i ask myself this very often

“Very often this year, when people asked me what I was working on, and I answered, ‘A book about Jewish lesbians,’ my answer was met with startled laughter and unmasked surprise bordering on disbelief, 'Are there many?’ — as if the juxtaposition Jewish/lesbian were just too much. To me, these responses had the force of warnings. I got the message. Or rather, it got to me. While I fought against silencing myself completely, I did begin to hesitate before answering, to assess the safety of the terrain. I began to understand the limits that the dominant culture places on 'otherness.’ You could be a Jew and people would recognize that as a religious or ethnic affiliation or you could be a lesbian and some people would recognize that as an 'alternative lifestyle’ or 'sexual preference,’ but if you tried to claim both identities — publicly and politically — you were exceeding the limits of what was permitted to the marginal. You were in danger of being perceived as ridiculous — and threatening …

"Combatting invisibility. At first it seemed an easy task. I would talk to Jewish groups about homophobia. I would talk to lesbian groups about anti-Semitism. I would talk to both groups about the need to affirm and accept difference. I would remind each group that invisibility has a trivializing, disempowering and ultimately debilitating effect on its members. And both groups would remember and understand. But it hasn’t been that simple, for each group has absorbed some of the myths and distortions about the other without any apparent consciousness of irony …

"I was pained but not surprised to feel invisible as a lesbian among Jews. I was terribly disappointed and confused to feel invisible as a Jew among lesbians. While lesbian-feminists have increasingly begun to acknowledge diversity, anti-Semitism is still not taken seriously in the lesbian-feminist movement. Anti-Semitism has not been included by name in the important litany of 'isms’ against which the movement has pledged itself to struggle: sexism, heterosexism, racism, classism, ageism, able-bodyism …

"I have been distressed to find that many gentile lesbian-feminists with otherwise highly sensitive political awareness, are reluctant to give attention to anti-Semitism, to understand how it operates, and to consider seriously their participation in it. For it seems unlikely that any individual can altogether avoid internalizing the prejudices of the dominant culture …

"It seems incredibly ironic that the strong presence of Jewish lesbians (many with radical activist backgrounds) in the lesbian-feminist movement goes essentially unrecorded and unnoticed in any positive way by Jews and gentiles alike. Few lesbians have recorded the Jewish lesbian presence to any extent, and they are all Jewish writers: Nancy Toder, Elana Dykewomon (Nachman), Melanie Kaye, Irena Klepfisz, Alice Bloch, Ruth Geller, Harriet Malinowitz, Martha Shelley. The near invisibility of Jewish energy in the lesbian-feminist movement may itself be a result of anti-Semitism, real or feared: a response to the fear that if Jews were more visible as Jews, they would be accused of controlling the movement …

Again the nagging question. Should I make a fuss? … Then I remember. Whenever I 'made a fuss’ (i.e., raised the issue of lesbian invisibility) at a feminist session where the speakers failed to include lesbians in their presentations, I had the support of the lesbian community. It was understood that the discomfort was to be theirs, not ours. Speaking out now, as a Jew, would there be the same lesbian support?”

Evelyn Torton Beck, from the introduction to Nice Jewish Girls: A Lesbian Anthology (1982).

bookthrills  asked:

congrats on 500 followers!! can i have male ship please? i'm a self-proclaimed hufflepuff since my potermore result says i'm gryffindor lol. i'm also an introvert, quite shy at first but pretty loud if we're close, ready to listen if you want to talk, often makes fun of myself for the sake of making someone laugh, i love reading books, writing, and i'm a sucker for poetry. oh! and i have brown eyes, black hair, and 5'3 in height. thank you much in advance and have a very nice day! 💖

thank you!!

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

How you met: The train on the way to Hogwarts for your first year! You sat alone in your compartment, your nose in a book, and Remus nervously asked if he could join because the others were full. When he sat down and pulled a book out too, you asked him about it. The two of you immediately bonded over literature.

How you get together: After endless talks about lessons and your favourite books, the two of you became very close. It was undeniable that the two of you had feelings for one another. In the Great Hall one lunchtime, Remus was encouraged by Sirius and James to ask you out. He fastly approached, asked to speak to you alone and finally asked you the question that you had been dying to hear!

First kiss: After the summer of your fourth year, Remus invited you to a muggle musical of one of your favourite books. When you happily accepted, the two of you went to the theater and enjoyed the show. He was a gentleman and walked you home in the dusky light after the show had ended, and bid you farewell at your home with a delicate kiss on your lips.

First ‘I love you’: In fifth year, the two of you were having a working session in the library- you weren’t really working but much rather giggling and joking with one another. Remus had tearing eyes because of how hard he was laughing and muttered an ‘I love you’. Both of your eyes widened in surprise, before you assured him that  you loved him too and that he  didn’t need to worry. Remus pressed a kiss to your temple and then the two of you began to work.

First argument & make up: You argued over him not allowing you to the Shrieking Shack. Remus argued that you weren’t safe there, but would not tell you why. You wanted to go with him, your boyfriend and also your truest friend, a week at a time was far too long to go. One night, you followed him down there and lurked in the shadows. When you watched the boy transform into a werewolf, your eyes widened and you ran back to the castle and to your common room.

It took a while, but when you saw him next you wrapped your arms around his neck, apologising profusely for the way you reacted and telling him that you understand. Remus’ hand rested on your waist as he asked you how you knew; a disapproving look spreading across his face as you told him the true reason. It took a lot of apologies for Remus to finally loosen up, but he soon did.

Graduating Hogwarts: Hogwarts results day; your sheet was filled with O for Outstanding. Remus’ too. The two of you had spent so long studying together and it finally paid off. Remus ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly as he span you around, a goofy grin tugging on his lips. He thanked you endlessly for helping him concentrate on studying, which made you laugh. The two of you shared a gentle, long kiss before running to your common rooms to gather your belongings before leaving Hogwarts for the last time.

Moving in together: Remus had originally wanted to move into a muggle community and live close to his parents, however you assured him that muggles weren’t fully accustomed to seeing a werewolf prowling the streets. The two of you brought a cottage home in the country, it was large and had a farm filled with animals that the pair of you looked after. The dining room had two doors which opened into a large library, filled with both of your favourite novels.

