for those who wanted to see it

Alright so I’ve seen nothing but happiness from the bluepulse fandom regarding Traci 13 but I just want to say this preemptively in case that changes:

If something happens in canon between Traci and Jaime (as it’s likely to) I do NOT want to see anybody throwing hate at Traci. Let’s not be one of those slash fandoms that hates on a woman because she stands between our ship, ESPECIALLY not a teenage girl of color, okay? Can we just promise not to do that, please?

Get Some Rest

A/N: Fluffy!Shawn below hehehe. This is my first time to ever post any writing to Tumblr, so I am EXTREMELY nervous. I apologize for the name (I suck at those). Thank you to everyone who has helped me edit and reedit this imagine 20 times. You are all so appreciated. I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated.

 I stretch my arms out and turn over.


I lay in the bed, and I could see the light was still on in the office down the hall.

How long had I been asleep?

I look at the clock. 3 a.m.

Shawn had been working since about midnight on a melody he discovered earlier that day while playing around on his guitar. He wants the song to be perfect and that’s understandable, but this late?? I slide out of the bed and let out a troubled breath as my feet hit the cold floor. Walking down the hall quietly, there sits Shawn with his back turned to me. He’s still hard at work, strumming chords and scribbling incoherent thoughts on paper like he’s been doing for the past 2-3 hours. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the top of his head before resting my chin on it. He places his warm hand on my arm and lowers his head to kiss my skin.

“Hello darling, what are you doing awake so late?”

He is concerned about my sleep which is sweet, but the boy has to get some rest of his own. He has spent many long nights in this office for the past week, and I was beginning to worry that he was overworking himself. He is obsessed with perfection, but he is in desperate need of a break.

“I was sleeping until a bright ass light woke me up. I wonder who’s fault that may be,” I giggle in his ear, “it’s late and you really should get some sleep”.

He laughed softly, “I’m so close though. Really babe, it’s all coming together so perfectly. Just listen”. His voice now sounding like an eager child. I comply and sink down beside him in the chair, and he smiles as he begins to play. He starts to play an euphonious tune. Of course everything he plays is beautiful but this was different. So raw and pure. I could see Shawn was proud of it because he couldn’t stop smiling as he strummed the chords slowly.

“You’re right baby, it’s incredible. But why don’t you come to bed, and you can finish the rest tomorrow?” I suggest leaving a small kiss on his check.

He actually looks at me for the first time since I had walked into the room and cracks a smile when notices I have on his big t-shirt. God, when he looks at me with that smile. That beautiful, bright smile that makes my heart flutter. That smile could break me at any moment. That smile, is mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Mendes?”

“Oh nothing,” he stops his gaze, “you have the most gorgeous bedhead is all. Very sexy”

Letting out an embarrassing chuckle, I hit his chest as he winks, grabbing my wrist to pull me into his lap. He looks at the shirt I’m wearing again and raises his eyebrow.

“Oh, so THAT’S where my favorite shirt went. I was beginning to think it grew legs and disappeared,” he puts his guitar down and pulls me into a tight embrace.

He puts his head on my shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. He is tired, but he is too afraid to admit it. He wants to finish this song tonight, but he needs sleep. I reach up and start to run my fingers through his hair.

“Come on love, let’s get some sleep. You can continue this in the morning”

I get up and begin to pick of his papers that contained failed attempts at lyrics he had discarded throughout the room. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to protest, but he finally gives in and starts to help me clean up the office. He put his important papers inside his laptop and closes it. Once we picked everything up, he put his guitar on the stand and we headed for our bedroom. I got into the bed and buried myself into the covers while Shawn got ready for bed. I giggled to myself as I could hear him humming his newly discovered tune as he brushed his teeth. He is such a goober, and I adore his cute little quirks. I am pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the water shut off and the door open. He’s just in his boxers. God, does he look sexy as ever. His defined abs and toned arms. I have to control myself. NONot tonight. He needs sleep. I try and remind myself. He gets into bed and cuddles up to my side.

“Do did you really like what I have so far lyrically, darling?”

Shawn loves getting feedback. It has always been something he has craved from the people close to him. He truly values my advice and it makes my heart flutter to know that he takes it into the utmost consideration.

“Yes it was beautiful. It has a more edgy sound. Different from your other songs, but I honestly think it’s a good different. To me, it shows you’re really growing as an artist, and I am so proud of you. You work so hard, and it is really paying off for you, love. I just wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard all of the time. It’s okay to take a rest sometimes. Some people would even consider it healthy,” I tease as I poke his nose. He scrunches his face at my touch and smirks.

