...but in a very different way

It had been going on for a while. Rival papers, rival journalists. Clarke would get the tip, Lexa would arrive first at the scene – or vice versa. She rather liked it when it was her getting the story first, but her victories were just as frequent as Lexa’s.

There had to be a traitor in her office – there was one in Lexa’s after all, with Niylah feeding Clarke scoop after scoop just as soon as Lexa got word of them. Was Lexa flirting with one of her co-workers too? The thought was… oddly unpleasant.

Of course, there were the times when their rivalry, known (and barely put up with) by all, took a slight… detour and things between them would heat up in a very different way than usual.

Even though she would never admit it to anyone, those were the times Clarke revelled the most. Those were the times that made losing a few first hand stories almost worth it. Lexa didn’t need to know that, though.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The voice, softer than her own, pulled the corners of Clarke’s lips up into a smile. She lay her chin on the chest underneath her, blue eyes playfully meeting green ones.

“Thank God none of our friends know about this,” she admitted, placing a soft kiss between Lexa’s breasts. “Raven and Octavia would tease me endlessly.”

To Clarke’s surprise, Lexa didn’t smirk; she frowned. “You haven’t told your friends about us?”

Clarke laughed and got off of Lexa, opting to lie down beside her. “What, like you have?” The deepening crease between those striking jade eyes was answer enough and she didn’t know how to react. “There is no us, Lexa.”

Suddenly Lexa was up, throwing covers off her lithe body and searching for her clothes among the jungle of Clarke’s bedroom floor. Clarke, in turn, was utterly confused, taken aback by Lexa’s sullen behaviour.

“Where are you going?”

“What does it look like, Clarke?” Lexa snapped as she pulled pants up to her waist. “I’m going home.” “Why? We were just relaxing, I don't– what the hell is wrong with you?”

Lexa finished buttoning her shirt and heaved an exasperated sigh, turning to Clarke with a cold gaze.

“I get it, Clarke. We are rivals, we steal each other’s stories, and then we fuck to keep the adrenaline pumping.” Lexa’s voice was as gelid and stoic as her eyes. “It’s just curious that you still see it as that when we have been staying the night for over three months.”

Feeling exposed all of a sudden, Clarke sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover her chest. “We agreed that it was easier if you caught the morning train to your place,” she said defensively.

“I’ve got a drawer in your wardrobe, Clarke!”

“Not my fault you leave your clothes here all the time,” the blonde shrugged.

Lexa’s eye roll was worthy of some Olympic back flip medal or something. Were there Olympic medals for back flips? Clarke didn’t really know a lot about sports.

“You call me aloof and emotionally constipated, but I am not the one who keeps believing those easy ways out after three months of mornings after,” Lexa claimed, a hue of hurt in the rainbow of feelings in her voice.

Clarke was at a loss for words, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “We fuck. What’s the big deal about that?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, for Lexa just turned away with a huff and walked out, making sure to slam the door as she left.


They hadn’t talked for a month. Lexa had been keeping her distance: not coming any close to her stories, leaving Clarke alone to make the most of her own scoops. It would have been paradise, if not for the gaping absence of teasing remarks, insufferable smirks – any words at all. Clarke kept trying to steal some scoops for herself, but Lexa was relentless, never letting Clarke win.
In a fell swoop, Clarke had lost her fuck buddy and her rival. Every time she got to a place, Lexa would either be long gone or never show up at all. Journalism just wasn’t as fun anymore.

Clarke had loved the whole enemies/lovers dynamic, sleeping with none other than your greatest rival. After every hustle, they would fall into bed together, releasing their frustration and satiating their rivalry in each other’s arms, mouths, fingers. It was something Clarke had never experienced.

Clarke was snatched out of her thoughts by a binder falling violently on her desk. She looked up to find Octavia glaring at her.

“What now, O?” Clarke asked impatiently. “Too much paperwork for your lazy ass?”
“Wow, Lexa really left your panties in a twist,” her brunette friend chuckled dryly. “Can you two please go back to fucking?”

Clark’s bewildered gasp and choke would have been funny if not for the situation they were in. “You know? she choked out in a spluttering mess.

“Of course I do,” Octavia frowned. “We all know Lexa lets you get half of her stories and then you two go home and fuck each other’s brains out. Or, well, did. Now you two just mope around like you lost your favourite candy.”

