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And most importantly,
Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.
I’m afraid
Reblog for the concentration wizard to visit you and let you get super far in your WIP
Best response to anything I’ve ever posted
This got a whole lot more notes than I ever expected. I barely expected 3, never mind 300
Please keep reblogging for the creativity wizard. He’s been low on work lately and needs the help. He gets paid in likes and kudos.
Reblog if you would read a book starring:
- non-binary characters (that aren’t robots or aliens) - demigirls or demiboys - asexual and/or aromantic characters - gender-fluid characters - transgender characters - demisexual and/or demiromantic characters - characters that don’t consider themselves heterosexual or cisgender
You had me at non-binary.
you had me at book
Yes
Ok, let’s admit it. The Biggest Forced Hetero Relationship on tv ever had to be Kelsi and Ryan from High school musical.
ALRIGHT KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN A THING.
Fun fact: Lucas Grabeel (the actor who played Ryan) had specifically asked the director if Ryan could be a gay character. The director (Kenny Ortega) thought that it was a great idea, and they both went to Disney to ask if they could pepper in the fact that Ryan was gay, or include a shot of him with a boy, maybe in the background.
Disney didn’t give the okay on that, so they had to instead force him into a relationship with Kelsi, despite neither Lucas or Kenny wanting him to be a straight character.
In the outtakes from the third movie, Lucas actually grabs Zeke (not sure of the actor’s name, sorry!) and straight up makes out with him, simply to spite Disney. You can find that blooper on DVD versions.
(Keep in mind that Zeke was actually Sharpay’s love interest throughout the trilogy, starting with the after-credits scene of the first movie.)
So yeah. Ryan was actually a homosexual character, but he was forced into a straight relationship through Disney. Thanks, Disney.
HE
SHOULD
HAVE
BEEN
WITH
CHAD
*whispers* I don’t dance
I love that even though Disney didnt give an okay on it, the director and crew members involved still managed to pepper or sneak in something that is gay.. *ahem* Ryan and Chad switching clothes after I Don’t Dance..
there’s really no heterosexual explanation for this!
Ryan and Kelsi were each other’s beards
A high school musical remake would only matter if it made Ryan gay and let him date Chad
I really feel like Ryan and Kelsi wasn’t a couple and was more mlm and wlw solidarity.(Because face it she was totally in love with that one dancer girl I don’t remember the name of from stick to the status quo.)
Kelsi and Ryan were 100% closeted gay and possibly faking a relationship to avoid suspicion or prosecution fight me
Listen, can you imagine Shane Dawson on queer eye? Like….
T:“Can you show me you closet?”
S:“Oh you don’t want to see that”
T: *comforts Shane into actually trying on new clothes*
T: “Can I burn all of this?”
A: *plays with the fake blood in the kitchen*
A: “So where are your pods and stuff?”
S: “Oh we don’t have pods… or pans… or knives”
A: “… how do you cook? What do you eat?”
S: “…we order Chipotle”
A: *wants to try something out of the fridge*
S: “Oh… you’re gonna die of food poisoning”
B: “What are these pictures on the wall?”
B: “WHAT. IS. THIS.”
S: “Honestly I can’t explain”
J: “First of all, you need a shower”
J: “Don’t you want to look good for your boyfriend?”
Ryland: “Yeah, Shane?”
J: *shaves Shane*
*literally just sobbing*
I read my first Cassandra Clare book when I was 13 years old. I was awkward and shy and often preferred books to people. To be honest all of that is still true but what is no longer true is that I was scared and closeted. When I first read the Mortal Instruments I had no previous experience with anything queer. Reading Malec's story showed me that the things I was feeling weren't unnatural. In fact I came out to my mom by saying I was like Magnus Bane, a freewheeling bisexual. The Shadowhunter Chronicles changed my life. Below is a fanfiction I wrote years ago to show my love for the characters that changed my life.
I hope you enjoy!
*****
Alexander Lightwood had a guardian angel. The first time he saw him was when he was five years old, but it certainly wasn’t the last time.
