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why i, a pansexual lady, am not big on pride

it’s not that i’m not proud of my sexuality, or that i’m against the community or pride month, but rather that the community isn’t really with me

and maybe it’s the people i’m exposed to or that i just don’t feel like i fit in with all the rainbows and eccentric parades but i do know that i just don’t fit in. i’m not “gay enough” for anyone, really. hets think i’m one of them, and my lgbt community doesn’t think i count

my entire sexuality is a joke about being attracted to pans. and i found it as funny as everyone else at first, but nobody takes me seriously when i try to explain what pansexuality really is. it’s boiled down to “oh so you’re bi” or “oh you just can’t make up your mind” or “oh you’re into kinky orgies” and like…i’m tired. people forget what i explain to them, they say my sexuality is “half-straight half-gay” and basically if i’m not in a same-sex relationship people will assume i’m suddenly straight

i came out a year ago, and i was never really ingrained into the community. everyone is nice to me…but i just don’t fit in. i am not flashy because…i’m not. i don’t feel comfortable at pride parades because i’ve been told time and time again my sexuality is not valid

more pan awareness, please. include us in your comments about wlw and lgbt issues. if you are someone who actually accepts and understands pansexuality, this obviously isn’t directed towards you, but please use your understanding and help us out! if you haven’t experienced what i’m talking about, that’s great, but i’m here to share my concerns! i don’t want to feel like i need to do anything over the top to prove my sexuality to the world. i want to be able to dress the way i do, act the way i do, and live the way i do, and still be accepted in a community that is supposed to support all sexualities

thanks! xx

good ending: life in the dreamhouse gets picked up by netflix as an original series and has several seasons of full length episodes before ending with a movie-length special that wraps up all the characters nicely and is a good send-off for fans of the show
bad ending: no new information about new episodes is released, there is no official confirmation that the youtube series is officially cancelled and we spend months hoping it will come back and have to find out it was scrapped from the VA’s twitter and instagram accounts
true ending: the barbie youtube channel starts remaking old episodes in live action with actual real dolls 2 years after the show ends

I wrote that ChrisEva fic about them meeting up a few years later. I sort of wrote it quickly, so take that into consideration.

Not Quite Five Years Later-Skam Fic

Soft, warm fingers crawled like spiders up Eva’s inner thigh, leaving shivers in their wake. She allowed them to continue their trek across prickled skin for a few moments, closing her eyes and pretending as if they were truly wanted.  
Years before, when she had first allowed those thin fingers back into her bed, back into her life, back into her heart, it was like coming home. Four years, six months, and twenty-two days. Five years would be easier to say, she’s the first to admit that. And if it was four years, three months, and eight days into their relationship, that’s what she would have done. Simply round up the years because why not? They’d be together that long anyway, there was no fear in her heart of losing this secure relationship that she could come home to every day. While attending University of Oslo, Eva sought out those hands to hold her and comfort her whenever the work began to drill holes into her stability, leaking all self-comfort she had until she was a walking doll for Jonas’ affection. Up until three months ago, despite Noora’s constant questioning and Chris B.’s blatant disregard for tact, Eva had no idea that she had completely reverted back to her first year of secondary school dependency.  
Really, she may have never known. It would have been perfectly easy to give herself up to the warm blanket that was Jonas, never comprehending how the blanket was just a little too tight, slowly suffocating her. She had been known to lose herself in something she enjoyed (hello, all those parties when she was younger ring a bell?) so no one would have been surprised in the least. Yet, when the epiphany struck, Eva was left with little else to do but accept that maybe the perfect relationship she had been living was actually anything less than.  
So what, you ask, happened three months prior to shock Eva up from her relationship coma? She had just been checking ‘LikeIt?’, which all of her friends had taken to instead of Instagram recently, when she came across a post by Chris Schistad. 

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So I can’t be the only one who noticed right? Dan being smol in baking vids 😉

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“You’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world”, said Ginny, half-laughing. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.” | Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

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in midnights, in cups of coffee by suspendrs (15k)

“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”

Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.

Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.


Thank you all for watching DanAndPhilCRAFTS the channel all about friendship and art. Our final craft is all about nature and paint as we teach you about ‘Potato Prints’. We have gone to be with him forever, but hopefully the crafts we made will give you memories for life! Goodbye.



You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

- “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Tears seeped through the fabric of Ryou’s shirt and slender fingers dug into his back with a force he’d never thought Keith possessed. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. No support he could’ve offered. He could only wrap his own arms around the smaller figure and hold him.

