am i tumblr girl yet or

do you ever sit here and remember how when Carmilla first started, it was this small webseries about a girl trying to find her missing roommate

And now we’ve got four seasons
And a movie
That just showed its teaser trailer at Fan Expo
And they’re also gonna be at NY Comic Con
And then release the movie on October 26

And just think about how far the cast and crew have come in a few years

And feel so damn proud and emotional

“are you a boy or a girl?”
  i am stardust kissing the atmosphere with millions of light years held inside of me, millions of stories and histories you could not even begin to dream of
  i am fire, flames so bright you melt in my presence, i ignite myself with the gasoline of your hatred and fear and misunderstanding, and i will burn down this town
  i am the flowing of river, currents rushing, never stopping; i am the unnamed ocean you wouldn’t dare to place a toe in; i am the serene lake, so beautiful to look at but so toxic beneath the surface; i am a puddle after the rain, created effortlessly by mother nature; i am the rain, you’ll never know if i am just going to be a drizzle or if i am going to bring the storm
  i am a fun house mirror, distorted by societal expectation, ugly to the naked eye, but inside i am still me, and nothing can change that
  i am
  i am so much more than you could even begin to understand
  and yet,
  you dare to suggest that all that i am can be summed up by your binary
—  are you a boy or a girl?
(cc, 2017)
Pretty Girl doesn’t talk about much. Pretty Girl doesn’t
think she’s ‘pretty’. Pretty Girl has scars on her body he
says he doesn’t understand why they’re there. Pretty Girl
hears from Pretty Boy, ‘you shouldn’t do this, you’re so
beautiful, you’re so full of light, you’re such an incredible
thing.’ Pretty Girl says to Pretty Boy, ‘sweetheart, I am the
embodiment of a shooting. You will be a victim, you will
break, and I will be the culprit every time.’ Pretty Boy tells
the Pretty Girl he doesn’t see why she’s so fearful of her
own body. Pretty Girl replies, ‘dear, you’ve no idea the
damage I’ve dealt to this vessel that has pulled me away
from everyone around me;
I am not safe.
I am not safe.
I am not safe.’
Pretty Boy sighs. Pretty Boy caresses his fingers over my
thigh. Pretty Boy sees my reaction and holds me tighter.
‘You’re okay.
You’re okay.
You’re okay.’
Honey, do you understand that this Pretty Girl doesn’t
know the meaning of feeling whole? She never has.
Pretty Boy likes Pretty Girl, supposedly.
Pretty Girl likes Pretty Boy, definitely.
There is no solid ground here. Not yet. Everything is
quicksand, and I am
sinking into this Pretty Boy.
There is no branch for me to grab hold to and escape
this kind of pull. There is no safe word, no warning that
things won’t be as they have always been;
good, great, okay, and then nothing.
Pretty Girl cannot do this again.
But she will let herself anyway.
—  PRETTY BOY vs. PRETTY GIRL // Haley Hendrick

Alrighty! So, first of all I want to apologize for taking  so long to answer this! I’m gonna be honest, working and drawing has been keeping me busy lately (Although I guess the later one is much of an excuse).

Anyways, thanks for sending in this ask! I honestly was super excited to get it! 

These fics are by no means the only ones that I favor, they were just some of the first ones that came to mind! With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!


Words That Water Flowers By @decembercamiecherries

- Honestly, this fic is so bitter sweet and I can guarantee you that if you love Killugon, you will love this fic. It is a literal masterpiece!

Bloodstained by @decembercamiecherries

- A wonderful and suspenseful vamp!Gon AU! It is just absolutely amazing and I loved reading every second of it! 

Kicking Against the Goad by @f-da-program

- Literally just Gon and Killua being lil flirty shits and playing soccer. Can’t get much better than that. (Bonus Leopika! Because yes)

DNA by @killushawn

- I actually did a cry while reading (and listening to this). All you need to know is that it’s super gay and involves video games.(Video gaymes??)

Be My First By @nicicia

- (Warning: this does contain NSFW content!) A reunion fic that actually had me crying. Like, a lot? Because it’s entirely bitter sweet and I just need these boys to be happy jfc.

Do You Hate Me? by @hunterxblog

- I’ll be honest guys, get ready to cry. That’s all I gotta say. Ouch.

Scars by @hunterxblog

-Once again fellas, we got a tear jerker. Hunterxblog loves to drink your tears, my dudes.