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They weren’t supposed to be playing outside of the Institute. But Isabelle had wanted to go outside and Alec wasn’t good at saying no to his little sister. They were throwing a ball back and forth when Izzy got a little over excited and threw it way over Alec’s head and into the street. Seeing the tears about to leak out of his sister’s eyes Alec ran out of the gates and into the street to fetch the ball. It was only when he was in the middle of road did he hear the honking of the car horns and then all he could do was stare as the yellow taxi cab beared down on him when suddenly he was lifted out of harm’s way. He looked down in amazement at the streak of blue sparkly magic around his waist carefully lifting him out of the street and back onto the sidewalk. Once his feet reconnected with the ground he looked in amazement at the sparkly apparition in front of him. The man before him had light brown skin and hair set in glittery spikes that seems to defy gravity. “Are you my guardian angel?” Alec asked in awe.
The man, a warlock Alec guessed, looked at him incredulously. “You're a shadowhunter aren’t you?”
“Y-y-yes,” Alec stammered, staring wide eyed at his guardian angel.
“Well, running in the road, not smart,” said the warlock with a grin. “You ought to be more careful, little shadowhunter.” He sauntered off leaving Alec staring confusedly after him before his sister ran to him with scared tears streaming down his face as she gripped him tightly.
This was the first time Alexander Lightwood was saved by his guardian angel but it wasn’t the last.
***
When the young shadowhunter was eight years old he went through a clumsy stage. So one day, while distracted by other things he was walking down a hallway in the institute when he ran headlong into someone coming out of the library. He was knocked backwards and was only saved by a caramel colored hand decorated with a ridiculous amount of rings wrapping around his arm and pulling him upright. When he looked up to apologize to the stranger he was shocked to see his savior from three years ago.
“Running into people now, are we?” the man said with a grin and a wink. “You know you ought to be more careful, little shadowhunter.” He left Alec standing there spluttering and confused.
***
The third time Alec Lightwood saw his angel was four years later when he was twelve years old. He and his sibling were on their first solo `mission. Jace and Izzy had gone around the other way to corner the demon. Alec had elected to go alone because he was the oldest and most experienced. As he slunk around the corner of the building and into the alley he smelled sulfur and reacted quickly but not quickly enough as the demon pounced on him before he got his seraph blade all the way out. He heard its sticky voice in his ear whispering things about how he was going to die in horrible ways. He yelled for his siblings and heard their answering shouts but they were too far away to help. He groaned, he would not die here today, on his first real mission. But then suddenly the demon lifted off of him engulfed in blue sparks and exploded into dust. Alec jumped up quickly in case there was a greater threat on the way, but instead all he saw was a tall slim man at the mouth of the alley.
“My apologies,” said the man with a grin. “One of my clients was quite irresponsible with the demon that I so nicely summoned for him, but you know, mundanes are gonna be mundanes...” At the exact same moment they seemed to recognize each other. It was Alec guardian angel. His angel saved him again. “Well, I must be going little shadowhunter,” said the warlock with a grin. He turned away and was about to go when he seemed to remember something. He turned back around with a grin, “Oh and one more thing, you really ought to be more careful.
***
The next time Alexander saw his guardian angel was three years later when he was on a stake out in a subway station. He was glamoured but he wasn’t focused on the mission. He was far away imagining what life would be like if the shadowhunters were more inclined to accept people for who they really are, instead of expecting everyone to be perfect and angel chosen. It was in the middle of these thoughts that Alec felt a tap on his shoulder which was immediately strange because he was glamoured. He reached for a seraph blade before he even looked to see who it was. Whoever it was just laughed at this action before saying, “Relax little shadowhunter, I’m no demon.” Alec looked up to see his mysterious warlock standing beside him. He jumped up eliciting another laugh from his guardian angel. Alec frantically tried to look more professional.
In the back of his mind he thought, Why do you care what he thinks of you? But out loud he said, “W-w-what do you want from me?”
The warlock only laughed again and said, “Nothing, dear angel chosen, I just thought you should know that your glamour is slipping.” Alec gasped and looked down at his glamour rune that was indeed fading. He quickly pulled out his stele and redrew the rune. “Ah, much better,” said the warlock, “Now it looks like I’m talking to thin air.”
