i had to make them a lot smaller


“I really wanted to have this melodrama happening in the cockpit. I thought, What if there were two pilots, and they had to get to know each other really quick? When you Drift with someone, you know a lot about them in a few seconds — their virtues, their fears, their defects. And yet you have no choice but to accept them. I thought it was a compelling idea.

The pilots’ smaller stories actually make a bigger point, which is that we’re all together in the same robot [in life]. Either we get along or we die. I didn’t want this to be a recruitment ad or anything jingoistic. The idea of the movie is just for us to trust each other, to cross over barriers of color, sex, beliefs, whatever, and just stick together. Fundamentally, it’s a very simple message. But it’s one that I would have liked to have seen in an adventure movie when I was a 12-year-old.” - Guillermo del Toro

What I’ve read #2

Fluent Forever by Gabriel Wyner.

And the ideas of this books are:

  • The writer made a summary of his journey and how he started to learn languages and be good at them. (pretty motivating story to be honest)
  • There are 3 key points in language learning: learn pronunciation first, don’t translate and use spaced repetition systems. (at this point the writer talked about how he learned French to an upper intermediate level in 3 months instead of 1 year and my opinion about this is that he also had to do so and that kind of stress helped him a lot)
  • His flashcards don’t have translations in English.
  • In those 3 months he learned the grammar concepts and 3000 words.
  • Everyone has a different definition for “fluent”, decide if yours includes political aspects, phylosophy, engineering etc.
  • Immersion is an amazing method that doesn’t allow you to take a break but not everyone can move to another country to practice daily.
  • There aren’t hard languages, there are only languages that are hard for you.
  • You need to study daily and you need to find something that keeps you entertained or you’ll give up.
  • “Even if i promise you fluency in 30 seconds a day, you’re going to have a hard time sticking to it if it’s unpleasant.”
  • The book teaches you how to learn, not what to learn.
  • You need a grammar book.
  • You’ll skip 90% of the exercises from that book. (this dude knows what i do… )
  • If the book has the pronunciation of every word like “bawn-jure”, burn it; choose one with a CD instead. (i think you can just ignore the translation though) If it has funny symbols (he meant IPA) keep it.
  • Avoid books that offer too many details, rules, exceptions. They are difficult to study with.
  • Don’t choose books used in classrooms. They are designed in such way that if students are confused, the teacher can handle the confusion and explain what’s not in the book.
  • Phrasebooks are great and you can use them to learn your first words when dictionaries are a bit too much for a beginner.
  • Not every language has them but if you can get a frequency dictionary, do so.
  • You should get 2 dictionaries, a monolingual one and the classic bilingual one.
  • You might also want a thematic vocabulary book. (my opinion now, many phrasebooks have that nowadays)
  • Internet gives you many resources for free, if you combine the good ones, you can learn a language very fast and for free.
  • The book focuses on self-studying, not classes.
  • The more senses you use when you memorize something, the harder it will be to forget it.
  • We recall images better than words.
  • We should combine these 2. A way to do so is to search the word on Google Images so your mind connects 1 word with 1 image.
  • Rote repetition is boring and you better learn something until you can reproduce once without looking at it, then you stop and after a while you try again. SRS repetition.
  • Recalling stuff is harder and so you will remember everything better than reviewing what you’ve learned. To do so, make flashcards.
  • Testy yourself from time to time, right before forgetting words so you can remember them better.
  • Try to learn 2-3 new words daily. (I think this is the min? The writer talked about how to learn a language with the minimum amount of time)
  • To notice the difference between words that are pronounced the same, listen to words that are similar, rock-lock (the Korean and Japanese people have a hard time when they have to notice the difference in the pronounciation of these 2); niece-knees etc.
  • Developing a good accent is worth your time. Also, a good accent can get you in trouble if you are a beginner.
  • When you have to learn new long words, start from their end and keep adding letters until you master them. e.g. flinch in russian is vzdrognu and you start with nu, then gnu, then ognu,rognu, drovnu, zdrognu and vzdrognu.
  • That back-chain trick is good for tongue twisters and it’s usually used by singers.
  • Notice the patterns between pronouniation and spelling.
  • Forvo and Rhinospike are good resources for pronunciation.
  • You can knows most of English texts if you learn the first 100 most used words.
  • Each language has its own frequency list of words.
  • In the appentix 5 you have a list with 625 words that are kind of “universal” and easy to translate.
  • Use small dictionaries, they have only what you need in them, not 10 ways to say “house”.
  • When you don’t know something, google it and try to guess the meaning based on what images you get.
  • Make personal connections with the words. 
  • Use mnemonics to memorize the gender of the words.
  • “Le génie n'est que l'enfance retrouvée à volonté.“ - Charles Baudelaire ( i just love this quote, okay?)
  • Your mind is magic, if you take a simple example, it can deconstruct it and you can build new sentences with the same structure after a while.
  • When you find a confusing declension, take a simple example and make a story with the rest of the rules so you’ll notice the differences.
  • Mnemonics can help you remember grammar too, not only vocab.
  • Use writing to see where you have to work more. The sentence examples from your grammar book are a good “base”, modify them and write about what you and your preferences. (my suggestion, you can post them on tumblr or lang-8 and people will correct them)
  • When you go through different charts in your grammar book, choose 1-2 examples that you like. Don’t worry if you forget something, you’ll pick up details later in your journey.
  • Make flashcards for grammar rules. (dude… this writer loves flashcards)
  • Combine a book and its audiobook.
  • Avoid subtitles, it’s easier to read than to pay attention to the audio. Start with animated shows or something that entertains you.
  • Listening to radio podcasts in the beginning is too hard.
  • Music isn’t the great choice, most of the time we listen to music for the music and we don’t pay attention to the lyrics.
  • Avoid English/your native language when you want to practice your target language. Try to change what you want to say, use another word, another structure but don’t use English/your native language.
  • You can find people to practice with everywhere.

Okay and after half of the book there’s this ridiculous long chapter where there are instructions how to make these flashcards and how to study them and how to make them look like in the book. 