When it came to actually moving in, Remus was uncomfortable with you lifting lots of boxes from the house to the truck and from the truck to the house. He did a lot of the manual work which resulted in a lot of back massages from you on the sofa in your shared living room. Something about Remus being so protective and lovely made you realise how safe you would be in his company, and made you fall in love with him even more.

Respect Her "No"

As a 19 year old girl, I was shy and meek and very bad at standing up for myself. I worked at a Denny’s with a lot of creepy and rude customers, and one day a regular customer came in and he asked to borrow my pen. I was the only hostess on duty at the time, and the host stand only had one pen, which I very much needed almost constantly. We usually had more pens but servers would often lose theirs and come raid the host station for replacements. This particular pen was very excellent and I guarded the thing with my life… you all know the kind of pen I’m talking about, super ergonomic design and never runs out of ink and writes on any surface. This pen wasn’t going anywhere, not if I could help it.


Well anyway I told the customer, “oh I’m sorry, I’ve only got the one pen right now and I need it”. He said “don’t worry I’ll give it back when I’m done” and just took it. Well I sucked at standing up for myself and they drilled all that ‘customer is always right’ nonsense into our brains pretty well so I just resigned myself to having to track down another pen. (Not an easy task in that restaurant, there was some kind of black hole for pens there.)


Well another customer, a woman in her 40’s, saw the whole thing go down. After the guy had seated himself, the woman pulled a pen out of her purse, I thought she was just going to give it to me but she actually walked over to the guy, snagged my pen out of his hand, and smacked her pen down on the table and said very audibly “Respect her no.” And then she brought me my pen back. I was so touched by this simple gesture of coming to my defense that I paid for her lunch myself. The whole thing took less than 3 minutes but it honestly taught me so much, it taught me the importance of standing your ground, defending other women, and not letting men get away with ignoring your No. If a man can’t even respect a no on something as simple as borrowing a pen, how could he be trusted to respect you on even bigger issues? Anyway I just think about that incident a lot, the importance of standing your ground and not letting men feel entitled to take whatever they want. Bless that woman, I hope she is having a really excellent life.

Putting Lipstick On A Pig

by reddit user Pippinacious

Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.

I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.

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Nature,
wind
flight
a bird.
I often ask myself:
can I fly like a bird?
and here I am now…
nothing
in water
perhaps that was the very last thing I remember
I was…
trapped
I’ve failed
I don’t exist anymore
a little bird
most people…when they fail
they just give up and don’t challenge themselves
but I’m different
I will never ever give up
I am not afraid of anything
because you were there
I am ready to fly
—  GOT7 (Flight Log: Arrival)
10,000 - 11,100 Follower Prompt Batch Special
  • “I took your memories for a good reason, but I shouldn’t have.”
  • “Is it too late to come over?”
  • “Hey, let me in. It’s so cold out here.”
  • “I wasn’t sure if you could understand my language, what with you being ancient and all.”
  • “When I told you that you could come along, I meant silently.”
  • “I’m the opposite of flexible.”
  • “You’ve been talking for eight months and you still don’t know their name?”
  • “You wanted to stand out, so now you do. Is this not what you meant?”
  • “I can’t sleep at night anymore. I don’t like closing my eyes.”
  • “You stood there and let it happen. You get to face the consequences.”
  • “I can’t say this was one of my proudest moments.”
  • “I figured that I could mold myself into someone you could admire whilst you were gone.”
  • “You stop me from making bad ideas all the time. Of course I got a little dependent on that.”
  • “Take a look at what I have to do and now tell me it’s easy.”
  • “They were conducting experiments here. I was a part of that.”
  • “You can teleport! Surely you can get us out of this mess, right?”
  • “Even a master such as I can make mistakes.”
  • “I’ve been patiently waiting, but I can’t do that anymore.”
  • “Sometimes change only happens when we make it.”
  • “Whoever put you on my team is getting a stern talking to.”
  • “Even after all the evidence I collected, you don’t believe me?”
  • “You said it was rare, but that means it’s happened before, so there must be someone else who knows about it.”
  • “Rock, paper, scissors solves everything.”
  • “I was trying really hard to listen to you, but I’m so bored.”
  • “I won’t forget this.”
  • “After a lot of confusion, I think I’ve finally figured this out.”
  • “If being honest is all I have, then so be it.”
  • “Why am I here? Why, that’s easy! You asked for a miracle, remember?”
  • “We’re already fifteen minutes into the project. Why are you trying to stop me now?”
  • “I can practically taste the disaster.”
  • “I promise you that you don’t want to stay around here for long.”
  • “If you find a way out of this, take me with you.”
  • “None of this was my idea.”
  • “You were the stone and we were the birds.”
  • “It wasn’t hopeless. Look at what you’ve accomplished.”
  • “I never minded when you were around me. Why would that change?”
  • “Hate to break it to you, but you’re turning into an alien.”
  • “Don’t you dare let go of my hand. You hear me?”
  • “Duck your head and follow me.”
  • “Thing is, if I continue to think about it, I’ll only get more anxious.”
  • “I never wanted this for you. For any of you.”
  • “Do those marks look like they were made by an animal to you?”
  • “If I had said something else, would it have made a difference?”
  • “It’s garbage night. That means we lay here and feel like trash.”
  • “Maybe if I turn the music up louder, I’ll be able to ignore it all.”
  • “I wonder if it still qualifies as a problem if it doesn’t affect you personally? Hm?”
  • “Take a look around. This is our world now.”
  • “Were you expecting the aliens to be hostile?”
  • “Let’s break the rules and take over the world.”
  • “It’s time you knew where you actually came from.”
  • “Truth be told, you’re not the first one I would have chosen for this.”
  • “If it was easy, don’t you think I would have changed already?”
  • “I’ve been dead for so long, I’ve forgotten how to live.”
  • “Making you mad is so easy. I’ve been trying to see if I could set a new record.”
  • “Why do you always assume everything is my fault?”
  • “We have a special guest. Go clean up.”
  • “Together, we can find a way.”
  • “You can call it anything, but that was love right there.”
  • “I know you’re headed in the right direction.”
  • “If I hadn’t held you back, who knew what would have happened?”
  • “I like it when you sing to me. Why’d you stop?”
  • “Can you blame me for my excitement? This is huge!”
  • “I didn’t need you to come along. You messed everything up.”
  • “What’s the interrogation for?”
  • “Can you imagine how boring an endless slide would be after the thirty minute mark?”
  • “We can make this work.”
  • “It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.”
  • “You could have talked to me if you needed it.”
  • “Why would I turn you? You don’t want this life. I promise you that.”
  • “I can see the end. Hurry!”
  • “Getting lost in a maze with you was a nightmare that I can only hope to never experience again.”
  • “I don’t know if I should trust you to get us there safely.”
  • “Did you finally have enough of me?”
  • “Believe it or not, I’m actually tired of people comparing me with them.”
  • “I’m tired of you doubting me. At this point, what do I have to do to prove myself?”
  • “I don’t say it often, but I do love you. Very much so.”
  • “I like the friendship we have, but I want something more.”
  • “Well, the vision I had was pure chaos. Let’s prevent that, shall we?”
  • “I’m proud of you. That you moved on.”
  • “Contrary to popular belief, I am actually a mind reader.”
  • “I didn’t know how to ask.”
  • “I don’t want to bring you down, but sometimes I need your support.”
  • “I’m sick and tired of living here. It’s so bland and boring.”
  • “I don’t want to be alone for the vacation, so come with me. Drop everything and pack up.”
  • “I’m way too nice to do that, sorry.”
  • “You can’t pick and choose which parts of me you can fix.”
  • “There’s no reason to be so cold.”
  • “Wishful thinking is a blessing in disguise.”
  • “Look! You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”
  • “We got this far and it’d be a shame to turn back now.”
  • “I can’t just leave it here. It was all cold and alone. Come on, please?”
  • “You look over there and I’ll look over here.”
  • “I’ll do all the chores for two months if you do my paper for me.”
  • “I thought you liked my stories?”
  • “Can you remember how nervous you were? Now look at you!”
  • “I am glorious, admit it. Maybe it’ll rub off on you.”
  • “I wasn’t afraid. I was just… Concerned.”
  • “Your heart was in the right place. It’s the thought that counts.”
  • “I was ten minutes late. There’s no way they didn’t notice.”
  • “I’m both a lover and a fighter. I’ll take you down and then give you a kiss.”