“I know baby, but I just want everything to be perfect, ya know? Even when I think I’m giving my all, I feel like I could still give more. So many people are relying on me and I don’t get a break just because I’m younger than the average artist. If anything, it makes me have to prove myself more to prove that I am meant to be ranked in the same category as bigger artist. But I do understand where you’re coming from, darling. I love you so much. I promise I will try and cut myself more slack”

I smile and lean up to kiss him softly murmuring a soft “I love you” between us. I adore his ambition and passion so much. He is such a genuine person, and I am so thankful that he is mine, all mine. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. Leaving a tender kiss on my forehead. He fingers then trail down my back and go underneath my shirt as he caresses the small of my back. His touch sending shivers down my spine. He was drawing shapes into my back as my eyes grew tired.

“Are you ready to go to sleep yet, love? You really need some rest,” I yawn against his chest. He giggles at my words which were barely audible, but he got the gist. He leaves a lingering kiss my forehead one last time.

“Are you positive that you’re tired though? There are so many other things we could to you know…” he says and I look up in disbelief and let out a chuckle at his words. This kid is actually suggesting this when it is almost 4 in the morning. Got to give him props for trying.

“Shawn it is late and YOU should be asleep anyways. The whole reason I brought you to bed was for you to rest. Not for you to score. Not tonight, no sir. Ask me again in the morning and maybe you’ll get lucky,” I say as he lets out a soft laugh.

“Alright alright, goodnight my love,” he buries his face into the blanket before whispering, “better make the morning worth my while then”

I giggle as I slap his chest with my tiny hand.

He gives me one last kiss before I snuggle into his warm body. I loved being close to him. We didn’t always get to share moments like this, so I cherished the few we had. I always feel at ease when I have him here with me. He felt like home, he was my home.

hey hey!! im back :DD ive been seeing the bnha oc thing trend all over so i wanted to make one myself! i might be drawing her alot now !!!

This is me and Chester during a Linkin Park Meet & Greet in November 2014. (I look completely different now so I guess it’s okay to post this here.)

Why am I basically screaming while Chester holds his hands up as if telling me to stay away?

Well, I had it all planned out what I was going to say. Not really – I only received the email that I could go to the M&G the evening before (no, actually three days before, but I didn’t check my emails regularly back then). I didn’t sleep that night, who needs sleep when you know you’ll not only be seeing Linkin Park live, but getting to meet them?

And I wanted to tell Chester how much I loved his voice, how much their lyrics touched me, how much he has helped me through my own struggles, what a huge source of inspiration he is.

But when he was standing in front of me, and I was looking into those eyes – they are so fucking brown and deep, and he was so quiet – I forgot what I wanted to say, and asked him what his favourite movie was.

He said “Princess Bride” and since I was not able to come up with an answer, he turned and started signing whatever the girl next to me was holding – so I just kinda muttered to someone else “Do you know that movie? I have never seen it.”

So Chester full-on turned back and started telling me how could I have not seen that movie, it’s brilliant, I think he jokingly did say something like “stay away, demon”, so that’s why his hands are up and I am basically screaming, trying to defend myself somehow.

Now, even though Chester is technically short and wasn’t exactly loud during the M&G (probably just saving his voice for later) he fucking dominated the hall for the next two hours, seeming larger than life, and it was hard to reconcile that man up on the stage with the guy who had told me I should definitely watch the Princess Bride.

The next day, I did. And of course he was right – it was awesome. It was brilliant. Probably gonna watch it just to remember him.

That was my first (and now only) time meeting him, getting to experience the band life, but I am so happy to have been privileged enough to not only see the band, but get to meet him.

Chester, you were a lion. And no matter what comes – for me, you’ll always be a symbol of hope, and proof of what one can accomplish with hard work and resilience. Please, don’t let his suicide be the thing he gets remembered for. Remember Chester for the way he could hold thousands of people captive with just his voice, could scream and sing rock songs as well as cover Adele’s ballads, could make you smile just by being his adorable self. Never forget the spark that was so bright in his eyes.

During the very worst and the very best times, and everything in between, Linkin Park’s music was right there with me, and it always will be.

