gabbsims  asked:

Honestly you are very depressed.I think you should take a break from tumblr and find your happy place.I love babe but you cant keep doing this to yourself...I know from personal experience if you keep doing this while being depressed everything will get worse.I have been very close to ending it all and the best thing I did was stop doing the things that were consuming my life and find who I was.That is how I learned who I am.You're A confident, Loving, bold, and beautiful person inside and out.

Drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.

The thing that is getting to me the most about news of Carrie Fisher’s autopsy report is not the results themselves, but the way the media is handling it. Like it’s a Gotcha moment—like somehow we were tricked into thinking she was a better person than she actually was.

And that is profoundly bullshit.

Carrie was open about being an addict. Her opening line from her iconic stand up show (and book by the same name) “Wishful Drinking” was quite literally, “Hi, I’m Carrie Fisher, and I’m an alcoholic.”

She talked at length and in often brutal depth about her problems with substance abuse, her compulsive self destructive tendencies, and her dependencies to both illegal and prescription drugs. She wrote about it in her books, she talked about it on talk shows. She made an entire comedic stand up performance out of it, detailing the lengths she went to in order to try and regain some semblance of safety and normalcy in her life. 

She was brutally honest that every single day was a struggle for sanity after years and years of attempting to self medicate a mental illness that for most of her life was mistaken for feckless lack of self control. 

You know how they way “Religion is the opiate of the masses?” Well I took masses of opiates religiously! -Wishful Drinking

She was bright, and beautiful and bold about it. And she didn’t have to be.

Carrie Fisher didn’t have to stand there and take the shitstorm of criticism people launched at her for decades, let alone turn it into humor. She didn’t. She didn’t owe anyone outwith her immediate family an explanation for her erratic behavior over the years, nor the flack she caught for it. (Think of all the male actors in Hollywood who are in and out of rehab centers so quickly they could harness the revolving doors as a wind turbine. Then tell me the media press about her life and now her death are fair.)

But she did it anyway, because she knew it was important. And she took those bright lights of Hollywood shining down on her like a ruthless, malevolent child holding a magnifying glass under the sun—and she turned that merciless heat and pointed it at things that mattered, often at the expense of herself, opening herself up to ridicule and the severe cruelty of others who lambasted her for everything, ranging from her weight, her mental illness or her audacity to simply grow old.

Is it tragic that her addiction likely cost her her life? Yes, of course it is. Does it invalidate any of her achievements? The strength and vibrancy with which she lived her life and touched the lives of millions around her for the better? 

“I call people sometimes hoping not only that they’ll verify the fact that I’m alive but that they’ll also, however indirectly, convince me that being alive is an appropriate state for me to be in. Because sometimes I don’t think it’s such a bright idea. Is it worth the trouble it takes trying to live life so that someday you get something worthwhile out of it, instead of it almost always taking worthwhile things out of you?” 

-The Princess Diarist

Carrie Fisher mattered, her voice mattered. The things that she said and did, mattered. They still matter. And they are no less true and poignant in the light of these revelations.

Addiction is a disease. It’s a dysfunction of the brain’s reward system which requires constant management and care and often goes hand in hand with other mental health disorders. It is not simply a question of willpower or the perceived lack thereof. And while sobriety is to be praised and encouraged—of course it is, of course it absolutely unquestionably is—you cannot possibly know what may cause a person to slip or to feel like they can’t cope without that crutch. And shame on anyone who says it was therefore deserved. 

Shame and my heartfelt wishes that you never go through the things that can lead to serious addiction. Or that you are ever abandoned, derided and regarded as less than human because of it and your death turned into a smear campaign against your memory for the sake of a sensationalist headline.

Yes. Carrie Fisher was an addict, she had drug dependency problems related to her mental health. There was a time she kept it hidden, but after she made the decision to come out about it, she stuck by that decision and became a champion, for herself and everyone like her who struggles. Because she never wanted anyone to suffer like she did in order to get help. And she did it with as much grace and humility as she could manage—and a whole lot more indignity, immodesty, crass humor and love as well. Because that’s who she was and she cared. 