Studying With Autism

Being in a classroom situation with any sort of mental illness is difficult, but from personal experience i know how hard it is to be in school and autistic. 

How to Deal With Autism in the Classroom
- It is very easy to become over stimulated. If this happens for whatever reason, try your hardest to calm yourself down before it becomes too bad. Try and block out the noise, close your eyes and breathe, if it’s still bad ask the teacher if you can leave for a minute, or ask to go to the bathroom.

- When in school I found it very hard to deal with other people. By this I mean I found it hard to concentrate and deal with my emotions while people were talking about/focusing on things other than the work. I would often get annoyed and worked up about it, I’d either work myself into a panic attack or get annoyed at other people. 

  • First try asking the people around you to quiet down a little, this doesn’t always work because, you know, they’re teenagers
  • Then, once again, try blocking out the noise, close your eyes and breathe
  • Try and fully focus on the work

- Make the most of lunch and breaks. Make sure you’re hydrated and have eaten. If you need to sit quietly, do that. If you need to get some energy out, do that. Do what ever you need to do so you can focus in your lessons.

- When I was in school I found working in groups extremely stressful. I was often the only one in the group who actually cared about doing the work and it all fell on me. Sometimes I didn’t mind doing all the work, it meant I was in control and knew exactly what was happening. But sometimes, it was hard.

  • Try asking the teacher if you can switch to another group, ones you know are more serious about the work
  • If this doesn’t work try and work out an agreement with the rest of the group, ie. you write, they present.

- Talk to your teachers. Understanding things can be especially difficult when dealing with autism. If you’re confused don’t be afraid to ask for confirmation or help. 

Studying With Autism
- TAKE BREAKS!! 

  • I take a little break every 20 minutes, these breaks are usually only a few minutes long, definitely less than 10
  • I also take breaks every hour or so, these are around 20 minutes long
  • In these breaks I like to stim, or just do things that calm myself down

- Have something familiar in the background, this will help stimulate you but hopefully not too much. I like to watch a very familiar tv show on the background, but obviously music does the same thing. Avoid listening/watching to anything new, this will probably distract you and take your attention away from your work

- It’s okay to not study. If your attention is wavering it’s okay to stop. 

- I like to use different colours to keep myself focused. I write the titles in different colours to the rest of my work, and highlight if I’m loosing concentration

- Find the method that works best for you. Whether that be flashcards, note taking, practise tests. Learn what works best for you and do that. 

- Learn what the format of the test will be and practise that. If you know what will happen in the situation you’re less likely to get stressed about it

- It’s always important to sort out what needs to be done but being organised definitely helps me deal with my autism. 

  • Write down everything that you need to do and when it needs to be done
  • Do what needs to be done first, obviously 
  • If one day is particularly heavy with subjects you don’t enjoy/find hard switch some stuff around. Try and have one task that you know you will enjoy/will find easy every day. This should help you feel in control

me, on my deathbed: son, lean closer

my son: *leans closer*

me, whispering in his ear: nature. wind. flight. a bird. i often asked myself,, can i fly like a bird? and here i am now… nothing. in water perhaps was the very last thing i remember. i was… trapped. ive failed… i dont exist anymore… a little bird. most people… when they fail, they just give up and dont challenge themselves but im different. i will never give up. i am not afraid of anything, because u were there i am ready 2 fly 

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Nature, wind, flight. A bird. I often asked myself, can I fly like a bird? And here I am now… nothing. In water… perhaps that was the very last thing I remember. I was… trapped. I’ve failed… I don’t exist anymore. A little bird. Most people when they fail they just give up and don’t challenge themselves but I’m different. I’ll never ever give up. I am not afraid of anything because you were there. I’m ready to fly. - Flight Log: Arrival Trailer

I promised myself I’d keep drawing and practicing, so here’s a quick sketch of Link receiving a letter from home.

