and i dont even know if this is what i want

anonymous asked:

I trust nobody who says queer is a slur or says not to use it. They sound like a Terf and i dont fuck with terfs. And at the very least are adopting terf rhetoric and being willfully ignorant. Its always cis gay people saying this stuff too

A lot of people on tumblr are probably too young to remember this but every time I see arguments against the word queer I’m always reminded to back in the early 2000s when the most common slur used against us was not queer but gay.

This was SUCH a major problem and the use of gay as a slur was so widespread that there was an entire campaign made to get people to stop using it as a slur—celebrities who used gay as a slur got major backlash and had to go on Late Night shows to apologize, there were commercials on tv, posters in schools, a whole thing made specifically to get people to stop using gay as a slur.

Through alllll of that though? Literally I never heard a single person suggest that gay people should stop calling themselves gay. Never was it suggested that people should censor the word gay. Never was it suggested that people should stop using the word gay except to stop using it in a negative manner or as an insult. The onus on gay no longer being used as a slur was completely on the people who were using it as a slur, gay people were never painted as the ones who needed to change because it was clear that they were not the ones doing something wrong, and that campaigning? It worked. There are still people out there who use gay as a negative word, don’t get me wrong, but it’s certainly not as widespread now as it was then and the awareness campaign probably had a lot to do with that.  

And it just continues to strike me as totally odd that the debate over the term queer is happening on a total opposite level—the answer people have to queer being used as a slur is not to get people to stop using it as a slur but to apparently censor and punish queer people for being queer. The onus on change happening is not being put on the people who are doing something wrong (i.e. people who use queer as a slur) but on people who aren’t.

(Meanwhile, however, these people totally forget that not that long ago gay was being thrown around as the slur of choice, that many people have the same negative connotations with the word gay that they do with the word queer, and yet you KNOW that if anyone ever asked people to tag the ‘g slur’ that they would be going off in a hot minute and talking about how unfair that would be)

And to stop going off and actually finally reply to your message: queer IS a slur but it is not ONLY a slur. It has, on a large level, been reclaimed through many painful years. That doesn’t mean that EVERYONE has to reclaim it if they don’t want to or that people aren’t allowed to be uncomfortable with it being applied to them (because you don’t have to and you can be) but you cannot pretend that queer is, only ever has been, and only ever will be a slur and you cannot pretend that the work that queer people have put into reclaiming it and making a positive out of it did not happen because it did and it’s disrespectful as fuck to pretend otherwise.

And, yeah, a lot of the argument over the word queer—as well as so much of the 'disk horse’ quite frankly—is TERF rhetoric. That doesn’t mean that everyone who perpetuates this argument is a TERF (because they’re not) but r*dfem ideology is an honest to god poison that has infected tumblr and so many people who have consumed it don’t even realize it. They get fed this shit, they believe it because the people who feed it to them are very good at wording their shit in a way that makes sense to people who don’t know any better, and then they repeat it not realizing what the root of it is.

Anyway, here is an additional link to a decent post to read about the word queer if anyone is interested and I want to make it clear that while I won’t use queer as an umbrella term for the entire LGBTQIA+ community (because I respect how people identify and do not identify) and I tag all posts as #queer, I am not going to stop using the term entirely, I’m not going to stop making posts directed at/for queer people, and I’m not going to censor the word. It’s totally valid for people to be uncomfortable being called queer because they have negative connotations with the word but it’s important for people to realize that they’re experiences are not everyone’s and that just because something makes you uncomfortable does not mean that that something should not exist.

The answer to gay being used as a slur was not to punish gay people or to make them stop being gay and the answer to queer being used as a slur is not to punish queer people and make them stop being queer because someone being queer—using the word queer for themself, identifying with it, and finding positivity in it—is not a bad thing and treating like it is is to be ignorant of LGBTQIA+ history and to be callous towards other LGBTQIA+ people who identify as queer and who are not even remotely affecting you (much less harming you) by doing so.

Spidey’s Adventure in Babysitting

Warnings: none
Pairing: peter parker x you
Y/N - Your name
Summary/Request: Im so happy to hear you take requests!! If you have time, may I request a fluff story of Peter Parker babysitting Clint and Laura’s kids? And have maybe a reader/avenger help peter bc my little baby spider just gets so confused! Like, what do I do with the baby!? PLEASE!!
And thank you!

A/N:Of course! I just loved this idea as soon as I read it, enjoy!

