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mainblog-notactualblog  asked:

Hi! I love your blog and its Wolfstar and Marauders goodliness. I was wondering if there are any "Harry finds out about Sirius and Remus" fics that you recommend?

Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my blend of fluff and shitposts :)

I do indeed have some recs for you! I’ve grouped them by how Harry finds out:

Has To Be Told Directly Because He Is That Oblivious To All The Gay

Lying Low for Christmas- Harry visits Remus and Sirius for the holidays. This is my favorite one, from @ladyamina so you know it’s good.

Lupin, Who Was Staying In The House With Sirius- A short but cute ficlet where Ron’s the clueless one.

Good Thing- Sirius overhears Remus and Harry saying cute things about him.

Catches Them Boning

Lord of Misrule- A mix of current events over the holidays and flashbacks to the marauders at Hogwarts.

You’re A King And I’m A Lionheart- Remus lends Harry some of his memories of Lily’s wedding without realizing that they’re a bit more revealing than he remembered.

The Prodigal- Sirius comes back from the veil and everyone finds out about wolfstar when they start making out in front of everyone. The boning comes later.

Finding Sirius- After Sirius’ death, Harry visits Remus, takes a peek into his pensieve, is traumatized.

Finds Out Via Letters/Keepsakes

Happiness Like Water- Post-war, Harry finds a notebook where Sirius and Remus recorded their feelings for each other. Features Drarry.

Mr. Rule 614- The Golden Trio investigates why there’s a rule banning non-quidditch players from the locker rooms.

Awkward Sex and Dating Talks

The Talk- Sirius tries and fails to give Harry contraceptive advice.

Definitely Not- Harry asks Sirius, renown ladies man, for dating advice, while Remus just so happens to be visiting.

Technicalities- Sirius has to specifically mention Remus’ junk before Harry understands what he means when he says he doesn’t have much advice on dating girls.

Something Different

Waking Up- A longer fic. Sirius and Remus weren’t together before he died, but once Hermione brings him back, they sort out their feelings for each other, despite the fact that Remus has a boyfriend now, and Harry thinks they’re just bros having bro problems.

Wine and Magic- After Sirius’ death, everyone shoves pictures and likenesses of Sirius in Remus’ face until he cries

Crush- Harry eavesdrops on Sirius and Remus discussing why Harry hasn’t warmed up to Remus.

dear joshua dun,

thank you joshua.

thank you for understanding what i’m going through. i have anxiety too, you’re not alone. nobody here back home understands because nobody but me has anxiety in this little town i live in.

you get what it’s like to have that thought in the back of your head that whispers, “you’re not good enough. you’ll never be good enough. you’ll never be close to enough. everyone’s judging you. you don’t deserve all your friends. in fact, they’re not even your friends. they hate you. they just keep you around because they pity you. oh, and your best friend? he’s just using you. ever wonder why he always calls you his body guard and stopped saying ‘i love you’?”

you get that.

sometimes i feel alone in my problems, but i look at you. i REALLY look up to you. a lot. almost too much. you’re honestly my hero.

i could be calling anyone my hero. superman, john cena, my dad, my grandpa, my mom, one of my 47 cousins, i don’t know, anyone.

but i chose you, joshua william dun. you’ve really helped me through a lot. tyler does too, but right now, the focus isn’t on tyler, it’s on you for a change. now i’m gonna share a story if that’s okay with you.

a few years ago, i was called on stage with my friend. i hate being on stage. everyone’s always looking at me and stuff. so i got really, really anxious and i fainted. people didn’t understand how bad this awful monster in my head named anxiety is so they made fun of me for passing out. they started calling me goat. because when goats get scared, what do they do? pass out, flat down on their backs, legs in the air. well i didn’t have my legs in the air. but you get the idea.

anxiety eats you alive. and you understand that. you understand what i’m going through. THAT’S what i love about you. i know you prefer “respect” over “love” because “love” is more personal, but i do love you, but in a different way. there’s more than one kind of love, i do believe. i don’t love you because you’re “cute” or “hot” or whatever most of those girls nowadays call you (that isn’t even love, that’s lust. gross.), i love you because you understand. you understand, you listen, you care. i HATE that you get overlooked or taken advantage of sometimes, all because you’re very kind and trustworthy. people SHOULD NOT do that. you hear our stories too, you feel our pain too. and thank you for listening when we need it, and helping to build us up when we’re down, i really appreciate that.