BONUS:

“Link,

Hello, sweetheart. How are you? I hope you are well. The kids ask about you often. We all miss you very much. Please stay safe and give Epona my love.

Yours always,
Malon

PS: Hi, Papa! I miss you!
Me, too! Come home soon!
I drew this picture for you.

xoxo,
Kara, Ayelle, & Linden”

Big Bang reactions to you being his idol gf who every idol wants to date

[GIFs not mine]

T.O.P
He was one of the idols who fell in love with you the moment he met you, he was lucky because you liked him too. You were sweet and had nice manners, you sang well and you were friendly to everyone. You had all the features of the perfect type of girlfriend. He knew you were popular with other idols and he made your relationship public to let all of them now you were just his. He didn’t like if you spent too much time with another guy, but he tried to give you enough personal space so you won’t think of him as a creepy person.
“Don’t go out with other guys unless it’s for business, okay? I want you for myself.”

Originally posted by endlesstabi


G-Dragon
He sometimes hated the fact that your relationship wasn’t public, so he got little jealous when he saw another idol flirting with you. You were often on variety shows and most of the MCs were men, who were idols or entertainers, so they were all very friendly and sometimes even too friendly. He knew he can’t just open up about his girlfriend to the public because he was jealous. When he was with you and you were on your phone he would always ask you who were you talking to and he would be very interested if you talked to another man.
“Who are you talking with? Oh, Bobby… Wait, you are talking to him? Why?”

Originally posted by ceokwons


Taeyang
If you ever talked to another idol he would make sure he was there and heard everything you talked about and even held your hand to let him know you are his girlfriend. He was really jealous if you went out with male idols and he called you every 2 hours, he knew you would never cheat on him with other idols, he was just concerned they might have some weird intentions. He tried not to be very jealous, but sometimes he just couldn’t help himself and made it too clear that you were his gf. You liked it when he showed how overprotective can he be because you saw how much he cares about you.
“Look. I don’t mean to be rude or something, but you should really stop flirting with my girlfriend.*stares at him with his kind face*”

Originally posted by daesungstrash


Daesung
He didn’t know you were that popular in male idol’s company, so he was surprised when they just circled around of her and started offering you drinks. He went to you and dragged you away from there to girl’s company, where no male idols could get to you. He didn’t try to stop you from talking to other idols, he just preferred if you talked to female idols more. If you went on variety shows and there were other male idols there he wanted to know everything about what you did and what questions did they ask and if they wanted your phone number.
“Jagiya, let’s go say hello to them, *points to a group of girls* okay?”

Originally posted by daengerous-af


Seungri
He knew you were basically called the prettiest girl in South Korea and he knew what came with that title. He was very happy when you said you’d like to date him and because of that he never doubted you. He knew you would never go out with other idols on a date. He hated seeing you performing with other male idols tho. He wanted to be the only one you collaborated with. Since you were popular with other male idols he posted a lot of pictures of you both enjoying, to make them jealous.
“No, you can’t do a collaboration with WINNER. You can have me.*aegyo to the max*”

Originally posted by seungrisbrain

Spiritworker's Protective Amulet (Example!)

See the post on how to do this for yourself [here].

I select a hag stone (or holey stone) from my collection. I purify it with herbal incense and receive visions of the rock and the sleeping spirit within being gently scrubbed and cleaned by diligent plant spirits.

I cast a protective circle around myself and get settled in.

I send the spirit call to the being, who awakens gradually and appears to be a mighty earth-water elemental. He is made of stones gathered together in thin air, with beachy plants growing from him and water trickling down from his forehead. We observe each other for some time.

Finally I ask how he is. He nods to me, perhaps still a bit groggy. I cannot imagine stones wake up quickly. I say I am interested in having him protect me, as a guardian. This spirit waves me away; he is not interested. He wants to go back to sleep. I put him back in his resting place with the other hag stones.

I find a piece of hematite and try again. As I cleanse it in more incense, I have a vision of a dark black and red gargoyle waking up, irritated. I say I will speak to him in a moment if he is willing. He seems grumpy; he did not mind the astral “clutter” that I am cleansing away.

Once ready in my circle I begin again. I say, “Good Sir, I am seeking a guardian and protector. Are you who I seek?” He straightens up and wishes to know more of the terms and conditions. I say I seek protection from spirits who wish me harm or have ill intent towards me. He thinks, nods, and stretches his wings. “This I can do,” he says. I say I wish protection against spells and malicious energies that could harm me. I see a vision of how he can stretch around me with a solid hematite shield, easily protecting me from these things. With his iron content he will be especially good at protecting me from witches. I do not seek protection from humans at this time so I do not bring it up.

I ask if he will be always watchful. “I will be ready and alert, but you may always warn me if more danger is quickly to come our way,” he says. This suits me very well. I ask how often he will require cleansing and cleaning. “The cleanse I do not like. Once every two or three weeks only, and no more.” I ask if he will like a different method of cleansing. “No. It is all horrible. Once every two or three weeks only.” I agree. I ask how often he would like food. “Daily is my desire.” I say I will never be able to keep up with feeding him daily. “If you encounter things which I must protect you against, I can eat them and sustain myself; but I would like to be really fully fed at least every time I am cleansed.” This seems more than reasonable to me.

I ask if there is a name I may know him by. He gives me one immediately, before the thought is even finished. I will call him here Dak. I walk with him through his castle until I get to a window, through which he can view “outside” the stone. I observe myself through this window. I ask Dak how he would like to be carried; he is a piece of raw hematite, with no drill hole for a necklace or braclet. I see a vision of him in a cloth bag, carried around my neck. However I get the sense that a nice wire wrap will certainly do the trick, but if I could carry him near my throat or heart, this would certainly be best.

Feeling that all the details are worked out, I now ask Dak if I can see some more examples of how he functions in the astral. He readily agrees. I ask to see how he may protect against a spirit attack. Dak shows me that he puts a solid shield around me, with wicked spikes on the outside. He then exits the stone in a gargoyle form and attacks the enemy spirit, until it is quickly chased away. Then the stone wall is brought down and Dak returns to his vessel. Since I have already seen how I may be protected against spells I have no further questions.

