feeling rejected

fun fact: mon-el of daxam was both emotionally and physically abused by his parents and still had the gall to stand up to both of them because he knew it was the right thing to do. he rose up against his entire race of people when they attacked earth. he was always accepting of his new friends’ choices and decisions ( alex coming out, james being guardian, and kara’s decision to publish her article ). he was willing to marry a complete stranger just to ensure the safety of hundreds of innocent people. he never made kara feel guilty for rejecting him. he tried his best to save countless people during the course of the season be it a little girl or a group of aliens he barely knew. just mon-el of daxam (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ no matter what people say about you, you are and always will be a hero

Even tho I have seen a lot of people complaining about cancer season making them emotional, I think it’s also really great. A time to release what has been causing pain, to no longer reject your feelings, empathy, being vulnerable. It’s tough but so essential for being healthy.

guess what! i don’t have to be a Representative Mixed Kid i can literally change how i identify depending on what my emotional/intelectual baggage is at a certain point in my life… hell, at a certain point in my day… i can write that i am japanese and that’s it and i can write that i am brazilian and that’s it i don’t have to write japanese-brazilian all the time like it is none of your business why do you think you have the right to judge wether a mixed person’s identity is valid or not… like some of us come from thorn families, some of us don’t look mixed at all and feel more accepted and identified in one culture than the other, some of us feel rejected by one of our cultures, some of us feel even ashamed of one of cultures and then years later try to reconnect to it and you know what! we’re entitled to it! when you’re mixed race, identity struggles are a given and it’s really!! reeeeally! no one’s business! 

“I hope we last. I hope we do.

But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:

I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.

Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.

If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.

Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132

I’m sure someone has already said this more eloquently than me but can we just talk about how diana bucks the Strong Female Character stereotype? too many people seem to think that Strong Female Characters = tough as nails, smartass, feisty, would never dream of crying, rejects all things feminine, not like other girls. diana IS tough but she’s also warm and kind and compassionate. she gets excited over a baby, she’s upset by the treatment of the horses, she doesn’t reject her feelings for steve, she’s visibly unsettled by the sight of wounded soldiers and crying children… and none of this is demeaned or treated as weakness or girlish naivety. I just thought that was so important and refreshing and beautiful 

Not All Men

“Not all men are rapists,” my Dad would grunt as he scrolled through his friends’ Facebook profiles and read the articles about sexual assault they’d posted.

“Not all men are abusive,” my Dad would mutter as he did research to disprove the domestic violence statistics that bothered him so much.

“Not all men are like him,” I’d mouth to myself, as Dad threw Mom across the room for having the temerity to contradict something he’d said.

After hurting her one night, he came to my room a few hours later. “You’re a sweet boy,” he told me. “I know you’d never harm a woman, no matter how much she deserved it. Not all men are like me. You don’t have a temper.”

I did have a temper, though. And I seethed.

Years later, I left for college an angry, confused young man.

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ADHD parkour

Leaping from one hyperfixation to another 

balancing between too little stimulation so we get distracted and too much stimulation so we get distracted 

climbing over the piles of crap we leave lying around our homes 

Bonus: Ft Rejection sensitive dysphoria: Jumping to conclusions about what insignificant actions of our friends mean. 

I am sick and tired of people telling me
that I need to move on
from the boy I am in love with
because I am hurting over the fact
that he doesn’t love me back,
that he is just a friend,
that I am wasting away my life,
that I am not enjoying it to the fullest,
that I am not giving myself or someone else a chance,
but how do I explain
that yes it hurts to not be loved back,
yes it hurts to just be friends
with someone you are so madly in love with
but I am not wasting away my life,
I do whatever I am supposed to do,
I do whatever I want to do,
I am not always this depressed over him,
I do have friends,
I do have a life which is boring
but at the same time exciting and good
and that trying to be good enough for him
even when I am not and won’t be
has made me a better person
—  Isn’t love about trying to be your best self for someone even when you are the only one in love, even when the love is only one person’s, even when they don’t love you back // JustScribbledWords

anonymous asked:

Man just do it anyway. Most people provably won't realize you're trans in the first place. Show the world how damn good you are

i’m six foot, i have broad shoulders, facial hair, a deep voice and a square jaw.

twenty bucks says they’ll notice.

there will always be an opportunity to place
his hands between your legs
but when will his words
build foundations
in your heart?
when will his voice
uplift your spirits
his whispers cause trembles
in your soul?
when will his hands
graze against your flesh
in admiration
and not demands
of lust
when will his presence
embellish wonder past
the flickering light
of his basement floor?
when are
the simplicities of romance
going to blossom in your heart?
is there ever going
to be a time
where the flesh
does not
the infatuation?


—  a.eun
A Lesson in Love (The End)

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: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

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@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.


The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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