*•*•*• •*•*•*

“Are you sure you can handle this Peter?” Clint asked for the fifth time.

“Yeah, everything will be fine. I mean, I am Spiderman! I fight villains everyday. Watching over two kids and a baby can’t be too hard.” He grinned, but suddenly there was a loud laugh that made his smile falter.

Laura glided into the living-room where the boys were seated, looking stunning in a dark blue dress that matched Clint’s suit. “Well, taking care of kids and taking down bad guys are two completely different things, Parker.”

Clint chuckled. Silently agreeing with his wife, before he walked towards her and offered his arm. “You ready babe?” She nodded with a giddy smile on her face.

How long has it been since they’ve been on a date? Peter thought to himself. They both looked extremely tired judging by the bags underneath their eyes. Was taking care of kids really that exhausting?

“Here’s the money for babysitting. Paid up front like I said.” Clint handed Peter $300, with a grin.

“Woah!” His eyes bugged out of his head, this much money for babysitting!?

“Its too much! I mean, not that I’m complaining. Thank you, really- but, this is a lot. Are you sure?” Laura and Clint looked at each other in amusement.

Laura gave Peter a hug, pushing away his open hand with the money. “Yes. It’s just the right amount for babysitting our kids. Thanks again for agreeing to do this.”

Peter started nervously shifting from side to side. Watching over Clint and Laura’s children started to make him antsy. He only agreed to this when he heard it was the couples wedding anniversary.

He thought they deserved a night off without having to worry about their kids.

And when the rest of the team said they were busy -excluding Tony since Clint said he didn’t trust him with his kids- Peter felt bad that their night might’ve been ruined. So once Aunt May made it clear she was fine with it, Peter enthusiastically agreed.

After Clint and Laura hugged their kids goodbye one more time, they gave Peter a list of phone numbers in case of emergency and told him that they’d be home no later than midnight.

“Goodluck with them spider-boy, they’re a handful.” Clint patted Peter on the back sympathetically.

Not knowing if Clint was joking or not, Peter could only nod awkwardly before the archer closed the door to his house and headed to his car that was parked out in the dirt driveway.

Peter anxiously shook out his hands before he took in a deep breathe. Time to be a good babysitter, he thought as he headed up the stairs.

*•*•*• •*•*•*

Two hours later: After three tantrums from baby Nathaniel, two fights over a toy spaceship from Cooper and Lila, and non-stop crying from all three, Peter had, had enough.

Not only was he exhausted from running around to tend to the kids needs, but he had a horrible headache. Having enhanced hearing wasn’t making things any better. Instead, it made the noise 10 times worse.

A shrill voice boomed inside the house making Peter jump,
“Pete!!! Cooper took one of my chips!”

“NO I DIDN’T!!” Peter sighed, banging his head on the wall of the kitchen. He was just trying to make himself a sandwich. One. Small. Sandwich.

But no, he couldn’t even do that. He did his best to compose himself, but his nerves were fried and he was panicking. How can I do this? I can’t do this. Oh my god what was I thinking?! I can’t do this, I can’t-not alone. I’m alone! All alone taking care of three kids! Wait…

He suddenly got an idea, and rushed past the kids in the living, yelling over his shoulder “Cooper give her one of your chips since you took it! And no more arguing please!” Rummaging through his school backpack that he brought with him, he finally found what he was looking for. His phone.

He quickly dialed a number he had memorized by heart. He was calling his other bestfriend besides Ned, an avenger best friend.

After two rings she picked up. “Hello?”

Peter instantly felt calmer just by hearing her voice, it was soothing and smooth, but that calm was quickly replaced by anxiousness when the baby started crying. “Peter? Is everything okay?”

He had to yell over the crying to be heard, “Actually I really need your help. I’m babysitting Clints kids…and uh…I don’t- I don’t know what to do anymore! This is so much more stressful than I thought! Please help me y/n.”

All it took was for you to hear how panicked and desperate Peter sounded, to quickly rush out of bed to change your clothes. “I’ll be right there. For now, rock little Nate. It should comfort him.”

“Okay.” He scurried up the stairs to do what you said, thankful to finally have some advice.

You quickly got dressed and headed out of the Avengers tower to Clint’s house. With you being an Avenger, you’ve been to Clint’s many times before. And quite frankly with your powers, you could actually handle babysitting. Being able to put anyone to sleep by singing could really be helpful in a lot of situations. Of course, you could kill people by singing too- but only when you wanted to. Usually you choose to make people unconscious, it really helps with getting information out of them later.

