Do you ever think about what it will be like for us shippers and just readers of fanfiction in general when we are old. And I mean like 90 years old, in case we get the privilege to live that long.
Do you ever think about the fact that after all the challenges of life you will have been through, all the pain and suffering and laughter and love you will have felt, you will be sitting in a squishy armchair, perhaps a cup of tea in one hand and a phone or tablet in the other and you will stumble upon one of your favourite fics that you read when you were still so, so young.
You will begin to read it, a warm feeling of nostalgia will overwhelm you as if someone had lit a warm fire in your old and bruised body. And you will smile and laugh and cry with your favourite stories again, all the more precious this time because you know life is running out for you and this might very well be the last time you get to feel these words about your favourite people in your favourite imaginary world.
It will remind you of all the stories you’ve read, where you read them, what they taught you and how much more beautiful your life was because of them. At that moment you won’t regret a thing in your life, because, no matter what you’ve been through, it has all led to this wonderful humbling feeling of love.
as hyped as i’ve been, i’m deadly scared for the bbmas to come
like there’s so many factors about this:
1. bts won’t win
2. which leads to antis using it to hate even more
or 3. bts gets robbed of screentime if they win (ex: shorty awards)
4. they don’t get the recognition they deserve bc they’re not mainstream US artists
5. this bts hype will die after the bbmas and bts will seem like just a fad (ex: Psy)
6. i feel like this is already a thing, but secondhand embarrassment from the boys because of some fans
7. qjjdlqkshsjs but i’m scared and i’m praying everything will turn out smoothly and only benefit our boys
i hope they have fun, have enough rest, and enjoy their time there and fkn producers and agents and certain artists better not exploit these wonderful, humble boys
hey everyone! the trans portrait gallery website is up! it’s a collection of portraits i’ve done and am continuing to do of trans and nonbinary people, as well as excerpts from interviews with those people. please feel free to check the posts out; a lot of the subjects of the portraits had really beautiful and insightful things to say about their lives and their transitions.
thank you so much to everyone who has shared their stories and allowed me to draw them. it’s been a wonderful and humbling experience hearing from all of you.
HES RELEASING IT ON HIS BIRTHDAY AND HE SOLD OUT IMMEDIATELY ON HIS FIRS T SOLO CONCERT AND HES WORKED SO HARD AND HIS PHOTOS ARE SO STUNNING AND HES SO TALENTED AND HES DONE SO MUCH AND YET IS STIL L SO YOUNG ANDHES SO HUMBLE AND WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND UNIQUE AND CHARMING AND I LOVE LEE TAEMIN SO MUCH HE DESERVES SO MUCH HE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD THIS LITTLE KID WHO STARTED AT SM AT 12 YEARS OLD AND DEBUTED AT 14 ALWAYS LEAVES EVERYONE SHOOK BY HIS OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCES AND PERFORMS DESPITE WHATEVER IS GOING ON WIHTH HIS LIFE AND HASS DONE SO MUCH AND CHANGED THE GAME SO MANY TIMES AS SHINEE AND AS A SOLOIST AND AS A PERSON AND AS AN ICONIC CONTRIBUTER TO MUSIC AND FASHION AND SOCIETY AND LIFE AND THE WORLD AND THE UNIVERSE AND LEE FRANCESCO TAEMIN. THANK U SO MUCH. THANK U SO MUCH U SMALL QUIRKY TALENTED DORKY GORGEOUS RADIANT HARD WORKING ONE OF A KIND RESPONSIBLE DILIGENT ETHEREAL BREATHTAKING CAPTIVATING STUNNING WONDERFUL AMAZING AWE INSPIRING MAN. THANK Y OU FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU
May your joys be as bright as the morning, and your sorrows merely be
shadows that fade in the sunlight of love. May you have enough
happiness to keep you sweet, enough trials to keep you strong, enough
sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to keep you happy, enough failure
to keep you humble, enough success to keep you eager, enough friends to
give you comfort, enough faith and courage in yourself to banish
sadness, enough wealth to meet your needs and one thing more; enough
determination to make each day a more wonderful day than the one before.
