humor about people like me that is for me

anonymous asked:

Post two things you like about yourself and then pass it on to the first 10 people you see on your dash #teamselfesteem ☺️

This is super nice, awh! I suck at self-esteem things omfg

  1. I like that I’m open-minded and accepting
  2. I like my sense of humor. I think I’m hilarious.

Originally posted by my-mom-found-my-old-url

anonymous asked:

In your answer to the anon who asked about cutting you said you had overcome your cutting habits. How did you do that? I just recently started because like you said it makes me feel better. A friend saw the marks and humorously asked if I started cutting. I lied and made up a stupid story... I don't know what to say to people if they ask me about the marks. Can you help me?

I’m going to be honest with you, it was not easy, and so it didn’t happen over night, there were many times during my journey of trying to overcome the control it had over me when I would stop and then start back whenever my anxiety or depression would take a turn for the worst but on one of those nights when I use to have trouble sleeping, I got up and turned on my room light, gathered all my blades, used ones and unused ones and I put them on my desk, then went back to sit up in my bed, I sat in silence for about two hours just looking at the blades. And I allowed the urges to fill every part of my being, this was the first time I started practicing breathing exercises, and I sat there looking at the blades for two hours straight which was when the urges started to decrease, they never went away but it got a little better. I got up, picked up the blades, wrapped them in a mini towel and put them in a scandal bag, [my parents didn’t know I cut and I didn’t want them to know] and went to the kitchen to put that scandal bag in the bin, I washed my hands and went back into my room to sit back down on my bed. I spent 10 minutes crying and breathing in and out, I re-assured myself that I’m okay and that I did good, yes the urges were still there but I focused on my breathing and channeled my energy into the fact that I’m doing well and I am in control, this is day one, just be patient Amanda, you’re doing well. I turned off my light and I went to lay down, and I couldn’t sleep but a little weight had been lifted off of me. Then came day two, then day three, then day four, then day five and so on and so on but I never focused on any other moment but the moment I am in right this very second, I stopped criticizing myself and slowly started becoming gentle towards myself. If something triggering happened that brought on my urges, I talked with myself again, re-assured myself, supported myself, stopped judging myself and I would also write down what triggered my urges and begin working on lovingly releasing it from my space, before I knew it a year had passed and then two and then three and then four and so on without me cutting so much so that I no longer felt the need to. 

I’m really sorry that it pulled you in but I promise you, you can overcome the hold it tends to have over people. And seeing as you’re in the early stages, you’re lucky because it should be a little easier for you to free yourself from it. It’s okay, many people hide the truth about their scars, it’s personal and it’s not really something many feel comfortable talking about so you’re not the first to lie and tell a random story about it, that’s okay, don’t beat yourself up about that. But, I promise you, you don’t have to feel ashamed about it, or feel it defines you, it really doesn’t, so if someone see’s your scars and asks you about it, simply let them know, you don’t have to hide behind your scars, you are not your scars, this is what it is, this may be where you currently are in your life and that’s okay, you’re doing the best you can and as you progress, you will learn and you will change in your own time. Trust the process of life and don’t be ashamed of whatever it is you may be experiencing at different moments in your wonderful life. <3

Retrospective on UNDERTALE’s Popularity

Though it was released almost a year ago, I have the same opinion of it.

It’s about an 8/10, niche RPG game.

If you like the characters and the humor, you’ll probably like it, and forgive it for its flaws.

If you don’t, you’ll probably hate it.

Surprisingly, there are many people who like this type of game. Though I did work hard, there’s definitely a lot of luck involved in having a game become this popular. So, it wouldn’t surprise me if I never made a game as successful again. That’s fine with me though.

Not only did I not expect this level of popularity, but initially, I was afraid of it. I didn’t want UNDERTALE to become tiring for people, or become spoiled before anyone even got a chance to play it. Early on (this was probably excessive) I even tried to contact certain Let’s Players to tell them not to make any content about it.

