and growing up is hard enough already

Honestly stop fucking saying a lesbian is erasing her true sexuality just because she dated and/or slept with men on the past. Stop asking lesbians if they are attracted to men. Stop. Stop. Fucking STOP. It’s hard enough growing up in a society that taught ever little girl that girls grow up and marry men. Lesbians already struggle with internalized lesbophobia and compulsory heterosexuality.

So Miraculous Ladybug- So Chloe

It’s been confirmed in season 2 that Chloe (ugh) is going to receive the Bee Miraculous. And we’re all like, ugh. Chloe is the worst! Why is she getting the “Queen Bee” miraculous?! She’s already enough of a selfish brat! I was totally part of this bandwagon. But
We’ve got it all wrong.
Growing up in the Mormon church, being a part of it still, I have heard tons about new symbolism. Utah is called the Beehive State. Young women between 12-13 years old are called beehives.
I I don’t know why I didn’t realize this before.
Bees don’t symbolize royalty, or selfishness, or the “queen bee” persona- bees actually symbolism very important things:
Hard work
And teamwork.
All the things Chloe needs the most. And we’ve established with the other miraculous holders that the traits the miraculous symbolizes is what they need.
Chloe getting the Bee miraculous may not be such a bad thing; in fact, it could be the first step in her redemption arc.

anonymous asked:

Negan/Rick u kno it

  • Who in your OTP carries them from the couch/car to the bed? They take turns. 
  • And who soothes the kids after a nightmare? Whichever one wakes up first, which is usually Rick because he’s a super light sleeper.
  • Who wants to throw out the car seat because the stupid thing won’t strap in? Negan! Rick’s had a lot of practice since he’s already gone through this with Carl, and Negan is kinda clueless about a lot of baby stuff.
  • Who cries on the first day of school? They both do. Rick because he can’t believe how fast his kids are growing up and Negan because he can’t believe he’s actually getting to do this stuff and be a part of a family.
  • Gets the kids into the local sports team? Negan. He pushes hard for baseball, of course. Carl does it for a season or two and then switches to basketball. Judith, when she’s old enough, is overjoyed when she gets to join the Tee-Ball team. 
  • And who’s the parent that gets way too aggressive at these games? Also Negan. There have been threats of physical violence and Rick’s had to haul him away from the premises more than once. 
  • Who in your OTP lets the kids stay up and watch movies and who sends them to bed? Negan prides himself on being the fun dad and lets them stay up, while Rick accepts his role as the strict one and enforces bedtimes. However, one week when Negan’s gone to visit family, Rick tries being the fun parent. The kids are strung-out exhausted and the house is a wreck when Negan gets back.  
  • Who sneaks candy to the kids before school, whilst the other pretends not to notice? Rick sneaks candy into their backpacks every so often, because he likes to spoil his kids. Gummy worms for Judith, Reese’s Pieces for Carl. Negan thinks that this is incredibly adorable. 
  • Who is the parent that yells at the kid for being called to the principal’s office and who is the parent who yells at the principal? Rick yells at both of them! Carl gets called to the principal’s office one day due to getting into a fight with another kid, and Rick yells at him when he gets home that day. When he calms down, Carl explains that the only reason that he hit the kid was because he was bullying Sophia again, and then Rick is all protective-proud-papa-bear and drives back up to the school to yell at the principal. Negan cheers him on.
  • Who teaches their son to tie a tie and who explains periods to their daughter? Rick teaches Carl how to tie a tie, Negan teaches Judith about periods. He has to, because Rick’s version of explaining it was awkwardly hiding behind pamphlets and giving her a book called “Your body and You”. She’s, understandably, confused, and Negan decides to take matters into his own hands. He’s the gym coach, and that usually gets lumped in with heath classes, so every couple semesters he teaches this stuff, anyway. He answers her questions and Rick is a little impressed at how he handles it. 
  • Who cries at graduation? They both do. They’re a couple of weepy fucks, Rick moreso than Negan though. 
  • Who reads the book in silly voices? Negan. Judith starts requesting him more and more for her bedtime stories because he does the voices as dramatically as possible, just to see her giggle. 
  • Who’s the one against sweets before dinner and who lets it slide? Rick’s against sweets before dinner, Negan lets it slide, as long as he’s not cooking something major (He does most of the cooking). If he is, all bets are off, don’t spoil your damn appetite, I’m slaving over a hot stove!
  • Who gets rid of the monster in the closet and under the bed? They both do, but at different times. Negan, being on story duty, scares them off before bed, and Rick, being the lighter sleeper, does it when Judith wakes up in the middle of the night. At first, Judith only trusts Rick to do it, because she knows her daddy’s a cop and catches bad guys so he can handle the monsters. But the first time Rick’s not home to do it, Negan does such a good job, threatening them (G-ratedly) with one of her plastic baseball bats, that she decides that he’s a good monster-chaser too. 
  • Which parent sneaks veggies into the kids’ dinner and who doesn’t like veggies themselves? Negan sneaks veggies into the meals. He usually has to be sneaky about it, because Rick also hates veggies and if he points it out, the kids will pick up on it. 
  • Who in your OTP does the “hurt my baby and I’ll kill you” speech when their kid brings someone over? They take turns! They have a lot of fun with it, playing good-cop bad-cop with Carl’s dates. 
  • Who goes on all the rides with the kids because their partner gets queasy on rides? Rick goes on all the rides because Negan is a big-time hurler. But Negan wins them all the stuffed animals from the Carnival games.
Something Special | Luke Imagine