So I had a strange moment of inspiration from the game Okami.
I just imagined Azy being the amazing person she is as a goddess disguised amongst other humans. But with her magical paint brush, crimson markings, and magical instrument, she fights against anything that faces her path. She’s a humble but wonderful person, but as we know, Azy already is this! :D An amazing artist, a lovely person, humble and kind. Always working to the best of her ability and pushing beyond her limits.
I was seeing a lot of Doreen Valiente on my dash today, and I wanted to reflect on how influential she has been on Traditional Witchcraft, the path she pursued after she parted with Gardner and went looking for something she could consider more authentic. She got to know a lot of the figures who practiced different witchcraft traditions, from those as bizarre as Charles Cardell of the Coven of Atho that faded into obscurity, to her close friend the very influential Robert Cochrane, she even got to meet Austin Osman Spare whose quiet influence on Traditional Witchcraft is greater than most people know.
What strikes me the most is how like us she is. Look at her young vibrant face there, selfie-photographing the goat foot candle sticks she obviously was proud of and photographed often. Doreen was proud of her education and reading, the tools and artifacts she collected and used, and her mystical experiences as a witch. She was a prolific and amazing writer, yet always wrote for a general literacy rather than an ye olde obscurantist style. She never seemed to be too big for her britches showing a humbleness and wonder at witchcraft that somehow aligned without contradiction to her self-empowerment.
We can’t ever know for sure, but based on how she interacted with media in her own time: I am confident that if Doreen were young today she would be blogging along with us and sharing instagram photos of her books and tools and writing up her latest poetry for her community to use and reblog. The Lady witch that did so many dignified and authoritative interviews wouldn’t shy from Youtube vlogging. She balanced her oaths and secrecy and privacy with a love of sharing what could be ethically shared freely with grace. We are still learning so much about this woman that seemed so public yet held so much back. This is my witch mighty dead role model. When folks get grumpy and make fun of how much we share and document of our practice, I always think of her and how she traversed the world of the witchcraft revival and documented it with common sense and attitude. Much of what we know about important witchcraft figures is from her testimonials and historical research.
Seriously why does no one talk about the YJ tie-in comics?
I feel like not a lot of people are aware that this exists. Because if you’re looking to temporarily satisfy your YJ needs after binge-watching the show, this is it. Not to mention, this is all canon and written by the creators of the show. This comic has almost anything you ever wanted.
Supey and Wally bonding time?
Bam! Bro-time with the Wall-man! [this takes place after the Cadmus break-in before Batman made his decision]
Curious about what caused the team to become superheroes?
Bam! The smol children’s humble origins
Ever wondered what set off Superboy’s weird hatred of monkeys?
Ka-blam! Holy green creepy psychotic monkeys, Batman!
Did you ever pine to see the team and their mentors to work together more?
Bam! Look at these snarky children and their mentors! [heh, I included that Kid Flash/The Flash panel for that Endgame foreshadowing…]
Remember the beginning of “Downtime” and ever wondered what happened in that failed mission with Clayface?
Bam! Children getting wrecked by this ugly monster!
Or remember when Beastboy mentioned that poisonous flower incident incident in “Earthlings”?
Bam! Connor trying to be a sweet boyfriend to M’gann!
Ever wanted to know how Jaime ended up joining the team?
Bam! Nightwing and Wondergirl recruiting this sweet child (this is also where many started shipping Wonderbeetle due to their interactions in the comic).
This isn’t all of it, of course. There is this and way more. I’d say that the writing is of course on-par with the show. There’s so many plot-twists that were certainly unexpected when I first read through these. Some of these are fun (like the team sitting around a campfire and telling their stories) but there are others that are more serious, like the type of stories you’d expect to find in the show.
Also, not only can you show support for YJ by watching it on Netflix, buying the comics show your support to Warner Bros as well. So if you can afford it, I’d say give it a shot!
Can’t ever get it right. No matter how hard I try and I’ve
I put up a good fight but your words cut like knives
and I’m tired.