But being able to put people to sleep, was not the only reason Peter called you. You’re great with kids. They love you and you love them. No one knew why but kids actually listened to you. They could be the most mischievous little rascals yet you could control them.

Peter waited patiently for you to come, rocking back and forth on the couch with Nataniel like you suggested.

Once you finally arrived, and opened the door (that was conveniently unlocked thanks to Peter) you were greeted with the sounds of whines, cries, and the sight of your tired looking neighbor.

His face immediately brightened when he saw you, and then somehow got even brighter when he saw the Deli food that was in your hands. His stomach audibly grumbled causing him to blush and you to laugh.

“Auntie y/n! You’re here! YAY!” Lila rushed at you and gave you a bone crushing hug, crushing some of the sandwiches in the process. You giggled, when suddenly another tiny body joined in on the hug. “Hey Cooper! How have you guys been?”

They shrugged nonchalantly, before running off to their rooms. Probably to play you thought.

“Oh thank god!” Peter sat up as fast as he could with the baby in his arms.

You laughed, “Glad you’re happy to see me Parker.” He made a grab for the bags of Deli in your hands, but you swiftly pulled it out of his reach.

“Nuh-uh.” You wagged a free finger at him. “I guess you’re just happy to see food. I was hoping it was me that made you happy.” Peter blushed a deep red, looking down at Nathaniel to avoid your playful gaze.

“Uh- I mean, well. Of course you make-um of course you make me happy. But, uh. I’m sorry, I’m just really really really hungry!” After moving to the kitchen and unpacking the food, you took little Nate from Peter.

“Enjoy your food Pete, I’ll take care of the kids for now.” With a smile he happily nodded and thanked you many times before he actually sat down to eat.

“Oh wait,” Peter called, you turned around and started bouncing Nathaniel softly. “Here.” Peter pulled out $300 from his pocket, and after counting out $200, he handed it to you.

“I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t share the money I got for babysitting. Plus theres extra for the food.” He sat down again, and you were grinning so much your cheeks started to hurt.

“Thanks Spidey!” And with that you turned around, heading towards the stairs.

The noise of Lila and Coopers yells increased with each step you took. But, Nate started to make little cries so you got a baby bottle full of formula from his baby bag in his room.

Deciding to check on the kids you placed baby Nate in a rocking swing and sang him to sleep. It was only to make him sleepy, not the lethal kind of singing you could do to enemies. This was just a soothing song to make Nathaniel want to go to sleep. Once his eyes closed you headed to Cooper and Lila’s room.

Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and you were pulled inside.

Using the train you learned from being an Avenger, you flip up in air, successfully shaking off whoever grabbed ahold of you.

Once you landed, your body was already in a fighting stance, and you looked around to see what was happening.

“Woah! That was so cool Auntie y/n!!” Cooper looked at you with big eyes while Lila was squealing and jumbling around-trying to flip like you just did.

You started to relax knowing it was just the kids and not a threat. With a sigh, you smiled at them “Thanks little man. But next time, please dont surprise me like that.”

They nodded hurriedly, “So… Did you get the money?” Askew Lila:

With a smirk you pulled out the money and handed them each $25.

“Told you the plan would work!” Lila practically screeched.

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yep, but its thanks to you two little actors that you made Petey call me. Great job guys, we all get money!”

All of you jumped up and down clutching the money in your hands.

When all of a sudden peters voice rang throughout the whole house.


Looking at the kids you whispered “Run!” And all three of you ran off to hide.

But not before you called out over your shoulder “A girls gotta make a living!”

And with a smirk sent at Peter who was running up the stairs, you disappeared into one of the many hiding places in the house. Thinking, this is gonna be fun!

Perfect (Bill Skarsgård x Reader)

Requested: Hi love! If you’re taking requests rn could you write a bill skarsgård or tom holland imagine where the reader kind of gets obsessed with looking a certain way for a movie or a show and she starts over exercising and taking the not so healthy route and he realises it’s a lot worse when he goes to visit her than the pictures he had seen on ig and Twitter and stuff (doesn’t that make any sense? I rambled a lot I’m sorry) also if you’re not ok with it you dont have to write it

Warnings: Self-hate, bad eating habits.