After that it’s a part for Japanese and Chinese learners and right next after it, it’s a kind of tutorial about pronunciation and IPA. At the end there’s that list with the 625 most used words and after that it’s the index.

My opinion about this book. It has some interesting stories and researches, many references and funny comments every now and then, but those flashcards were so boring. I also think flashcards take a lot of time to make and you need to use a printer because the writer didn’t mean only written stuff, but also pictures and really, i don’t think someone has time to make 1000-2000 flashcards? I use flashcards as a language learner but i don’t bother to make more than 100-200 (and to be honest, i do this only for Danish) and even those, i use them only when i don’t have internet or my phone with me and they are also with idioms mostly. 

However, that taboo game, where you aren’t allowed to use English, i like that idea a lot and i agree with the “choose only 1-2 words as examples from your book”. I also liked the quotes that appeared every now and then, even if i had to kill my eyes a bit because they were written with smaller letters.

It was an okay book. (Somehow i got bored after the first 90 pages and from there i started to take longer breaks to read).

p.s. sorry if there are any typos

coming back around

Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. 
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU 
Word Count: 4,738


“You want me to do what?”

Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.

He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.

“Taehyung, are you still there?”

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Some little things about Billie Joe Armstrong

-(inspired by this post)

-he’s very soft spoken, articulate and thoughtful when he is speaking one-on-one with someone

-if you give him your art he will tell you how much he loves it and be sincere and overly compliment you, and he will probably hold on to it for while

-his favorite Green Day song is Holiday because he loves playing it live

-his everyday clothing is usually a flannel or old t-shirt, with black skinny jeans and converse as you’d expect.  When he’s not on tour he lets his stubble grow out more.  Sometimes he even wears shorts.

-he is a completely different person onstage verses offstage

-ever since becoming sober, he drinks a lot of coffee and soda instead

-if you meet him you can see he is aging with the wrinkles around his eyes and smile lines around his face and bits of grey hair, but it doesn’t matter because time passes by and no one is immune to age, he is still the inspirational man he always has been who will never stop writing powerful music and performing like every show is his last

-he tries to personalize every signature he writes, whether it is adding explanation marks, writing a phrase from your conversation, the year, or asking your name and writing that down

-he also likes to draw on things some people have him sign

-he tries his best to befriend his fans but can get very nervous and shy if there are a lot of them around at once and he has to talk to a lot of people

-he seems to be a classic introvert, if you talk to him from outside of his social group and “rock star” life

-he is a lot smaller than you’d expect- not only short but just tiny, man

More random Les mis headcanons

- Courfeyrac has like 3 tiny dogs & Combeferre is allergic but “god damn it I will pet your dog’s even if it means I’ll sneeze the entire day!”
- Grantaire adopts stray cats into his home and then Enjolras moves in and there are like 10 cats and he is like “The fuck R” and Grantaire is like “what??? These are my cats?”
- Courfeyrac once dissociated during an entire Les Amis meeting and had to go to Enjolras to tell him he didn’t make notes about their plans like he promised he would Enjolras understood and said that Combeferre made them
- Grantaire is smaller than Enjolras
- Joly is the smallest of Les mis
- Joly owns a lot of skirts and crop tops
- Montparnasse moves towards heat in his sleep so Jehan often wakes up in the middle of the night to find Montparnasse ontop of him
- if any of Jehan their friends are really stressed they’ll give them back massages

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm writing this story and I have all my characters planned along with a few main points of the plot. Now, I'm writing a pirate fantasy romance story and I wanted some advice on it, especially on the relationship with the pirate and the main girl. Since most of the story will be set on the pirate ship I needed some help on things that could happen between them on it to get them to get close (The girl is captured by the way). Also about parts of pirate ships if it's too much.

Ooooh boy did you come to the right person! I know a few things about pirates and definitely knows the parts of a ship. I’d say “don’t get me started on pirates” but I’m afraid it’s too late.

Let’s talk about the ship first, since familiarity with it well help you set the scenes more naturally, and then we’ll brainstorm some things that they could do together on board.

First of all, let’s talk about types of ships. There isn’t just one established “pirate ship” that all pirates use. Ships were designed and redesigned for different purposes and conditions- some were built for speed, some for cargo, some for long voyages or harsh conditions, some for defense and some for attack. No single ship would ever be completely perfect- if you want your ship to be fast, for example, you might have to sacrifice some cargo space, which meant a smaller crew and less months at sea before you have to make port to re-stock again.

However, with all that being said, there was definitely some favorites. While it’s true that pirates from different parts of the world sometimes preferred different ships, the most common and popular would probably be the sloop. (Yes, I know it’s a funny word, lots of ships had funny names.) 

Sloops were a favorite among pirates because they were slim and fast, which made them great for intercepting other ships and escaping attacks themselves. They typically only had 1 or very rarely 2-3 masts, and usually had up to 75 crew members, at its largest, and a max of 14 cannons, which is pretty darn good.

Of course there are other options, depending on the needs of your particular pirates. Another popular option was the brigantine, which was not nearly as fast, but better suited for the long term, with a crew closer to 100 members and usually around 12 cannons. 

I know more ships, but let’s not get carried away. Let’s take a look at some of the more interesting parts of the ship.


  Port= left, starboard= right, stern=back, and bow=front. When you refer to something as being “aft”, you mean it’s towards the back of the ship, towards stern. When something is “fore”, it means it is found closer to the front of the ship, or the bow. 

Galley= kitchen

Brig= prison

The head= the toilet

The Helm= the “steering wheel” of the ship

First, let’s know our decks. As you probably know, the deck is the top part of the ship, the wood that you walk on and where you see most of the action take place in movies, but there are different names for the different parts of the deck. The “poop deck” is the highest part, usually raised above the captain’s quarters, which was typically found “aft”, towards the back of the ship. The quarterdeck, on the other hand, is the important deck, usually where the captain or quartermaster stands and gives the orders. The big part is just called the deck or main deck.

The Captain’s quarters were briefly mentioned- the captain was the only one who had his own residence, and they were typically pretty luxurious.

Now the actually somewhat interesting parts.