Alec wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or unglamour himself or what. So he ended up just looking at taller man and then looking away when the warlock raised an eyebrow as if to say, Yes?
The warlock cleared his throat and with a laugh in his voice intoned in a would be serious voice, “Well, Master Shadowhunter, I’ll see you around.” He was about to leave when with a twinkle in his gold green cat eyes he leaned in towards Alec and whispered in his ear, “Oh and the demon you're looking for, just got on the subway. I would schadtle after him if I were you.” With that he leaned back and turned around calling after him, “You really ought to be more careful little shadowhunter.” Alec stared after him for a moment before remembering his mission and jumping through the subway doors onto the train before it left without him.
It took Alec all day to catch up with that demon and send it back to hell, so it was only later that night that he had a moment to think about the strange encounter with his guardian angel and the tingly feeling he gotten all over when the man had leaned forward and whispered in his ear. When he fell asleep his last words were still echoing in his mind, You really ought to be more careful little shadowhunter.
***
The next time Alex saw his guardian angel he was almost eighteen and he finally learned the warlock’s name.
Jace had told him they were going to a party at a warlock’s house to try and help Clary find out what was going on in her head. The mention of a warlock made him think of his guardian angel. Maybe this Magnus Bane would know who his guardian angel was, maybe he could tell him where to find him, maybe... maybe nothing. He would go on this mission and came home and his life would continue in the same doldrum that he had existed in all his life. Nothing was going change that.
This thought festered in his mind all the way there putting him in a completely rotten mood so when the door opened and he heard a voice say, “Children of the Nephilim, well, well. I don’t recall inviting you.” He didn’t put together why the voice sounded familiar until he looked up and found a pair of gold green eyes staring right at him. These eyes glanced down to look at the invitation Isabelle was handing him and absently said, “I must have been drunk.” Then he grinned right at Alec before turning away and addressing the others. Alec didn’t hear. His mind was wiped clean. He couldn’t even form a coherent thought. This was perhaps the reason that as they climbed up the stairs Alec tripped. He did not fall however because a caramel colored hand grasped his arm and pulled him up right just like it had so many years before. Alec looked up onto the black rimmed cat eyes right in front of him. In the back of his mind Alec noticed that his friends had moved on but he didn’t care as Magnus Bane, his guardian angel, leaned in a murmured, “You got hot, you know that?” When Alec didn’t answer he leaned back and grinned. “You really ought to be more careful.” He said before turning towards a commotion behind him. He left Alec standing there shaking.
***
This was not the last time Alec Lightwood saw his guardian angel. Indeed after this he saw his angel with more and more regularity. And this how, three years later, on Alexander Lightwood’s twenty first birthday, he lay in a bed in a hotel with Magnus Bane, his guardian angel, perched above him, their matching ringed fingers linked as Magnus leaned down and whispered in his lover’s ear, “I’m glad you weren’t more careful, my little shadowhunter.”
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
This is my favorite post in all of tumblr
reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia
reblog it, because Russia can´t
Thanks Obama
This is a Trainwreck
one of the best threads ever
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
This is my favorite post in all of tumblr
reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia
reblog it, because Russia can´t
Thanks Obama
This is a Trainwreck
one of the best threads ever
Don’t Be That Guy.
Great campaign! Great point!
signal boosting the shit out of this
you can never NOT reblog this
To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
:)
REBLOGGING SO HARD.
YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE IM REBLOGGING WTF
GET 👏🏼 RID 👏🏼 OF 👏🏼 ACE/AROPHOBIA 👏🏼
im gonna reblog this everytime i see it ,,
REBLOG THIS ALREADY!
Pride Month, where are thou?
Bbggvjjfgfx
Me going to bed on June 30th
#justicefornoura
Everyone reblog this. A girl is about to be executed because she stood up to her rapist. Seriously, it takes you one second, and could save her life.
Bro: You can’t say you’re pan if you’ve only dated cis-boys Jess..