I shake Dak’s hand. As we shake I spontaneously hear, “I will protect you.” The deal is done. A sense of peace and comfort is washing down over me as I type this.

w4w guide to kissing girls

shucks howdy. so i guess if you’re reading this you’re either a) in immediate need of girl kissing advice because you are unprepared (the sign of the grasshopper) or b) preparing yourself for possible future girl kissing (the sign of the ant). well, in either case, this guide should help you figure out why, when, how to initiate kissing girls, and what to do when and if it goes down. 

why kiss a girl?

girls are cute. they are also tough. they are also frightening. these are good reasons to kiss anyone or anything, but they are especially true if you are attracted to girls. if you’re a girl yourself this means you’re not straight. if you’re straight don’t let the post hit you on the way out. kissing girls is a great way to let them know you like them (aka to “take things to the next level”). there are a lot of reasons to kiss girls. maybe you just want to be friends that kiss. maybe you want a big pile of girlfriends. maybe a wife. maybe as part of a blood ritual.  maybe to pass a microfilm carrying incriminating information about a counterrevolutionary between your mouths. maybe you just want to do some kissing today. there are a lot of good reasons and it’s all no big deal except for when it is totally a big deal. if you’re reading this you probably think it’s a huge deal. i am inclined to agree. kissing girls also just feels great.

when to kiss a girl

when she likes you. how do you know this, though? well, maybe she’s flirting with you. maybe she’s dancing with you. maybe she has spread her fell wings and enveloped you between them to whisper an important spell. even if she is doing all of these things there is also the possibility that she’s just being friendly. it’s up to you to figure out what these signs mean. one way to tell the time is right is when she looks at your eye or eyes and then at your mouth or mouths. that’s a pretty direct signal. the girl you want to kiss may not posses sight, however, so this isn’t always a sure way to know. mainly, you only want to be making the decision to kiss a girl when she’s wants to kiss you, too. there is only one way to be sure of this.

how to kiss a girl

ask her. ask, “would you like to kiss?” this is great because no one gets an unwanted kiss and you don’t invade her personal space. asking is super important with a first kiss and often following kisses. sometimes you both make a move at the same time or one will lead and the other will follow, however, these are not 100% and could very well go wrong. consent is paramount in kissing. i know when i’m buying artificial flowers at Walgreens and a drunk woman forces herself on me at the register i find myself very upset and confused. it sucks to have your space invaded. there are a lot of reasons for a girl not to want to kiss you. she could be in a monogamous relationship, straight, not into you at all, carrying a communicable disease, or holding bees in her mouth. all of these are valid, so you need to ask. 

what if she says no?

then it’s time to find someone else to kiss because this is not the end of the world and there are most assuredly girls out there who will be all about kissing you. i swear.

what if she says yes?

then lay it on her!!! i wouldn’t recommend tongue on the first go, but that last girl that kissed me made that move and it was pretty great so maybe you could try it if you’re feeling bold. if the girl you’re kissing stops you at any time then you need to let her. if she has decided she no longer wants to kiss or doesn’t like how you’re kissing or needs to breathe or wants to focus on your neck for a minute those are all valid reasons for her to stop. you need to communicate your needs and comfort levels. if you both enjoy it and get along there may very well be future kissing sessions. 

hope this was helpful. kissing is really nice and kissing girls is amazing. if you’re an adult don’t kiss minors or else you’re a fucking creep. keep it real. bless.

All the talk about Tumblr and their made up sexualities and how these people don’t exist in the real world, but like… What world?

I have been casual friends with a girl, I gave the stay kitten I found (Nox, who is a right asshole apparently, bless him ❤) and we talk and meet up every so often and the other day during conversation she told me she’s demisexual and her partner is on the ace spectrum.

Before Tumblr I would have had to ask what the hell that meant and I also would have assumed something was wrong with them. I know that because the first time someone told me they were ace my internal monologue was about “what happened to make them that way?”

Even though myself am not overly sexual the idea that having sexual urges is normal is very ingrained to me and I’m grateful to everyone who has educated me if only so that I didn’t make an ass of myself and make this girl feel bad or have to try and explain to me.

If Tumblr was an echo chamber I wouldn’t have learned so much of the shit I have, thanks awesome nerds ❤

FRIDAY WOWWY WOW WOW TIME!

(I’m retiring the phrase ‘Friday bomb drop’ until such time as bombs stop actually being dropped in the real world.)

DUH DUH DUUUUUUN!

Official news on Monday!!

 and if you’re about to anonymously ask me for details on this, just imagine that my answer would be: ask me on Monday. :-)

 also my inbox here and on other social media has just been filled with lovely comments about the final issue of guardians, the casting news on the Miles movie, and the rather dramatic turns in comic book Miles life.

 I love you all very much for allowing me all of this. I take it very seriously and think of you often while I am writing. It keeps me honest.  It keeps me inspired.

 for those of you taking the weekend off, have a great weekend. For those of you, like myself, who will enjoy their family yet spend a lot of time creating something that wasn’t there before… I’m rooting for you!!!

Originally posted by leonardsamson

Originally posted by effyeahultimatespiderman

Going Shopping: Stress Relief or Necessary Burden?

It is almost a rule nowadays to associate smiling happy women and frowning men while going shopping and buying clothes. The reverse might be true when we talk about buying computers or different technical equipment. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule, but, generally, we tend to associate more women spending too much time on choosing and buying things like nice clothes, accessories or jewelry, whereas men tend to do more substantial and planned purchases. But why do we, in general, spend so much time on shopping? Why do some people even become addicted to shopping?

We are living in a high-speed society, which puts a lot of pressure on us demanding to be good at different things: to have a nice job, to be a good parent, to have a lot of interests and hobbies, to speak several foreign languages, etc. As we fail something or cannot do everything at once, we might often feel stressed. This stress has to be relieved somehow or, otherwise, the tension will grow to the extent that we might even get sick. Retail therapy can be one of many ways to elevate the mood and get rid of stress.