But, the game became very popular. Unavoidable, even. At the height of its popularity, “not liking the game” felt like a cardinal sin to many fans online. In reaction to these circumstances, others began actively hate the game, creating an endless whirlwind of discourse…

Like a thunderclap to a small dog, all of this attention stressed me out. And every time it seemed to die down, something revived it, such as the GameFAQs contest, the award shows, bizarre theory videos, and so on. At times, I wished I had a way to quell the attention. I felt a strange powerlessness. (And guilt, for feeling stressed when the success of the game SHOULD be something I’m nothing but ecstatic about.)

At the same time, countless wonderful things were happening. People told me the game helped them through a difficult part of their life. Others told me that the game had made them laugh, or cry, or say “I want to be kinder.” Many young kids told me they wanted to create games or music because of it. And, on a personal level, because of its popularity, I have been able to help myself and many people in my life. (And, hopefully, in the future, I can help many other people because of it, too.)

So, ultimately, it’s a good thing that the game reached so many people, and I’m very, very, very, very, very, very, thankful to everyone that supported it, and everyone that helped me make it.

Thank you.

And thank you to anyone who has created fanworks for this game over the past year. I’ve been in fandoms my whole life. I drew Cave Story characters in the margins of my 7th grade history class notes. So it’s amazing to see something I created incite a similar passion in other people.

Someday, UNDERTALE will fade from people’s minds. But, I’m sure in 10 years, some kid who played UNDERTALE will create a game that surpasses it…

I look forward to playing that.

Tomorrow, on UNDERTALE’s anniversary, let’s have a fun time. I am thinking I will open the askbox, and…



“I’m so careful of the things I say and so conscientious of my fans and who is following me on Twitter that I know I can’t tweet about certain things, I know I can’t talk about certain things, I know I can’t say certain things. I feel like there are very few people whose personalities shine through Twitter. Mine couldn’t be further from who I am. Every now and then I squeeze some of my humor through, but it’s very held back and reserved because attention has always made me react that way. It’s just how I’m wired. It doesn’t mean I’m not grateful, it’s actually because I really care about not letting people down.”

In the few months I’ve known you, you’ve become my rock. I can’t quite explain it but there’s just something about talking to you that puts my mind at ease. It’s like writing in my journal and having it talk back. I hate showing weakness. I hate letting people know something so small bothers me so much. I hate being vulnerable.

You let me be vulnerable. I can tell you every single thing that’s on my mind, even the things I don’t want to admit to myself. I give you my secrets and you give me unwavering support and humor and tough love.

In 21 years I’ve never met someone with such a beautiful soul and not a day goes by that I’m not grateful you’re a part of my life.

—  A letter to the ones who are always there
The Dangers of Being Transgender -- The Attack On Jacie Leopold
On Dec. 21st, 2014, the Back Porch Grill in Hot springs Arkansas was having their annual Christmas party.

For the employees It was cause for celebration, but for Jacie Leopold the night was about to become a fight for her life and eventually, justice.

Jacie had been working as a full-time chef there when she began her transition to female in mid-2014. She was open about it to her friends and family, but she was afraid to tell her coworkers.

“I was working with a group of people who worked hard and liked to relieve stress through humor,” Jacie told me. LBGT people were commonly the butt of their jokes.

The humor did not just remain in the kitchen.

Even the manager was in on it. Jacie told me,

The owner liked to brag about his interactions with LGBT people. Making fun of them behind their backs. If an openly gay person applied for a job, he would laugh and joke about them for days. Which gave me a constant fear of being discovered that I was transgender.

But she wasn’t able to hide it for long:

I had reached out to support groups and was beginning my transition. I was on HRT and dieting and exercising. My hair was getting longer and I was having laser hair removal on my face. Which always left it red and swollen for a few days after. I had an obvious enlargement in my chest area which I hid pretty well under my chef coat, so I hardly ever wore a t-shirt at work anymore. I started receiving comments about my appearance. I was pretty concerned that they were figuring it out, but I kept working and doing my job, so everything seemed ok.

Then something terrible happened.

On the night of the company Christmas party, Jacie was struck in the face by a coworker who will remain unnamed at this time. She was knocked unconscious.

Jacie told me,

I woke up on the floor lying on my back. There was a lot going on around me. A lot of shouting. People being moved back and told to get away from me. There was quite a bit of blood. I did not know what happened. I was in shock. I was embarrassed and scared. I remember all I wanted was to get out of there and get away as quick as possible. I went straight to my car as two of my coworkers kept everyone away from me. That’s where I remained. Terrified and in shock. With my doors locked.