You loved Diana
with all your heart, she had somehow hopped into your life and made it the best
thing ever. She was a happy soul that could not be moved and she loved you as
well. She left herself open like a book for you to read, allowing you to read every
word and detail, even telling you about her time in the war. She would talk so
fondly about her comrades and how she missed them every single day but you knew
one stood out more than the others.
Steve Trevor, her
first love and her first heartbreak but not on purpose. You knew how much he
impacted Diana and made her into the person she was to this day or how he was a
war hero. He pushed her into believing in mankind, believing everyone is worth
saving despite what they deserve, made her believe in love and he pushed her
into being the one and only Wonder Woman.
She would always
tell you about her origin story over and over but the more she told you, the
more you begin to realize you were no Steve Trevor. It hurt, hearing her voice so passionate about the man and hearing the love she still had for him. At the
mention of his name, a soft, adoring smile would take over her face and it
broke you. You tried being the best you could be, helping her, supporting her,
loving her but no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed to deem worthy
enough. You were just you and she was a god, she deserved someone like Steve
and you were very far from him.
You’re the charming type. That twinkle in your eye
gets me every time.
There must have been a time, I was the reason for that
You couldn’t help
but still love Diana even through the internal pain. She made you happy, she
was beautiful, the definition of grace and you loved everything about her. Her
laugh made your stomach turn, her smile could brighten up a whole town, her
happiness was contagious, her humbleness was incomparable, no wonder why she
was a god, she was flawless. She could
make you laugh the hardest you’ve ever laughed, she could make your bad days
brighter, she just never ceased to make your life a pure paradise.
At times, you knew
you could make her smile and cause her joyful laugh to fill the room and it
made your heart swell with affection, thinking you could make her happy. She
would hug you, kiss you and compliment on how grateful she was for you but you
knew… she deserved better than you.
If he’s the reason that you’re leaving me tonight,
Spare me what you think and tell me a lie.
Soon the insecurities
of the high expectations were eating you alive and it was becoming unbearable.
You wanted so badly to stay and work things out but at the same time the urge
to leave seemed like a better solution. As much as you wanted to listen to your
heart and stay, your brain tricked you into something was going to break your
heart. Your body was full of emotions as tears streamed down your face as you approached
your precious Diana causing her to stop her reading, walking up to you with
concerned eyes as she placed gentle hands on your face. “(Y/N), sweetheart,
what’s wrong?” She asks with worried eyes as she wipes away your still falling
tears with her thumbs and you tremble under her hands, finally breaking at her
“I can’t do this
anymore, Diana…” You choke out through your tears and she has worry etched all
over her face but before she can say anything, you continue. “I am no Steve
Trevor, I can’t live up to what he did for you and I can’t be what he was. You
deserve better than me.” Her face falls with sadness at your words and she
tilts your head so you’re looking into her beautiful brown orbs.
“No, no, I don’t
expect you to be. You are different than he was, you don’t have to be Steve. You
are doing so much for me, you don’t even know.” Diana tries but you pull away
from her soft hands, angrily wiping away your watering eyes and you can see the
tears building up in her eyes which makes you break more, knowing that you’re
“I-I can’t stay. You
deserve more than what I can give.” Diana begins to shake her head, a few tears
falling from her eyes as she takes a few steps towards you but you take the
same amount back, tears of your own beginning to fall once again. “Please… don’t.”
She stops, staring at you with sad eyes as you continue to make your way
towards the door.
“Tell me a lie…
because I know the truth and the truth is I don’t deserve you. I love you,
(Y/N).” She chokes out quietly, trying to fight the multiple emotions flooding
her body and the whole statement makes your knees weak and heart break as well
as soar. You open the door, looking at her blurry form through your tears.
“A lie…” You stop
as you look at the floor, avoiding her sad, red, puffy eyes. “Is that I hate
you. I hate you so much, Diana and I never loved you.” You whisper out as you
close your eyes, sob taking over your body as you close the door behind you.