And that’s a hell of a lot more than can be said for those crowing over her death like it’s just deserts.

Fuck you.

People do not exist to stand up to your demands of a perfect ideal of humanity. You do not get to place that burden on the shoulders of someone then tear them apart when they fall under that weight—famous or otherwise.

Fuck you and your whole pretense at moral piety and the horse you rode in on.

Carrie Fisher was not your unproblematic fave. She was in fact extremely problematic, and no one knew that better than she did. 

“I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I’ve arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone’s idea of heaven, I could swear sometimes—if I’m quiet enough—I can hear the angels sing. Either that or I fucked up my medication again.” 

-Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking.

happy trans day of visibility

here’s a list of things with canon trans and nonbinary characters (not including robots, aliens, or other non-humans, because im tired of that being referred to as good representation)


  • Orange is the New Black
  • Sense8
  • Orphan Black (minor character)
  • The OA
  • The Fosters
  • Shameless
  • Faking It
  • Doubt
  • Mr Robot
  • American Horror Story: Hotel
  • Moville Mysteries
  • Billions
  • When We Rise
  • Drop Dead Diva (minor characters)
  • Boy Meets Girl
  • Star
  • Frida
  • Outsiders (minor character)
  • Sailor Moon
  • Elementary
  • Twin Peaks (minor character)
  • Superjail!
  • Bold and the Beautiful (minor character)
  • Degrassi: The Next Generation
  • Wentworth Prison
  • Wentworth
  • The L Word


  • Sidonia no Kishi (Knights of Sidonia)
  • Wandering Son


  • About Ray
  • 3 Generations
  • Boy Meets Girl
  • Get Real
  • Tomboy
  • Ma Vie En Rose
  • Todo Sobre Mi Madre
  • Tangerine


  • Carmilla
  • Couple-Ish
  • Sidetrack Series
  • Her Story
  • The Uncanny Upshurs
  • Brothers
  • People Watching
  • Adventures of Serena Berg


  • Welcome to Night Vale
  • The Message
  • The Penumbra
  • Freed
  • Space Log
  • The Strange Case of Starship Iris
  • Carpe DM
  • Jim Robbie and the Wanderers
  • Sable
  • Friends at the Table
  • Death At A Low Price
  • Whatever Happened to Jonathan Green
  • Blue Dawn
  • Adventures of MechaBetty
  • Audio Diary of a Superhero
  • Inkwyrm
  • Spines
  • Oak
  • Cthulhu and Friends
  • Iron Horses Can’t be Broken