Me: Then you can’t say you’re straight since you’ve never had a girlfriend
Bro: touche…
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Bro: so you like girls?
Me: yep
Bro: so youre gonna get a girlfriend?
Me: maybe
Bro: NOW I GOTTA COMPETE AGAINST YOU TOO??
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Bro: wanna bet on who kisses a girl first?
Me: sure… $10?
Bro: okay
Me: sweet…cough up the money because i already kissed three
Bro: WHAT?? WHO?? you whore…No but seriously who because we only have like 2 lesbians in our school….
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Bro: I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR ONE MORE PUN ABOUT YOU AND KITCHENWEAR IM KILLING YOU
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Brothers friend: so your sister is pan?
Bro: yeah?
Friend: what’s that?
Bro: basically she’ll date anyone
Friend: think she’ll date me?
Bro: ew no, dude she has standered still..
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Bro: so…how was narnia?
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Mother: i dont want you going to (insert friend)’s house because you’re pan and they are too
Bro: shes 18 mom AND you had no problem with it before jess was out
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: and they’re both girls so its not like even if something DID happen she wouldn’t get pregnant or anything
Mother: yeah but-
Bro: just let her hang out with the one friend she still has
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Bro: *is complaning about something* Thats so ga- OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT SLIPPED
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Bro: *shows me a picture of a girl* do you think shes hot?
Me: ew no
Bro: I AM TRYING TO GET YOU A GIRLFRIEND STOP BEING PICKY WOMAN WE LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE THERE ARENT THAT MANY OPTIONS
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Me: *is complaining to my brother about this dude on campus* -anyways hes so not my type
Mother: but youre pan and ‘youre attracted to everyone regardless of gender’ so you dont have a type
Bro: thats like saying because i’m straight i like every girl mom…she can be pan and have types you limp lettuce
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Bro: do you think grandma will freak out when she finds out you’re queer?
Me: hopefully
Bro: sweet…..can i tell her??
Me: no?
Bro: dammit…
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Bro: *is playing COD online in his room* Guys seriously stop saying the F slur
Bro: Seriously i dont care about your kill streak, i will shoot you
Bro: NO SCOPE! I warned you!
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Bro: you know what my favorite part of you being pan is?
Me: what?
Bro: you’re no longer grandmas favorite…now i get all the money/food
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Bro: aw fuck
Me: what?
Bro: what if you get a girlfriend one day and she breaks your heart? i can’t punch a girl!
Me: no thats okay-
Bro: HOW WILL I DEFEND YOUR HONOR???
This is so sweet actually
I laughed, then I teared up, then I laughed at myself ~ IM A QUALITY HUMAN
I‘m sure I reblogged this before, but it‘s just still so fucking funny
I SUPPORT THIS
I’d like to spend time with gay men too tho. where’s my small beloved group of fun. kind. casual gays and lesbians
2 days after this post I got invited by a lesbian couple I just met to stay the night & watch Moana with them & my friend who’s a gay dude & another gay I just met so this is the gaypost, reblog to bring gay friends to you
if you’re a baby gay and this is your first pride, watch your drinks! men are trash across all sexualities
I know boys don’t get these talks so let me clarify:
This doesn’t just mean alcohol
Don’t accept any open drinks
After you get your unopened drink, you keep it in your site
You have to go to the bathroom so you leave your drink on a table? That drink is now dead to you.
You’ve been holding your drink way low out of your eyesight and people are crowding? That drink is now suspect.
Stay safe, babies
Also: Rohypnol (a date rape drug) tastes VERY SALTY. If your drink is suddenly salty, STOP DRINKING IMMEDIATELY.
Buddy system, y'all. If your friend is acting *way* drunker than they should, take them to an Urgent Care or ER. Date rape drugs can kill you.
always rb
rb for the advice
reblog if you think its okay for women to wear mens clothing.
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA
It’s called the Murder Strut.
IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!!
A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
This post went from Scientific to Feminist to Educational to HILARIOUS!
#make men get the fuck out of the way 2k17
Anyone got any badass boot links?