NOT “The Crow’s Nest”!!!: The part you know as the “crow’s nest” is not actually called a crow’s nest, or at least, not on a pirate ship. That’s actually whaling terminology. The platform at the top of the mast is actually called the “top” or “fighting top” and yes, it can be used for scouting out land or obstacles, but it was actually known for a being a good place to sit with a gun and shoot your enemies on the deck, like a pirate sniper.

The Forecastle: This is the quarters of the crew. Often times in stories I see the crew each having their own cabins, or at the most, a roommate or two. That’s not exactly how it worked on an actual ship. Not that they actually spent much time in the bunk- it was really just a place to sleep when not on duty.

The Bilge: The is the bottom part of the ship. Dark, dank, musty, gross, but also the first place to tell if you have a leak. If you do have a leak, you want to run down to the bilge and fix them quickly, because if it fills up, you’re going down.

The Mast: There are actually different names for the different masts, depending on how many your ship has. If you have a speedy ship, it’s probably slow and you probably only have the one “main mast.” If the mast is destroyed, it’s not uncommon to build an emergency one really fast, called the “jury mast”- since you do need a mast to sail. The mast is the big wooden pole in the middle from which the sails are hung.

The Yardarm: This is the long pole that goes across the mast to hold the sails. I included it because it was also a popular place to hang people on.

Gangway/Gangplank: They’re actually different things. The gangWAY is the passages along the side of a ship, like a hallway. The gangPLANK is what is set down to walk on between ship and pier. 

In honesty, all of the sails and lines have different names and purposes too, but I’m not going to get too into it right now. You can find some of them on websites like this or this.

Now for what they can do together…

A lot depends on their status on board. If the girl has been captured, determine how her captivity is taking place. If she’s being locked in the brig or cabin, their first interactions might involve them bringing her food or care, etc.

- It’s also possible that they are made to guard her, and hours of boredom turns to conversation after a while

It also matters what role the pirate has on board the ship. Here is an idea of roles on board a pirate ship.

If she has some amount of freedom (it is a ship at sea, what’s she gonna do, run away?), that will open up some more possibilities.

  • If the girl is curious, she might be interested in seeing how the ship is run. Or, the captain could potentially decide to make her help out with things. She is an extra pair of hands, after all. 
  • There are lots of tasks involved within the running of a ship. She doesn’t necessarily have to be doing the sailing- she could help out in the galley, sew sails or clothes, maintain weapons, and so on. 
  • Maybe she is made to do some tasks, but she doesn’t know how, and they take pity and try to help her out a little
  •  There’s nothing like a nice emergency to make people work together. Being forced to work together for survival- a storm, a mutiny, an attack,etc- is a great bonding experience for anyone.
  • Perhaps the girl has something that the pirate wants, depending on her background. A random example- perhaps she has an educated background, and the pirate has something that they need read, or written, or something else. Really, it could be any knowledge that she has that they might be interested in.
  • Maybe she has something they want to know, so they’re nice to her in trying to get information, but then end up actually becoming close
  • Conversely, maybe she is interested in something that they can do, and keeps talking to them about it until their interest becomes mutual

I’m going to have to wrap this up, as it exciting as it is, my inbox is flooding, but I hope this helps some! Good luck, sounds like fun! Hit me up for any additional help with pirates or otherwise!


Bonjour tout le monde !

I had an idea in mind few days ago. I wanted to make one animation using two programs : Flipnote Studio and TVPaint, and this is the result !

It was an amazing experience for me because working on two programs that are totally different made me understand how I can work on each and find solutions between them.

For this animation I drew on my DSi and my Cintiq13 HD, the two screens are totally different and I had to switch each time from the larger one to the smaller and vice versa, it was interesting !

Now you can see how I animate with colors, I do love colors a lot so for this animation I used plenty of it but I have to train on them now x)
I still animate the same way even if I use another program =)

I shall post more colored one on Tumblr or even adding colored vs pixels GIFS in the futur !

Thank you for watching !! By the way, all the animation is a loop, it have no end ^^ !

And thank you for the Huge support !! I can’t describe how amazing this is and I have to thank you for everything you give me !! I will work even harder on all of my next posts !

Il faut bouger ses noix de coco maintenant =)

The title of the song is : Shake your coconut ! By Junior Senior =) !

Cam’s Best Friend

Requested ? yes: gray likes cam’s friend but they don’t think the other likes them

word count: 2,620

warning: swearing, yelling and kissing

“You’re Graybay so what does that make me?”

“You’re… my chubby bunny best friend” 

Stepping off the terminal of the plane, I looked around hesitantly and make my way to the baggage claim. Picking up my bags, I turn to find Cam. I hadn’t seen Cam since last summer when she flew out to California to meet me. Cam and I had grown up together, our parents only living two minutes away from each other. Her and I were crazy kids, always getting ourselves and her twin brothers Ethan and Grayson in trouble. The twins were two years younger than us, but that never seemed to matter. Between the sleepovers, exploration trips we made, and the endless amounts of visits to the ER throughout the years, we were almost inseparable. I wasn’t a skinny kid, and had acquired many nicknames about my weight as a child. Even Grayson, who was almost as close to me as Cam was, had a nickname for me. Grayson wasn’t like other kids though. He never called me names, he never pushed me away. In fact one day when we were about 10, I happened to be crying about my pet bunny Snow who had just passed away. Grayson pulled me into a hug and promised me that it would all be okay. Despite being two years older, I could never seem to shake the fatal attraction I felt towards him.

I heard my name being called in the distance. Turning around, I was immediately pulled into a hug by the one person I knew would always be there for me.

“Tyler you need to come home more often this isn’t fair” Cam whined at me, dragging me to the nearest Starbucks Cafe in the airport. I giggled at her and shook my head disapprovingly.

“Just because you’re smarty pants got accepted to Stanford and got to graduate a year early does not mean you are too good for a pink drink. It’s been three years since we last had one.” Nodding my head, I sit down at a far booth and pull my phone out.

7 iMessages: CamDam 

i miss you hurry up

god can’t these planes fly any quicker

i’m hungry, I wonder if there’s pizza


how long does it take to fly a plane damn

God the boys are on my ass right now about seeing you

esp grayson ;))))))

I totally forgot about Grayson. Oh boy, I wonder how awkward this is going to be. I wonder how him and-


“What sorry” I said shaking the thoughts out of my head. Not this time anxiety,  not this time.

