i’m just saying that i love him more than i should and it makes me queasy but it makes me happy like one of those carnival rides you tried when you were seven and whenever you think about you get this weird sad punch of nostalgia about spinning lights and a warm night where everything actually felt good. i’m just saying that a lot of people have said they love me and i’ve said the same but it wasn’t until he drove three hours out of his way just to bring me chicken noodle soup that i realized love is less about the words and more about the actions of three a.m. when you’re both drunk and honest. what i’m saying is that love looks different from the inside. like i had no idea how to read and he showed up with an entire story.
i am so, so sick of seeing “support bi girls uwu” and “bi girls are cute and valid” plastered everywhere with ZERO (0) support for bi boys
so bi boys, if you spent your whole life thinking you were 100% straight but now want to explore being with other dudes, go for it.
if you thought you were gay and worry about being rejected by the LGBT community for trying out het relationships, there are a whole bunch of bi people like myself who will rally behind you.
if you’ve been taught by family members, conservative friends, or the media that kissing another guy, or having sex with another guy, or proposing to another guy is gross/wrong/sinful, fuck ‘em. there is nothing gross or wrong about men loving other men, period.
bi boys, whether you’ve known you’re bi all your life or are just now figuring it out – you are loved.
i love characters who are open and vocal about their anger– whether it is directed at a toxic system, person, or at an event or circumstance unique to them
i love angry characters because i am sick of anger being seen as something that is uncouth and something that should be restrained, kept quiet, never acted upon
i love angry characters because i am angry, and anger isn’t always rational, but it is real and deserves to be acknowledged –people and characters should have the right to be loud and angry and for it to not constantly be shown in a negative light
— We’ll get through this thegither, and he walks into the stair, compelling Renton to follow. — Ah know that, mate, Renton says, almost distracted under the luminosity of the stars, till the heavy door, closing behind them on the spring, extinguishes their light.
bc some idiots out there think it’s ok to misread a chinese name and apply american laws to a chinese person while writing birthday fics or whatever
1. “guang hong” is the first name (yes the whole fucking thing, we don’t do middle names in china, dear american people who always seem to be confused), “ji” is the last name
side note: we don’t call people by their surnames in china as much as americans do
2. yes, guang hong will be turning 18 the coming jan 7 and wow big surprise 18 is also the age of majority in china, so despite it being the same as the age of majority in the states please do some research instead of blatantly applying american laws to a chinese person, it’s not really that hard to google
“I’ve been asked this question before, and I answered it in San Francisco.” “I didn’t see it.” “I’m glad you didn’t - because I was cyber-bullied for like three days by people that thought I endorsed rape.”
EXO Reacts To Their Children Running On Stage To Their Mom
A/n: You’re performing and they’re supposed to be watching with the kids from the crowd.
You were looking for your daughter’s eyes as you sung a very slow and emotional song. Your eyes teared up and a tear fell down your cheek.
All of a sudden you see your daughter running away from your husband, Kai, and him chasing her.
She ran up on stage and clung to your leg.
“She’s so damn fast. Your daughter is cheetah and I am sick of it… Love you.” He said breathlessly from the bottom of the stage before blowing you two a kiss and walking away defeated and tired.
Your comeback song was one for the history books. It was catchy and a nice dancing song. Holding the mic and following along to the dance moves, you laughed as you saw your daughter running towards the stage.
She ran up and started dancing in front of you and the crowd.
“Aishh.. why are they both so cute?! I can’t take it!!”
Your son ran up on the stage during the part of your song where you danced with another guy.
“AH! NO! UMMA! APPA NO!” Your son pointed to the man behind you and screamed again, “APPA NO!”
“ THAT’S MY BOY! I’m only laughing now because I know that once we get home I’m going to be in sooo much trouble.”
You had won an award and were going up to to accept it, passing your sleeping daughter to your husband.
Once you had gotten up there you started to thank everyone until you heard an ear piercing cry from the front row. You watched as your daughter ran with her little legs, poofy dress flapping against her knees, up to you.
The crowd awe’d and clapped.
“I’m glad you all find this cute.. God, I’m screwed when we get home.” He thought to himself.
You were dancing to your group’s new song on stage when you noticed your husband running after your son. Your son was too quick and made it up on stage to you before Chen could catch him.
Chen stood there with a blank look on his face.
Your daughter had way too much energy today and neither you or Lay had any idea why. So when you had to perform her favorite song off your comeback album you had specifically told him to make sure she didn’t run on stage.
She ran on stage.
Lay was breathing heavy with his hands on his waist.
“How the hell did she get so fast?! What have I raised, an animal?!”
You were accepting an award when your son attached himself to your thigh. Looking down at him you smiled and went to pick him up, but you stopped when you saw your husband stumble up the stairs to the stage.
The man who presented the award to you asked Chanyeol to speak since he was so eager to come up here.
“Ah yes.. I love my jagiya and I am so extremely proud of her!” He said smiling, hiding the fact that he knows he’s gonna get lectured from you.
Your son apparently didn’t like what you were wearing as you were performing on stage. Running up to the stage your son took off his little tuxedo blazer and held up in front of you, pouting. “Appa say umma clothes no no!”
Suho looked at you from the beginning of the stage and smiled widely.
“Please don’t kill me jagiya.”
You were singing a duet with a male partner and you two got closer to each other during the performance. That was until your son ran in between the middle of you two, pushing the man away from you.
You looked at Sehun who was at the bottom the stage, winking at your son.