The knowledge that Lexa was doing just as bad as her gave Clarke an odd hopeful feeling. “She’s moping?”

“Of course she is. How would you expect her to react to a break up?”

“This was not– We weren’t even together.”

This time, Octavia laughed heartily, taking more than a minute to gather her bearings and turn to Clarke with a mocking expression.

“Sweetie, like or not, you two were dating for the past three months. You don’t do the morning after with someone you don’t care about.”

There it was again, the morning after. Clarke didn’t understand what relevance it had to the case. “I still don’t know why the morning after seems to be so important,” she grumbled.

Octavia just shook her head in disbelief. “You may be blonde, but you’re not blonde, Clarke. Don’t lie to yourself just because you’re afraid to face the truth.”


Clarke was determined to get this right. This story was Lexa’s, Niylah had promised, and she was going to get there fast enough to catch the brunette before she could leave.

She would also steal the story, but that was another story. Pun fully intended, Clarke decided in that moment.

When Lexa showed up, she was the image of beauty. Long brown curls tamed in a ponytail, her face was clean and open and probably what heaven looked like. Emerald eyes didn’t hide their owner’s shock to see her.

“Clarke,” Lexa half breathed, half gasped, eyes wide and lips parted.

Clarke had to remember the speech she had practiced at home, in front of her mirror, like a romantic loser.

“Lexa, I– Can we talk?”

Lexa eyed her suspiciously, but eventually agreed, with a discreet nod of her head. They headed to another room, making the interviewee wait for its five minutes in the limelight.

“What do you want, Clarke?” The hostility of Lexa’s tone made her flinch. She had a lot of explaining to do. “I will not go back to the way we were before.”

“I know, I know,” Clarke rushed to say, promising her memories of Lexa writing under her that she would give them full attention once she got home. “I don’t want that either.” At Lexa’s frown, she ploughed on. “I don’t want to go back to the way we were before, because I want so much more. I thought what we had was just an easy rivals with benefits situation. We would do the rivalling during the day, fuck during the night. You kept clothes at my place so no one would ever see you leave with the clothes of the day before on. In the middle of all the lying I did to keep myself from panicking, I forgot to realise that you started staying the night because I asked you to. And it went on for three months because I wanted you to. And I would ask and want you to stay the night because I needed to fall asleep and wake up next to you, because there is no greater feeling in the world than that of spending every hour of your day with the person you love.”

Lexa’s eyes were wide like saucers, but Clarke couldn’t stop now.

“That’s the other thing I forgot,” she admitted, her voice small. “I forgot that slowly but surely, I was falling in love with you.”

Lexa pressed her lips together pensively, letting the silence stretch before she broke it. “Why didn’t you tell your friends?”

“The same reason for all my other fuck ups: I was afraid. Telling them would mean they would be able to give me the advice I was dreading: that all those mornings after did hold meaning after all and that I couldn’t hide from my feelings anymore.”

Lexa nodded this time, still not making a sound. “Will you tell your friends now?”

Clarke couldn’t help but smile. “Already have.”

Another nod. “Are we still rivals?”

“You’re as much my enemy as when we started this whole thing.”

Lexa was sporting a small smile now, a crooked little thing that Clarke had always found adorable. “I would not have it any other way.”

“But Lexa, now you’re also my best friend and… If you give me the honour… My girlfriend.”

Lexa’s shy smile turned into a smirk. “Only if you admit that Polis is the superior newspaper.”

Clarke didn’t even gasp. “For you, I would quit the Arkadia.”

Lexa’s amused smile, however, showed she was just kidding. “No need. Wouldn’t want to end the rivalry, would we?”

In that moment – and the moment after, when she finally got to get reacquainted with Lexa’s lips –, Clarke knew that she wanted all the mornings after and the nights during and the afternoons before.

She wanted everything with Lexa.


I wasn’t very nice in this. After being called rude and whatnot my patience went.

I suppose my Teeshirt post which is here: http://mamajebbun.tumblr.com/post/157777204204/dream-and-nightmares-t-shirt could of took the wrong way. I’m just being honest.

I was just suggesting different ideas and I would of like to see a Spanish version. I love Spainish. Its a lovely language. However I never got a chance to say it.

This is the second time she went off on one. I just can’t support her anymore. I think its horrible how she treats people. I wouldn’t have even bothered showing this if it wasn’t for the fact I was in my own way helping her.