  • The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson
  • If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo
  • Magnus Chase and the Hammer of Thor by Rick Riordan
  • Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan
  • Everyday by David Levithan
  • I am J by Cris Beam
  • Symptioms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin
  • On The Edge of Gone by Corinne Duyvis
  • Robins of the Night by Dajo Jago
  • Rock and Riot by Chelsey Furedi
  • Never Satisfied by Taylor Robin
  • The Last Halloween by Abby Howard
  • Every Heart a Doorway by Saenan McGuire
  • When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-mArie McLemore
  • George by Alex Gino
  • Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills
  • Luna by Julie Anne Peters
  • Parrotfish by Angela Katz-McNair
  • What We Left Behind by Robin Talley
  • Beauty Queens by Libba Bray
  • The Best Boy Ever Made by Rachel Eliason
  • Being Emily by Rachel Gold
  • Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky
  • The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin (minor character)
  • A Boy Like Me by Jennie Wood
  • Nevada by Imogen Binnie
  • The Collection by Topside Press
  • I’ve Got a Time Bomb by Sybil Lamb
  • Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transgender Warriors by Leslie Feinberg
  • Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein
  • Transmen and FTMs by Jason Cromwell
  • Body Alchemy by Loren Cameron
  • Ties that Bind: Familial Homophobia and its Consequences by Sarah Schulman
  • She’s not There by Jennifer Finney Boylan
  • Redefining Realness by Janet Mock
  • Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto
  • Red: A Crayon’s Story by Michael Hall
  • Introducing Teddy by Jess Walton
  • The Danish Girl by David Ebershoff
  • Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami (minor character)
  • Buffalo Belle by Oliver Douzou
  • What We May Be by Maxine Jackson
  • Aftermath by Chuck Wendig
  • Girl Mans Up by Vanessa North
  • Coffee Boy by Austin Chant
  • Peter Darling by Austin Chant
  • Cinder Ella bt S.T. Lynn
  • A Boy Called Cin by Cecil Wilde
  • Otros Valles by Jamie Berrout
  • Rethinking Normal by Katie Rain Hill
  • Almost Perfect by Brian Katcher
  • Trumpet by Jackie Kay
  • Life in the ‘Cosm by Cait Gordon
  • Dreadnought by April Daniels
  • At The Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson (minor character)
  • Not Your Sidekick by C.B Lee (minor character)
  • In Inexplicable Logic of my Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz
  • A+E 4ever by I. Merey
  • The Unintentional Time Traveler by Everett Maroon
  • The Miccah Grey Seires by Laura Lam
  • Sweet Nightingale by Robin Swift
  • Some Assembly Required: The Not-So-Secret Life of a Transgender Teen by Arin Andrews
  • Liminal by A. Sieracki
  • Just Girls by Rachel Gold
  • Being Emily by Rachel Gold
  • The Devil and the Bluebird by Jennifer Mason-Black


  • Paranatural (minor character)
  • Lumberjanes
  • ShootAround
  • Always Human
  • Demon Street
  • Monsterkind (minor character)
  • Go Get A Roomie (minor characters)
  • Deadendia
  • Feast for a King
  • Knight’s Errant
  • The Wicked and the Divine
  • Immortal Nerd
  • White Noise
  • Demon House
  • Monsterpop
  • Assigned Male
  • Intergalactic Little Spat
  • O Human Star
  • Chaos Life
  • As The Crow Flies
  • Prague Race
  • Never Satisfied
  • Namesake
  • Questionable Content
  • Jem
  • Bombshells
  • Rat Queens
  • Les Normaux
  • Angela
  • Asgard’s Assassin
  • Rechargeable
  • Goodbye to Halos


  • Dragon Age: Inquisition
  • dys4ia


  • Hidden: A Gender by Kate Bornstein


  • When I was a Boy by Dar Williams
  • Kim Petras

add your own! let’s make this a big list for tdov!

What kind of beauty do you have?

So you might be an Aries or a Gemini, but that doesn’t mean you have Aries Venus or Gemini Venus. Our Venus sign shows us many things and one of those things is the beauty you have.

BTW the body part ruled by the sign of your Venus is generally the most beautiful part of you! *Calculate and find your Venus sign to see :)

Aries Venus: Bold beauty. Everything about you seems to stick out. Badass attitude and facial features that stand out in a dominant fiery way. Your assertiveness is admired and deemed beautiful in other’s eyes. One of the hottest next to Leo.

Taurus Venus: A classic beauty that emanates love and stability. You look very earthy of course, it’s a very grounded and lustful beauty to be honest. I guarantee you look like a million bucks if you have this placement.

Gemini Venus: Mischievous and youthful beauty. Your laugh and silly quirks are to die for. Beautiful mind as well. People probably complement you and adore you because you seem so young and childlike. Your beauty lies in your friendliness and capability to converse with anyone.

Cancer Venus: Just damn adorable. Their nurturing and caring vibe they give off is so beautiful to others. You’re the good girl or good guy with a happy smile. Cancer’s emotions show through and give you a sense of motherly care from them to you. Comfortable beauty. Probably have bigger breasts and hips.