I have tried retail therapy personally and I can say that it does work. Buying a silk scarf or silver earrings after a hard working week does make you feel much better. It is a kind of reward you give to yourself as if saying: “You did a good job. You deserve to have this silk scarf”. And it is not even the thing itself that brings so much joy, but rather the process of going shopping, choosing one scarf among many others, trying them all on. It really can take you more than two hours to buy some small and, usually, irrelevant thing. It can be compared to going to a café and drinking coffee with your friends for more than an hour. You can have the same coffee at home, but it’s not really the coffee that matters, but the atmosphere in the café, nice background music, talking to your friends. For the majority of men (with the exceptions, of course) it might be difficult to understand how one can spend hours buying a scarf. Maybe, that’s because men tend to be more practical, maybe because they are more interested in other things than buying clothes. Furthermore, I noticed that men often get irritated when they have to spend too much time shopping, and it might even be ‘dangerous’ to ask your boyfriend to go shopping with you and spend hours there. Asking myself why it is so, I suddenly came to realize that shopping can be both very entertaining and frustrating depending on your mood, interests and whether you buy things that you like or things that you really have to buy. Somehow, when you absolutely have to buy something, especially quickly, the fun of going shopping disappears and shopping turns into a kind of burden.

I remember spending several days looking for beige shoes that would go with the dress I was supposed to wear as a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding party. I was short of time and all the shoes I found were either way too expensive or uncomfortable or not my size. It wasn’t fun at all. The same situation happens when I have to buy some practical things I need for my house. Being not technically proficient, I also find it difficult to make a right choice. In such a case, retail therapy turns into a retail nightmare. To eliminate this kind of stress from my life, I found online shopping particularly useful, especially when I have to buy some home appliances as I can choose myself when to look at the goods, to read reviews, to contact customer support with additional questions. I still prefer buying clothes in shops, trying things on, touching the material, but I can eliminate some stress by doing online shopping when it comes to buying some other necessary things.

As in every situation, there are two sides of one coin, and since everybody’s experience is unique, it is important to choose for oneself how much time to spend on shopping, how and where to buy things. Going shopping does relieve stress, but only when you do it the way that is most suitable for you.

Source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/marianna-glynska/going-shopping-stress-rel_b_9875532.html

“What happens when a heart breaks?”

She startled me. But that was until I realised that I myself had asked that question countless times. Looking closely I noticed how her eyes brimmed with tears, I knew that feeling too well…

“Well, most of the time whenever a heart breaks it tries to break us too and very often it succeeds. We become more or less living corpses, not quite dead yet not alive either. And it pains me to say but the pain devours us… up to the point where even hope perishes”

“But what about those other times?” She questioned fervently with eyes wide open

“Fortunately sometimes we do survive, half heartedly, but we do. However we won’t be the same person anymore. If I haven’t learnt anything, I learnt but one thing. That a heartbreak changes you. Not only as a person, but as a human being. It’s like you’ll need to learn how to live life from scratch… because everything changes”

‘I guess that’s true, many things do change, but one thing stays the same and changes not" she added

“And that is?” I asked

“Love. For the love you have for a person alters not with time nor with heartbreak.The deeper the love, the stronger the heartbreak, and so heartbreak is only a piece of evidence that proves how much you truly love someone. It certainly won’t take away that love… most probably it will fuel it.”

—  MD // heartbreak
2

I’ve met Chloe at two cons, and the encounters were just as perfect and magical as you’d expect.


The first time (Wizard World Cleveland) I made Chloe a gift bag full of stuff, and when I gave it to her she immediately started rummaging through it, pulling out each piece with matched enthusiasm.

“Yessss I need hand sanitizer.”
“Silly string? OH MY GOSH.”
“And chocolate! AHHH”

Whether or not she was THAT excited about a bunch of junk I got from the dollar store, she was making sure I felt great about giving it to her. She even thought to ask if I wanted to take a picture of her! This was after she asked to take a picture of me in my Quake shirt I’d made. So I left with the thought that I had a picture of her on my phone that I took myself, and she even had a picture of me!

The second time was HVFF Chicago, just in the end of March.  Again Chloe asked to take a picture of me, but just my neck this time as she got a kick out of my daisies choker. When she saw my shirt she she said “hey your shirt has us on it. OH MY GOD WE’RE ALL SMILING”. We said how it doesn’t happen very often anymore on the show, and she just started showing us a bunch of pics from her phone to show how happy they could be! I said “well it just makes editing funny videos hard…”  Next thing you know, (with the help of Zoe aka SunnyVids) Chloe is WATCHING A VIDEO I MADE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I was  so shocked and excited. But the best part was the photo op.
We couldn’t decide on a pose so we thought we’d let Brett and Chloe decide, and Chloe took the reins by saying “Oh! I’ve always wanted everyone to just stand at different angles… awkwardly.” So she posed us, and we got the best picture I could ever imagine.

Best fan encounters I’ve ever had, and I really hope I get more opportunities to see her!

lazy day ➳ justin foley

Originally posted by muoresolochinonsognapiu

Request? Yes

           Summary: You and Justin spent the day in bed, being cute and shit.

pairing(s): justin foley x fem!reader

warning(s): just fluff

word count: 848

a/n: I LOVE ME SOME JUSTIN, EVEN IF HE’S KInd of an ass in the series 😂😂

☯☯

Blinking my eyes open, I was met by the bright sun, that was shining in through my window. Somehow I managed to roll out of bed, and pulled the curtains shut , instantly the room got darker. I sighed in content, before climbing back into bed, and was brought into the tattooed chest of my boyfriend.

Turning onto my left side, I was immediately face-to-face with my very handsome boyfriend, Justin Foley, who I’ve been with for almost two years now.

Justin has been staying with me for a couple months now. After showing up with bruises one night, my parents (who loved him) let him move in with us. My parents trust us enough to let us sleep in the same room, thankfully. Justin often had trouble sleeping without me in his arms, understanding coming from his past.

Moving my hand, I pushed some falling hair from his face. I smiled when I saw his lip twitch.

“What would I do without you?” I asked myself quietly, rubbing my thumb across Justins’ cheek.

“Probably be lost,” He opened an eye, lazily smirking as I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know what I’d do without you either, baby.”

“Probably be lost,” I mocked him, before squealing as he pushed me off the bed, “Justin!”

“Y/N,” He mocked me as I jumped to my feet, giving him an evil look, before smirking, “why are you looking at me like that?”