Oh hello! Please take a minute to read this above. There’s something I’d like to say concerning its content. Thank you.

“Karamel is such an abusive relationship!!” This has been said, many times and many different ways about my ship. My oh so favorite ship. I have never loved a ship like I love this one.

Please tell me where mon-el and/or Kara has done ANY of these things listed above? I’m genuinely asking. I’m not trying to be rude or belittle you or your opinions. I genuinely want to know where you see these abusive tendencies.

As someone who has been in an abusive/toxic relationship (if you could even call it that), it is very rude and disrespectful to say a relationship like this is abusive.

Mon-el is learning. He has been on earth for only a few months. It takes more than that to learn. Especially if you’re coming from a completely planet. He is allowed to make his own choices, he is allowed to think for himself and form his own opinions. He absolutely does not need to go along with everything that Kara says.

That being said, while he doesn’t listen to her all the time, she hardly ever listens to him. She ignored when he says he didn’t want to be a superhero, told him to find a new mentor since he didn’t want to do things her way, and called him out for his feelings when he wasn’t necessarily ready to face them. If mon-el is abusive then Kara is too.

Relationships are give and take. Mon is trying his hardest. And it seems to be enough for Kara right now.

I’ve heard mon-el call Kara self absorbed ONCE. why? Mxy was manipulating a situation to get what he wanted. The only other names I’ve heard him call her are as follows: gracious, understanding, beautiful, brave, awesome.

I understand that you don’t like this ship. I understand because there are ships I don’t like. But I do not go around saying that it’s a bad relationship unless it is quite literally a bad relationship. Please don’t go into MY ship’s tag dragging it and saying these horrible, awful things.

Thank you.


He’s basically a very quiet bloke. He likes being left alone - not on his own, though. He’s really a very soft person. His biggest fault is the same as mine - people don’t know him.
- Charlie Watts, 1965

We used to have some real long talks and even on the end of the telephone I knew he was really off drugs. The high he was in was the real him - the way only Brian could be when he was excited and fired up about something. Believe me, I could tell the difference. He was his old self all right. I was delighted for him.
- Ronni Money (on Brian’s last months alive)

Sometimes when I think about Brian it gives me deep pain. I miss his closeness, his warmth. Brian would often wake up in the middle of the night and hug me until I woke up. I wish I had made him understand how much he meant to me, how much I loved him.
-Anna Wohlin

Happy birthday Brian, you’re missed.
(especially by Keith even though he’ll never admit it)

Keith Headcanon:

Keith constantly carries a small notebook with him. It was in his pocket when they were in the blue lion and found their way to the castle, so he’s very protective of it. He never opens it in front of anyone and it’s filled with little drawings and ramblings about what’s been happening. Things that he likes on new worlds and dislikes, and even little pictures he’s printed from castle logs that he manages to force into this tiny notebook. He’s got a couple nice ones of the team even, and if he’s stranded alone for any period of time he’ll look everything over in the notebook to help himself keep calm. This includes a very small portrait of Lance with a little pile of small sticky notes underneath that have different ways Keith has thought of to tell him about his crush, but none of them ever seem quite right, so he just keeps adding to it. He’s got one for all of the paladins actually, things he wishes he could say, how proud he is of Pidge, how great of a friend Hunk is, and even how glad he is to have Shiro back after so long. 

anonymous asked:

There's never been a shred out doubt in my mind, even in my most cynical moments (or when I was the most pissed at Sam over WS), that Sam and Cait fucking adore each other. That's real, not PR. Maybe that love is platonic, possibly it's more, and I've no idea how far they've taken it. And though their social media, images, and "dates" can be filtered through their bosses' orders, I know they love each other just like I know you and Jess and Lauren do too! 😘

hahahaha this is so cute anon! and very true! though I think Sam and Cait might show their love in a bit different way than we do but certainly they’re best friends ;)

anonymous asked:

Why does your trollsona dress differently than their actual blood color?

they want to be friends with lowbloods!

where she lives trolls are pretty skittish around purple bloods due to one of their churches being nearby

so to be around low bloods without them being scared or very wary of them she dresses up as a burgundy blood

In one episode we had 3 different times referring to when Jeremiah disappeared...
Jeremiah said 14 years (or 15, I’m not sure)…Mon-El said over 15 years…And Alex said more than a decade…

Mon-el is okay because he doesn’t know shit except for what Jeremiah had said when he and Kara had been captured by CADMUS but the difference between what Alex and Jeremiah said, I think it’s VERY deliberate. 

