can you all still identify me

anonymous asked:

If I identify as bi-romantic and homosexual, do I still get to consider myself a lesbian? I'm confused because​ of my romantic orientation, and while lesbian as a label gives me a lot of pride and warm joy, I worry that it might offend ladies who are all-around solely attracted to the same gender. I'm still discovering a lot of things so I'm sorry if this ask seems silly or anything.

I think it’s up to you. Labels are complex and it can depend on the intensity/frequency of the attraction. 

If you feel better about yourself using one label over another (as long as it’s within your culture/ect) then use it. You can change labels down the track if you become uncomfortable with it.

A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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anonymous asked:

Can i ask how you go about painting your backgrounds?? They always look so nice and I end up staring at them bc W O W

AWAWA!! THANK U ANON!!!! i actually struggle a LOT w/ bgs thats why most of my artwork doesnt have them.. but im trying to change that…


im no expert in these sorts of things, but i was fortunate enough to be mentored by @snatti who helped me with backgrounds and color theory (PLS GO SUPPORT HIS PATREON HES AMAZING BTW)

there are just some principles you have to keep in mind when painting backgrounds. i always focus on controlling value first and then laying down colors afterwards. ill use these two examples of my artwork to explain. the first is my most recent background piece of lillie from pokemon and the second is my first homework assignment i did with atey during my mentorship

its crucial to control your values since it helps create depth in your artwork and distinguish objects. 

i think there was around 3-4 months between these artworks? you can tell the bottom artwork looks very flat compared to the one on top.

when painting in photoshop, i like creating a new adjustment layer thats just black and white atop of all of my colors to help me see what i need to highlight or darken in terms of values. 

next is color theory AND I STILL STRUGGLE A LOT WITH THIS but ill try my best to explain my thought process??

from hindsight, we identify things by its immediate color as they are portrayed, so when we think of apples we immediately say ITS RED or when we think of trees and grass, we say ITS GREEN. with color theory, lighting, and etc coming into play, we have to change the colors a bit in order for it to make sense and appear realistic. 

here is an example. the colors here are too saturated, wrong values, and do not harmonize well with each other to create a realistic landscape. when we add source of light, times of days, it changes the colors.

lets pretend the time of this piece is somewhere in the morning.. 10am? i changed the color of the sky to be less green and more blue. same goes with the grass also. usually shadows or anything receding will be a cool color.

lets take a look at value again too: 

nice  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

majority of the colors are warmer now because of the sunset (same with the shadows too)? 5pm-6pm? the grass is no longer green, but rather a muted brown, but you still know its grass.

although one thing that will REALLY REALLY REALLY help is painting from life. painting from the top of your head might be more difficult, but if you observe the way colors work and your surroundings, it will help you immensely.

hope this helps :’3 and sorry for the long post…

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

let me get this straight...

Asexuality is not experiencing sexual attraction.

So… Asexuals can still date, have preferences for physical traits in partners, have preferences for genders of partners, have sex, crave sex, watch porn, masturbate, do everything that non-asexuals can do. 


So… Anything else - not wanting sex, being sex repulsed, not wanting to date, not craving sex - and not only have NOTHING to do with asexuality, but are experienced by non-ace people all the time. 

So uh… how can you be discriminated against for something that has no tangible way of being expressed? That cannot be identified through any behaviour? 


❝ I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change.
I am changing the things I cannot accept.❞

- A N G E L A   D A V I S

↳ for @girlsvstrump

Listen as a pansexual let me just say:

If you’re attracted to every single gender there is, you still don’t have to identify as pansexual if you don’t want to identify as pansexual. You’re not obligated to identify as pan just because you fit the definition.

Because you also fit the definition of bi. And polysexual. And queer.

So if you want to call yourself bi, ply, or queer, you can do that. Seriously.

You can even identify as all of those things if you want! Call yourself a bi ply queer if that’s what suits you!

But you aren’t obligated to call yourself pan. And no one has the right to tell you that you’re “actually” pan, and no one can force you to identify with a label you don’t like.

“How can you be aro ace and gay?” 