Cam chuckles and stands up slowly. “Let’s get going. Grayson hasn’t stopped texting me since I left the house and I swear to god if I get one more text i’m throwing that boy off of a trampoline again.”

Pulling up to my house, I was immediately greeted with both of my parents. My father grabbed my bags out of the car and walked inside. My mother on the other hand almost broke Cam’s door handle she pulled on it so hard. I opened the door and stepped out, turning back to bring my head to the car’s height.

“You can come in if you want, I just have to get changed really quickly-”

“Tyler Dustyn Bell get out of that car and hug your mother before she dies of an anxiety attack” My father shouts from the living room window. I giggle and turn to my mom, giving her a big hug.

“I can’t believe you’ve been gone three years. My babygirl is finally home!!” My mom shouts and she jumps up and down. 

“Mom it’s not like I was gone THAT long. But I do have to go, Lisa is expecting me and I have to find my bathing suit in this mess of things”

She lets go and allows me and Cam to walk in. Running up the stairs, I sigh approvingly as I walk into my old room. 

“Man I missed it here” I mumble. Cam walks up behind me and bends down to the suitcases below.

“Mom said hurry up, so lets find what we’re looking for and skidaddle”

“Alright damn i’ve never met a family so impatient before as you Dolan’s” I joke, picking up the bikini that was at the bottom of the suitcase. This would be the first time i’ve seen him since before I left and I wanted to make a good impression. I walked into the bathroom and slipped on the skimpy two piece, turning to Cam to ask for her opinion.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve gotten even hotter since I last saw you” she said, throwing a romper at me. Slipping that on, along with a pair of sneakers I grab my phone and follow Cam outside and to her car. She makes the 2 minute drive up the road and parks the car. I step outside and not a second later, Ethan runs as fast as he can towards me, engulfing me in a hug and spins around.

“You’re a douche you know that?” He mumbles into my collarbone. I giggle at the vibration it sent through me and tried to squirm my way out of his grasp. Ethan and Grayson were not small guys, and Ethan himself was about 5′10. I was 5′ even, and not very strong might I add. He finally sets me down and I give him a proper hug. 

“How am I a douche?” I chuckle asking the muscular boy. He just looks at me, and I look down at my feet.

“I had to Ethan. I couldn’t take it. We’ve talked about this a million times”

“Yes Ty I know but he litera-”

“Come on Tyler, lets go take a swim before Mom realizes we have no food in the house and makes one of us go shopping” Cam says and pulls me inside.

We had been swimming for what felt like hours, when Cam came out to tell me she was heading out. If she’s leaving, I’m probably gonna head inside. I haven’t seen their mom all day and I was dying to spend some one on one time with her. I stepped out of the pool and grabbed my romper. Not seconds later, I felt my body being thrown through the air and into the warm water. As I came up and gasped for air, I see a smirking Ethan above me. I grab his ankle and try to bring him in the water with me, but he is too heavy. I look up at him and just whisper “run”. He starts laughing until I get up out of the pool and bolt towards him. He turns and runs inside and up the stairs to his room. I was so close to catching him but he was just a little faster and slammed and locked his door so I couldn’t make it in. I grunt in frustration and turn around to be met with the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes I had ever seen before. He was wearing black joggers and my FAVORITE grey sweatshirt of his. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was stunning. He’s always been fairly attractive but it’s like God took those extra 20 minutes between him and Ethan’s birth and just made him perfect. His jawline was even more prominent, his hair kept down in a messy toss to the side of his head. He looked so much buffer than the last time I had seen him. 

“Tyler. Tyler. Tyler!!” I turned to see Lisa, Grayson’s mom.

“Huh yeah? Sorry I was uhh… lost in thought” I said snapping my head away from Grayson’s intense gaze. She looked at me confused, and I realize she must be wondering why I was soaking wet, dripping pool water around her house.

“Oh so Ethan freaking pushed me in the pool with my clothes and now I don’t have anything to wear. My parents aren’t home until tomorrow afternoon”

“Oh it’s alright honey, Grayson can lend you some clothes, right Gray?” she says. He sighs and turns back into his room, his door opening up for us to see.

Above his door, he has a pull-up bar and a few exercise bands on the handles. His bed is across from the door, and his white sheets that he has had since he was a child are spread across the bed in a messy attempt to make the bed. His bedside table is next to it and he has a photo of his household at Christmas time. He’s had that picture there since he was a kid and it will probably stay there forever. A piano is placed on the adjacent wall with some sheet music on the top. His dresser is next to it, where he is scrambling through the clothes trying to find something that will fit. I am a lot smaller than him, and probably more so now that I had lost a lot of weight. He comes back with a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and hands them to me. I turn and smile at Lisa apologetically.

“Hey can you and Grayson run to the store and grab some stuff for me? I need to make dinner but I don’t have everything I need” she says after a moment. I turn to Grayson who I knew looked uncomfortable but I couldn’t figure out why. Before I could interject, he shook his head softly.

“Yeah mom, make a list.” He turned back into his room and shut the door. I made my way to the bathroom and grabbed my purse, which I had placed a matching pair of bra and panties so discreetly underneath. Changing, I took in Grayson’s scent. His clothes smelled just like him, cologne with a mix of mint, like the toothpaste he uses every morning. As a child he would not brush his teeth unless he had a certain type of toothpaste, because he believed it would give him super powers. I stepped out of the bathroom and slip my sneakers on quickly. I run downstairs and shove my phone in my pocket, when Grayson walks down the stairs as well. Completely ignoring my presence, he walks outside and gets in his car. I take the note Lisa left on the door and join him in the car. He pulls out of the driveway, his jaw clenched and eyes focused on the road. I look down at my phone before speaking quietly.

“Do you hate me?” I whisper, barely audible

“What?” he says after a moment

“For leaving? Do you hate me?” I say a little louder this time, but still very quietly. He just looks down for a moment before speaking again.