Come See Me (2 A.M. Again) by @softkillua

- (Warning: This does contain NSFW content!) Okay so let me tell you guys right now, this is already an emotional roller coaster ride and there is some heavy content in this fic but I swear to you it is my absolute favorite right now and I am honestly dying for more updates. 

The Afterschool Library Chronicles By DriftingGlass (Not sure if they have a Tumblr)

- This fic honestly… Gosh where do I begin. It’s honestly just really suspenseful and The build up is fantastic! High School AU! 

The Little Detours By @unnoticed-and-necessary

- Here we have Trans Female Gon and AFAB Killua! (Who later identifies as gender fluid) I am not 100% up to date on this yet but so far I’m in love with it! It especially hits home with gender fluid Killua, but i also adore trans girl Gon! They’re both super adorable and I can’t wait to read more!

Star X Light X Star X Bright by @extratmanakinskywalker234

- A Star Wars AU!!! This one is honestly super cool! It’s really different and unique and I honestly can’t wait for more! (The best part is Killua being a mischievous lil shit)

And that’s all I have for right now! If I think of any more, I’ll definitely add them on here! Thanks again~!

I remember the first time i saw you, i felt this lust. But it wasnt love just yet. Days turned into weeks that turned into months, and my attraction for you kept growing until i felt jealousy, and i not just wanted to kiss you, but i wanted you to be mine. I realized then that it was love. I was in love with you. And i still am. I love you.
—  T.D

Dear future lover,

I must ask you to be patient. There are cracks running through my bones and my throat often seizes up when I try to speak. Sometimes I will be distant and avoid meeting your eyes, sometimes I disappear for days but if you wait long enough you’ll be able to catch the stardust that pours out between my fingers because really I am infinite and there is a myriad of universe within me. It’s just that no one’s taken the time to dust me off yet.

I am (not) the girl you fall in love with.

I am not the girl you fall in love with.

You are the boy with the easy smile and those soft eyes. I have a razor tongue and knives in my back, the soundtrack of my life felt in the dripping blood that stains the ground beneath my feet and saturates my mind.

I am a black hole, pulling you into nothingness, and you are the sun; an ephemeral star that shines for the universe to see.

You have dreams built from struggle and courage. I only exist in nightmare.

Your soul sings while my soul screams.

I am lightning strikes that snap your spine straight and electrifies your veins. That’s the thing about being a walking natural disaster, I destroy what I touch.

I am not the girl you fall in love with. I am the girl who sinks her teeth into the pulse on your neck, needing to feel the vitality of life’s blood coursing through your veins as I claim you, painfully, slowly, madly, deeply.

I am not the girl you fall in love with. I am the weapon locked on the target painted across your lips, seconds away from impact and ecstasy.

I am the cold fire that could never burn you, but I am a blaze that would incinerate empires if they so much as spoke your name.

I am the fighter that will never surrender, choosing a last gasping breath over the humiliation of defeat.

And yet, I would dance with you, if you’d have me.

s. k. g.

give me haunting silence, a deathly quiet, a blanket of stillness broken only by the sticky creak of my feet breaking kiss after kiss with the floor. give me copious darkness, silken shadows to chase me around the chamber as my eyes glaze over. i slip into a trance, repeat my ritual like a ghost caught between the stars, wavering through dimensions, weaving in and out of worlds.

i am not a girl like you. i am like nothing you’ve ever known. there are secret realms within me dying even now, and some yet to be born.

—  stars within me

The world has bigger problems than boys who kiss boys, and girls who kiss girls. 💓

*reblog if you agree w me*

Girl selling love potions

It’s been long and she hasn’t yet had a suitor,

She contemplates if she’s gonna be left all alone,

Looking at herself she says tell me oh mirror,

Am I pretty or just a mess of flesh and bones.


Stirring inside a cauldron as the sun shines through the window,

Brewing up a potion for she has lost all hope in finding one,

Who could take her places, castles, show her splendor,

With him she’d happily leave everything and run.


Dressing herself looking in the mirror, she was so alluring,

Hard to believe it really was, how no boy has given her a second look,

But she had a plan, to lure someone, she was fantasizing,

Sniffing in the draught of love potion she knew he’d be off the hook.


Selling them down the street, in the market place,

Whereby marketers and caravans came from far and wide,

Disguised as cold juices, sold to only a handful, but with grace,

Smiling at every customer, to see the effect, she’d then hide.