If you are asking this you are likely failing to realize that both aro and ace aren’t black and white terms. They allow for demi and grey areas. You’ll also note that neither aro or ace denote gender. In some cases, people will want to use the label “gay aro ace” in order to convey more meaning. Always use the labels someone provides you, because if you willfully drop one it’s erasure. If you add more then what’s given, you are labeling someone else.

Here are some real life examples: 

I’m pan aroace, and basically, I am aro-spec, so because I’m on the spectrum, I self identify as aro, even tho technically I am not Fully Aromantic, (such as, grey/pan-romantic). That’s just me personally, others identify differently. - anon

I’m aroace and most of the attraction I feel is aesthetic + sensual. Others might feel alterous attraction, etc, OR they might be demi/grayromantic and/or demi/gray asexual & shorten it to just “aroace” for simplicity. There are lots of ways ppl can be aroace and still label themselves as something else -monaters

I identify as a sapphic grey-aro ace, and the way it works is pretty simple. I don’t experience sexual attraction, so I am ace. I very rarely experience romantic attraction, so I am grey-aro. When I experience romantic attraction it is towards women, so I am sapphic. In the end, I fall in all three spectrums, and I love all of my identities equally. Without any one of them my identity would be incomplete, and I love that I finally found the terms to describe my attraction -anon

i identify as aroace and gay. how you can be aroace and gay? well simply by not assuming everyone who uses these labels fits in the boxes you made up in your mind. i use labels that i feel comfortable with and that help me understand who i am. i still struggle. and i often don’t feel valid as either of these three identities, but that aside.

in a way, i see how it’s difficult to be those of these two identities (aroace / gay) and then in another way i just feel like they go perfectly together. i’m trans as well, you know. so the first time i actually admitted to myself something related to me being trans was a thought like, i wish i could be a gay man. in some ways, i have profoundly changed since that, as it was 4 years. but in other ways i still feel like that. later, years later i found out about being asexual and sexual attraction and how that is really not something i have ever experienced or could imagine. and then i started to identify as aromantic, because even the possibility of romance in my life gives me so much anxiety i can’t deal with it. and what i experience is platonic attraction because that is what i call it. period. i’ve had squishes in my life, intense ones. my gender is also fluid, and i feel like when i’m more masculine aligned i tend to me attracted to masculine aligned people as well, just as with other alignments. but also being attracted to a masculine-aligned person makes me feel more masculine. and just ultimately, i’ve only ever been notably attracted to masculine aligned people while i also deem an important part of my gender to be male. right now my platonic attraction is killing me so i asked myself, what reason is there that i should not be allowed to call myself gay? and i couldn’t think of any - just–elope

i identify as aro ace and queer. in the past i’ve identified as aroace & bi/pan, but queer fits me better. but basically, i’m in the arospec & acespec. i feel sexual attraction, but vary rarely. when i do feel it though, the gender of the person doesn’t really matter? i mean, i’m agender, more specifically apogender, so gender isn’t a thing i understand. i’ve been attracted to ppl of many genders tho, so queer is good for me, and queer aroace is even better.  - anon

I’m aroace and bi! I’m grey-ace and my romantic attraction is hard to define, but it falls on the aro spectrum. I use aroace because 1. It’s simpler, and 2. I’ve found that when I use grey-ace or aro spec, people tend to respect my boundaries less. It’s as though they think that because I’m not “100% aroace” they have a chance or they might be the exception, when 9/10 times I’m still not interested (even if I have some kind of attraction to them). Aroace is a safety measure for me. - battledeer

I use the labels gay, aro, and ace. The reason for this is that I do not feel romantic nor sexual attraction to any extent. However, I have a desire to be in a qpr with a person of my same gender. Very rarely, I mean VERY rarely, do I experience sensual or aesthetic attractions towards the opposite/different gender. That is just my experience, therefore I feel that gay aro-ace fits me wonderfully. I might use just gay, aro ace, or ace depending on the situation -anon

People are calling me an ass for having said this previously, so I’m going to say it again, because people obviously need to be reminded:

If you can PICK, CHANGE, or DROP your “kintype” as you please, you aren’t fucking otherkin. That’s not a kintype. If you consciously choose to identify as something, you are not otherkin. 

