and i am happy about this

My mom is… taking her “role” as my support person too seriously to the point that if I talk about finances or seem a little gloomy at all she yells at me to stop and to not make myself relapse and to not let myself get depressed and like


damn i appreciate the spirit but depression aint going away just because you told it too… i still gotta worry about how to pay my bills…. i cant just ignore things because they upset me

I know a lot of people rip on tumblr as being the worst social media site (i mean, it is it’s shoddily designed and any updates make things worse but that’s not my point today) and wonder how on earth so many people got sucked into this hellsite. For me, at least, it was, and still is, one of the best websites in terms of amateur creatives to share their content.

Fanfiction, art, poetry, short stories, etc. This is the only place where all of those things can come together and it’s easy to receive feedback on work you post via reblogs, tags, messages, etc. And I think the userbase has distorted the website into something much worse, and now Tumblr itself is making things harder for the content creators that made this website what it is, but this website isn’t inherently terrible. Just the execution of it.

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Matt insisted on putting the glow in the dark stars up. :)

As a white feminist who is trying every day not to be a White Feminist™, I want to do everything I can to be an ally to WOC without ever speaking over them.

So if I mistakenly reblog something that is not for me, please tell me (anon or not – whatever makes you comfortable), and I will take it down immediately.

my life got 100% better when I started dressing how I wanted to dress and not how I thought I should dress. I stopped caring if stripes were unflattering, I just wore them. I started wearing bold prints because they made me happy. I ordered huge shirts, pink trainers, heart shaped sunglasses. I started to let myself look on the outside how I felt on the inside, and let me tell you, I have never felt freer in my entire life 

happy birthday to my special boy !!!!
it’s a hamster plush party

Star boy is a little dreamer.

I didn’t forget Shiro’s birthday. I was just planning on celebrating… on the 1st of March. Anyhoo, my two baby boys together. Space nerds. ಥ_ಥ | Redbubble

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The living room wasn’t meant to sleep nine bodies but somehow they made a workable nest out of it.

I am so emotional over these kids and I couldn’t get this scene out of my head.

Seasons greetings from your local donut monster and grump lord

I got my very first traditional commission today!!! So amidst packaging I took a break and drew this out for roughly 45 mins - 1 hour as a break
Thank you so much @lostsoulwolf !!

I’ve only started to do little traditional things (roughly 5 1/2″ x 3 1/2″), as I am so used to digital ;ㅂ;

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“Well he wrote the songs for Moana as well - Lin-Manuel Miranda, who played Hamilton and wrote the musical, wrote the songs, is now in the Mary Poppins movie…”

In which David Tennant is all of us.

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There’s a bit at the end of the series where the two of them are just alone in an elevator together and they’re looking at each other and we didn’t know what it was gonna be, we didn’t know what was gonna happen, we didn’t know what it was gonna mean, but it definitely means something -Jon Bernthal 

3:50 pm

Every Friday at exactly 3:50 pm Draco makes sure to kiss Harry.

Every Friday. He hasn’t been late once either. Because Draco always drops everything he’s doing, no matter what he’s doing, to go and look for Harry. It’s not that easy sometimes. Harry has a job that, unlike Draco’s, requires him to actually leave the house. Whenever Draco shows up at his workplace, Harry’s face lightens up. He has never complained about Draco interrupting his work. Not once.

Even when they’re fighting and they’re both in a bad mood, they briefly forget about it when it’s 3:50 on a Friday. Like right now. They had an argument last night about Harry getting a motorcycle. Draco just doesn’t get why Harry would want to spend that much money on something that will probably kill him. They both fell asleep with a scowl on their face and they didn’t talk while eating breakfast. Harry left the house while Draco was reading the paper.

But now, as Draco stands in front of him, Harry is smiling at him fondly. Merlin, Draco just never tires of that smile. Even after all these years.

He glances at the clock and sees it’s 3:49. His eyes find Harry’s and they hold so much love, it makes Draco shudder. He takes Harry’s hands in his and pulls him closer. When his lips brush Harry’s, a familiar feeling washes over him. It’s warm and invigorating, reassuring and exhilarating. Kissing Harry will never fail to consume and mesmerize Draco.

Harry leans away again and brushes his thumb over Draco’s cheek.

“I still have a bit of work to do, but I’ll try to be home early, okay?”

“Okay,” Draco whispers, his eyes still closed.

He feels Harry kiss the tip of his nose and can’t help but grin. He pulls Harry back into a tight embrace and relishes the feeling of Harry’s body shaking against his, as Harry laughs out loud.

“I love our Friday afternoon kisses,” Harry murmurs.

“I love them, too.”

Draco really does. Because it was 3:50 pm on a Friday afternoon when Harry Potter said “I do” and kissed Draco for the first time as his husband.