I launched myself on the bed, landing directly on top of Justin, who let out a tiny yelp. Laughing, I buried my head into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me.

“What time is it?” I mumbled, peeking my head up a bit.

“It’s almost noon,” Justin replied, as he peeked at the clock. I groaned in reply, and went back to burying my head in his neck.

“Can we just do nothing today?” I asked, although I’m not sure if he heard me.

“Of course we can,” He hummed in agreement, before switching our positions. Now I was on my back, with his head in my chest.

As we laid there in silence, I ran my fingers through his hair. Suddenly he sat up, and on his knees looking at me with the most serious expression.

“What?” I asked confused, sitting up and leaning on my elbows for support. Justin didn’t answer, instead jumping out of bed, and grabbing something from his pants from yesterday.

“Come here,” He all but dragged me to the edge of the bed, forcing my legs apart and kneeling in between them, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“What are you doing, Justin?” I asked, still really confused on what was happening.

“This isn’t an engagement ring,” He said, as he pulled a pretty silver beaded jeweled ring that had a small crown on it as well, “but it is a promise from me to you. That I will fight for you, for us, until I can make you mine for good.”

“Baby,” I whispered as the tears gathered in my eyes, “I love you.”

I pulled Justin up for a kiss, before he slipped the ring on my finger.

“Do you like it?” Justin asked nervously, as I admired it.

“Of course I do!” I exclaimed, smiling as he met out a relieved chuckle, “it’s so pretty, I love it.”

A small squeak escaped my lips, as Justin leaped on top of me, pressing his lips against mine.

As we laid there, Justin’s hands made their way to under my shirt. I felt him smirk as I shivered from his cold ass hands.

“Jerk,” I mumbled against his lips, as I wrapped my hands around his neck, smirking as he groaned when I tugged on the end of his hair.

“Who’s the jerk now?” He asked, pulling away to move us closer to the middle of the bed. I just smirked in reply, pulling Justin down, by the collar of his shirt.

Suddenly a groaned escaped my lips after a sudden pain below, and Justin pulled away, looking at me wide-eyed.

“Did I?” He questioned, as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, you just kneed my vagina,” I replied strained as my vagina throbbed from the sudden pain. Justins’ face expression immediately changed, and he fell to the other side of the bed, laughing.

“It’s not funny,” I whined, turning on my side to look at my still laughing boyfriend.

“Karma,” Justin replied teasingly.

“For what?”

“Being a jerk?” He said in an unsure tone. I just chuckled, and rolled my eyes, giving him a small kiss.

For the rest of the day, we just spent the time in bed, switching in between watching tv, playing video games and just cuddling/sleeping. We also took turns, taking trips to the kitchen for snacks.

“The Lyrics to my Music” - Chapter 1

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slight smut and angst in future chapters.

Summary: One day you lose your notebook, the most important item you own, it’s filled with exactly 68 lyrics that you wrote, all of them extremely personal to you. Later that same day you discover an iPod filled with different songs with no lyrics. By some strange coincidence that iPod belongs to the same person who discovered your notebook of lyrics. This would cause the two of you to meet and form a friendship. Or maybe even something more…

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

A/N: I’m sorry I took forever to write this, but I promise that you wouldn’t have to wait as long for chapter 2. I hope you enjoy and as always feedback would be very appreciated.


Originally posted by loveblushes

[Y/N] POV

 One meeting. It was only supposed to be one meeting. A few hours in which I could explain the meanings to my lyrics to this stranger as a sign of gratitude for finding my notebook. But before I knew it we were talking and texting every day, and slowly, but surely the stranger was becoming my best friend.

 It all started the weekend after I lost my notebook and he found it. We decided to meet in a café that was very close to the park and that it turns out we both visited quite often. That morning as I was driving to the café I kept asking myself whether it was really a good idea to meet this guy that I don’t know at all, just so we can talk about some lyrics that I wrote. The whole situation sounded so ridiculous, but already made a promise, and I had to go and pick up my notebook anyways, so I had no other choice.

 The café was almost completely empty when I arrived there except for a young couple, a family with a small child and a guy who looked about my age who was sitting by himself looking down at his phone.

 Is this him?, I thought. It must be him. He’s the only person sitting by himself.

 I sat down on the chair across from him.

 “Umm…Are you Yoongi?” I asked.

 He looked up from his phone and gave me a small, polite smile. “Yes, that’s me. You must be the owner of the journal.”

 “Yeah,” I said returning his smile. “My name is [Y/N] by the way.”

 “Nice to meet you, [Y/N]!” He said digging through his backpack and pulling out my notebook.

 He passed it to me. “Here’s your notebook. I didn’t know who it belonged to at first, so I wrote some notes in it with a pen…I’m sorry…”

 I took my notebook and looked at him, confused. “What “notes”?”

 “Remember when I told you that I wanted to ask you a few questions about your lyrics? Well…I tried to analyze them by myself and understand what they are about, but I needed to write all my thoughts down…”

 Yoongi took the notebook and put it between the two of us, opening it to one of my poems.

 “See?” he pointed to a few notes that he had taken, written in a quick, careless handwriting, “I tried to write as small as I could so I don’t cover any of your writing…”

 I looked down and tried to read the notes. There were so many of them. Some of them were just small words written at the corners of pages. Others seemed to be whole paragraphs analyzing certain lines. He had also circled and highlighted a bunch of stuff, making the page look like a colorful explosion of words.

 I looked up at Yoongi who was waiting for my reaction, quietly.

 “I-I…” I didn’t know what to say. I was supposed to be angry at this guy that I don’t know for writing all over my lyrics. But looking at the notes I could see how carefully he wrote them, as if my poems, my words themselves, were breakable. And this made me feel most of all…curiosity. Why was he so interested in my work? Why was he so impressed by it that he wanted to meet me in person just so we can talk about it? It didn’t make sense to me. But at that exact moment, for some reason I thought of the iPod. The small device that I found at work a few days ago, and the thing that intrigued me so much. Ever since I found it, I’ve been listening to the songs in it every day, because for some reason they made me feel…comfortable and safe. It was a strange feeling of comfort that I haven’t felt in awhile, and I loved it.