The police did not immediately take a statement. Jacie was taken to CHI St. Vincent Hospital where the doctor told her that her eye socket and cheekbone had both been fractured. Her nose was broken in two places and her teeth were chipped. Her mouth had been cut, her head swelling from all sides.

The police came and took her statement as well as photographs of her injuries, but she was very confused about what had happened. What she did remember was the name of the person who initially attacked her. When she mentioned him, the police seemed to know about his record.

Jacie knew this person had not been the only attacker.

She was afraid to go back to work.

“I was scared,” she said.

In a sense I felt betrayed. These were still the people that I had seen every day for four years. I wished that it wasn’t real. That maybe if I didn’t talk about it, it would go away. I waited as long as I could and when the swelling was down enough that my face had its shape back. I put heavy tattoo concealer on my face and returned to pick up my pay check. I couldn’t possibly get away from there quick enough.

Her father arrived shortly in Arkansas and quickly followed up with the local police department but found that there had been no investigation. He obtained a copy of the police report and brought it to the attention of the county judge and sheriff. Believing they would help, he and Jacie waited but there was no reply.

He went back to the police again and found that there still had been nothing done.

Jacie and her father met with an attorney.

“He said he did not have enough evidence to support a hate crime,” said Jacie.

He told me the reality of the situation was that this is the south and any jury here would tell me the same thing they told any woman; that I should not have put myself into a situation where alcohol was being served. They would tell me that it is my fault.

He said because I am transgender, they are going to be scratching their heads going, ‘what is that?’ He said I would not get a fair trial, even if he could get it to trial. So I shut back down. The police didn’t want to help. The attorney didn’t want to help. And I was scared of going public about transitioning. So I shut down. I tried not to talk about it to anyone.

It was during this time of her life that she began to recess into her bedroom.

This is the South and any jury here would tell me the same thing they told any woman: that I should not have put myself into a situation where alcohol was being served. They would tell me that it is my fault.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Seven months after the incident, she received a cease and desist letter from The Back Porch Grill claiming she had fabricated the whole assault.

“I felt like they had broken a huge piece of me and crippled my reputation.” said Jacie.

“I had heard from the attorney,” she began.

Now I was being told I was facing being sued by them for telling people what they did to me. I was on the verge of shutting down. I hid for a few days. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I posted the letter to Facebook and I said, 'I will not stop speaking the truth.’

Jacie posted the letter on her Facebook and was contacted by the previous attorney who had refused to help her. He was gung ho until a couple of weeks went by and then the office stopped responding to her.

She has been afraid to tell her story to the media for fear of a backlash from local groups and authorities.

Matters would only get worse.

A year later on December 13th, 2015 Jacie was stuck by an uninsured motorist. Jacie had the right of way as the other driver ran a stop sign and stuck the side of Jacie’s car totaling it and leaving her without any means of transportation.

It was a car she still owed money on.

The officer was very curt with her and she remained in the car until the tow truck arrived.

When the ambulance got there, she went to speak to the paramedics and the officer drove away without giving her any proper paperwork on the accident.

The lady who hit her was given a ticket for no insurance and drove away.

Jacie had to go to the police department and fight her way up the ranks to the officer’s supervisor to get a proper citation ordered and a court date. She was also told that the officer would be reprimanded.

When Jacie showed up for the court date, they were not expecting her.

When I was standing in the court room and the judge told me there was not even a record of an accident and nothing he could do to help me, I felt really small in the community. Like there was just nothing that I can do to get help or justice. When the police department will not even do their job for you; you have a sense of fear that anybody can do anything to you and nobody will care.

Jacie and her father were not going to accept that, so they went to the police department again where they were met with by yet another officer who did not seem too happy to be speaking to them.

“The officer was agitated,” Jacie began.

All of his comments were brief and aggressive. He kept repeating that he did not have to explain it. That it is just the way they sometimes choose to do things. In my particular case, they had chosen not to issue a citation to the driver. He agreed that the police report showed she was at fault and that the citation could be issued still, but persisted that they did not have to do it. He told me if I wished to hire a lawyer, I could pay out of pocket to file a suit, but that they were not going to issue her a citation. For failure to stop at a stop sign. End of discussion.