Jeremiah has said two times that he has been gone for 14/15 years yet they especifically had an episode to celebrate Kara’s 13th Earth Birthday and we all know that Jeremiah was captured 2 years after Kara’s arrival, so he was captured 11 years ago. Not just that but in tonight’s episode they had Alex say “over a decade” and not 14/15 years like Jeremiah had done. This was their subtle way of not giving their cards away and at the same time have it make sense in the long run because in fact, Jeremiah has been gone for over a decade and 14/15 years is over a decade.

This leads me to believe that either Jeremiah has been working for CADMUS even before Kara had arrived on Earth or that Jeremiah isn’t actually Jeremiah but is someone else that was captured by CADMUS 15 years ago and CADMUS did something to make that person believe they are in fact Jeremiah.

Either way, I don’t think this is a timeline mistake made vy the show. I think it is a very deliberate choice.

A few things I know about you

I know why you’re extremely selective about who you’re barefoot around.

I know about how vulnerable your feet feel in that moment when you first take off your shoes.

I know the idea of getting a pedicure is very, very embarrassing.

I know how hard you have to try to pretend everything’s fine during a foot massage.

I know you sometimes even wish they weren’t so soft.

I know about your toes and their inability to be touched.

I know sometimes you’ll play with your shoes under your chair out of restlessness, but then suddenly realize how exposed you feel.

I know about those times people have held you down and tickled them, and the way you pounded your fist on the ground.

I know it tickles in a different way than the other spots, and part of you hates that.

I know…

…how ticklish your feet are.

He is one of a kind. I know that’s what they all say, but it’s true. He has a beautiful soul. He’s artistic, kind, positive, and has a desire to learn more. He’s always growing and he knows it. He is different and I believe he knows it. But he doesn’t shove it in your face. He recognizes it’s rare and not something many people recognize. He has a kind of beauty that is rare and very few see it. I pity those who don’t. They are really missing out. Then again, maybe it’s better that way because the people who do see he’s one of a kind think of him as a blessing and a miracle. He is full of faith, talent, respect, and cares deeply for the people and causes he loves. Whatever and whomever he loves are lucky. I can only imagine being loved by someone like him. To be in that place in his heart would be nothing short than a privilege. Even if I never have a place anywhere in his heart, I will forever be grateful that I knew him. Young men like him are rare nowadays. People like him are precious and make life living. To me at least.
—  Late night writing // 10:15

anonymous asked:

so me and this girl, we met 3 years ago and i felt in love instantly, she probably knows this. we've been talking for 3-4 months now and she always tries to persuade me going a coffee shop with her and a have a drink but she always invite a friend of her to go with us, is that a bad thing? anyways, lately she's been talking very differently than before, when i ask her something, her answers are always very simple and that kinda gives me anxiety. what should i do?

It seems that she only sees you as a friend and not much more than that tbh sorry as her bringing a friend every time you go for coffee with each other is a sign of her only seeing you as a friend. I think if you’re getting anxiety over her talking differently then I think you should just try talking to her about her and maybe ask if anything has changed for her to suddenly talk like that. I hope this helps in some way :)

You know how Disney’s releasing loads of live action remakes of older animated films, well I was thinking about how amazing it would be if a large production company made live action remakes of old Barbie films.
Well, I was only thinking of Princess and the Pauper in particular, but how GORGEOUS would the costumes and set design be 😍
I thought “damn I’d love to play Erika or Anneliese in that” but then I realised they’d have to use twins or doppelgängers 😂
And obviously you’d keep all the original songs in it and usually live actions have differences in plot and the way they’re shot etc., but I think shooting at least Free and I Am A Girl Like You the same as/very similarly to how they look in the original would work well.

EDIT: @locktobre reminded me that Wolfie, Serafina, and Midas talking probably wouldn’t work for it 😂

"Thunderbolts" writer Jim Zub on Steve and Bucky's relationship in the comics

Marvel.com: The truth of Steve’s past has become a huge issue lately, and now we’ll see Bucky looking at his own past and what led him to become The Winter Soldier. Do you see any significance in having Steve and Bucky’s stories parallel each other in this way?