“I did. I still do to a degree. You were my best friend. And you literally just up and left, no explanation”

“Grayson it was a little more complicated than that”

“Was it? Then tell me Tyler. What did I do to make you hate me so much? I texted you for months afterwards. I missed you so much. I was so hurt. Why’d you leave me?” He yells, a tear slipping from his right eye. I look down and take a deep breath.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving. I went to your house to talk to you about it because I was scared. I was terrified. And I saw you. I saw you… kissing her”

“You did?” he says after a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Yes I did. And I didn’t know what to do. I never told you because you were my best friend. But I was madly in love with you, and seeing you kiss another girl. Not just any girl. But the one girl who was bad news. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stay and be that girl. You never saw me as anything more than a friend anyways Grayson and I needed to get over that. I needed to leave. So I called Cam and Ethan and hopped on an earlier fight there” I spoke, my breath shaky and frantically trying to level itself out. I had tears spilling from my eyes and I didn’t even care anymore. He puts his hand on my upper thigh again before speaking softly.

“You like me?” 

“Yes Grayson. I was in love with you.”

“Then why the fuck did you leave without saying goodbye? or answer any of my texts? For fucks sake Tyler I fucking loved you. I was with Amanda because I knew I couldn’t have you and I needed to distract myself. It wasn’t fair to me!” He yelled, his hands going back and gripping the steering wheel tighter than ever. He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I grabbed the list and ran towards him. Walking down a random isle, he turns back to look at me, his hazel eyes gazing into mine. 

“Wasn’t even worth the heartbreak” he says before turning around and continuing to walk.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t worth it? What about you? You were fucking kissing another bitch while you were in love with me. I fucking ran away because I loved you so much and your fucking response to that is ‘wasn’t even worth it’? Are you fucking kidding me Grayson?” I scream at him, causing a small crowd to gather. He takes my hand and pulls me into two swinging doors, the smell of steak and fish infiltrated my nostrils. I began to speak again, when I was cut off by his lips on top of mine. It was only a split second, but I swear I had never felt more alive than I did in that moment. But it didn’t last long because he ran back out, fists clenched. He grabbed a shopping basket and headed down an isle, throwing the ingredients in the basket. I hauled after him and headed to the self check out. He comes over a moment later and pays for his things, taking the bags and walking out. Placing the bags in the trunk, we got in the car and drove off. His fists clenched to the steering wheel, he sped home as fast as I had ever seen him before. Pulling into his house, he grabs the bags and runs in, setting them on the counter. 

“Gray you can’t just ignore me the entire ti-” I was cut off once again by his lips against mine. This time, they moved against mine in a perfect sync. Pulling him closer to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He pulls away after a moment and walks to the hallway.

“Grayson for the love of god you can’t keep kissing me and walking away without saying anything” I start in again, quite annoyed now. He turns to look at me and pushes my body against the wall, his pelvis dangerously close to my stomach. I look up to speak again and his hands go around my backside, lifting me up by the butt.

“Nobody’s home” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my neck. I push his head deeper into my neck as his mouth goes to work making love bites all over my neck. 

“God do I want to fuck you so hard right now” he mumbled pulling his lips away. I whine at the loss of contact and look at him pleadingly.

“Do it then.”


hey! i’m not one of the good artists here but i figured i’d do some art and show you guys my latest creation. her name is grandma splodegood. she had a real hard life growing up, did a lot of drugs and even more crimes. she didn’t have a lot of money. but she was good at making things explode so she legally changed her name to splodegood

but then she got rich and changed her life after she hoarded a lot of good domain names in the early 90s and sold them off and now she has a family and grandkids. she still does crimes, just smaller ones like flipping off cops and pirating movies. she gives her grandkids fruit pizza and lets them play tony hawks pro skater 2 on the ps1 she bought. they’re too polite to say anything bad about it, they love their grandma a lot and she’s glad she raised them well

i hope you like her

The Hammock

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Suggestions of adult themes, lots of swearing bc Negan (duh)

A/N: I saw this prompt of pinterest about OTP’s cuddling on hammock’s and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and I’m Negan trash, so this just kinda happened. I’ve really been in the mood to write, so remember my requests are open and you can send me TWD shit or SOA shit. Just send me something. Please. I’m begging. (Also, gif ist nicht mein). Enjoy!

It was the first nice day in a long time. Y/N had off work and decided the best use of her time would be to do some work around the house. She opened all of the windows in the house and gathered up her and Negan’s bedding, as well as the couple blankets they kept downstairs for while they watched TV. She threw it all in the washer before taking it outside and letting it dry on the wash line. She was obsessed with how they smelled once they came in from outside.

She decided then, just to order some pizza, preferring not to burden herself on her day off. She’d called Negan beforehand, he was at the car dealership since it was summer, and he agreed, not only that pizza would be good, but they’d he’d pick it up on his way home. She went ahead and placed the order for two large pizzas.

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seeing me

ao3 | ffn

summary It’s not easy, not when you’re in love with your best friend, not when your best friend is a superhero. But what’s even harder than is trying to tell your best friend you knew she was a superhero, especially when she didn’t want you to know. 

word count 16120

a/n this is the second part to this fic. i wrote this a long time ago and never posted on tumblr, and meant to post right after i posted the first part, but five months later here we are. 

 hope u guys enjoy it :) have some fluff

He’s pictured finding Ladybug’s secret alter ego a million times.

Probably even more, if he was willing to admit that.

Adrien never expected Ladybug to be sitting behind him class—for years. They’ve been classmates for years and he’s never noticed.

He might have to give that to Marinette; he hadn’t noticed her without the mask. At least, initially.

But now—now, he knew.

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Misplaced Anger

Title: Misplaced Anger

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 808

Warnings: angst, near rape (…?)

Summary: Every year you go to the cemetery to see your deceased family. This time something goes terribly wrong. 

Notes: Fic was written by my other half @anechoofbella. She technically co-runs this blog though she’s never on Tumblr. She also wrote “Suprise?” if you were wondering.

Master List | Part 2 ???