Leo Venus: You can see the Leo fierceness in your eyes. A flirty kind of beauty. You attract people with your outgoing attitude towards life. Can be mischievous looking just like Gemini– you both have that look in your eye. Probably really hot.

Virgo Venus: A subtle and soft, cute beauty. This sign represents women, therefore giving you a very womanly appearance. Your eyes are big and clear. It’s beauty that makes you appear shy, but you’re just always humble in your appearance. Your cuteness alone attracts many admirers. Probably ample breasts and hips.

Libra Venus: You have a girly beauty that catches everyone’s eye. A charming type of beauty. Even if you’re a boy with this placement, you might be called the pretty boy (you’re all gorgeous nonetheless). Very feminine beauty with sparkling eyes. Your beauty has a lot of character.

Scorpio Venus: You possess a deep, dark beauty. The beauty in your eyes reflects your deepest thoughts. There’s an edgy look to your beauty. A beauty with depth, that only some people have access to. But it can’t help but show through and be quite mysterious.

Sagittarius Venus: Care free beauty. Your smile and casual way of living shows a simple beauty, but you also are attractive in the way you get wild and adventurous. Independently beautiful. You’re most attractive when you look like you’re having a good time. Your messy hair is attractive. This reminds me of surfers lol

Capricorn Venus: An elegant and classy beauty. Guys who want a respectable gal will love you. You have a mature beauty that never ages. Beautiful in the way you go about life and tend to the workplace and home life. You are admirable and beautiful while you engage in your tasks.

Aquarius Venus: Wide eyed, off beat beauty. Awkward type of beauty that is so cute to onlookers. The way that you are so quirky and talkative attracts people. Your different way of being in itself is so so beautiful and can’t be ignored, in a great way.

Pisces Venus: An ethereal, completely cute and pretty kind of beauty. Eyes that gleam and dream of romance are gorgeous! Social yet a bit shy. Innocent nature is evident and is beautiful. Like Virgo, your cute nature attracts people.

This is how it starts:

His mother is French. An ice dancer, beautiful as they come; fluid on her feet, light on her toes. Her hair is like molten silver. She gives it to her only child. She expects a daughter (to be named Victoire), so convinced the child she carries will be female, a little dancer like herself.

But his mother never seems disappointed that she gets Victor instead. 

Victor loves her, he loves her, he loves her until the day she dies.

He keeps her alive with his skating, ma petite lune, the starlight shadow of the woman who gave him life. He does it for his Russian father, for himself. He wins every medal, every competition, stuns with every exhibition. He is beautiful, he is fearless, he listens to no one and nothing can stop him. 

He is his mother’s son, and like his mother, he is made of charm.

He smiles like the sunrise, spins like the ocean breeze, dances like a storm with his silver spray of hair billowing behind him like the fog off the sea. He is a thousand rainbow colors in the sun and pale as the stars, too distant and shining to touch.

But he aches for it. Oh, how he aches. 

Victor’s father passes from lung cancer after a lifetime of smoking, ever the artiste his mother fell in love with. In truth, he died long ago from a broken heart. 

In between his short program and his free skate at Worlds, Victor cuts his hair off in the hotel bathroom. When his blades cut into the ice the next evening, the audience cries for him. 

And he keeps going.

Strong. Bold. Beautiful. He makes his money from sponsorships and prize winnings, sells the family home and buys himself a flat in St. Petersburg, makes himself a refuge for Makkachin’s sake if not his own. It’s clean. It’s empty. It’s nothing like what he grew up with, his mother’s hair combs strewn about, pictures on the walls, his father’s paints and pastels and books, so many books. He keeps the books, but precious little else.

And he keeps going.