AN: I hope you enjoy:)

Originally posted by mrbeniciodeltoro

It was finally the day you get to come back to visit your boyfriend, Bill. And you couldn’t be more happy. You were away filming for a show. It was so tough being away from Bill for so long but you loved these moments where you ran into his arms finally having him be with you after a while.

Bill was also very happy. The hour long face time sessions weren’t enough for him, he needed to see, hug and kiss you in person. And now he finally got to.

While you were away from Bill you did something that really surprised him and was that you posted of a photo of yourself in a bikini. Bill knew how self conscious you were about your body and he couldn’t be anymore proud of you. He loved your body and it killed him inside knowing you never loved yourself, but he was hoping some of that hate went away.

So there you were about to get off the plane and you were so exited. You then quickly exited the plane. You rushed to the gates to see Bill standing there in your direction. You both looked at each other for a second taking in each other’s appearance. You then quickly ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him as he did the same.

“I missed you.” You whispered.

“I missed you too.” Bill whispered back. But he couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about you, but he just decided to dismiss the thought. You pulled back from the hug and smiled up at him.

“Should we head home?” You asked and he nodded leading you to the car.

After a long ride home from the airport you both were safely at home. You walked through the door and you immediately jumped onto one of the couches. You watched as Bill went into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a plate full of your favorite cookies.

“I made them for you, they’re your favorite.” He smiled as he pushed the plate of cookies in front of you. You smiled up at him.

“Thanks sweetheart but I ate on the plane so I’m not really hungry.” You lied. He nodded as he sat next to you.

“Well I hope your hungry tonight, I got us reservations at your favorite restaurant.” He smiled at you and you smiled back.

You got ready to go out to dinner putting on some simple makeup and a simple but pretty dress. You and Bill left for the restaurant after you both got ready.

After about a half hour of driving you finally reached the restaurant. The dinner was going pretty great until your food arrived. You ate a couple of bites before you just started to play with it with your fork. Bill immediately noticed this and spoke up.

“Y/n is the food not good? You can order something else if you want.”

“Oh no it’s fine it’s just I’m not really that hungry, I umm ate some of your cookies while getting ready.” You lied again and he raised his eyebrows at you but you just smiled. After they took your plates you practically begged Bill not to get dessert, claiming you were too full to eat any. So Bill paid the check and you both left heading for home.

When you arrived home you stepped out of the car and waited for Bill at the door.

“Hey can I talk to you for a second?” Bill asked.

“Umm sure what about?”

“You have been acting weird lately. What’s up?”

“I haven’t been acting weird.” You immediately responded. Bill raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are you sure cause you didn’t eat anything when we got home. Or at the restaurant.”

“I swear everything is fine.” He looked at you and he knew you were lying. Tears started to cloud your vision. “Fine do you know why I don’t eat it’s cause I’m so ugly!”


“I don’t look like those girl who try out for the roles I go for. They are all so perfect and pretty. I’m so ugly, so I just decided-d to not eat anymore.” You choked out a sod and Bill pulled you into his arms.

“You can’t do that to yourself love. You don’t even need to do that you’re perfect.” You scuffed. “It’s true.”

“How am I so perfect when I look like this?”

“You looked perfect to me. And don’t worry what the other girls look like cause they aren’t you.”

“But all the roles I want to do-”

“It’s not going to affect I mean the directors should be lucky enough to get someone as perfect as you.” He wiped away the tears that were coming out of your eyes. “Now come on let’s go inside and watch movies and eat as much junk food as we can.” You nodded and laughed, heading into the house with Bill. God were you lucky to have. But he was even more lucky to have you.

How Do You Know - Part 2

A/N: I FINALLY WROTE PART 2 AYEE! Are y’all proud of me now? I’ve just been so busy with school and I didn’t have time. I’m probably gonna fail my test tomorrow cause I wrote this instead of studying but oh well
I wanna thank everone that messaged me and requested a part 2, you’re a real one! I suggest reading the first part so this whole thing makes sense. Here’s the link: Part 1.
Fun fact: I tried uploading this like 4 times but my laptop kept crashing before I could save the draft so that’s great :))) Anyways, I hope you like this one!

It was as if time had stopped. Jonah couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. He only stared at the kitchen door where you had been standing just seconds ago. Confusion and shock were written all over his face, making it clear he had no idea of what was going on. Your words rang through his head, loud and clear, while he was trying to put the pieces together. And then it hit him. “…break up with (Y/N)” That must have been what set you off. That little part of his speech must have been the only thing you had heard.