Jacie is now without a car or a job. Her face may have healed but the bills still need to be paid and the emotional scars will forever exist.

She had nowhere to turn

So Jacie reached out to people on Facebook in the following post and it was shared over 6000 times at the time of this writing:

Hi my name is Jacie. I am a 33yr old transwoman living in Arkansas. I came out as transgender well over a year ago….

Posted by Jacie Leopold on Thursday, January 28, 2016

She also has a crowdfunding campaign to help pay for her various bills and get her back to where she can function again in society, hopefully.

You see, Jacie is very lucky. It’s hard to comprehend that after everything you’ve just read, but this is not a unique story. This is happening to transgender people all over the United States, not just the South. Instances like this, can often lead todeath.

To stop the violence we all have to stand up for people like Jacie and show the world that transgender people are just that – people.

every single day I receive 3 or 4 different messages that start out with “Hi, I’m cisgender and” that I don’t bother reading the rest of because either

1: it’s about me asking cis people to not reblog trans humor posts and they’re like “boo hoo thats cisphobia how dare you” and whatever, those people need to get off the internet and find something important to care about

or 2: it’s followed by “sorry for reblogging your posts in the past, I didnt know you didn’t want cis people reblogging” and ok, I appreciate the sentiment and that you are willing to stop immediately, but I dont personally want an apology from you. How about instead of sending me long messages I probably won’t read, why don’t you post that publicly on your blog and say “hey fellow cis people, dont reblog genderoftheday, trans humor isn’t for us”. That way instead of sending me a message to apologize for something I didn’t even know you did, you actually do something to help other people know not to do what you did. That would be a much better and more productive ally thing to do.

“Leti reports that “Anne of Cleves, when she saw Elizabeth, was charmed by her beauty, wit and …that she conceived the most tender affection for her. Anne claimed that to have had Elizabeth “for her daughter would have been greater happiness to her than being queen” (Strickland Life of Queen Elizabeth I 15). This sentiment should not be diluted by the fact that Anne was queen for only six months.” (x)

anne of cleves was such a sweetheart like omg

Happy 78th Birthday Nancy Wilson!! As I note in my book, Ms.Wilson, born in Chillicothe, Ohio, had a definite idea about her place on the food chain in music when she arrived in New York in the late 1950s and took comparisons to icons in stride. “Dinah Washington had a great deal of humor. If I were to describe myself, I’d say there’s a lot of Dinah - Dinah’s humor. I don’t sound that much like Dinah although people compared me to her. I think that the chit-chat, the general humor, is a lot of Dinah. The overall look would be Lena Horne. The sound is Jimmy Scott. So, it’s a combination of things and the bottom line: by osmosis. I became me from listening, absorbing things from everybody.” Photo (1968): National Archives, The Hague, Public Image Archive. Photo Collection General Dutch Fotopersbureau (ANEFO).

reputations are such b.s. what someone thinks of you shouldn’t matter. people often write up lists in their head of what a “good” or “normal” or “cool” person is. what crap! people like that will never find what they’re looking for. they are always changing their lists, making them accommodate to the people that others like. I’ve probably matched someone’s list 1000 times, but I’m constantly getting changed out. but one day, someone will change their list to accommodate me. to accommodate my strange sense of humor, to the way I laugh at my own stupid jokes, to the way I dress, to the way I am so comfortable in my own skin, to my personality. but for now, I wait. I don’t need someone else’s changing list. I need an original. I need someone like me, who doesn’t give a crap about other people’s lists, who
laughs at my stupid jokes, who likes the way I dress, who likes my sense of humor. who likes me, for me.

The Best Part of Being A Fannibal:

OK, so I’ve had a few people ask me about what the Hannibal fandom is like from the inside. And while my first thought was that it was seriously awesome that the fannibals are so notorious that people ask those sorts of questions, it got me thinking. So I’ve compiled a nice list about my favouite aspects of being a fannibal.