If you do all of the above for coping reasons/as a coping mechanism, you’re still not otherkin. That does not change the fact that you’re not otherkin. If anything, you’d fit the definition of having a copinglink rather than a kintype. Now, I’m not going to say you have to use that terminology to describe yourself or be a part of that community, but you. are. not. otherkin. 

Tl; dr Consciously chosen and changed “kintypes” are not kintypes. If you have those, you’re not otherkin. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They silenced us in the Holocaust by giving us pink triangles.
They silenced us when they threw us back in prison post-WWII.
They silenced us when the AIDS Crisis killed hundreds of thousands of us.
They silenced us with the massacre at The Pulse.
In Chechnya, they are trying to silence us by throwing us back into concentration camps.
It’s time to break the silence. This has gone on long enough. We have been made to suffer injustice for far too long.
The Gay Rights Movement didn’t end on June 26th, 2015, with the ban on gay marriage being lifted. It’s still ongoing. In this country alone thousands upon thousands of LGBT-identifying individuals – especially persons of color, sad as it is for me to say – are being murdered for both their skin tone and/or how they see themselves and who they see themselves with.
To put it simply, it needs to stop.
If you can, I would like you all to try and get the hashtag #StopKillingUs trending on Twitter. End our suffering.

Sherlock was right, of course. She’s gone. Left us the phone because I suppose she trusted us.

He was asked to look at the body to confirm it was her. Her face wasn’t exactly… recognisable so he wasn’t able to make a positive identification. So they brought in her girlfriend (who I, apparently, met! How did I not know Kate was her girlfriend?) to visually identify her by her body, instead.

I’ve had hundreds of messages from you all asking me if I was jealous (or, rather, telling me that I am) and perhaps in some way you were right, he’s been in raptures about how exciting she is and I was worried that he -

Anyway. We can move on from this. I’m going to drag Sherlock on to the sofa now and get him to deduce things about the people in the background on the news. If he can. He’s still looking… forlorn.

one of my least favorite features of my brain (apart from all the, y’know, mental illness) is how i can see all the flaws in a given piece of media, identify all the elements that come off nakedly manipulative, construct a detailed argument for why tearjerker endings are cheap and a cheat–but still, somehow inex-fucking-plicably 1000% feel the full hammer blow of emotion anyway, just as those bastards intended

like, shut up story, quit hitting me i’m deconstructing you

Come play Broadchurch Bingo

Dear All:

There are many things to celebrate in my blogger’s life… the return of Broadchurch, the 2 year anniversary of this silly blog, and the fact that almost 600 (when did this happen?) of you amazing people are following my ramblings.

In order to celebrate I am kicking off the official “Chibbers Read The Fic” Bingo. Clearly, Chibbers has been spying on all of us fic writers and is attempting to put as many Broadchurch fanfic tropes into the show as possible (this is a scientifically proven fact - fight me on it). We shall use this splendid opportunity to play bingo. I created a set of bingo cards with common fic tropes which show up in actual fic (i.e. Ellie calls Hardy an insult, they hug etc.). We will be watching the show and marking all the tropes we find.

Here are the rules:

  • Players must be following this obsessive Alec Hardy enthusiast
  • To participate reblog this post and I’ll message you the image of your card
  • Watch Series 3 (all episodes including 1), enjoy, and mark all the fic tropes you find
  • I will be keeping track myself and make posts with the tropes identified after every episode
  • If you get 5 in a row, column, or diagonally, tell me (I will check your card) and you’ll win
  • THERE ARE PRIZES (Alec Hardy mugs from @jem-scribbles Redbubble store and/or a medium length prompt fic from me) (must be willing to give me your address to get the mug)
  • Alternatively you can use it as a drinking game if that’s your thing (lol)


okay, so i’m borderline cross with this whole ordeal so here’s my take on it


this “jeonlous mouth thing” have been around for sometime now and i dont honestly get the negative feedback people are starting to impose on its name these days ????? 

shipping in general, as much as it leaves so much of a bad taste in our mouths and as much as i hate to admit it myself, is run by the delusional (read: responsible for delusion) cogs in our minds, lubricated by the teeny-tiniest details of the pairing’s words, actions, quirks and personalities to fulfill our wild desires to prove “TRUST ME, THEY’RE BANGING EACH OTHER ” and to act as supporting evidences to back-up this “constructed reality” of what we want them to be.