The cemetery was rather quiet on your annual visit. You held two bouquets, one full of different colors of roses, and the other containing a beautiful arrangement of lilies. The first grave you knelt at, you set the roses down, leaning them against the headstone.

“Love you mom.”

You turned toward the grave next to hers, sickeningly smaller than the first, “Hey sis, how’s it goin’ up there? I miss you two,” your gaze travels to your mother’s headstone, “a lot.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek, before you place the lilies down on your sister’s final resting place and rotate away from the sad sight. Wiping the tears off your face, you make your way to the exit. Spotting the ‘67 Impala, you pick up the pace and wrap the rain jacket tighter around you.

It had been raining when you left the bunker, so Dean made you take the Impala instead of walking to the ‘store’. Neither the Winchesters or Cas knew about your mother and sister, they just thought you ran away from home. That’s what you told them, anyway. You hoped it would stay that way until you were ready to tell anyone.

The cemetery was surprisingly empty, especially for a weekend. Probably shouldn’t think that, you thought, that’s what everyone in the horror movies say before they get killed.

Just as you reach the driver’s side door of the black chevy, a hand grasps your wrist and flips you around, pinning you against Dean’s car. The pocket buttons on your jeans scrape the paint, and you throw out all your survival instincts in replacement with worrying what your boyfriend Dean will say when he realizes you scratched his beloved Baby.

All of these thoughts fly out of your head as the wrist-grabber jams his lips onto yours, “What the fu-”

His lips migrate to your neck as you struggle to get out of his grip. Somehow, he has your arms and your legs trapped. Soon, you hear a zipper unzipping, and the man fumbles with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Get the hell off me!” You managed to break one of your legs free, and knee him in the crotch. He goes down, and you whip out your mace. Tears begin to blur your vision as you yell at the man, and spray him in the face.

Screaming, the guy runs away, not giving you the chance to find any distinguishing features. A quick twist and your forehead is resting on the door, “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?”

Your stuff falls to the ground as you turn to vomit. Fingers trembling, you collect it.

Fingers brushing the scratches on the door, you sigh. Getting in the car, you make your way to the bunker, tears streaming down your face the entire time. As soon as Dean sees you, he knows something’s wrong. Judging by the way you hold his keys, he yells.

“Why did you do to baby? Huh? I can see it in your face. Did you spill something? Bring another damn dog in there?!”

The couch is a welcoming sight, and you plop down, staring at the wall, letting it all sink in. Dean storms out, which also marks the entrance of Sam and Cas. They sit down on either side of you, trying to get your attention.

“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Cas’ voice is soft.

You take a shuddering breath, and speak in a whisper, “Um, I was out, and I was getting ready to leave, and there was this guy… he tried to, to, um… and I scratched b-baby.”

Sam wraps an arm around you, and you lean into him and start bawling, soaking his shirt. You grip his shirt tight enough to turn your knuckles white. The couch shifts as Castiel exits, going who knows where.

A comforting hand begins to rub your back, as you continue to sob louder. You were almost raped, and on the day your entire family died, no less. The worst thing? Now you were going to have to tell them what you were doing at the cemetery.

Running footsteps pound towards you, a door swings open and slams against the wall, and all of a sudden you’re being transferred into Dean’s arms. He gathers you up and holds you close.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Where was this? What did he look like? Please let me kill him. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Sam, go get-”

“Dean.” Your voice is raspy, “Can we just, sit like this for awhile, please?”

He nods into your neck, noticing for the first time the hickies running along it. He stiffens, and bites his lip hard enough to bleed. Lacing your fingers with his, he takes note of the hand shaped bruise on your wrist, “I’m gonna kill this bastard.”


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Here’s a little five second transformation for all of you because I think it’s important to remember to love your body for how it looks and to not compare yourself with others. On the left i’m standing nice and tall and flexing my stomach, and on the right is me relaxed all squishy with cute little rolls. I have always carried a lot of skin on my stomach doesn’t matter what size I am and when I sit I it creates little rolls. I use to be really insecure about them and would hate even being looked at when I sat and I would check every time I sat down to see if they have gotten any smaller. I would look around at other girls who sat down and didn’t have rolls and really wish I had their bodies because I thought people would like me better or it would make me feel better about myself. BUT I have come such a far way from that mind set and honestly I am so happy with my body and I hope you are two! Remember that all bodies are different and you were blessed with this one, so treat it right and give it all the love you got because you only have one❤️

The last chapter

Summary: After the curse on Hyperion Heights is broken, Henry decides to bring his new family, wife and daughter, to meet the rest of his family in Storybrooke.

A/N: I wrote this little one shot, trying to give an ending to Emma and Captain Swan’s stories, for me, this should happen at the end of this season, at least I hope A&E manage to bring JMO one more time to make something like this, and because I feel like we deserved this.

Big big thank you this amazing persons @the-reason-to-sail-home @swaansong and @shealivedarnit they help to write this in the best way  pd. this part isn’t beta so I’m sorry if I wrote something wrong.

Read: ff.net/AO3

The curse broke at 8:34 PM on Friday after Lucy risked her life trying to jump from the ledge of the balcony in her step-grandmother’s office in a last desperate attempt to make Henry believe again.

She didn’t jump, but slipped trying to step down and fell to the balcony below, knocking her unconscious. The loss of blood dropped her blood pressure to the floor, putting her in critical state. The accident sent her to the hospital’s PICU for three days until her mother and father -after talking with the doctors about the health state their girl- both kissed her head wishing for the best but expecting the worst.

Then, the magic came like a rush of energy.

A week after that episode, Henry brought his whole family: wife and daughter, along with his mother and his friend Officer Rogers, to Storybrooke so that they could see where he was from. Regina - or Roni - could visit her own place and see what problems Zelena had made in their big white house and most important: look to see what Storybrooke had done without a mayor like her.

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anonymous asked:

When Beca stops taking the anti-depressants no knew she was on...

Beca looked down at the bottle of pills in her hand, her thumb rubbing across the edge of the cap.

She knew she needed them. They made her better. They made her feel normal. They stopped her feeling like she wanted to die every second of every day.

But her dad’s voice was still ringing in her ears.

“Do you want to be on them forever? Maybe you should try coming off them.”