It’s hard out there. He pulls away from Yakov as he sees his coach’s marriage crumbling and can’t imagine a world in which love does not last a lifetime. He sees Yuri Plisetsky come into Yakov’s tutelage, his mother and father split apart at the seams, so he lives in poverty with his grandfather. Yuri never knows that Victor sponsors him that first day, makes sure Yuri will always be able to skate the way he loves (and he loves such precious little else). It’s a silent agreement that no one tells him. Nikolai doesn’t mention it. Yakov would never dare.

And he keeps going.

Victor wins and he wins and he wins and he wins, but every day feels like losing. 

And he keeps going and going and going until—

—a boy breaks open in front of him on the ice. It’s the most honest suffering Victor has ever seen. Victor wants to talk to him, wants to comfort him, wants to say I know, I know—

But he turns his back to Victor as he flees, and Victor is left alone again.

Yuuri crashes into him two nights later, steals his breath and his drink and his life and makes him smile, holds Victor’s hopes and heart in his hands and digs in until they both bleed. 

He’s stubborn, he’s a mess, he’s painful, he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Like his mother, Victor falls for an artist—a man who makes music with his body on the dance floor, on the ice. 

And this is how it starts.

now with this companion piece

her colors are muted and she looks tired.
‘holding up,’ she says,
and i’m just holding up too but god, this contrast;
light and dark,
soft and bold,
melancholy and anger,
beauty and the furthest thing from it.
she is unsettling, yet…
not in a bad way.
not at all.

and she is lovely.
her eyes are gentle,
blue like twilight
(and i understand for the first time why
they’re supposed to be the windows to the soul).
her hair is not spun gold
and she doesn’t shine like the sun;
she is the moon in all its glory.
the kind of light she carries cannot be explained–
it’s in her bones and the way she walks,
and the way she speaks.
like she doesn’t want to be seen or heard.

but she is beautiful.

god built the universe
with a voice like that.

—  when a girl loves a girl the stars fall to the earth.

Harry Styles Bridges Past and Present at Stirring Tour Kickoff Show

Outside San Francisco’s Masonic, a modest but modern venue nestled in the city’s upscale Nob Hill neighborhood, thousands of Harry Styles fans had spent hours – some, even days – waiting on the steep sidewalks. The mob would feel smaller inside the venue, during a show that was the most intimate many of them had ever seen the boy-band heartthrob play.

It was more than the screams that made Styles’ first official tour date as a solo artist feel like he was playing to a football stadium rather than a theater. At 23 years old and with only 10 songs to his name, Styles has the charm, presence and feistiness of a veteran rocker twice his age, strutting and strumming across the stage with a delicate power that makes him seem as accessible as he is otherworldly.

Styles and his carefully curated band took the stage Tuesday night after Muna, a California electro-pop trio that brought the house down with a one-two punch of Stevie Nicks’ “Edge of Seventeen” and their own “I Know a Place.” Lead singer Katie Gavin set the tone for the night, building upon the joyous mood of the crowd. “Harry has built his career, his essence, on kindness,” she earnestly said to deafening screams.

After a brief delay due to a fire alarm that dared to shut the whole night down, Styles finally made his grand entrance to a loop of the “Ever Since New York” harmonies, already intoxicating on his self-titled debut album but nearly hypnotic as the lights dimmed to reveal his guitar-holding silhouette on the pink and floral curtain that was hung after Muna left the stage. Here, we were introduced to Harry’s first persona of the night: folk troubadour. From “New York” on, he displayed his most tender, rootsy side, performing more album ballad cuts like “Two Ghosts” and “Sweet Creature” – the latter met with a sea of fan-made pink hearts that were held up throughout the song. Much earlier than anticipated, Styles reminded everyone exactly where he came from, offering a tender take on the anthemic One Direction fan favorite “Stockholm Syndrome.”

Following “Sweet Creature,” Styles disposed of his floral jacket – part of a matching, two-piece floral suit – and launched into Act II: raucous rocker. A Jagger-ian strut propelled his body across the stage during “Only Angel,” and he gyrated to the sexy “Woman.” During that same track, a fan threw a rainbow flag on stage, and in direct opposition to the song’s heteronormative storyline, he subversively twirled around with it before attaching it to his microphone where it remained for the rest of the main set.