Suddenly the room started spinning. Jonah’s vision turned blurry, his ears were ringing and his breathing came out shallow. He saw the guys talking to him but his mind couldn’t comprehend what they were saying. When did they even come in here? It was as if someone had taken over his body, making him lose all senses. His thoughts were racing, going a million miles per hour. He tried to stop his body from shaking but to no avail. Tears were streaming down his face, making it hard to see. There was a deep ache in his chest which finally pushed him over the edge. A hand trying to grab him was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

You were curled up on your couch, surrounded by tissues and stared at the wall blankly. You had run out of tears after crying for hours straight. Now the only thing that was left was the dull pain. You tried distracting yourself but your mind seemed to only focus on the one thing you desperately wanted to forget. You kept telling yourself that you were okay, that this was for the best but you knew you were lying. How could you be okay? You loved this boy with everything you had. The hurt you felt when hearing his words seemed humanly impossible. It was as if your whole world had fallen apart, destroyed by the one person that had made it complete. Jonah was your everything, your forever and always, your first and you thought he would be your last too.

“How could you be so stupid?” You were angry. Angry at Jonah for doing this to you, angry at the boys for playing along but mostly angry at yourself for letting him wreck you like this. You wondered how long he had felt this way, how long he had been faking it. Maybe it was never real to begin with? You thought back to all the memories you had made, the day you had met, your first date, going on adventures in the middle of the night, him teaching you how to play the guitar, slow dancing to random songs in your small dorm room, all the inside jokes, all the laughs you shared, every hug and every kiss. No. That couldn’t have been fake. You knew Jonah better than anyone, you could read him like an open book. You remembered how his face would light up whenever he saw you, the small smile he would wear when you were talking and the love in his eyes whenever he would look at you. Thinking back to the incident, you remembered how excited he had been when he saw you and the way his face fell when you started screaming, the confusion clearly prominent on his face. He didn’t want to break up with you.

The ringing phone next to you brought you back to reality. Zach’s name along with a dumb picture of him flashed across the screen. The boys had been calling you non-stop since you got home but you declined every call. This time though something told you to pick up. “Hello?” Your voice came out quiet and shaky and you mentally cursed yourself for sounding so vulnerable. “Oh god, (Y/N), you finally picked up!” You had never heard Zach sound so stressed like he did in this moment. There were a lot of different sounds and voices in the background, making you wonder where he was. “Listen, Jonah, uhm he- he had a panic attack. After you left he got so quiet and we tried talking to him but he wasn’t responding and then he started shaking like crazy and collapsed onto the floor. We’re at the hospital right now and I’m just- I’m so scared. (Y/N/N), you need to come please. He needs you. We need you” The last part came out in a whisper but you still heard him loud and clear. “I’m on my way” was the only thing you said before hanging up and jumping off the couch.

Zach’s words hit you like a bus. You felt everything and nothing at the same time. Your emotions were going crazy and there was no way to control them. Quickly, you threw on a hoodie, some shoes and grabbed your key on your way out. You didn’t even bother checking your appearance, knowing you looked like death. You sprinted to your car, Jonah the only thing on your mind. Driving as fast as you could, not even bothering if you hit any red lights, you made your way to the hospital. When you walked in you already saw Zach and Daniel waiting at the door for you. Catching their attention immediately you ran over to them and wrapped them in a tight hug. You could see the worry on their faces and their tear-stained cheeks made it clear that they were as scared for him as you were. The three of you walked to Jack and Corbyn and once they saw you approaching, they got up and hugged you too. That’s when the tears started falling again.

You had been sitting in the waiting room for what felt like hours, trying to get comfortable on those chairs. Your crying had stopped but the atmosphere was still tense. “Are you here for Jonah Marais?” Hearing the voice, you all jumped to your feet and looked at the doctor. You only nodded your head, unable to form words. “You don’t need to worry, he is stable. Mr. Marais had a panic attack due to huge stress and passed out. I believe you all know what had caused the stress in the first place. Anyways, he woke up about ten minutes ago and is now ready for visitors. But be careful, don’t overwhelm him.” The doctor gave you a little smile and turned around, leaving to go see another patient.

You just stood there, awkwardly staring at the door. Zach gave you a little push and nodded his head, signalling for you to go in first. You closed your eyes, taking in a huge breath and walked towards the room. You entered and closed the door behind you.

