i have connections!

anonymous asked:

right now I ID as genderqueer because gender is a Fuck. I don't know how my gender is relation so masculinity or femininity. I feel like I HAVE to choose one because when I do experience attraction it's largely just for women or otherwise fem-aligned people. I feel like I do have some connection to femininity but I don't know what exactly that is. I don't know what term to even apply to myself because I haven't seen another other sapphic & achillian and i don't know if could feasably use either

you so don’t have to pick one. like I said in the previous ask, venusic/venussexual is a good term to describe nonbinary attraction to women, and marsic/marssexual is a good term to describe nonbinary attraction to men, regardless of your own alignment. you can use both sapphic and achillean if you want! you might get grief for it but I’ll support you 💕

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I am lowkey attracted to you as a person, but am too shy to say anything. I adore the way you love music and the way you analyze the things you love. I just want you to realize that you're amazing and that you have the right to love yourself without feeling bad about it.

I think I know who’s typing this but at the same time, I have no idea who’s typing this. *thinking*

Well, brother/sister/cupcake, I am but a little bean who has nothing to give and nothing to take in this tiny little world I’ve constructed for myself. When do I ever analyze anything??? It’s a miracle I’ve gotten this far in school considering…some things.

Maybe this is why I have a connection with JJ. We’re both seemingly arrogant people who want people to remember us but in doing so, we push people away from our circle and we put ourselves down because we have too high of a expectation for what we do. And in our downfall, we find that one person, that one friend, that one small group of people who accept us and love us because of who we are, not what we’ve done.

Is that analyzing?

Send some anonymous opinions about Joey from that one thing I reblogged but am too lazy to link back to because yes

alright so 

Kubo-sensei has, in my eyes, now confirmed that Viktor and Yuuri are indeed lovers/significant others

IT’S NOT LIKE IM SURPRISED AFTER SEEING THEM LOOK AT EACH OTHER LIKE THIS AMONGST A THOUSAND OTHER THINGS 

but I know that some people still had doubts or wanted an official confirmation so wELL HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE I GUESS IT’S AS CANON AS IT GETS NOW

If you need me I’ll be over here screaming into my pillow over these two 

their love is too good to be true I owe Kubo-sensei my life

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”Have you even listened to it [Nas]?” “I have listened to it, a little bit!” “It doesn’t sound like it!” “Fuck! I have … listened to it.” “We’ll listen to him later.”

In which Isak wasn’t lying about listening to Nas at all, because had Isak known and listened closely enough, he had in fact listened to Nas even before Even had asked him, whilst he was searching for Even.

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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(fun fact: i searched the whisper photo to know who are the guys in the background and shut-your-ass that’s elijah wood i just made my everything-is-fucking-connected todd brotzman face)

imagine, for a moment, if you will:

a soulmate!au set in the voltron universe with soulmate marks of some sort (first words, names, images, random signs, whatever you want). shiro has a mark, just like a large majority of the population…

but it’s on his right arm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

You know which two actors really need to meet and share similar stories about their totally gay characters that were forced into a straight relationship for whatever reason while having this big ass crush on the male protagonist, and how much they tried to convince the writers to at least let their characters kiss the male protagonist but nothing ever came out of it? 

Tom Felton and Martin Wallström

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make me choose:

anonymous asked: sugar vs thnks fr th mmrs

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