i do this in public

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Next time I see little miss Alyssa Delilah she will be ONE. (Unless I go watch her sleep. Again.)

A year ago, I was sitting in this same bath tub, with these same oils, with the same birthday candle lit. Except instead of being hugely pregnant, I now have a beautiful almost-one-year-old daughter sound asleep in the nursery.

I remember this day last year like it was yesterday. I remember going to Target to buy pineapple, power walking, trying to coax baby out. I went to the restroom (and I do not use public restrooms) and I realized, in Target, that I had lost my mucous plug. Of course. Anyway. I got home and set up my bath concoction. I remember begging the universe to let it happen that night because if it didn’t, I would have had zero childcare for Henry and George, they wouldn’t even have a respite home to go to. Because my water broke while I was sleeping just 2.5 hours later, my gracious friend was able to come help us in the middle of the night. The timing was perfect.

Sigh.

So many more thoughts that I don’t have the words for..

hidingoutbackstage  asked:

How'd u get involved in ur latest fandom?

Vanossgaming gmod videos. From there i start finding out about the others and when I started watching BBS gta v vids, I came up with a story (tho I havent posted the fic yet lmao but you do see my gta v au components in some of my artwork like the colors lyric comic) and started doing more.
The only bbs story I posted for the public to see is my ohmtoonz hanahaki diesease AU on ao3

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that you loathe public speaking and when you have to do it for a class you’re stressing and super nervous and Steve knows this so he sneaks into your class and it calms you because he’s the best boyfriend ever??

omfg, i do hate public speaking and i think i would just have a stupid smile on my face if that cute dork was there, ahhhh

steve harrington weekend!

the author of my immortal is saying its connected to a bad time in her life and she was kinda hunted down against her will and like… shes being really nice and up front about it, probably more than people deserve, but i wish people chilled out and let it be a mystery instead of tracking her down. 

shes moved on, shes just doing her own thing like everyone else. also shes a writer and like she shouldnt have to have that attached to everything she does from now on lmao…

D.I.P. (Disabled In Public)

Sometimes I really hate being Disabled In Public. Like…. there’s a definitive difference between being disabled and in public and Disabled In Public, and it’s hard to articulate to people who don’t have to experience this phenomenon. Like, yesterday I was at the airport, flying home for summer break. I’m sitting in my wheelchair at the gate, waiting to pre-board, and the gate check woman comes up to me, bends down and puts her hands on her knees, and says, “Gosh! You’re so independent!” I’m 23 years old, I live on my own across the country, and I’m a fucking adult out in public. Yes. I’m independent. How kind of you to notice.

And this happens all the time! I’m fine with people complementing my canes, or the flowers on my chair in passing, but coming up to me, speaking down to me, infantilizing me…. it’s all part of being Disabled In Public. The second I’m out in public I become some sort of attraction to able bodied people. Walking (or rolling) clickbait. And none of my able-bodied friends or family quite understand why I get so frustrated, or why I snap at people.

I was at the mall with my dad yesterday, in my wheelchair, and at least three people stopped me to complement my wheelchair. Which is fine. Except for the third woman, who said in some sort of weird baby talk, “Aw, who did that for you? That was so nice of them!” Uh…. I did that myself. Because, again, I am an adult.

And after this my dad goes, “Gosh, does this happen all the time? It must be so annoying…” to which I’m about to be delighted, before he continues, “…but you’re kind of asking for it by decorating your chair.”

No, I’m not asking for it. I’m accessorizing. People don’t stop everyone else on the street to infantilize them for their accessories. It only happens when you’re Disabled In Public.

And I didn’t really mean to write some kind of essay on the subject, but honestly. Why can’t people leave us alone? I’m not a child, I’m not inspiration porn, I’m just a fucking person out in the world trying to live my fucking life without random people interrupting me to make me feel awkward and singled out and Disabled.

Looking for a sugar daddy who pays me in orbs

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yearbook meme:
∟  yuri on ice + most likely to end up in jail.
(aka our fave smol angry russian)
— asked by @jollysailorswan

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Kylo Ren searches The Falcon”      -(Star Wars: The Force Awakens Deleted Scenes)-

Because you know, penises are weird.
—  Ravenclaw, while out at dinner with a friend, just as the waiter walks up.