Jonah heard the door close and looked up. Once he realized it was you a huge smile made its way to his face. But it was soon gone when he remembered the events from earlier. He looked at you carefully, wondering what you were doing here. You walked further into the room, stopping directly in front of the bed he was lying in and surprised him by bending down and wrapping your tiny arms around his shoulders. Jonah didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled you down so you were sitting next to him. He nuzzled his head into your neck and breathed in your scent. He didn’t know when he would get to hold you like this again so he wanted to savour this moment.

He pulled away when he felt something wet making contact with his shirt and when he looked at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks his heart broke a little. “Don’t you dare do this again, Marais, do you understand me? Do you have any idea how worried we were? We didn’t know what was going on, nobody wanted to tell us anything. I was already preparing myself for the worst. And the boys were so scared, I mean, they wouldn’t admit it but I could tell by the looks on their faces. We thought we would lose you!” He just stared at you, taking it all in. He looked at your cheeks that had red dots all over them from your salty tears, at your nose that was red from blowing it too much earlier, at your lips that were quivering, into your eyes that were still glossy, at your hair that was hastily thrown into a bun and had a few strands falling out and at your fingers that were playing with the hem of his sweatshirt out of habit. He knew he had to tell you. It was now or never.

“I love you.” You froze. Looking up you were met with Jonah’s eyes staring at you. Did I hear right? You thought you were dreaming but judging by the hopeful look on his face it was real. Tears started to make their way down your face again but this time out of happiness. You let out a little giggle and leaned forward “And I love you.” That was all it took. Jonah placed his lips on yours, pulling you into him again. You both smiled into the kiss and only pulled away when you heard cheers coming from the doorway.

“I can’t imagine my life without you. It’s you and me forever, princess.” “I know, Jonah, I know.”

anonymous asked:

I would like some advice (its okay if you don't know what to say or do), but I wanted to ask- since I do identify somewhat as Butch (is wondering if that label truthly fits me) but I'm short- and most women (femme or not) seem to "only" be interested in wanting tall girlfriends- not that it's a bad thing, Because I do agree that tall butches/femmes are very attractive, i just dont know if I'm ever gonna someone to be attracted to me because of my height as well...

oh there are definitely girls who prefer short girls, or don’t have a height preference at all! even though i love tall girls, i love short girls too and someone’s height isn’t going to be a deciding factor if i date them or not

also @followers like this post if you love short girls!

anonymous asked:

Hey, me and my partner of 6 years recently decided to be poly and to keep a long story short, when ever they have a date im super happy for them untill things get heated and sex becomes a thing and then i get really upset and i just dont know how to deal with that and grow

A couple of ideas:

Can you ask that they not tell you when it gets sexual? I’ve found that although I like to know *that* a partner is in a sexual relationship with someone, I prefer to know very little about the specifics. I definitely don’t want to know what (or even whether) something happened on a particular day. And if I know a partner is pursuing a sexual relationship with someone, I don’t need to know when it actually happens for the first time; knowing that it probably has or will soon is fine. I didn’t like realizing that about myself because I wanted to think of myself as ~super chill~ about everything, yknow? But the truth is, I’m not, and the best way to set myself up for success with jealousy is to know that there are limits to the information I want. You might be like me. You might not be. But I encourage you to think about the ways you want to interact with information you’re being offered and whether a certain degree of detail helps you feel better or worse. People are different about that, and that’s okay!

I also recommend the book “The Jealousy Workbook,” and the info about jealousy from this website:

anonymous asked:

heh. all you talk about is homophobia, racism and things that you should address irl and not with a keyboard. you really want to solve that problem? go participate irl in defending these people, actions speaks louder than words. dont be an insecure keyboard warrior loser behind the computer. do your parents a favor and end their misery, end yourself now and the world will still continue without you. you will be forgotten. dont forget to take a selfie of your lifeless body. au revoir.

and what makes you think i don’t? oddly enough, people CAN participate in more than one thing at once! amazing! just because i post things online doesn’t mean i’m not participating in pride parades and protests in real life! WILD! it’s almost like my internet personal is only a small portion of my life. oh, and—even if i’m an “insecure keyboard warrior,” or whatever else insult you pulled off of 4chan, at least i have the satisfaction of knowing i was never pathetic enough to tell someone to kill themselves on anon.