the thing with jikook // koomin otp, as most other kpop pairings are, is that they’re members of the same group or band or whatever you want to classify BTS as. one way or another, they’re bound to have a relationship, may it be purely for their careers (a business relationship, as described by SHINee’s Jonghyun in one of their Happy Together guestings) or an established platonic one, heightened by the difficulties they’ve dealt with and the feats they’ve achieved as a group. 

from this, we can branch out to a ton of “stuff” for a lack of better word, and i can only discuss (read: rant) so much


bts members are friends more than co-workers and we are very much aware of that, as opposed to those groups with their contracts sufficing as the adhesive to weave each other together (c’mon, this is not a shade). i dont know about you but in a squad (a group of friends rather, if you don’t like seeing that word), it’s most probably mapped out that as humans, we’ll be drawn particularly to one of them; hence, the best friend phenomenon. 

so…are they best friends? well, there’s still taehyung in the equation and there’s no way we can dismiss him like that. (side remark here: the three of them can just be each other’s best friends, you know? im aware that this is an actual, real life thing that happens to other people…but i’ve been in that circumstance and it’ll be hard juggling your attention and love equally that it’s more deteriorating than beneficial to all ends) now, taking into consideration how much emphasis the whole korean culture put into respect and age, the maknae line just transcends through all that , BUT

1. jimin and taehyung are close (even regarding each other as soulmates in one of their recent fanmeetings) esp because of the fact that they’re of the same age, meaning, the level of comfort with each other is as much as korean society expects them to have. they’re not just “comfortable” brothers more than chingus though, they’re that comfortable with each other it’s beyond classifications (like there are classifications, but you get the point).

2. maknaes are very much endeared in the whole korean “age-and-respect-and-authority-and-hierarchy” landscape (can it even be called that?). jimin has shown how much he cherishes jungkook even tracing back to their predebut days up until now, successfully fulfilling the role of hyungs in korean standard whose role among many others is to take care of those younger than they are. other members also treat jungkook fairly similar or sometimes even topping jimin’s treatment to the maknae aka taehyung, whose life source is probably skinship + aegyo with other members (we’ll get to that) and the whole reason im confused who’s whose when it comes to this best friend thing 

3. still in the korean view of age, you address those older than you with respect by how? c’mon, we’re all nuts about kpop how must we not know? there’s oppa, unnie, hyung and noona (this addressing thing is more of an asian thing than mere korean, really). now, here’s the catch: jungkook calls jimin hyung borderline merely (read: close to the bare minimum). a mere slip-up? a moment of the perfect mask idols need to sport, carelessly put aside? more than anything, it just fuels the fire in this situation. jungkook addresses his other hyungs with the names they need to be called, even taehyung he’s very close with. and this just show that jungkook considers jimin a chingu, one he can comfortably act towards, (just like jimin and taehyung’s relationship, being the actual chingus here) despite the apparent age difference.

i dont know if i’ve gotten to anything at this point, but i’m lenient to the concept of jimin and jungkook being the best friends which explains most of the things they do together which leads us to:


skinship between friends, more specifically friends belonging to the same sex (gender’s a bit more complicated concept, you guys), is the most normal thing in korea. they probably are most expressive with each other to the point that it baffles foreign onlookers, a good example of which are the int’l fans.

remember what i said about taehyung? all males in korea are practically like him, even stemming from young age, being touchy-feely here and there with, ever wondered why apparently jikook is not a huge, blown out of proportion ship in korea as opposed to its stance in the international fanbase? yup, that’s because for koreans, seeing jimin and jungkook’s interaction with each other is like seeing the average same sex chingus walking downtown or their buddies at school as they do everyday. holding hands, feeling each other up, sitting on laps, pecks on the cheek (less observed), and even touching thighs, crossing the boundaries of what foreigners would deem appropriate, is common and normal (have i made my point about this issue yet? i’ve become a broken record,my goodness).basically, there is no such thing as personal space in korean culture of friends; thus, skinship is prevalent.