By this point, Styles had completely loosened up, shedding the semi-serious (possibly even nervous) mode of his set’s first half. He began to perform a few covers, a twist that was as crowd-pleasing as it was brilliant. He first tackled “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart,” a piano ballad he co-wrote that Ariana Grande sung on her 2014 album My Everything. He turned Grande’s melodrama on its head, remaking the tearjerker as a down-and-dirty country-rock romp. He did the same with One Direction’s massive, unmistakable breakout hit “What Makes You Beautiful,” a bold choice for an artist setting out to forge his own path.

But Styles has proven time and time again that to be a successful solo artist, you don’t necessarily have to let go or even erase your past. As soon as “WMYB” ended, the band launched into the gritty, glammy “Kiwi” which got an even bigger rise from the crowd than the 1D classic did.

Once the song wrapped, Styles marched off the stage with the rainbow flag as the set was re-arranged and his jacket was revived for the “encore.” It was here that he unveiled his third act and his final persona: the subtle superstar. The show’s final 15 minutes featured a tight trio of tracks, beginning with “From the Dining Table,” a gorgeous, simple guitar tune featured only Styles and primary collaborator Mitch Rowland on guitar. Next, he launched into an incredible take on Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” as he celebrated and highlighted the talented quartet of musicians he culled together for his touring band. He could’ve ended the show with the classic cover and it would’ve felt completely natural, charming and on-brand, but of course he had an appropriately epic goodbye up his sleeve with “Sign of the Times,” the single that officially launched his solo career. Styles’ live version of the anthemic, Queen-inspired, nearly six-minute opus was stirring and triumphant as bright lights bathed him and his fans. The singer looked positively radiant as he shared in this moment, one that rightfully belonged to him, with every person in the room, whether physically present or being FaceTimed, Periscoped or live-texted in.

“You are the best friends any person could ever ask for,” he offered sincerely, much earlier in the night. Blurring the lines of fans and friends is not typical rock star behavior, but then again, Harry Styles isn’t shaping up to be your typical rock star.

@mstinalawson Happy Birthday my beautiful baby girl❤️31 years ago today you entered this world (when YOU got good and damned ready to come) !10 days late! We were all in love!!! You’ve been walking to the beat of your own drum every since!! I don’t know anyone who is as headstrong and determined to do it thier way , no matter the consequences. I admire your courage , Boldness, intelligence , beauty , refusal to conform to others definition of (traditional beauty , your kindness, loyalty, love of family , great mom skills, fashion sense , work ethic , activism. I could go on. Its one story i will tell . The Asst. principle called me when you were in the 6 th grade and said you started a petition to discipline a teacher because she continuously allowed a student to harass and disrupt the class and keep the other kids from learning! She said you were disruptive and too grown , at which i said “go Solange” i was as proud as i could be! I told her so. You were always lite years ahead of your time . We are always here and got your back !! I love you with all my heart!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️💐💐💐🎍🎍💥🔥🎂

One year. A lot can happen in a mere 365 days. Last year there was a shy, depressed, withdrawn shell of my former self who attempted a cover free swimsuit selfie. Someone who struggled to see the light after throwing herself into darkness. In the year following, she met love, she met death twice, she deeply slept, she laughed, she cried, she gained, she lost, she pushed, pulled and conquered. I was born from that. My story is not pretty, it is not one of rainbows and princesses but one of strength. I vow to love every dimple, every curve, every lump and bump, to no longer hide, and shine as bright as my smile. Whether it’s bgad, darkskin appreciation day or just a fat chick in a two piece I am here, bold and beautiful 😍

Location: Daytona beach, Florida Swimsuit : Torrid Hair: Ma dukes Happiness: me
Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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