and have i slept

anonymous asked:

Let me guess you liked LaLa Land too, a story about a black gay man doesn't resonate with you like it didn't with a bunch of white gay men, but I'm sure this call me by your name will get all the support you and the white gays couldn't find for Moonlight...

me: [is a bi, nb brown muslim who was raised in an extremely homophobic family and community]

me: [is living in a country where homosexuality is literally illegal]

me: [has been struggling w homophobia all their life, both external & internalised]

me: [has talked/blogged about and shown their support for moonlight more extensively than they have la la land]

you: i’m sure you slept on moonlight and didn’t find moonlight relatable at all

but you know what you’re damn right i did like la land! i liked it a lot! too bad that’s the only thing you guessed right

now let me guess: you’re one of those people who participate in a holier-than-thou circlejerk on the internet? one of those people with moral absolutism who love to judge things you’re minimally informed on, riding a proverbial insanely tall horse 24/7 because you think you have the purest ideals, completely foreign to the concept of liking two utterly different things at the same time? sorry you can’t relate to people who have a diverse range of interests but i’m sure you feel so fuckin good about yourself for being morally superior to me! ask yourself if you’re socially aware because it’s the right thing to do and to improve the lives of others or is it because of the urge to be most visibly woke lmao. you going around judging people on the internet like this is like the least helpful thing you could do it’s not contributing anything like it benefits whom, exactly? it’s not even performative internet activism anymore it’s just a waste of time & energy and just straight up useless

you done being a dumbass now? 

The drag show last night was honestly incredible and I am so happy I went despite the entire day of anxiety before hand and my almost panic attack during the beginning of the show. It ended up being a really emotional night for me (in a good way) and just being aware of how grateful I am to be where I am vs where I used to be (in literally all aspects of my life lol) and how I really really never knew I could end up this happy. It was a really great way to start Pride weekend for me. 

Also, on a more domestic note, I’m making a new recipe for creamy chicken and wild rice soup today and I’m hyped af. also might wax my legs but that’s the extent of what I am doing today bc I hurt SO much from yesterday so I slept horribly and I hurt so I have no energy left over for today at all lol

Pretty rushed draw of Moon Spirit Mari. There’s a Sun Spirit Adrien to match this but I don’t have enough time to do both atm so here’s more on my Sun/Moon Spirit AU to explain that the spirits are not all fun and games. 

  • Mari and Adrien are the eldest spirits, being around longer than any other in the spirit world.
  • Spirits all fight creatures of malice that roam around Earth to protect humans, it’s their job essentially.
  • They take something similar to job shifts lmfao, Mari fights during the night and of course, Adrien does his work during the day. 
  • Mari has slain thousands of creatures of malice for centuries and is known to share the title of the most powerful spirit with Adrien. 
  • This will make a lot of sense when you guys hear the full moon/sun backstory.
  • The only spirit on par with Mari is Adrien and vice versa. 
  • Mari and Adrien’s power have been widely acknowledged by gods. It’s been speculated that both have the power to become gods, but neither have really took the oppurtunity. 
  • That’s really all for now but the spirits have one more thing they do I have yet to reveal and of course the big backstory. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

❀➹Daryl Dixon & Carol Peletier Parallels ❀➹
   ↪ 3.11 “I Ain’t a Judas” (*deleted*) // 5.01 “No Sanctuary” // 5.06 “Consumed” // 2.07 “Pretty Much Dead Already” // 3.07 “When the Dead Come Knocking” // vs // 7.10 “New Best Friends”  

🖤 Sweet, Sweet Madness 🖤 page 03 of 13

In the recent “Welcome to the Madness” manga, Yuri references the fact that he bought his WttM outfit while he and Otabek were shopping in Barcelona together. this is a short, fluffy, comic about that time.

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I slept with someone in fall out boy and all I got was this stupid song written about me // fall out boy

Just imagine #1
  • Currently in a Bar
  • Drunk Person A shouting to C who was next to B: THIS PERSON BELONG TO ME!
  • Person C: Excuse me?
  • Person B: Omg you're drunk, aren't you?
  • Person B: Face to punch if you don't shut up right now
  • Person C: It's a good time to say that I was actually just asking for some change to use the telephone
Good Girls Don’t

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

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