a very much related issue to that is korea’s view on homosexuality. no matter how peppered with the stereotypical gay (not meant to be taken offensively, guys im also a queer folk hi) interactions and copious displays of affection korea is, homophobia is still present. it’s too ridiculous that it’s become funny. you can tell me how korea has become liberated and all that shit but the thing is, they’re not. korea is just downright a conservative country (is this an offense too? oh god). korea is still anchored to the concept that people are only and only and only limited to a man-loving woman and woman-loving man. topmost reason why idols cannot come out and identify as different from the two because to deviate from the norm is supposedly throwing away tradition and rude and can spite everyone around them that they’ll lose their job.

i dont know where im going but i still am in check of what im talking about. bottomline of this exhibit is holding onto the contradicting persona of korea, jikook is all but nothing more (this is proper grammar, you guys) than a thing of delusion.


kpop idols love to treat their fans and bts is not a loser in the game. they give back quite warmly to the fans. they deem armys highly because, nonverbatim, bts is nothing without their fans. fans are the reason among others (to dismiss their hardwork is plain rude) why they’ve made it this big. so they’ve got fanservice in store for us, the majestic element of them all, leaving us in a baffled rut whether or not our otp’s interaction are candid or sheer fanservice. THEY ALL KNOW THAT THEY’RE PAIRED WITH EACH OTHER. a gift for the fans? publicity stunts to gain the favor of their audience? whatever meaning fanservices hold in the hearts of our dear bts members, it just ups the notch of the level of our delusion when it comes to our ships 

(it’s heartbreaking, i know. i didn’t even want to write this part out. if you can just sense my unwillingness to write on the matter ㅠㅠ)


let’s go back to what actually irked me and cross me so much that it driven me nuts to the point that i actually spend my time writing this long ass rant. 

“jeonlous” = a jealous jeon jungkook

now, this has gathered a negative connotation primarily but is not limited to two things:

a. “this jeonlous thing manifests a relationship with an abusive undertone” (okay, so i constructed that sentence to make their claims much more rational than it fucking is)

b. it does not make sense for jungkook (and even jimin) to get jealous of other members/fans/other people not them in general

firstly, what does it mean to be JEALOUS (can you see my eyes rolling?)

in the evolutionary, biological scale, is the exhibited response to the threats to the relationship they are in because monogamy that’s why (a reality that’s manifested almost throughout all the animal kingdom) 

in psychology, is the complex emotion that’s not just about anger, abandonment, fear or sadness; it’s the simmer that’s aroused when a valued relationship is somehow not in its standard state and there is raw desire to regain the affection and/or attention. it’s even described as “a necessary emotion because it preserves social bonds. it motivates people to engage in behaviors that maintain an important relationship.” a clinical psychologist characterizes jealousy as something we don’t have much control over, and that it is a natural, instinctive emotion that everyone experiences at one point in their lives. 

it just follows that when jealousy is at hand, people tend to do things that has become seemingly second nature tics to them. now, this is a good reason to back up the jeonlous mouth/tongue thing, how much of a mere coincidence it may be. jealousy is not bound to romantic tones; it can encompass siblings fighting for their parents’ attention or even in friendships. so that’s a yes, yup, jungkook can get jealous of other members because he has that valued relationship (refer to exhibit a) with jimin and there will be a lingering longing in him for jimin to get back at being jimin again (read: showing him affection and attention; emphasis on him) 

don’t get me started at this abusive, emotionally manipulative relationship issue here because it’s just absurd and this rant will be longer than my lifespan i dont even know anymore (ok but the insecurity that is woven in the ambiguity of jealousy may also be responsible in driving someone to emotionally manipulate his partner to the point of abuse BUT JK JUST WANTS JIMIN’S ATTENTION BACK SO WHAT’S ABUSIVE HERE calling this whole ordeal abusive is too much of a stretch like really? really? y’all are actually taking this into consideration? really?)