It had been two months. Two months since Keith fled the constricting walls of the Galaxy Garrison and vanished into the cold desert night. Two months and twenty-two days since Iverson’s spokesman announced the Kerberos mission was a failure. Two months and twenty-nine days since the comms of his brother’s ship went dead.

Noone knew where Keith went that night, except for Ryou. There was only one place in the world Keith would seek out for shelter. It was the only place Takashi had never shared with his twin. Because it was their place. Their shelter. Keith and Shiro. Only them. And Ryou had respected that, content with the fact that his brother had finally found love, even if Takashi himself hadn’t known that back then.

Now that Takashi was gone, he couldn’t help but venture out into the desert more and more often. He felt adrift and numb, left in a state of levitation before reality would finally come crashing in. Always looking for that special place that held so many memories of his brother. The shack.

Packed with supplies - food, water, wool blankets, lamp oil, a notable stock of lighters and all the little things Keith may or may not need by now - Ryou had steered his black hoverbike away from the Garrison this morning and straight into the unforgiving heat of the desert. Always looking for that one spot on the map that still held some of his brother’s very soul. That one damned spot that Ryou knew he should never seek out. For it held the only tangible evidence of his brother’s death. His absence at Keith’s side. And he knew this would break him.

When he finally found the shack, he knew Keith was there before he even saw him in person. The red hoverbike, parked right infront of the small porch, gave him away. Its black twin’s engine purred and finally went silent under Ryou. Before Kerberos, before everything went down the drain, the red bike had belonged to Takashi. A gift, Ryou had made for him. He still remembered the face Taka made when he’d seen his birthday present. Now that day seemed eons away… Surreal and alien like memories of a life that belonged to somebody else.

Keith opened the front door before Ryou could even make it to the porch. And for one moment it seemed like the world had come to a halt, remembering that there was something missing, before it started turning again with cold, regardless indifference. Feigning ignorance towards two now incomplete and broken beings. The universe had greater things to take care of.

Seeing Ryou - the spitting image of his lost brother - must’ve been the last straw. Keith hadn’t cried. Not when Ryou had called him after the ship went silent, not when the announcement came that all crew members were believed to be dead. Not even when he had left the base. He had punched people. He had seethed with rage and he had broken things, but never cried. Now however…

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Now, after three months, shock and numbness, disbelief and repression finally faded… Keith cried.

And it broke Ryou…


So…. uh… this… this got out of hand? All I wanted was to express my headcanon that Ryou and Keith knew eachother from their time at the Garrison and that Ryou visited Keith after he got expelled. And that they both mourn Shiro together. But somehow I ended up writing way more than I had planned. xD Oh well…

The new trailer for s3 kinda left me adrift because WHAT THE FUCK. Why they keep doing this to me with every new season?! Where’s Shiro? Why’s he not in the trailer?! Why can’t we just… have him back and be save for once? Not knowing if my poor baby survives every new damn season has me stressing like fuck! So I felt like drawing Keith coping with losing Shiro. And then I ended up drawing this and feeling bad for poor Keith! Now I feel like I want to cry my eyes out…

Karasuno in an International Tournament™

idk if this has been done before but CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING

• kageyama lowkey trying to figure out other countries hand signals & plays

• the absolute fuckery that is an american volleyball tournament

• tanaka and noya are definitely the most popular people there,, their loud personalities fit in perfectly with the north american players, who are essentially just screaming the whole time

• shitty english met with even shittier japanese

• practice matches with other countries two days before the actual tournament starts, & being put on “teams” with players from other countries

• “what the fuck is a toss, you’re a setter, you SET the ball” suga is personally offended by that statement

• girls and boys playing on courts right next to eachother?? booty for everyone

• where are the other countries managers?¿

• staying in a hotel would be an absolute mess

• ukai trying to prevent the team from over eating at the continental breakfast

• 2am runs to the 7/11 across the street with other teams

• yamaguchi meets his new love, cheeseballs

• tsukishima passively bragging to bokuto & kuroo about the tournament

• daichi giving up on keeping the team in check, and eventually joins in on their shenanigans

• taking a fat L against germany,,, why are they all so tall

• hinata getting teary eyed the last day of the tournament

(i really needed to share this, sorry about the format)


Octavia Blake’s speech in The 100 04x10 “Die All, Die Merrily”

The million dollar question(s): How exactly did Kakashi react when he found Sakumo dead on the floor? Did he sit there in shock? Did he go get help? 

When did he finally let himself cry? Who let this child stay in the Hatake manor after Sakumo’s suicide?


a lil dumb comic of my d&d warlock attempting a v dangerous ritual bc of course he would!