friends not allies

  • Ally: Okay, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like...was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?
  • Camila: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then we just sort of sunk into it.
  • Ally: Okay, so was she holding you? Or were her hands, like, on your back?
  • Camila: No, actually, first they were...they started on my waist. And then they slid up, and then they were in my hair.
  • Ally: Ohhhh!
  • -
  • Lauren: And, uh, and then I kissed her.
  • Dinah: Tongue?
  • Lauren: Yeah.
  • Normani: Cool.
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Last night dream. Allura and Coran discussing with Paladins how they should start keeping in mind of choosing potential substitute pilots of their lions and then..

Hunk: Like, we can choose anyone we think has potential?

Coran: Yes Hunk, like I sai-

Hunk: *slams hands on table* SHAY

i dont talk about bismuth enough but i dont understand how ANYONE could see her as cruel or mean or evil? like, lets take what we know about gems being bubbled; we know that their exact last memory is what caused them to be bubbled, so theyre still in the moment when they get UN-bubbled, right? peridots unbubbling proves this much, at least:

based on her finishing the sentence she had been shouting while she poofed, and her continued movement into attacking/defending herself, we can assume as much?

so we know that bismuth, upon being unbubbled, was probably having the memory of rose, one of her most trusted friends and allies, attacking and injuring her severely. but what does she do the moment shes unbubbled, and finds herself in a strange and unfamiliar location (lions mane)?

shes SCARED at first, almost terrified once she comes out, but then she sees steven! and her first response to this strange human is to be so gentle and soft and KIND with him…

it breaks my heart that both fans of the show and the show itself demonizes her. there are heaps and heaps of discussion about how shes evil but i just cant understand how anyone could see her like that and she deserves better. thanks for your time thats all

Honestly, LGBT+ people want allies, BUT we don’t want them so much that we’ll settle for people:

  • who call us f*ggots
  • think misgendering is funny
  • still use “gay” as a slur
  • think “you need us, we don’t need you.”

We’re not desperate, deary. We just want respect.

It’s not appropriative to stand up against Autism Speaks or do #REDinstead

Like, please do so.

Autistic people are, too often, fighting a culture of hate and dehumanization on our own. It’s hardest when everyone is saying these things about you. And it’s just. so. tiring.

Yes, please stand up for us.

Yes, please post that cute selfie of you wearing red.

Yes, please link ignorant people to descriptions of why “Light it up blue” is harmful.

Yes, please draw a picture for autism acceptance month. It would make an autistic person’s day.

It’s lonely fighting stigma alone. And it really hurts, especially when it feels like no one else cares about us. The blue lights and sob stories and talk about cures just isolates us.

If someone who cared would be willing to reach out, to say something, to make it stop… it would mean the world.

#ok but clarke is FUCKING CRYING #the thought of killing bellamy blake brought her to tears #like she literally was ready to sacrifice her mother #last season to save the human race #but couldn’t bring herself to kill bellamy #look at her she completely breaks down #because bellamy is everything to her #her friend #her ally #the only person that truly understands her #it’s his face that comes up when she thinks of reasons to keep fighting #clarke griffin  is so in love with bellamy blake #and she realizes it in this moment 

Animist Wishing Well Shrine

Create your own magical wishing well by creating a natural landscape with a water feature. Here I have a simple ceramic bowl filled with a little water, surrounded by living succulents. Craft it to be pleasing to the senses so that any Nature spirit would love to dwell there. 

Your wishing well can be very simple, perhaps nothing more than a small bowl of water and a few acorns or stones you found in the park. Or it can be more elaborate and decorated.

Call your friends, allies, and beings of power who have agreed to work with you to dwell in the wishing well shrine. Or, make a deal with a new spirit to dwell in your wishing well altar and grant your wishes.

The coins you add to the fountain are payment to the spirit world for your wishes to be granted.

To make a wish, add a coin to the water and say your wish. Use the terminology and symbolism your spirit allies expect. Perhaps the more the coin is worth, the more work they will do for you.

You can also add other gifts such as jewelry (note the red bracelet above).

If you like making decorative scenes like me, why not a wishing well marker with tally marks for every wish that comes true.