You tried so hard
And got so far
And in the end
I didn’t even matter

It mattered a fucking lot to millions of people

anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope you're doing ok!! If it's alright with you, can I request some headcannons from reaper, mccree, zarrya, or mercy (you dont have to do them all unless you want!!) Who catches strangers giving harsh stares to their significant other for being ftm? Thank you :)!!🌸🌸🌸


  • He can start fights if people start shit, you’re important to him. His hands on your waist as he snarls for clarification of what they’re trying to start about his boyfriend.
  • That usually scares them off, the massive hulking pile of death incarnate is a terrifying thing to see. For those who are more determined, he’s more than willing to break limbs.
  • Afterwards, he’s tender, reassuring you that whatever they think is wrong. 


  • He’s not as outright violent as Reaper but he can be just as terrifying. He prefers to sit back and let the murderous rage radiating off of him. That usually terrifies people to back off, especially the way he protectively puts his hand on your shoulder.
  • He isn’t afraid of getting physical if the situation demands it, ain’t nobody gonna hurt his boyfriend.
  • He is really sweet afterwards, letting you know that your masculinity never is in doubt.


  • They’d have to be very brave to start treating you harshly while the large Russian woman is standing next to you.
  • Despite what most people think she’d rather solve things intellectually. She’ll call them out in front of everybody, holding her own against their spew of hatred. At the end, they’re such a rambling mess that no one is taking them seriously.
  • She gets you ice cream after, wanting to spoil her boyfriend.


  • It infuriates her as both a person and a doctor that she’s seeing this. She’s seen more than one person in the emergency room because of attitudes like this.
  • She won’t fight physically, it contrasting with her pacifist nature. She will give them a tongue lashing of a lifetime, you have to blink back tears as she defends you and the fact that you’re a man.
  • She apologises for making a little scene later but gets you a box of Swiss chocolate in an attempt to make up for it.



Derek practically wanted to throw up he was so nervous.  He wanted to be needed; the idea that Reid might not want to see him was devastating. The footsteps approached the door and then stopped and in those few milliseconds, Derek was almost positive that Reid had looked out, saw who it was, and decided to say nothing and turn around to go to sleep.

But slowly he opened the door. The visage that met him was a 180-degree turn from the man he was used to seeing – the one who was inquisitive, seemingly all-knowing and looked on the bright side despite all he’d been through. The Reid in front of him now was tired, exhausted really, almost numb, and the scariest thought of all, barely tethered to reality. Morgan could see Reid’s thoughts simultaneously running around and knocking into each other, keeping him slightly off-kilter, even now. 

His lip began to quiver, bringing Derek backed to when JJ had been taken away from her job at the Bureau. He’d been fighting so hard to keep the tears at bay. Like JJ had, Morgan stepped into the alien living space, so pale and clean in contrast to Reid’s dark and musty book-filled apartment, and gathered him into his arms. 

As his kid brother tried so hard to keep the tears at bay, Morgan raised his hand to the back of his head, his fingers getting caught in the tangled mess of curls atop his head. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here, Reid wanted to see him, and from what he could feel, Reid needed him here.

For nearly ten minutes, he allowed the younger man to cry in his arms, doing his best to console him even though no such thing as consolation could be possible at a time like this. He kept saying he was sorry. Why was he sorry? He’d already done so much, not only for his mother, but for him too. He’d put his job and life on the line to help his mother, and he’d put his sanity on the back burner to help keep Derek and his family safe. The tug of war between being grateful for Spencer’s silence and being guilt-ridden because of that gratefulness was something he didn’t know how to struggle with, so instead of trying to, he just squeezed tighter, hoping beyond hope that it would be enough to get rid of his best friend’s demons, and maybe some of his own.

“Thanks for coming to see me,” Spencer said, turning back toward the couch. He said it so flatly, like his emotions were still pushed into the back corner of his mind – because that’s what you had to do to keep your sanity. Feeling anything meant your hold on reality was shaken, and Spencer couldn’t afford that on the inside. 

The two sat on the couch. Spencer wondered how he had come to be here, so falling into a somewhat easy conversation, he told him about the text message he got that definitely wasn’t from Garcia, but probably Scratch. Spencer’s lips turned down even more at the thought of his friends going out to get one of the most demented killers they’d ever gone against, only to be here. He felt helpless; Morgan could see it in his eyes. “You are where you need to be right now,” he said. “Your mom needs you. The team will be fine.”

