...so i made one

i’m so glad i made that post listing Shiro’s symptoms of mental illness because (a) it’s actually getting notes and that warms my heart so much because i highkey thought fandom would ignore it and (b) it’s so useful to have as a reference for any future discussions about Shiro’s mental health and i really hope other people find it useful too not just for writing fics but also as a reference post for discussions about Shiro’s mental illness

Better than homework

A small James Potter oneshot for @oblviqte :)


“Ana,” a voice whispered into the silence of the library.
Ana knew who it was. “I’m a little busy, James.” She didn’t turn from her homework paper.
James poked his head out from his invisibility cloak. “C'mon, Ana!” he whined. “Let’s go for a walk or something.”
Ana faced her boyfriend. “A walk? Why don’t you and Remus go take a swim in the black lake or something? I’m doing homework.”
“Remus isn’t under the cloak with me.”
Ana looked at him slowly. “So … if I come with you, it will just be us two?”
James grinned. “Of course, darling.” He put the hood back on so you couldn’t see him, but you could hear his whisper in your ear as he said, “We can do anything at all, and no one will see us…”
Ana felt her cheeks flush, and she struck out in the general direction of James.
“Ow!” the boy complained. “That was my face!”
“Let me finish this sentence!” Ana hissed. She looked toward the front of the library and panicked. “You’re being too loud! Madam Pince is coming!”
“Guess it’s time to disappear, then,” James said, and suddenly Ana was whisked away underneath the invisibility cloak.
Madam Pince stalked over and beheld the unfinished homework on the table suspiciously. James pulled Ana away into the shelves, hidden under the cloak. Ana could feel his breath against her cheek.
They made it deeper into the shelves where no one would find them and James threw off the cloak. “There,” he grinned. “Now that you’re away from your oh-so-pressing-homework, don’t you need something else to do?”
Ana rolled her eyes but kissed him. James pressed against her, and Ana realized how much better this was than homework.
The two ended up sitting on the floor, Ana in James’ lap, her hands tangled in his hair, his hands cradling her hips. He was pushing her against the shelves, his lips glued to hers. The kiss was deep and fervent - James was giving it his all.
Suddenly there was a scream, and the pair jolted apart from one another. Ana quickly realized that a book lay open on the floor, no doubt pushed from the shelves during the kissing, and she shut it with a thud.
James ran a hand through his messier than usual black hair and grinned at Ana. “Guess we’re in the restricted section, huh?”
Ana kissed his cheek. “It’s better than doing homework, though.”


(okay so MAYBE i got a little carried away and made a big oneshot)(my bad)(but hey i’m up so let’s write)

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.

Shout-out to the mlm who are gonna be asked about bringing a girl home for the holidays

Shout-out to the wlw who are gonna be asked about bringing a boy home for the holidays

Shout-out to the trans kids being forced to present as their assigned gender who are going to be misgendered and misnamed

All of you are so strong and valid and I love every one of you. My blog is always a safe space for anyone who needs to talk. Especially during the holidays. You’re all amazing. Families can suck and holidays can be tough, but is temporary and you’ll make it through. I beleive in you

just borderline things™:

  • deleting your social media accounts to punish ppl with a lack of your presence but then remaking two days later because the lack of attention drives you crazy
  • checking your fps’ accounts and feeling threatened when you see them talking to literally anyone else
  • some tumblr post: “platonic feelings are just as important as romantic/sexual ones!” (bpd voice) sounds fake but okay
  • being too exhausted/upset to fortify your mental filters and letting something petty/mean slip out, expecting punishment immediately
  • feel a mixture of relief and annoyance when the punishment never comes/reassurance is given in its place because wtf i did something wrong why aren’t you telling me i’m horrible tell me i’m horrible
  • losing spoons to harmless interactions that rubbed you the wrong way for reasons you can’t tell anyone
  • feeling ashamed for Literally Everything because you do everything too much
  • “what if words inflicted physical pain would the world be kinder” words do inflict physical pain because i have bpd dingus
  • splitting on your fps and then splitting on yourself right after

“I will come as the rain.
I will come as the first snowfall.
I will beg the Heavens
to let me do just that.