Jim Zub: Steve and James have an incredible bond, but at crucial points in their stories they’ve gone down similar, but ultimately very different paths that define them. Exploring how those fit together and the decisions that made them who they are deepens our understanding of their heroism, or now, in Steve’s case, his role as a villain.

Marvel.com: Steve and Bucky had a recent run-in at S.H.I.E.L.D. And their friendship always seems to run into stumbling blocks. What do you think we can expect for the two of them in the near future? Will they ever get to just have fun being BFFs?

Jim Zub: I know where Secret Empire will go and I’ll tell you that we’ll head deep into the darkness before we’ll see any possibility of pushing through to the light. Cap and Bucky’s friendship—and their loyalty to each other—has never faced a test like this. Whatever happens, they won’t come out of it the same—if they come through to the other side.

Marvel.com: We can see Steve and Bucky as, in a lot of ways, mirror images of each other, with Steve as the perfect hero and Bucky as, in some ways, the black sheep that Steve could have become if things had gone a little differently for him. But lately, we’ve seen their roles somewhat reversed, with Steve as the one keeping secrets and Bucky as the “man on the wall” and the moral compass of the Thunderbolts. Has that played into this story at all for you?

Jim Zub: That contrast factored into our plan right from the beginning. The Winter Soldier has taken on a heroic leadership role, albeit with a group of sometimes-villains, and we see Steve now acting in a more clandestine way and hiding his true nature from everyone who has trusted him for years. We’ve got a fun bit of push and pull as we test what makes these characters so great, and we keep readers guessing where it all leads.


This Is How You Spell, “HAHAHA We Destroyed the Hopes and Dreams of a Generation of Faux-Romantics”

This song is ostensibly about a relationship gone sideways but, really, it’s about people in the way I think most Los Campesinos! songs are about people and living and all those living experiences. Ash and I have different takes here, focusing on the life versus the death of it, but it all boils down to the experience in the end.

This is How You Spell “HAHAHA We Destroyed the Hopes and the Dreams of a Generation of Faux-Romantics” is, first of all, a very long song title, but also suggestive of the song itself. We’re in the early works of LC!, so the sounds are a little grittier, a little noisier, and – while I wouldn’t want to lie to you and say their music becomes more hopeful as time goes on – there’s that younger, rougher edge of cynicism to Hold On Now Youngster. This is how you spell / ha ha ha I’ve destroyed the hopes / and the dreams / of a generation of faux-romantics / and I am pleased / I am pleased.

It’s soft, though; the song and this album are a mix of rough and soft, trying so hard to not care about anything that you end up caring very much. It’s a breakup song filled with digs at the person being broken up with, but then the bridge comes and it’s evident that there was love there, once. I noticed the goosebumps on your arms / millions / and whether it’s because of the number of hours / spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise / or, well, obviously it’s not / I somehow manage to translate them from Braille.

Of course, any tenderness is quickly cut off by the loud chorus and the biting refrain, but it’s there nevertheless. I listen to this song for the refrain all the time, bopping along to the rest of it and growing very quiet to listen closely to the quiet moment, relishing it. Not a lot about LC! is quiet in these early years, so you take what you can get.

Some days I listen to this song and really identify with the loudness, though. What right do you have to have nightmares about me / when all I wanted was to sleep? What right do you have to bring me into your problems when all I wanted was some peace and quiet? We were something once but we aren’t anymore so leave me alone.

Always, though, back to that moment of tenderness. We were something once.

- Taelor

I don’t get why suddenly there is all this hate for La La Land? Everyone seemed to love the movie a month ago …
Yes, I have seen both La La Land & Moonlight.I  prefer La La Land. I don’t however think it was pleasant to witness that mistake onstage and see the awards being snatched from La La Land cast and given to Moonlight when it could have been avoided and Moonlight cast & crew could have had proper speech time. Moonlight is a good movie and I can see how it is currently more relevant judging by what’s going on in the world. But this in no way means that La La Land shoud be hated. They are two very different films, people have invested a lot of work in both of them. Loving both is also an option you know.

i recently played Until Dawn and i really like the game, but by far the best part was the psychological aspect of knowing your choices would have grisly consequences for the characters, and the compassionate portrayal of mental illness in a horror context (first time i’ve seen it tbh). i didn’t care for the ~native american curse~ cliche, it seemed kinda exploitative…but it did get me thinking about the potential for video games as a medium to reach people in an entirely different way than the games i’ve played do.

