school of leaving comments: 

Problem: I can’t leave kudos again.

Problem: I don’t know what to say :(

Problem: I’m embarrassed to leave a comment (what if I annoy the author?)

Problem: I don’t know how to express myself/my experience 

This? This is an amazing post. This is the Captain Awkward of commenting posts—it addresses all your fears directly and gives you actionable scripts for each one.

doing this will make authors / writers love you forever.

You can only REBLOG THIS TODAY

omfg that is just too adorable

This will always be one of my favorite comics ever. It gives me warm fuzzies~

This is the most perfect.

This kitteh having a little halloween adventure is one of my favourite posts of all time :)

Every fall like clockwork this photo set pops up and we all must reblog it

ITS TIME

Never Forget the Reign of Terror waged against Muslims (and by extension, Sikhs profiled as being Muslim) in the nearly two decades following 9/11.

Yes I am a whore for Dramione Ministry of AUs 

They were getting ambushed here while they’re out on a case and of course Hermione saves Draco’s ass

@inadaze22’s Measure Of A Man chapter 29 broke me so I decided to hurt myself more by drawing my assumption what could have went down when Draco saw Hermione 😀

https://www.change.org/p/department-of-land-and-natural-resources-protect-pololu-valley

I saw this on Tiktok and thought it needed to be passed on. Pololū Valley is sacred land currently at risk of being developed into yet another "scenic tourist attraction" for profit. Activists like @/melemaikalanimakalapua on Tiktok are fighting to have this petition seen by as many people as possible in order to prevent the senseless destruction of this land.

Note that the petition says not to donate to change.org--donations to change.org do NOT protect Pololū Valley.

I hope that by spreading this to tumblr, I can help it reach more people. Please sign this and reblog it if you can!

https://www.change.org/p/department-of-land-and-natural-resources-protect-pololu-valley

^^ A link with more information (especially pertinent for Hawaii residents)! There is no central donation fund for the activists yet, but I will update if one is added.

chipped

Man, this is such a perfect analogy. “Chipped”… Just damaged enough for it to show at times, but not nearly broken enough to warrant fixing. And so often does the chipped cup turn itself to show its undamaged side.

someone put it in words

i love this. this is a beautiful way of setting out how a lot of people feel

​I have seen this post some 50 times and everytime I softly whispered ‘Fuck’ to myself cuz it hits SO close to home

I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.

Captions for this video below since they talk really fast and can be hard to understand! I struggled myself a bit, so let me know if I messed up on anything!

A black man and a white woman take the stage together to perform a slam poem.

Both speak together in unison for the first few words, before the black man begins feigning shock, as though he suddenly lost the ability to speak, though he continues mouthing along as she speaks. The poem begins:

“The first day I realized I was black. It was 2000. We had just learned about blacks for the first time in second grade. At recess, all the white kids chased me into the woods, chanting ‘slave.’ My mother said I refused to come out for three hours. She said she thinks I was lost in the trees, but I just needed to be closer to my roots.”

Both begin speaking in unison for a few words again, before this time, the white woman feigns loss of speech, but continues mouthing along just as the black man did before. He continues speaking:

“As a woman, having a boyfriend is a battle. If 70% of us are abused in a lifetime, what is the number of men doing it? The answer is not one man, running faster than light to complete a mission, and that is what leaves me sick.”

Again, the white woman begins speaking as the black man mouths along.

“The second day I realized I was black was in a gas station. I only had twenty five cents, so I searched for what to spend it on. The cashier floated from isle to isle, eyes fixed on my hands.”

The black man begins speaking again, and they continue in unison.

“That was the first time I realized skin color was a crime.”

Now the black man continues speaking as the white woman mouths along with him again.

“My body has become cause to write legislation. Cause for ass smacks in the back of a class. My body has demanded everything except respect. I’ve been asked, ‘what makes you feel unsafe?’ And I struggle not to yell ‘everything!’”

They switch again, so the white woman is now speaking as the black man mouths along.

“The third time I realized I was black was in an all white cafeteria. I gathered my legs under me, made rockets of my feet, and approached a girl. She told me she was not into ‘my type of guy.’ I felt the words shoot daggers into my melanin. I have never wanted to disappear so bad.”

They switch so the black man is speaking and the white woman is mouthing along.