Morgan grappled with his feelings as Reid turned back towards where his mother was asleep. He too was overwhelmed with everything going on his head. “Which is saying a lot for me.” Spencer smirked, a forced smirk, but nonetheless one that was appreciated by Morgan. Everything that he’d just learned was weighing heavily on his heart. If he felt the way he did, then he could only imagine how Spencer must feel, and then he felt worse, knowing that Spencer had been through so much and still managed to make a joke to lighten the mood. Morgan forced a smirk much like Spencer’s. There was still something on his mind. And although he most likely knew the answer, for some reason, he still wanted to hear it come out of Spencer’s mouth.

“Can I ask you something?”

A look of recognition flashed across Spencer’s face, as if he knew what he was about to ask. He was Spencer. He had an IQ of 187. Of course he knew, but Morgan needed to ask anyway. “Why didn’t you tell me? I…I could’ve helped you. I would’ve…” Morgan hated when his voice trembled. Could not being in control of one’s emotions be a fear? Because if it was, Morgan definitely suffered from it. Reid could undoubtedly tell him the exact word for such a thing. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. 

Reid’s perceived weakness fell to strength as he began to cry again, letting Morgan in after keeping him away for so many months. “I know you would’ve. That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

That’s what Morgan had assumed. Reid, being his too altruistic self, had forgone seeing him for the sake of his family’s safety. As the tears continued to fall freely, he went on to tell him how he thought what the rest of the team had, that everything happening to him had been the product of Scratch and not Cat Adams. “I didn’t want to bring you and Savannah and little Hank into this because Scratch knows no bounds.” Spencer continued on and admitted that if something had happened to them because he’d asked to see Morgan, he would lost his mind – and it wouldn’t have been a far trip.

In the ensuing silence, Morgan found himself wondering what he would’ve done had Spencer asked for him. For one, he would’ve absolutely gone to visit him. His impulsive side said he would’ve dropped everything to do what he needed to do to help Reid, whether that would’ve included helping the team or somehow getting himself put into prison to protect him, it didn’t matter. There was no doubt in his mind he would’ve done something to help. As he glanced at his friend’s tear-stained face, he wondered how many bruises had blemished his face over the past three months. Morgan’s size would’ve kept people away from him, but Reid’s spindly frame and scared eyes undoubtedly drew people’s fists toward him. The thought of someone beating up his friend made him sick. “Did you think about asking for me?” Derek asked. The question came out much more hopeful and vulnerable than he had intended.

Spencer nodded slightly; it was almost imperceptible. “So many times. I wanted to see you. I wanted you to make me feel better. Convince me I wasn’t a murderer. But it would’ve been for my sake only, and I couldn’t risk putting you in harm’s way, so I swallowed my wants.” He’d practically choked on them.

Morgan couldn’t help but ask if there was something else to his reasoning for keeping him away. “That’s not all, is it?”

“No,” he said, biting down on his knuckle to compose himself for a moment. Not wanting to hurt Morgan or his family was only part of it. He was also embarrassed. Embarrassed about being a disgrace to the Bureau, and more importantly, his team; the friend he loved so much. He didn’t want to let them down. “I was already ashamed that everyone else was going to look at me differently.” Basically, he said that if was able to maintain one of his relationships as if he hadn’t had a stay in prison, he’d feel better.

Morgan wondered how Reid had survived. If it weren’t for the kid’s brain, he was sure Reid would’ve lost it long ago. Morgan felt so awful knowing that Reid, even for a second, thought that he and the rest of the team would look at him differently. Moving closer on the couch, Morgan did his best to console, ultimately feeling like a failure. “Kid, you did what you had to do four your mother.” Granted Morgan wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if he were in Reid’s shoes, but he definitely would’ve at least thought about crossing the border. Like Reid, Morgan’s mother was too important to him not to think about putting everything on the line for her.

As Spencer did his best to control himself, Morgan stood up and grabbed one of the plates of food he’d brought. Pancakes. “Eat something.” He watched as Spencer took a couple bites, noticing him grimace at the taste. He’d probably gotten used to prison food. Hopefully the pancakes wouldn’t make him sick; that was the last thing he needed. Slowly, Reid picked at his food, avoiding eye contact with him as much as possible. He was so overwhelmed. “And look, I appreciate you not wanting to bring my family into this, but…” Reid was family; he’d named his son after him. He never, ever wanted Reid to be embarrassed to confide in him. Ever.

Pushing the pancakes away, he finally looked his way. “I’ll try and keep that in mind. And I’m sorry again. For everything.”