Thoughts about Sex

Before I start, I just wrote something that was really sexual and Im sitting here like damn I wish I could make love to somebody. I keep reading it over and over again and it just fuels me with sexual passion. I cant really talk about this anywhere else so here are just some of my thoughts on sex real quick. Take it how you want it…

I want to have sex with somebody so bad, but the sad thing is I dont want to have it with just anybody. Of course I can just run up to any ole girl and throw my dick on the table but even the thought of me just saying that seems like its not enough. Whats the point of sex if your not in love with the person your having it with. Porn doesn’t even turn me on anymore because all they are doing is fucking each other for a paycheck. Im trying to love, sure I know some women dont even wanna hear that shit but honestly fuck that shit. I want to love a womans mind, body and soul. Im trying to connect in the purest form of connection us as humans can possibly have. Sure there are going to be moments in my life where I just have sex with someone because I feel like busting a nut but honestly physical satisfaction alone seems like boring sex to start with. I want to look a girl in her eyes, read her mind, touch her soul and make love to each and every part of her body as I can. Humans in general are the few animals on Earth that gain pleasure from sex and we are the few animals here that can fall in love with each other. So why the hell not have sex with someone you love? Why do I gotta waste my nut and potential children on a chick im not even gonna want to talk about in 3 months time. 10 minutes of pure ecstasy with a beautiful girl I give a damn about, thats all I really want. Thats all I really need. I want her to feel good and I want to feel good. I want to make her cum for me and say my name while I give her the love she deserves for just being alive here on Earth with me. I dont think I can ask for anything more and anything less honestly……

I think I have nothing more or less to say too…….and fuck just jerking off nigga thats lame af… any dude out there reading this bro stop masterbating for a minute find a girl you love and fuck her right my nigga. Trust me you’ll feel more like a man with or without the sex part.

Ok I think im done, Im just wanting to love on somebody I guess


Ty to the lovely kona @garbonzo-lordofthehats for tagging me🌷🌷🌷 and if you aren’t following them whater you even doing???

goal: tag nine people you want to know better (lol this taggy thingy thinks i know 9 people, what a loser!!  just kidding pls be my friend) 

Relationship status: single 

 Favorite color: red or green?

Lipstick or chapstick: neither 

Last song: umm… i think Red Moon by will wood and the tapeworms (vv good btw)

Last Movie: Rocky horror (its my go too feel bad movie, although kinda problematic)

Top 3 Tv shows: Supernatural (i only really like seasons 1-5), Jessica Jones, and the Flash

3 ships: asdfgh i actually can’t think of anything? Maybe showpoison, and bleh i dunno Joshin (they’re frickin adorable, although that sounds weird cause i haven’t really talked to either of them? so im not going to tag them, bc i dont want to be annoying) 

I don’t really want to bother anyone, but @stardust-phan, @futurefamousperson, @floristanon, @aggressive-ukulele, @sea-ship-howell, @soul-punks, @hesitantfrnk, @unfortunatepolaroids, @perhaps-trees-and-tea pls don’t hate me, just tell me if you dont want me to tag you, i dunno ya’ll seem really nice and im going to shut up now


My parents found one of my support pages.

So, im gonna wait it out till they show thier faces. cause if they seemingly want to know what i do. They see my story, And theres litte reason why i should say anything else. 

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i dont know whats wrong with me. i want love. but somehow theres always something in the way. and that piece of shit is myself. it’s just literally impossible to express my feelings or just to act natural in front of him. i cant even look at him let alone say hello. i dont know why im like this. no wonder im alone. i wont ever find love.

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.

infodumping about the ocean

Missing someone I shouldn’t even be thinking about.
—  March 17, 2017

I wanted to draw Keith having a pet dog growing up and I was like, ‘okay, he’d probably have a rottweiler, or maybe a German Sheppard?

but when i started drawing I was like no this kid is gonna have a floppy mop dog.

SO LIKE, I was looking through episodes to answer a post and I just noticed something in Horrificator…

A lot of people already pointed out the difference between the Chloe and Marinette almost-kisses with Adrien

and also Adrien giving Chloe the stink-eye for interrupting his almost-kiss with Marinette–

rude, chloe

But I noticed that right afterwards, Chat Noir was totally thirsty for a kiss??

And he was so thirsty that his lead ups to the kisses didn’t even make any sense??

LIke… Adrien, Chat… my dude… calm.

He really wanted to be kissed that day.


Please look at this cutepatoot’s face as he watches Marinette say her lines. PLEASE LOOK. is that tenderness really just acting we don’t know