i generally prefer story-heavy first person shooters, but i’ve noticed that these games usually portray the characters as badasses with guns instead of as human beings who’ve spent months shooting other human beings. my dad was a soldier and i’m all but positive he came back with PTSD; i’d like to see a game that acknowledges the very real damage warfare can have on a person’s psyche. maybe if you die in a gunfight, when you respawn and try to shoot you can hear your character’s breath pick up, your hands get shaky so it’s harder to aim, the game slows down a little…maybe depending on the situation, you can get flashbacks while trying to play through it. kinda like how trauma affects people in real life.

or maybe a game that’s less heavy on gameplay and more on story, about trying to survive a dangerous situation only to find yourself in a position of power over someone else’s life and well-being. something about the cycle of violence, hatred, or even interpersonal abuse. a story where your choices lead to real consequences and others confront you about the ways you’ve hurt them, and ultimately you walk away from the game wondering who the villain was, or if there’s a villain at all or just people making mistakes…i think that games like these could still be a lot of fun to play, while also exploring the reality of violence and trauma in a way that could really make people think as well as entertain them.

About Dwight's lie and Doctor Carson's death:

I see no much difference from what Daryl did in 7x01 which caused Glenn’s death or what Rosita did in the mid-season finale which caused Olivia’s death and Eugene’s kidnapping.
None of them wanted other people to die. Dwight thought Negan would have punished the doctor the same way he did to him and to Mark (with the iron).
It’s very easy to blame him (and of course he did that for saving his own ass too, is this show about surviving or not?), but Negan was the one killing the doctor.
I mean, if you know you need him, you don’t kill him, it’s simple.
What I understand (after this episode more then ever) is what’s the real problem is right now: Negan’ system of terror who’s ruining everyone and everything especially if you are inside the Sanctuary (we saw Negan’s wives so desperate to kill him).
The best way to survive is appearing cold (like Dwight did) and ready to do anything which is something Eugene learned to do at some point in the episode (when he took all the medicines).
I liked the final scene because it was clear to me that the two man are the same. They’re both trying to survive there (in different ways of course), and they both HATE being there.

Fic author rec

I was tagged by my dear @magically-strange <3

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.
(This is sooo mean, I’m bad at choosing such things. DX)

Noble Fairies pressured the council to invite the Bog King and some of his Goblins to the Lúnasa ball with the clear intention to embarrass them. Marianne isn’t very happy about it and refuses to dance, so Bog doesn’t have to disgrace himself. But the Goblin is eager to bring the joy of dance back to his Fairy Lover and does surprise her and the Fairy court. 

Marianne learns from Bog that a Goblin’s kiss is different from those of a Fairy. In the end they like to do both ways.

Due to a harsh winter both kingdoms are weakend and need the help from each other to avoid increasing loss.
But relations between Fairies and Goblins were always tense, so the Queens decided to strengthen the new alliance with the engagement of the young crown princess Marianne and the Bog prince. The engagement and alliance persist until the eighteen birthday of princess Marianne, where she will decide if she want to marry the Bog prince or not.
Little AU were Marianne and Bog meet each other as child/teenager. Lots of children shenanigans and fluff, but also dealing with the dark sides of life.

Ashley and Hancock are on their way to the Castle, as they suddenly got attacked by a very large specimen of a Deathclaw.
Hancock gets the chance to play savior and earn himself a little reward.

On her free weekend Barbara receives a call from the hospital asking for her help. But Stricklander doesn’t allow her to even leave the bed.

I’m tagging: @bifacialler, @loonyloopy, @endorathewitchwriter, @humanityinahandbag, @slagginbitch

ultramilesmanner  asked:

Your art is amazing and I love how flexible you can be when drawing different things, it's so very nice to see. Also you're criminally underrated right now and you need way more attention imo. Keep up the good work <3

I’m not crying, you are.

anonymous asked:

I've known that I'm bisexual for a few years and I'm so scared to come out to my friends and family.

If you don’t feel ready to come out, you don’t have to. It’s a very personal thing and there’s absolutely no rush. Not coming out doesn’t invalidate your orientation in any way.

Make sure that you’re comfortable with the thought of everyone knowing and that you’ve rehearsed what you’re going to say before you come out. Prepare yourself for people to be shocked, or for them to just completely take it in stride. I hope that your friends and family are as kind and supportive as you deserve, and that they will rightfully not treat you any differently when you do decide to tell them.