Requested: Yes

anonymous:  Can you make a story about a girl meeting Jack hemmings at work or something and then he sorta decides to set up her and Luke up and then they live happily ever after


You worked in construction management, and today it was your turn to visit all of the project sites and make sure everything was going as planned. Being on site was one of your favorite places to be because growing up your dad had been a builder and if it was a safe site he loved to bring you along to spend some time with him. However, lately it had become one of your least favorite jobs to do, because being a girl in this industry not very many people respected you.

It didn’t matter that you hard worked incredibly hard to get to where you were, or the fact that you knew almost everything about being a builder or working in construction.. As soon as the site manager saw you they immediately decided you weren’t good enough.

You had already been out to five sites, and you only had one left to go. It had been a long day and you felt incredibly down on yourself right now, you were even considering changing professions because you didn’t want to continue to be treated like absolute shit anymore.

When you got to the last site of the day, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, giving yourself a mental pep-talk before you stepped out of the car. When you got out you immediately knew who the site manager was just by the way he stood. He was confident, and he just had an air about him that made him seem responsible and in charge of his peers.

When you walked over and introduced yourself you expected him to laugh at you like they usually did but he surprised you by shaking your hand and introducing himself, “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jack Hemmings. The site manager here. I am so glad you’re here, because we’ve been having trouble contacting the company all week and we need copies of some permits before we can continue on with our work.”

This was one of the first times someone had actually spoken to you like an equal, and he was even communicating with you about the job and how it was progressing. You were so ecstatic to finally have someone converse with you about topics you were knowledgeable in that you and Jack had an almost two hour conversation about every little thing you could think of, and the best part was that Jack was just as involved in the conversation as you were.

When you finally checked your watch you realized that you should definitely be getting back to the office, “Jack I’ve really got to go, but I just wanted to say that I’m so grateful that I got to come out to this worksite today. It’s been great getting to know you!”

“You too Y/N, you really seem to know your stuff, and you’re a great person to go with it!” He looked as if he was contemplating something, before saying, “In fact, how old are you?”

“Well, I’m actually only 20 years old right now, but I’ve been working every summer for the past 5 years of my life to get to where I am right now.” You hated telling your people your age, especially at work.

“I’m not worried about your credentials Y/N, you’re more than deserving of your job, but I was just checking because there’s someone I want you to meet! Are you free tonight?”