“It’s okay, kid. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

What felt like the fifth dry patch of silence fell between them before he decided to get Reid’s mind off everything that had happened. From his pocket, he pulled out his phone and started showing Reid pictures of Savannah and Hank. “God, he’s getting so big,” Reid said, his smile evident and proud for the first time since Morgan walked into the door. “The muscle tone in his legs is great. He’ll be walking by himself in no time and then you and Savannah are screwed. You’ll never rest again.” 

Morgan chuckled and thanked the gods that he was able to do something to bring Reid out of his own mind, if only for a few moments. “Thanks again for coming, Morgan,” Spencer said. “I appreciate it more than you know.”

He knew; he always knew. The words weren’t spoken between them all that often, but it was always, always implied. Releasing him from another hug, he watched as Reid collapsed into the couch and fell asleep in what seemed like seconds. After everything, it was surprising he’d stayed awake as long as he had – even with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. When he started to shiver, Morgan reached toward a pile of blankets and placed over his friend’s frame, now even thinner through stress, before picking up another one. He had been planning on leaving, but he was tired and frankly, he would be surprised if Spencer didn’t wake up in a cold sweat at least once or twice. Morgan couldn’t be there before, but he could now - no matter what.

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Random Black Panther Thought

Marvel better not skimp on the merchandise for Black Panther. I want to see Black Panther pajamas and sheet sets, shower curtains, toothbrushes, AND toothpaste. I want Black Panther wallpaper, rugs, and kids’ vitamins. I want to see official Black Panther Halloween costumes for the whole dang family. I want novelization spin-offs from the movie and those lil Viewfinder things. There had better be action figures for all the cast (except Freeman and Serkis– I’m good on that). Black characters are forever getting ignored with merchandising, and kids who wanted a toothbrush or Halloween costume of the one character that looked like them should be denied no longer. 

Now, I’ll start working on a concept for my premiere night nails. I’m so serious. 

Review of the 3 Paris shows

Hello, it’s been a while since I’ve written something on my blog and just been on tumblr. Last time that I was really there, I wrote the review of my journey of 10 Coldplay shows in Europe. It’s been over a year and now, I feel like writing something again, about these last 3 Coldplay shows in Europe because those were incredible, full of happiness and tears, and because I just wanted to share my experience with any of you who would be interested to read it.

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anonymous asked:

As soon as nick showed the pic of Camille and Harry's reaction to it, I immediately thought of you and lyo!! I know you wrote that au where Paulie was a model and Harry was famous and he went to the vs show, would his reaction to the heart machine be the same in that universe?

hello dear anon! sorry it took me a while to respond to this. let’s have a look at how harry would have reacted under the cut!! for those who don’t know what we’re talking about… i wrote this a while ago so maybe check it out if you want? it’s kind of a spin-off ou/au  thing i wrote based on the characters of my story lock yourself out. it’s hard to describe… see for yourself!

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anonymous asked:

When I feel down about that kind of denial or antis I just think about THE TATTOOS and thais makes me feels I'm alive again!!

Yes the tattoos. They love to downgrade them but six-seven KNOWN complementary tattoos … Only those don’t see this who don’t want to.

anonymous asked:

HI. You know, how crAZY would it be to have Seokjin performing "Why Don't You Do Right?", that song from Jessica Rabbit, but him in his usual outfit, and while singing, his gaze sets on RM, who winks at him, and Jin answers by getting of stage still singing, sitting on his lap for a bit moment before tugging on his tie and letting it slip from his hands as he goes back to the stage. And Jimin is watching everything from backstage, arms crossed over his chest, holding back tears? I♥ANGST

HOOO BOY SEXY AND SAD I LIVE FOR THOSE TWO 😭😭😭 But aw man,,, jimin watching backstage as he sees his lessons pay off in a way he never wanted :’^)

bi-fuddled  asked:

Hey i just wanted to say in light of those Whites defending racism and cultural appropriation that your blog is a wonderful space and i love to see it pop up on my dash. You always post such interesting things and insightful perspectives and i rly appreciate it! Keep doing the good stuff and know that there r lots of people who support u ✌🏼✌🏼

Thank you!

anonymous asked:

With each day I get more and more convinced that many in this fandom have no idea who Touka is: they don't know her character, her values, her story, her feelings, her motives, what she stands for, they don't even truly know her flaws that they keep harping about daily. They pay no attention to her. All they know are the same 3 pgs they keep circulating in their echo chamber. That's why they feel no shame while comparing whatever she did to the worst actions of a villain and even to torture.