“As a woman, I’ve learned to answer to everything except my name. ‘Little lady’ is not said to mean ‘equal,’ but to make sure I remember my place. I battle between wanting to own my body, and accepting there is a one-in-four chance a man will lay claim to my skin, a plot of land for the taking.”

Now the white woman speaks as the black man mouths along.

“The last day I realized I was black was in an elevator in California. To the white woman that told me she knows what it feels like to be black because she grew up poor:”

They speak now in unison.

“I would tell you to think before you speak.”

The black man begins mouthing along again.

“But your mind has got to be bacteria infected. And any filter through that labyrinth of nothingness might be worse than no thought at all.”

Now he speaks as she mouths.

“There’s a group of women going around the room, sharing their personal definition of feminism. He is the only man in the room, and all of a sudden, the tone switches to destroying the patriarchy by annihilating all men.”

She speaks now as he mouths.

“Do you know what it feels like to be black? To pop lock your way in and out of hugs? It is not a problem you want to sympathize.”

They speak in unison.

“But to tell me that you know my pain is-”

He falls silent again and mouths along as she continues speaking.

“-to stab yourself in the leg because you saw me get shot. We have two different wounds, and looking at yours does nothing to heal mine.”

She now mouths along as he speaks.

“Never will I turn away an ally.”

She speaks.

“But when a man speaks on my behalf, it only proves my point!”

He speaks.

“Movements are driven by passion, not by asserting yourself dominant by a world that already puts you there.”

They speak in unison.

“You speak to know pain that you only fathom because we told you it was there. You know nothing of silence until someone who cannot know your pain tells you how to fix it.”

They continue to speak in unison, but now slowly back away from the microphones with their arms held straight out to their sides, parallel to the ground, to mimic the pose of Jesus on the cross, in order to highlight the next line.

“Every day is a crucification. But there is no regards for lives crossed.”

They now quickly swap places and return to the microphones. This is symbolic of them switching places to speak for themselves and not each other. The white woman begins speaking alone.

“I fight so my voice can be heard. I fight for the voices you silence, all in the name of what is right.”

They speak in unison for a few words before he speaks alone as she mouths along again.

“The problem is, you assume the struggles attached to a social class. I am black, and bold, and beautiful by nature. Ain’t no income that can change that.”

She begins the next sentence alone.

“The problem with speaking up for each other-”

He speaks alone.

“is that everyone is left-”

They speak in unison.

“without a voice.”

This is the end of the poem. The audience cheers as the Button Poetry logo appears on the screen, followed by the logo for the “Association of College Unions International.”

Reblogging again because of the captions

I decided to create a masterpost that would help you with what you are struggling with. Hopefully any of the links below will help you! Reminder; You’re going to be okay. What you are going through will pass, just remember to breathe. 

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Distractions;

Here are some distractions to help keep your mind occupied so you aren’t too focused on your thoughts. 

Sleep issues; 

 Uncomfortable with silence; 

Anxiety; 

Sad, angry and depressed/depression; 

Isolation and loneliness; 

 Self-harm;

Addiction; 

 Eating disorders; 

 Dealing with self-hatred;  

 Suicidal; 

 Schizophrenia;

OCD;

Borderline personality disorder; 

Abuse; 

 Bullying;

 Loss and grief; 

(Other loss and grief)

 Getting help; 

Things you need to remember; 

Please remember to look after yourself and know that you are more than worth it and you deserve to be happy. Keep smiling butterflies x

I was just gonna reblog this because the distractions are super fun but… Damn the rest of it is so so so important

reblog inv cause everyone needs this

I’ve had a few shitty days lately. These all help. A lot. reblogging for myself and for anyone else who needs it.

Please take a look at this, it’s wonderful 💖

I think I already reblogged this but THANK YOU

I was gaping the entire song this is insane

I had to watch that twice how could I not

WHAT MAGNIFICENT MUSIC IS THIS

I didn’t want it to end.

HOLY. SHIT,

I haven’t seen this in years!! This is up there with Tom Holland’s Umbrella and the 2 adorable dudes lip syncing to Grease in a parking lot with the amount of joy they bring me.

Giulia Bernardelli on Instagram

Follow So Super Awesome on Instagram

The U.S. in a gif series.

Pls keep reblogging this till this become a classic tumblr post , because it needs to be

Fucking TEA RIGHT THERE