(okay this rant had high hopes in presenting evidences to support my claims but i havent slept a wink yet and im also half angry ????)

the thing is, as much as we’re delusional in shipping jikook, y’all are just delusional claiming that the fucking quirk jungkook exhibits is abusive WHAT DO WE EVEN KNOW ABOUT WHAT THEIR ACTUAL STATUS IS IN THE FIRST PLACE goodbye y’all im just im–ugh this is so dumb

you wanna know the catch about this jeonlous thing that gets me every single time? IT’S THAT IT’S FUCKING CUTE. AND I’M SHIPPING THEM TO MY PLEASURE THAT IT GIVES ME JOY TO SEE THESE MOMENTS WHICH GIVES ME LITTLE SPARKS OF HOPE THAT MAYBE THEY’RE MORE THAN FRIENDS YEAH I KNOW IM DELUSIONAL BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE IT’S CUTE and that’s good enough reason for me to fawn over their “supposed” romance 

y’all are hypocrites enjoying the jeonlous thing one second then next second, condemning it after reading a post and riding the mainstream. Y’ALL NEED TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN (also reevaluate the hypocrisy but oh well)

anonymous asked:

So I think I might be ace (maybe aro too?) but I feel like I can't actually call myself ace. Like I fit the technical definition, but the stories about ace experiences seem so different than mine? Like how they felt "different" than their peers growing up for not craving relationships (I never felt that) or how when they heard the word "asexual" it really clicked with them (it's taken me a year to even think I might be ace). I also can't see myself ever telling anyone about this IRL. Thoughts?

That’s actually very similar to my story. I had a stronger sex drive as a teen, I wanted a relationship, and I had no idea that a sex drive + aesthetic attraction + sensual attraction (wanting to hug/kiss/cuddle someone) WASN’T sexual attraction. 

I learned about asexuality on tumblr and it definitely didn’t click - it took me at least a couple years to start figuring things out, and then I thought I was demisexual at first because it did start to click that my feelings about sex were attached to emotions and connection. Then it still took a while for me to realize I’m more demisensual, because while I feel more with an emotional connection, it’s still not truly sexual attraction. It took months of learning and unraveling my feelings and figuring things out to arrive at identifying as ace, and then more to identify as aro.

I know it can be a little invalidating when you hear stories about people who ‘always knew’ or knew immediately, but honestly, there are endless ways to be asexual, and we’re not all the same, nor do we arrive in the same way. All that matters is that we identify as asexual. None of us are more or less valid.

As for telling people IRL - I know that can be a bit of a struggle. I eventually told my mom since we live together and it’s a big thing that affects me, but it took her a while to understand and accept it, and she’s said a few unintentionally hurtful things. But I have no intentions of telling my extended family, and I’m uncertain about telling my straight friends, because I know my family would throw a fit and I don’t know how my friends would react. I’d think they’d be fine with it, but people are so weird about asexuality; it’s so harmless, but people get irrationally angry about it. So it’s really your call, if you want to tell anyone.

I hope you grow to feel more comfortable and secure in your identity and in the community. You’re as valid an ace as anyone else.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm just looking for some advice/tips. I'm a new grad who recently got a job on an observation unit. I'm having a huge struggle with EKGs, even throughout nursing school and still now. One of the older nurses when I was giving report "ripped me a new one" because I wasn't able to correctly identify a rhythm and basically made me feel really awful about it. I feel like I should really know this stuff but I just can't wrap my head around it and I just feel stupid for not understanding.

Dear Anon,

First of all, the older nurses shouldn’t be ripping you a new one. So, on their behalf, I’m sorry you experienced that. What they should have done was offer to help teach you. </soapbox>

OK, cardiac rhythms aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Some people just get them and others take a little more time to pick up on them. I loved cardiac rhythms and was fortunate to be able to obtain my ACLS as part of a year-long residency program while in nursing school. I spent three days learning EKG rhythms. It was tedious, but well worth the investment. I’ll try to pass along some of that knowledge here.

The first thing you have to do is be very familiar with the elements of the normal EKG. If you know the baseline, you’ll be able to better recognized the arrhythmias. Learning heart rhythms takes time and practice. And rather than re-invent the wheel, I recommend a couple of YouTube videos, each about 10 minutes long, and a PowerPoint-style EKG course that is long, but breaks things down in very simple terms.

YouTube Series: Part 1 | Part 2 

Basic EKG Refresher PowerPoint

If you take the time to watch these videos and review the EKG refresher, I think you’ll be much better equipped to interpret rhythms going forward. It won’t happen overnight, but with regular practice, it’ll come.

Hang in there and good luck!