Mod K:

Man, at this point, just block those idiots. I don’t even see stupidity in the tags anymore because I have all of them blocked. They literally go blank when Touka is in the manga, and want to worship male character number 5609, so who even cares? A lot of them are literally 18 and under as well, so they’re stuck in their dumb fangirl phase right now. It’s only annoying that they clog up the tags with it.

when decent folks see a fascist embarrassing itself, there will always be someone who sees a fascist doing something they want to support. when decent folks see a fascist failing to prove its point in a debate, there will be someone who sees a fascist making some appealing points. when decent folks see a fascist doing something atrocious and think “how can anyone support this? surely it’ll drive people away,” there will be someone who sees it and thinks “damn, that’s what i’ve always wished i could do to those Others”
that’s why we can’t wait on fascists to lose by being too incompetent or too stupid or too evil to gain majority support. fascists don’t need the support of the majority. fascists simply need a majority that thinks that the fascists can’t be opposed. this is why fascists, as individuals, and fascism, as an ideology, must be crushed decisively and exposed as the tool by which the weak and cowardly seize and maintain power


Pops -papaleta 

late but dosen t mean i forget about it 

regular was actually a huge thing for me, it was the first fandom i join  in  

and also i was one of those people who cant stand new cartoons and live in the past ,until i watch an episode of RS (and the rest is history )

i left at  season 5 or so but i did wait for the end ,and it was perfect for me ,i wanted to see cj on the episode but everything else was good 


hope you like c: 

note :if you see this  just a part of a page of rs and rigleen ,so this may a wip 

Valentine’s Date Night

A super late piece for @jojosrealityisimaginative through @klancevalentines ! I’m soso sorry that this is incredibly late but I hope that you like it!

I want Jackson to be confused as hell this season, okay? I don’t even care about action just give me 45 minutes Jackson ranting at everyone and asking questions.

#McCall how the hell did you became an alpha? #Stilinski’s jeep is still working? #who is this hot girl?… What do you mean Stiles’ ex? # Wait you are dating ex of your bff? That’s bro code validation right there #who is this Liam kid and why is he here? #Why is everyone so happy to see Derek, it’s not like he letf-WAIT, Hale you left those idiots alone?! To protect the city?! And why aren’t you alpha anymore?! #what do you mean Stiles was possessed? #Okay so Liam is like little Scott and the other one is like little Stiles because he is useless gay human being surrounded by supernatural? #‘Stiles is not gay’ ha, that’s the best joke I heard in ages #wait, what do you mean it’s true? And he is dating… Lydia? Who came up with that?! #btw, anyone seen Issac? Wanted to ask him if he came out already #Why isn’t Derek Alpha anymore? #And why evil guy who controlled me is not dying?! Da fak Gerard, just die already, nobody wants you here! #so, Scott, your mama and Allison’s dad are dating? Well that would be awkward if you guys were still together… why are you staring at me like that? # Wait… What? #DEAD? ERICA, AIDEN AND BOYD TOO? HOW MAMY FUCKING PEOPLE DIED HERE?! #AND WHY NOONE TELLS ME STUFF?! YOU KNOW THAT PHONES ARE A THING RIGHT? #FUCK OFF GREENBERG, NOT NOW! #YOU COULD CALL AND ASK FOR HELP AND NOONE WOULD DIE! #AND WHO IS THIS ANOTHER FUCKING KID!? HOW MANY OF THEM YOU ADOPTED?!

I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

If there is one positive thing I can say about the life I’ve had, it’s that it made me a better person. As much as I wish I’d had the happy carefree life everyone else seems to have had, I have to admit that it’s made me who I am – for the better, not just the worse. Every time I’ve been knocked down I’ve gotten back up and it’s a strength I gained from never having anyone to help me. So now when I see someone else who’s down and out, I offer them a compassionate hand because I know how it feels and I believe that in their darkest moments nobody should ever be alone. Empathy is a gift and I share it with others, but it’s a gift that comes with a terrible price that only those who possess it know… Because to empathize with someone’s pain, you need to have experienced it yourself and that is the hidden price that compassionate people have paid to be who they are. So as much as I wouldn’t want to go back and relive them all again, I wouldn’t undo my life’s painful experiences either because I know that ultimately I wouldn’t be the same person without them.