  • Fannibals are fucking funny - like, seriously, our show is actually really serious (most of the time - think of it this way, the cannibal puns are cannon) but the hannibal fandom has like the most chillaxed, cracky sense of humor, but at the same time, we’re joking about the most horrible, gory, subjects. Here are a few examples of the fannibal humor: x, x
  • Our relationship with in the flesh. Seriously. We love those guys. They are our amazing sibling fandom. We will help them at any cost, unless they go against us in which case they’re going down.
  • Our relationship with the creators. Seriously, most creators sort of cringe about the fandom, but the creators of the fannibals are just like. “come here my precious babies can you give me links to your fics?”
  • Hannibal in and of itself. Hannibal is an amazing show. Like my absolute favorite show. It’s super dark and kinda gory it’s got wicked action scenes and amazing character and plot development. To top it all of it is the most visually stunning tv show I have ever watched.
  • I think one of my favorite things about being a fannibal, is our rep. Like, we’re the hannibal fandom, we’re those creepy people in the corner who practically worship a cannibalistic serial killer and are constantly giving out dinner invitations. It’s lovely to watch non-fannibals freak out about something we’ve done. Like, while I definitely don’t think we’re the weirdest fandom, we’re pretty high up there and it’s brilliant.

Now you know why the fannibals are amazing, you should totally join us for dinner! We’re having lamb!

anonymous asked:

You and your blog is hilarious omfg! I wanna kiss your hands >w<

Idk what me/my blog being hilarious has anything to do with my hands BUT


some of my favorite things about voltron: legendary defender
  • It does a good job of staying true to the spirit of the original series, without being afraid to do its own thing.
  • A lot of the people who worked on this show also worked on Avatar: The Last Airbender, and it shows. The art style and humor both remind me of Avatar but, again, the show never feels like a copy.
  • It’s much better than the original in terms of female empowerment. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Allura in the original series (although I love her even more in the reboot), but it’s nice to have more than one female character who actually contributes to the story for a change. Going into detail would be stepping into major spoiler territory, but trust me when I say that the “girl power” element is definitely there.
  • Diversity in the main cast! Out of the five main human characters, only one of them is canonically Caucasian. (That would be Pidge, by the way.) Hunk and Lance are both drawn with obviously non-white skin tones, Shiro is drawn with Asian features and has a Japanese name, and Keith (who, I’ll admit, does look kind of white) also has a Japanese surname. Even Allura (who was pale and blonde in the original) has a new character design that reminds me of Storm from X-Men (dark skin, white hair). I really like this change, especially since the Voltron pilots are supposed to represent the entire human race.
  • This show also has one of the best depictions of PTSD (in terms of accuracy and of handling mental disorders respectfully) that I’ve seen in any animated show, ever. I feel like a lot of shows that are aimed at a younger audience are afraid to deal with the long-term emotional and psychological effects of the traumas their characters go through, but that is not the case here. There’s even realistic portrayals of flashbacks and panic attacks induced by a certain character’s PTSD episodes. I hope that in future seasons we’ll get to see more of that particular character’s recovery process.
  • The soundtrack. It’s beautiful. Kind of reminds me of Mass Effect?

In conclusion: This show is the best thing that has ever happened, and if you haven’t seen it yet you’re seriously missing out.

I used to talk a lot about you. You know, the little things that marked its footprints on my heart; the flaws which made you stand out and be like no other; how your shoulder was carved for my head to fit in perfectly; your sense of humor which got me since the first day; the way you say my name which always leave me breathless up to this day; how your hand was made big enough for mine to settle in it as its home; the way you express your love without the need to speak; how you held me tightly in the midst of thunderstorms and heavy rain; how you always try to win me back when things get rough. Now, when people would ask about us, I just hold my tongue and pretend that I did not hear it.
—  Another Used To Be, A
BTS Reaction to You (gf) Being 9 Years Younger

I did an EXO reaction for the same situation (here). I hope you guys like this reaction. Like I said in the EXO reaction, I think all the boys would not care much about age gap, as long as they were in love. Age is just a number, but it is IMPORTANT to remember that both people in the couple should be of legal age. <3

I do not own these gifs

-Amin Kat

Jin: “Jin, I really don’t need you to feed me.” You said as your boyfriend held up the spoon to your mouth. He was always like this. Since the moment he found out that you are 9 years younger than him. He was already like a mom to the whole group, but he was extra caring about you. “Just humor me and try this.” He said as he started to pout.