Was he right?

She knew her therapist wouldn’t think so.

But maybe she should try. She didn’t like the idea of becoming dependent on them. She didn’t like that she didn’t feel normal without ingesting these chemicals.

So her hand tightened around the bottle before she flipped the cap off and emptied them down the sink.

She felt a flutter of fear in her stomach as she watched the last pill disappear down the drain.

Had she done the right thing? It was too late to turn back now.

A day or so later, after the last of the antidepressants left her system, Beca realised what a mistake she’d made.

It started off small. The way a big depressive episode for her would always start.

She found she couldn’t look at herself in the mirror.

When she brushed her teeth and put on makeup, she tried to avoid making eye contact with herself in the mirror. She didn’t want to see her own eyes. Didn’t want to see the anger and unhappiness.

Then she started avoiding people. She didn’t want to speak, she didn’t want to be touched, and people’s voices became too loud. The Bellas were the hardest to avoid because she still had to go to rehearsals.

She managed to escape the hall at the end of each rehearsal before any of the Bellas could speak to her until one morning she found that she just couldn’t get up.

The blankets felt like dead weights lying on her, and Beca didn’t have the energy to move them. So she rolled over and faced the wall. She texted Chloe to tell her she was sick and wouldn’t be at rehearsal.

Predictably the redhead fired back around ten messages asking if she was okay and if she needed anything, but by this time Beca was already asleep, and slept right through her afternoon class.

And that’s how it went for almost two weeks. Beca didn’t go to a single class or rehearsal. She only got up to use the bathroom and to get whatever food she could find.

Her room soon became full of discarded candy bar wrappers and empty chip packets and dirty laundry. Every time Beca entertained the notion of getting out of bed, one look at her room would force her back down. She was thankful she no longer had a roommate.

Sometimes she sat up, determined to get up and get dressed. But inevitably she would lie back down and face the wall.

Sometimes she slept, but most of the time she just stared. At the wall. At the ceiling. At nothing.

At night tears would creep out of her eyes and she’d cover her eyes with her arm and she’d sob. If she could have willed herself to simply die, she would have done it.

Her phone stopped ringing and buzzing. It had ran out of charge days ago and Beca couldn’t find the energy to plug it in.

On the twelfth day of her confinement, there was a knock at the door.

This wasn’t unusual. She’s sure her dad had come by a few times but always went away when she didn’t answer the door.

The knocking continued.

Beca rolled over again. They’d go away eventually.

“Beca. Open up.” It was Chloe.

Beca turned to face the door, but didn’t move to answer it.

“Beca please. I know you’re in there. I’m worried about you, we all are.”

Beca still didn’t move.

She heard Chloe sigh. “I have the RA with me Beca, he’ll open the door if you don’t.”

Beca didn’t want that.

She didn’t want Chloe seeing her like this but that was better than Chloe and a stranger who would probably call her dad.

Beca forced herself to stand and then unlocked the door.

She went quickly back to bed and turned away from Chloe.

She didn’t want to see her face as she took in the mess.

She heard Chloe try and stifle a gasp and she curled into herself tighter.

“Beca…” Chloe said, sounding lost. “What… what’s going on? Are you still sick?”

“Hmm…” Beca said. “Sort of.” Her voice was raspy due to lack of use.

She felt the bed dip and then Chloe was feeling her forehead, brushing her unwashed hair out of her eyes.

“You disappeared. You didn’t answer your phone or anything. I’m really worried about you,” Chloe said.

“I’m… fine,” Beca said, closing her eyes and Chloe continued to brush her thumb across her forehead.

Her voice felt slow and sluggish and she didn’t sound like how she used to.

“Have you… taken something?” Chloe asked, fear evident in her voice.

Beca laughed and shook her head. “Pretty much the opposite.”

“Please tell me what’s going on,” Chloe said.

“I… um… stopped taking my meds.”

“What kind of meds?” Chloe asked.

“You can’t guess?” Beca asked, finally making eye contact with Chloe.

Chloe almost cried at them. They weren’t the bright eyes the Chloe remembered. They were full of sadness. She also had bags under her eyes and looked smaller than Chloe remembered.

She glanced around the room again, and it didn’t take a lot for her to figure out what medication Beca was on.

“I didn’t know,” Chloe said. “Why did you stop taking them?”

“My dad said I should try,” Beca said. “It was a stupid thing to do but now I’m like… stuck. I feel trapped.”

“Can’t you just start taking them again?”

Beca shook her head. “I got rid of them. I’d need to go back to my therapist to get a new prescription and I can’t really do that right now.” She covered her eyes with her arm and started to cry. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Chloe said. “It’s okay, I can help. I can help.”

Chloe sat with her for what felt like hours, gently reassuring her that she was okay, and that she wasn’t going to leave.

She eventually convinced Beca to take a shower, and while she was gone she started tidying up. Throwing away the candy wrappers and pizza boxes and putting her laundry into the hamper so it wasn’t strewn across the floor. She even changed Beca’s bedding and got her some clean pyjamas out.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Beca said when she got back. Her hair was still wet and she was shivering slightly.

Chloe handed her the pyjamas and turned away so she could change. Then she sat Beca back on the bed and started towel drying her hair.

“Tomorrow we’ll go back to your therapist and get you some more meds, okay?” Chloe said. “For now, we’ll just order a pizza and watch a movie.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

Once the pizza was ordered, they lay back on the bed together, Beca wrapped protectively in Chloe’s arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me about all this?” Chloe asked.

“I was embarrassed,” Beca said. “And ashamed. I felt stupid and pathetic.”

“There is nothing pathetic or embarrassing or anything about having an illness, Beca. And you shouldn’t be ashamed to take meds to treat it,” Chloe said.

“I don’t want to be dependent on chemicals to make me feel normal,” Beca said.

“But you need them, Beca. Is how you’ve been feeling the past two weeks better than needing medication?” She felt Beca shake her head against her. “You might not be on them forever, but right now you need them. And that’s okay.”