To her utter dismay, none worked on anyone,

Dejected she was, cursed the potion.


Suddenly a man, she’s never seen,

Oh my beautiful lady, I have traveled far in search of treasures,

But none I’ve found as glorious as you,

Will you be mine, oh princess of a faraway land?

Such a gentleman she thinks as he bowed to her,

Giving her hand in his,

Oh prince of a faraway land,

You’ve kept me waiting for quite a long time.

- DG

Written for @inkstay November prompts of the month #9.

I'm done y'all.

I am bisexual.

I do like girls and boys.

And yes,
I do shout at the top of my lungs saying, “I’M GAY AS FUUUUuuuUUUCK.”

But that does not mean I’m comfortable with you calling me lesbian.

I am not lesbophobic.

I repeat, I am not lesbophobic.

But calling me-a bisexual-a lesbian, is like calling a transboy a girl.

It doesn’t work-and it makes me uncomfortable.

To anyone who is bisexual and is comfortable being called a lesbian-that’s perfectly fine.

But not everyone girl who likes other girls-is a lesbian.

Just like how not every boy likes every single girl he meets.

And just like how not every single person who has a vagina, is a woman.

I’m not trying to sound like some radical, tumblr feminist-but most of the time-its guys who call me a lesbian. I actually have yet to hear a girl call me a lesbian.

So to all the guys at my school who say they support LGBT+ because they’re friends with me-you need to stop. You don’t support to the LGBT+ just because you’re friends with me. You support the LGBT+ by defending our rights and treating us with proper respect.

So please don’t call this bisexual a lesbian.

The Girl Who Cried Fanfic (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: When your family is desensitized to your screams, because they usually just meant you were reading a fluffy fanfiction, the hero you’ve been reading about is the one who saves you in a time of actual danger.

 Word Count: 3228 

Requested: Nope 

A/N: Second fic on tumblr ever, first ever Peter Parker. I had this idea when my friend told me that she screamed at the fluff in one of my other fics, but that nobody in her house came to check on her. Jokingly, I called her “the girl who cried fanfic” and well, the rest is history.

You lay in your bed late at night, the only one awake in your small New York apartment. As you scrolled through your Tumblr, you saw a new post from your favorite account, a superhero fan account that loved hearing about the shenanigans the Avengers got into. Clicking on it, you saw this one was about Spider-Man.

Weird, you thought. Spider-Man isn’t really well known outside of Queens. Maybe you knew the owner of this account.

Keep reading

Did it anger you, Athena?
The way he loved my hair,
with it’s curls and it’s ocean waves.
The way he would grab it by the handful,
like a child in the sand?

Did it anger you, Athena?
How thick and powerful it was,
how thick and powerful I was.
How beautiful I was,
in the most disgusting ways,
to your Poseidon?

Athena, sister, did you ever ask
if I wanted to be with him, shameless,
and open on the steps of your temple?
I was never an offering to any man,
instead he made me a sacrifice to you.
Spilled out, cornered, and hair clipped,
paraded for your blind judgement
in order to please you.

Did it not anger you, Athena?
To see him reach for me,
you act like infatuation is a crime
for which only one person is guilty of.
But I, sister, was the only one to feel shame,
and the stone cold curse of obscurity.

He still looks at me sometimes, Athena,
at the tawny beige of my arms.
Is it that different from his and your porcelain?
The roughness of the coiled curls, the living hair.
I am exotic yet, still unknown to him, and he knows
curiosity won’t kill him, unless he looks into my eyes,
and sees the rage, the bitterness of misplaced trust.

We are not that different, you and I,
but no one sees that monstrosity exists in fair faces too.
So I am the dark, vain, and deserving whore,
and you are the beloved goddess of reason.

—  Mestizo Medusa and The Mythology of Teenaged Girls

I have lived 
and laughed and fallen 
in love with wolves 
now, darling, it is time
I die with them too 

teeth bared for what feels 
like the very first time,
not against the world 
just against him-
the man who has always been
the greatest monster in this story 

he stands stock still as I circle. 
I don’t think he understands
how I have learned to growl poetry,
it’s vicious in a way
the little nothings he whispered 
never could be 

I’m stronger now
I’m brave, I’m bigger than girl
yet, still, he says my name 

and I drop like prey 

man is the apex predator,
I am not sure there will ever be a day
when I don’t feel hunted,
beaten, broken down by a boy 
who I taught to bite back

—  the wolf’s worst nightmare || O.L.