Originally posted by hobseok

Suga: He wouldn’t really care. He would treat you the same way he would treat anyone. He would watch as you play with the younger members, being as silly as they are (although they are older).  He would smile and after finishing some of his work, he decided to goof around with you guys; you bringing out the childish side of him.

Originally posted by sugagifs

J-Hope: He was playing with you, acting like a little puppy, as you worked on your essay for one of your university classes. If you pushed him away because you needed to focus, he would start to pout a little and act like he is really hurt. Then he would continue to goof around from afar, making you laugh but not being too distracting.

Originally posted by jiminb

Originally posted by hugtae

Rapmon: Super protective boyfriend! He would be so protective and watch over you like a hawk. “You shouldn’t do that. You could get hurt. Just come sit down next to me.” He said as he pulled you down to sit beside him. You had been jumping around with V and Jimin, but he thought you would definitely get hurt. He brought out a more mature side of you, but loved when you goofed around and would even join you some time.

Originally posted by rninjoon

Jimin: He was watching you study for one of your classes. He partly felt weird that you were so much younger than him, but he loved you deeply. You looked up at him and asked him if he could go out and grab you something to eat. You weren’t asking in any sort of special way, but he seemed to almost freak out. “Ah, you are so cute! How could I ever say no to you?” He whined as he got up to get you whatever you wanted.

Originally posted by b4ngt4nboys

V: You were walking with him around Lotte World and he couldn’t stop snuggling into your neck. “Ah, you are so cute! Look at that ride! Can we go on that? Can we buy food? Can you win me a prize?” Although you were much younger than him, he was constantly treating you like a noona. You didn’t mind though. You loved taking care of him, but every now and then, he would take the role of the ‘older protective boyfriend.’

Originally posted by taevisual

Jungkook: “I am older and I will take care of you and you will not have to worry and I you can call me oppa and you-” You had to stop him from talking. He had just found out that you were nine years younger than him and he was freaking out. You were so much more mature than V and Jimin that he couldn’t help but think that you were older. Once you told him the year you were born, he started to insist that you let him take the lead in any and everything so he could be your manly boyfriend.

Originally posted by kpopalldayy

Don’t forget that my ask box is ALWAYS open! Feel free to send in requests for reactions, scenarios, ships, and one-shots.

Every time a convention comes along, I never have enough money to go and see my favorite youtuber (@lordminion), and if there was ever a time to wish I had enough money to go, it would be now. I just wish I could give Wade a big hug and thank him for everything he does. Through the “Shut up, Wade” jokes that have gotten far too out of hand, to people disrespecting him in an attempt to mimic the humor of those who know Wade on enough of a personal level to have banter with him, he has still stuck around through and through for the ones he knows he cares about and makes happy. These past few months have been rough. Very rough. Rough to the point of several relapses. But Wade has made it all better. His videos give me a place that I can go to laugh and smile and feel like I belong. He introduces me to games that I can find a sense of home in to escape my own personal troubles. Without Wade, I would not be anywhere near the level of safe and happy that I am now, and it hurts that I can never save up enough money to go to a convention and personally thank him for everything he has done for the people like me, sitting in their rooms at 3 am, trying to feel some type of escapism for even a couple minutes. 

Wade, if you read this, I swear I’ll make it to a convention one day and hug you and thank you for saving me numerous times while I’ve been trying to figure out how to adult in the adult world. All I can offer right now as a thank you is mass amounts of internet hugs. 

Take them all. Please. Just take all of them. All of the internet hugs are yours.

stress doodled because I have feELINGS

  • Me:I get people all the time messaging me about how valor sucks and mystic is better and they play around. I love that. I love messing around and having the "playful competition" fight, I don't mind if you're making jokes with me.
  • People with no sense of humor:*triggered at me*
  • Me:wow ok, Im glad you like your team but valor is better lmao
  • Triggered people:*blocks, reports and tells me Im awful
  • Me:"this is a joke not a dick, don't take it so hard"
  • I deal with this shit a lot, it's funny tho. But if you have a dumb ass complaint, don't message me. Don't waste my time or yours thanks.