 So I thought I about the iPod for a moment. If I knew who the owner of the iPod was, would I do the same thing, Yoongi did? Would I want to meet the owner as much as he wanted to meet me? Yes. Yes, I would.

 The boy across from me started talking again pulling me out of my thoughts.

 “I understand if you’re mad…Or just weirded out by me…” he said.

 I shook my head. “No…no I’m not. I’m just surprised that you’re so interested in my lyrics because to me they are like my journal and nothing more.”

 “Well…the thing is, that I’m a songwriter too. I’ve written a lot of songs, but these days I’ve been struggling a lot with coming up with lyrics. There are just certain things that I can’t express with words, so I write music for them instead. But after finding your journal and reading some of your lyrics I was extremely inspired by them.”

I smiled. “You were inspired by my lyrics?”

 “Yes!” He replied, “I’m completely serious!”

 I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “So what do you want to know about them? I’ll tell you whatever you want about my songs on one condition.”

 He nodded quickly, “What is it?”

 “Most of those songs have a very personal and deep meaning to me, which means that when I tell you what they are about you would know a lot of things about me. So to make it less awkward, I want you to tell me one thing about yourself after every song we talk about.” I paused. “Also, if it’s not too much to ask can you give me some tips on writing music, because I’m not very good at it…”

 I was surprised by my own request. Usually, I wouldn’t ask anyone for help, especially with my songs. But I wanted to learn, I really did. And at that moment it seemed like the universe gave me the perfect opportunity and the perfect person for me to learn.

 He grinned happily - an expression that seemed extremely out of place on his previously calm and seemingly tired face.

 “Okay! I’ll do it!” he said and I smiled back at him.

 “Okay then, shall we start?”

 He nodded and opened the notebook to the very first page. My very first song, which was more of a poem than an actual song. It wasn’t structured properly. It was weird and kind of all over the place. But it meant a lot to me, just like all the rest of my songs.

 “I wrote this a few years ago,” I started, “It’s pretty bad, but it means a lot to me. The poem started out as a school assignment and…” I kept going, telling him the story about how my first poem became a thing. And he listened, occasionally pointing out a line that he liked or a metaphor that he didn’t understand.

 I guess that was one of the reasons we became friends - because he listened. He listened to all my stories and complaints, and all the extra things that I knew he didn’t really care about, but he still listened, and that meant a lot to me.

 After 3 hours of me talking and him listening, I told him everything about my first three songs. And he told me some things about himself too, he told me about his family and his friends about what he liked to do and what he didn’t.

 As we were talking I felt a closeness to Yoongi that I found extremely strange. I found it strange because I just met him. And I found it strange because I usually don’t feel that close to people unless I’ve known them for a very long time.

 After we were done talking I said goodbye to Yoongi and turned around to leave but he stopped me.

 “Umm…[Y/N]? Can we meet again, soon?”

 I smiled at him and nodded.

 And we did meet again. We met almost every day for the next month. Whether it was at the café, at the park or at the Italian restaurant that worked at. Sometimes we talked about my songs or his songs (that I haven’t heard yet), but others we just talked about our lives, TV shows that we like or just….anything.

And that’s how we got where we are today, the guy who used to be a complete stranger became my best friend. We were sitting on my living room couch, my notebook laying open in between is as we read and re-read old songs jotting down notes next to about how I can improve them, while at the same time having a conversation about completely random things.

 “So how come I’ve never been to your house before?” I asked.

 He shook his head, “You don’t want to go there, trust me. I live with six other boys and all of them are extremely loud and obnoxious.”

 I stopped and looked at him. “But they’re your friends. I want to meet them!”

 He sighed, “Someday….”

 I rolled my eyes at him and looked at the clock. It was 7:30 PM.

 “Oh, shit! I’m gonna be late!” I jumped off the couch.

 Yoongi looked at me, confused. “Late to what?”

 “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m going on a date tonight.” I answered.

 “What? But you’re not dating anyone?”

 I rolled my eyes at him again before answering, “That’s why I’m GOING on a date.”

 “But…Do you have to?”

“Yes! I have to, unless I want to stay lonely for the rest of my life!”

 He sighed, “Can I at least take the notebook with me? I’m working on a new song and I need some inspiration.”

 I thought for a second, “Umm…Okay, take it. But don’t work on any of my songs while I’m not there.”

 I walked into my bedroom and started getting ready.

 I didn’t really want to go on that date. I would much more rather just stay at home with my friend and work on my music. But almost everyone my age was already in a relationship or was even thinking about getting married. And then there’s me. I just feel pressured by everyone. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m getting older and I have to form a family and blah, blah, blah…

 I heard Yoongi get up and go to the door.

 “Bye!” he said.

 “See you tomorrow!” I answered before hearing him close the door behind him.

Suga’s POV

When I first met [Y/N] about a month ago I was fascinated. Just purely fascinated. And not by her looks, but by the way she talked. I felt as if I can listen to her talk for hours. She doesn’t know it, but every time I’m stressed, sad or in creator’s block just hearing her voice makes me feel a lot better.

 And the more I got to know her, the more my fascination of her grew. Soon, I was fascinated not just by the way she talked, but by literally everything about her. The ways she thinks, the way she walks, the way she smiles crookedly, the way she covers her mouth when she laughs so she’s not too loud - everything.

 At first, I thought my fascination was normal because we’re best friends and most best friends are also fascinated by each other. Right? I kept telling myself that until one night I found myself laying awake in my bed, scribbling down lyrics. Lyrics that were about her. Songs, melodies, and music that were about her.

 I didn’t even realize I was writing them about her at first. They were just popping up in my head. But the more I thought about them, the more I thought of her.

 And I know that what I’m feeling is extremely stupid and selfish! Because we’re best friends, but she doesn’t like me like that. I know it’s so stupid, but my heart still flutters every time she accidentally touches my hand. And I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want her to go on dates. I want her to stay with me.

 I got home and sat down on my desk. I took all the songs that I have written about her and put them away. And that night I promised myself one thing. I promised myself that I’m not going to be selfish and ruin our friendship. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I’ll just keep my feelings hidden and they would eventually disappear. Right? Right?…