When the fountain water needs to be changed or when the bowl becomes too full, move the gifts to a permanent jar. These things no longer belong to you; you hold on to them for the spirit world.

Remember not to be greedy. Spirits can only work so hard and so fast. Moderate your wishes depending on what your spirit allie(s) can accomplish.

Show > Books

book clary: whiny, problematic, cliche “underdog becomes the hero”
show clary: badass, soft, *cough* not trying to get with the guy she believes is her brother *cough*

book jace: an asshole but “it’s okay because he’s just witty and the cool-guy”
show jace: supportive, strong, a good person to have as a friend/ally

book simon: literally did nothing except pine over clary for like three books, but he’s the cliche cute-nerd friend that EVERY main character has to have
show simon: badass, can make his own decisions, nerd-hot

book isabelle: wasn’t even there most of the time, slut shamed when she was there, but she was a good sister
show isabelle: a fcking goddess™, the best forensic pathologist in the state of NY, just trying to be accepted by her mom, a fcking amazing little sister

book alec: problematic, whiny, good with a bow, knew he was “in love” with his parabatai but still dated magnus (completely disregarding magnus’s feelings)
show alec: amazing fighter, amazing brother,amazing son, amazing boyfriend, amazing amaZING AMAZING !!!

book magnus: literally wore fuckinf ridiculous clothes, but overall he was pretty great
show magnus: the most badass, fashionable, wise person on the world, an excellent boyfriend, takes absolutely NO bullshit, is there to help people when they need it

book luke: wasn’t even there most of the time ???
show luke: the BEST detective in New York, amazing step-dad, badass leader, saved the day so many times i’ve lost count, just overall the best

  • Hanamaki: *trying to cheer Oikawa up after break-up* Oikawa, you have a lot to offer someone! You're funny, you're smart.
  • Matsukawa: You're creative, you've got style!
  • Iwaizumi: ...
  • Iwaizumi: Oh, did you want me to say something?
  • Iwaizumi: You have hair. Your name is Oikawa.
  • Oikawa: Thanks, Iwa-chan.
An open letter to the girl who saved me today

When I went into the store today after work, I had decided I was going to be brave. I had a pretty good day, and I wanted to reward myself with something I’d been eyeing for quite some time. Mens underwear.

I won’t lie, I stalled quite a bit before I slunk over to the mens underwear section, but eventually I wound up in the aisle looking over my various options. It was while I was trying to figure out what size I would be, that the man is all his socks and sandals glory came into the aisle. I barely had time to look up before he bellowed at me, “you fucking abomination”

I gaped like a fish while I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that yes, this was happening, and yes, he just yelled that at me. He said it again, and began to make his way towards me, very tall and very angry looking. All the clever things I wanted to say died in my throat and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Just as he was getting right up in my face, telling me about how there wasn’t a single god from any religion that would accept a piece of shit like me, you appeared at the end of the aisle. You ran towards us and put yourself between me and him like you weren’t a tiny 5 ft nothing. Then you stuck your finger in his face and told him to “shut the hole in his head that was spewing ignorance and hatred and get out because he wasn’t welcome here”. It was his turn to be the fish then, and before he could say another thing you shouted “GET THE FUCK AWAY” drawing the attention of shoppers who had been so conveniently hard of hearing before. He tucked tail and left.

You turned to me then, put the underwear I had dropped back in my hand and asked if I was okay. I was sobbing and could feel my face doing the ugly thing it does when I cry. I nodded, you asked me if there was anything else I wanted to look at in the mens section, I shook my head. You asked if I had anymore shopping to do. I huffed out that I wanted some bananas. You took my hand and lead me towards produce. You told me I was beautiful. You told me I would look so handsome in the underwear I picked. You helped me pick out bananas and told me my future was so bright and wonderful it was practically blinding. 

You held my hand all the way to the cashier, and then outside. You asked me if I wanted a ride, I told you I’d like to walk, that I needed some time to cry. You stared at me very seriously, then hugged me so hard I could feel all me pieces coming back together. You said “I don’t even know who you are and I don’t care, I love you”

I cried all the way back home. 

Thank you. Thank you for everything. For who you are, and for what you did. Plenty of other people passed by and did nothing, but you came in like a shining beacon and all I can say is thank you. You saved me when I was all alone. Thank you.