“Thank you,” Beca said after a small silence.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I do. I really do.”

anonymous asked:

It's not like Dan and Phill don't have a lot of outside forces working on their branding though I mean with a major tour, multiple book deals and all that, they definitely aren't just two guys with a camera and a manager. (Don't think you meant that necessarily but just to talk about it I guess?)

Yeah, they definitely do have outside forces. I do believe they have more of a hand in matters than most youtubers, though. You can see that reflected in their work; the fact that they don’t have managers sitting in when they film (like youtubers signed with Gleam often do) to ensure they stick to a regular schedule of posting, the fact that they don’t pass off editing of their videos to anyone else, the fact that they refused more than the absolute minimum book signings even though that would have helped promote the book more, the fact that the only sponsorships they do are carefully tailored to them and generally for a purpose (Crunchyroll and the game company funding TATINOF), even in how they turned the tour associated with their first book into a full stage show. Even their merch was handed off to Phil’s brother - if that’s not a sign of how they like to retain control then I don’t know what is.

But even with them making overarching decisions a lot of the smaller stuff has to come down to professionals specific to those decisions. They had tour management companies in every city to negotiate venues, the book deal and sponsorship details would be brokered through management, etc. They are for all intents and purposes, an entertainment entity whose existence brings in the paychecks for a lot of people, so of course you’re right and there’s gonna be a lot of lower level employees making sure that machine keeps operating. 


Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Underweight Reader

Warning: Insecurities

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon: Hi? I’ve just found your blog and even you though you have so many lovely fan fictions, may I request one about an underweight reader? I saw the queue but if you find the inspiration, could you write a Marvel or Draco Malfoy/ reader one? I’m a little insecure myself about this, thank you :) <3

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This took me forever, but when I look at them all put together it doesn’t look like that much work… I’m happy I stayed motivated long enough to finish it !

So, here’s my Steven Univers/Hetalia Crossover, or Gemtalia AU (and by gemtalia I mean rusprus)

Some little things about this AU :

  • Ivan is a charoite, a really rare and unique gem found only in the oural mountains, Russia.
  • Gilbert is an hydrophane, a variety of Ethiopian Opal which has the particularity of becoming translucid when put in water [x] (as shown in the pic with background [x])
  • Ivan’s gem manifestation is his axe. He also has the ability of creating ice/make snow fall.
  • Gilbert’s gem manifestations are his wings, but he also manages to generate weapons, such as a crossbow or a bow. He also has telepathic and telekinetic abilities.
  • They both met on the homeworld, and quickly became really close to each other. After accidentally fused, the other gems started to chase them, and since they felt good together and were happy with the new experience of fusion, they decided to fly away. Anyway, homeworld made them unhappy.
  • Rainbow Moonstone is around the same size as Opal and Rainbow Quartz, so, compared to Rose Quartz’s size, around 10/11 fts.
  • Even though not being the tallest fusion, Rainbow Moonstone is too huge to stick around for too long without being noticed, so Ivan and Gilbert stay unfused most of the time.
  • However, they love being fused, and do it as soon as they can. They also have a huge tendency to fuse every time they dance, even if it’s not their fusion dance.
  • They chose human names when arriving on earth, and got attached to them. They love being called by those names.
  • Rainbow Moonstone, him, love being called cute. 
  • He also has a double pair of wings, similar to Gilbert’s ones, one pair being smaller than the other.
  • I had a lot of fun making the names looking like in the show.

That’s it. I’m really happy I finished it, and I hope you’ll like this AU as I do !

Smoking Buddies

“We’re never gonna quit it.”

A yawn escaped from my lips. I was in my roof; on one hand there was a joint, on the other, a bottle of vodka. I couldn’t feel anything, it was all numb. I tried to feel the burn sensation that vodka used to cause me, but nothing. I tried everything that came into my mind, but not even the pot was helping. 

For a few more minutes I didn’t move. I kept sat down, watching the sky as I exhaled the smoke. I couldn’t see almost any of the stars; all I could see up there were the city lights. Somehow, I hated that. I had always loved laying down to see the stars, it made me feel so small but so big. They were small but I was even smaller so I could see a lot of them. I know, it just makes no sense.

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I can articulate the issues pertinent to my asexuality (and aromanticism), but it’s an exhausting process to constantly have to relive experiences I have had and/or capture the myriad number of issues relevant to the entire community just so that we can validate our right to continue communicating about our identity without derision and backlash. 

There’s also no guarantee that the emotional labor I put into crafting a response will be taken into genuine and careful consideration from those who are demanding we provide them with “proof” to every single problem we experience. So, I refuse to put in the effort to articulate every problem I face to people who go asking questions. It’s not my job, and there are plenty of online resources.

That being said, I feel as though young asexuals (and aromantics) may feel pressured to constantly prove themselves and to explain why something that hurts them, hurts. I remember being that age, and finding it difficult to express myself especially when the community was much smaller and the resources we had were minimal compared to today. 

I think what is important for young people especially to realize is that not being able to articulate “why” doesn’t make your perception wrong. It doesn’t mean that you’re wrong or “making things up” when you’re very clearly hurt by something. As someone who has experienced a lot of emotional abuse, it’s common to feel like you are wrong for being hurt. 

You’re not wrong. You might not be able to express yourself the “right” way, and you might say things that are inaccurate because you don’t quite know how to articulate yourself. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong for being hurt by something, for needing help with something, or for recognizing that something can be a problem for you as an asexual or aromantic person, intentional or not. 

You do not have to waste your time and energy providing explanations to people who do not care about your identity or experiences in the first place. I encourage you to keep talking about issues important to you, without giving others a platform to keep questioning you about your existence. It’s just a manipulative means to shut you up, and preserve the status quo. 

You do not owe anyone anything. This is your space to discuss things that concern you. There is such a thing as healthy criticism, and engaging in important discussions that concern intersectionality. However, you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your existence and you don’t have to be an open book about the experiences that lead you to this point in your life. 

It is entirely okay to just walk away. You’re not a bad person for not crafting labor intensive explanations that people are just going to rip apart and devalue anyways. If they think your refusal to indulge them invalidates you, that’s on them. It’s not a reflection of your actual value. It’s a reflection of their own entitled attitudes and lack of concern for your well-being.