You were a little skeptical of who Jack would want you to meet, but you had barely done anything but work for the past year of your life so you agreed to meet him and his friend at a bar tonight.

When you got to the bar you immediately spotted Jack’s curly blonde hair over at the bar, and went over to say hi. You tapped him on the back, but when he turned around you realized that he wasn’t Jack, but shared a striking resemblance to him. “Oh, uh, I thought you were someone else sorry.” 

You turned to walk away to continue looking for Jack, but right as you turned around Jack was there. Standing behind you with his arm wrapped around the waist of a girl, “Hey Y/N, I see you’ve already found the person I wanted you to meet tonight! This here is my brother Luke,” well that certainly clears up why he looks like a slightly younger carbon copy of Jack, “and this here is Celeste, my girlfriend.” Jack said nodding to the girl next to him. Celeste gave you a quick hug, before pulling Jack to the dance floor excusing them both.

You turned to Luke, and realized you had no idea what to say, “Sooooo…”

“Sorry about this, Jack loves to set me up with people. I always try to tell him not to and usually I can get him to drop it but he was insistent that I meet you.” He paused to take a swig from his beer and then catching your eyes with his, “That must mean you’re something pretty special.” The way he said it, with that certain look in his eye made you duck your head to try and hide the blush you could feel rising to your cheeks.

You spent the next few hours at the bar getting to know each other. You found out that Luke grew up surrounded by building and construction just like you, but he actually had a passion for music that led him to his band 5 Seconds of Summer that’s currently on a break from tour.

You two talked about everything from politics in Australia to the time Jack had hung Luke from a doorknob by his underwear and everything in between. At one point you had even arm wrestled, although you’re almost positive that Luke let you win.

Eventually Jack and Celeste came back from the dance floor and the four of you decided to find a quieter place to hang out together, so you went to a local diner. When you discovered there was an arcade in the back lounge you quickly grabbed Celeste who you had bonded with extremely quickly over the last few hours, and ran to the room.

Luke and Jack could hear you giggling the whole time you made your way to the back. When a burst of laughter from you and Celeste was heard Jack watched as Luke’s face lit up, Jack just smirked at Luke for a while before saying, “Told you she was something special didn’t I?”

“Yeah, she really is.” Luke said with a smile on his face.

A/N: Let me know if you like this story, or if you want me to write anything else! My ask is always open :)

As someone who has been bullied before, I know how incredibly hard it is to just “speak up”. It can feel like you are not worth anything and can eat away at you. It took me a long time to open up to someone about it, so if you feel that it is getting dangerous please please please call a hotline or try to tell somebody. I know that this can feel embarrassing but it is SO important to let somebody know. You don’t EVER deserve to feel like you aren’t worth something, no matter what the situation. Being a teenager and growing up is hard enough and I wish that the bullies would realize that we are all on the same boat, growing up in the same world and it’s unfair to make that even harder than it already is. I love you all and even though I am not always on twitter or responding, I am always thinking of you and sending you light ❤️
—  Rowan Blanchard, rowanblanchardxx

Dark skin people learn at a very young age that they’re not loved by society.

I know the undeserving pain one receives for being a darker shade of black. I used to wash my skin extra hard hoping that if scrubbed long enough my skin wouldn’t be so dirty and I would be lighter. I used to stay inside because I was afraid of getting darker than I already was. I used to laugh along with people who made ape jokes about me because I myself saw my skin as less than.

That shit blows my mind how programmed I was to hate who I was. It took years for me to grow out of that mindset and love who I was. I still struggle with it at times. Thank God for tumblr making me as woke as I am today. 

Still learning bit by bit but at least I know one thing for sure

I sat in the sunshine today.