Mursenary Gary

Originally posted by resident-crayon-box

no offense cause imma still vote but the Alpha Male Madness poll is kinda bullshit


looking around Tumblr (and the internet in general) i noticed a distinct lack of QPOC-related pride graphics… and anyone who follows my blog has probably noticed that i love graphics! so, as usual, i decided to make some of my own for people to use. they are extremely minimalistic, as is my style, but i hope they can be of use to people.

please feel free to use these as you see fit. if i missed something or there’s something specific that you’d like a graphic like this for, feel free to send me an ask.


  • clarification of the acronyms is included because while the meanings are obvious to some of us, there are still many people who are unfamiliar with them. let’s change that!
  • i decided not to focus on sexual/romantic orientations with APOC being the exception. why APOC? because not all asexual people self-identify as queer or as part of the LGBTQIA+ community, so none of the other graphics apply to them. however, i still feel that POC visibility and pride in the asexual community is extremely important.
  • i debated with myself over whether to use singular (person/woman/man) or plural (people/women/men) as the acronyms encompass both, but in the end i decided to go with singular as i envision people uses these graphics to show their own personal pride more than group pride?
  • the colors used for the non-binary pride graphic are from the non-binary flag proposed by thejasmineelf. these colors are by no means official or widely agreed upon at present.
  • i considered using “enby” instead of “non-binary person”, but i’m still not entirely sold on that term and i know that some people passionately hate it.
Relationship story

Hi, I’m demisexual and in a long distance relationship. We met online almost 2 years ago. At that point I was identifying more as grey-ace despite not thinking I had really felt sexual attraction before but I liked the label for the wiggle room it gave me. We were never entirely platonic and I was upfront with him to begin with that I was pretty sex repulsed. Sometimes he’d get a little sexual in his flirting and I’d just let him know I wasn’t comfortable with it and he was very respectful and would stop. Slowly we kept growing closer and spending more time together and eventually our feelings got a little more serious than just casual flirting.

After about a year of being friends we made things official and started dating. Once again though I wanted to be clear that I wasn’t interested in anything beyond kissing and that with my religious beliefs too I wanted to stay a virgin until marriage. He was okay with that too and 5 months later we met in person when my parents and I flew to see him.

I distinctly remember this one time when we were on the phone talking about making out and how we’d want to kiss each other if the distance wasn’t holding us back, and I remember suddenly getting this weird feeling and thinking “Oh. So that’s what sexual attraction is. Well then. I mean I can still be grey-ace this was one time.” But that gradually grew to a lot more often, to every day sometimes, and we started doing all you really can do from a distance lol.

It scared me a bit thinking “What if I’m not ace anymore. What if I don’t count anymore. It had felt so good to identify myself I don’t want to lose that.” I then rechecked the definitions of grey-ace and demisexual and although grey-ace didn’t quite feel right anymore demisexual did. To be sure, I checked with myself trying to imagine myself being sexual with anyone else and I felt grossed out like I had always felt before imagining me doing anything sexual with anyone ever. But with him it’s different. I couldn’t be happier with him. We’ve always had the most incredible communication and he’s always been so supportive and understanding of everything with me including my sexuality. I’m so thankful to have found the love of my life.

Personal Update: Pronouns/Gender/Stuff

Hi, loves! 

So for the past year or so (a little less than a year), I’ve been dealing with a major depressive episode that impacted a lot of areas of my life from finances to friendships. Some of you have been really wonderful with being gentle and patient with me as I struggle to work my way out of this rough spot with a mental illness I’ve battled since I was twelve. So I just want you to know whomever you are that I really appreciate and love you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks for sticking by me even when I’m a pain in the ass.

Those of you who struggle with MDD or BPD or Anxiety or what have you will understand the daily struggle where it’s difficult to make any sort of personal progress because it’s even difficult to do basic things like shower and move and wear clean underpants. (Soz but y’all know it’s true). It takes all of your mental focus and energy just to function on a base level, let alone do any sort of figuring out of any shit.

So as the dust clears from this, (thanks to Wellbutrin, goddess bless), I’ve been doing some looking into and reexamining of personal attachments to certain labels and ideas of sexuality and sexual expression, gender and gender identity and gender expression and ALLLLL of that good stuff, so I have a few things I’d like to talk to you about. 

The rest will be under a cut because this is already hella long.

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