I know that it’s normal to feel like breastfeeding is a full time job, but I’ve been parked on this couch since the formula ran out. I am breastfeeding full time. My older sons have grown a thousand years while Antonio caters to most of their needs. Dinner is a hard fought battle, and then balanced on the head of a baby. The water barely has time to heat up before I’m out of the shower, I can already hear the babies growing more hysterical by the second as I dress. They’re always upset. There’s almost never a chance to put the babies down without them instantaneously screaming. Sometimes I sit and listen to make sure they’re swallowing, I count soiled diapers obsessively, I’m convinced that the only way they’re getting enough is to be attached constantly.  

Typically, overnight, they’re close enough to me and one another that they can sleep for four hour stretches plus. And after over 24 hours of no sleep, I reveled in early bedtime on Saturday night. But my little twin stars had other plans. 

Sometimes they switch. One will cry, nurse, sleep. Then the other, repeat. But that night it was in tandem. I was so tired that sitting up to nurse the both of them seemed an insurmountable task. But I kept doing it. And finally, after doing this every few minutes for several hours, I just broke down. I wept and confessed to a worried Antonio that I couldn’t do this anymore, that I was clearly not cut out for parenting twins, for feeding them. Antonio asked me how he could help, but I had no idea. I just kept crying. So he told me to take Elena downstairs to nurse her, and he’d keep Santino upstairs and calm him until Elena fell asleep. By the time Santino was downstairs with us and asleep as well, I just decided to keep them both downstairs with me, and I slept, sitting up, nursing both babies, for almost four hours. We went back upstairs and got in a couple of extra hours before Thaddeus woke up. By then I felt much better, and had made a decision that I was working on being okay with.

So the small patch of sunshine on the grass, as we waited for dinner to cook on the grill, invited me to make peace. I sat with my beautiful babies, these two beautiful children who shouldn’t be here, I nursed them from sore, cracked, bleeding nipples, cringed in pain and sang to them. I held them so close I thought my arms would go numb. Santino fell asleep easily, and Elena looked up at the sky until she finally shut her eyes as well. I gently put them into their chairs, they both immediately fussed and wouldn’t settle. I cried again, exhausted, defeated. 

All I am is a mom, who wants to do the best thing for all of her children and has already made countless mistakes. There are few things I’m ultra passionate about that make me the best mom for my children, and breastfeeding them is one of those things. Something I am ultra passionate about. And to breastfeed them, I will give my all. I’ve tried tapping into other resources to get them breastmilk, to the point of offering to buy it for whatever fortune it would cost, but there is nothing like that close enough to where we are. I’ve reconciled with my breastpump, but with the babies always on the breast, there is no opportunity to pump. I can’t think of any other breastmilk options, but I know that I can’t keep doing what I’m doing now, because it is not allowing me to be the best anything for anyone. We need, and already have, another option.

So with my heart in shambles, I gathered up the babies and we left the tiny patch of sunlight. I sat on the couch with the nursing pillow in place, and nursed them again, while I ordered more formula. 

I will dual feed until I’m certain I’m able to stop supplementing. I won’t put any pressure or time limit on it, I won’t fret, or be angry. When the babies formula feed, I’ll pump, I’ll build a stockpile that we’re going to need anyway, and that I should have done first. The babies will continue to thrive, but I will thrive too, and juggling everything will get easier. 

I’m sad, but I know they will exclusively take breastmilk. They will. I just need a little more time to get it right.

As someone who has been bullied before, I know how incredibly hard it is to just “speak up.” It can feel like you are not worth anything and can eat away at you. It took me a long time to open up to someone about it, so if you feel that it is getting dangerous please please please call a hotline or try to tell somebody. I know that this can feel embarrassing but it is SO important to let somebody know. You don’t EVER deserve like you aren’t worth something, no matter what the situation. Being a teenager and growing up is hard enough and I wish that the bullies would realize that we are all in the same boat, growing up in the same world and it’s unfair to make that even harder than it already is. I love you all and even though I am not always on twitter or responding, I am always thinking of you and sending you light <3
—  Rowan Blanchard (rowanblanchardxx)