i respect you with everything i have. you’re my role model, my idol, my hero, everything i aspire to be. i love you, i honestly do.

you’ll often find on my media platforms, i’ll call you my “superhero without a cape” – a lot. whenever i type “my”, my phone’s predictive thing always suggests “superhero” as the next word because i call you my superhero so much.

heck, i hardly refer to you as “josh”; i call you joshua. i guess it’s because i find it the most respectful way to address the man i look up to so much.

one of the major reasons i look up to and respect you so much, is because of the things you do almost every night. i’d imagine that preforming onstage in front of tens of thousands of people is pretty anxiety-triggering, i get uneasy just thinking about it. but you still overcome your anxiety and preform those shows with such a strong presence, and i find that so empowering. it motivates me to keep fighting my demons too, even when i feel like i’m not strong enough, or just not enough in general. sometimes even just thinking of you overpowering your anxiety – or just thinking of you – helps when i start to get a panic or anxiety attack. i couldn’t be more grateful that you strengthen and impact me in so many ways without even having a personal relationship with me. that’s pretty darn amazing, of you ask me.

now, one of the reasons why i love you. you’re human. you’re flawed. you’re not too different from me. you’re not a god. you’re a human. you’re not greater nor lesser than me, just like everybody else. and that’s one of the most lovable things about you; you’re human. you make mistakes. you’re not a perfect person. you’re not flawless. but you’re still amazing.

you’re talented and introspective and you have an artist’s mind, you’re amazing at what you do and i couldn’t imagine anyone else doing what you do. you see the world in a splash of color, you don’t see the night sky as black, but as blue with swirls of purple and red. you’re open-minded and intelligent in more ways than one. you inspire me, and so many other people.

you’re an amazing person. you are incredible, and you’re worth every fan you have. you deserve every second you spend on stage, every song played on the radio. don’t stop doing what you’re doing, don’t stop fighting. you’re good enough – you’re more than enough, joshua. i respect you and i love you, and don’t you forget it. keep it up, superhero.

thank you for taking the time to read this, i know it’s long, i’m very sorry. but thank you for saving so many lives and impacting so many people.

love,
eve, from michigan

Is This What You Wanted Part 2

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Angst, a little heartbreak in this one

Word Count: 702

Request: Tony stark x reader? One where they’ve been dating for a while but he gets stand offish putting his walls up so she confronts him.. he tells her he’s afraid to love again because he doesn’t want his heart broken cause of everything he’s been through. She promises she’s not going anywhere and she asks him to marry her.

Summary: Tony all of a sudden starts distancing himself from you and your relationship, leaving you to wonder what it is you did.

A/N: Okay so this part deviates almost completely from the second half of this request but I promise there is still more to come !! 

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED MASTERPOST


I sat on the end of the bed, my hands shaking in my lap as I stared at the open suitcase lying in front of the closet. I’d been fine as I pulled it off the top shelf and laid it on the floor, I’d been fine unzipping it. The weight of my decision didn’t sink in right up until I was getting ready to start packing, that was when I’d broken down for the second time tonight.

Driving home I had thought that I was clear on what I wanted to do, that leaving was the best option when it was obvious Tony was trying desperately to push me out of every aspect of his life; it was the logical thing to do. But now that I was back here in our room, a mix of his things and mine the decision had become more foggy. I loved him.  

I took a shaky breath, rubbing the backs of my hands over my eyes as my bottom lip quivered with barely contained emotion. Half of me wanted to just crawl into bed, forgetting about tonight and hoping that Tony would come back to me sooner rather than later, the other half wanted to run as far as possible and never look back.

Standing up from the bed I walked over to where I’d left my bag, pulling a stack of clothes from the hangers before dumping them into the bottom of the case, not bothered if they were folded or not. I continued on like this until my half of the closet was empty, the only things left being a few dresses I had no reason to take with me. Zipping the case closed I pulled the handle up, moving straight for the door when it swung in, Tony standing there with his eyes glued to the tablet in his hand.

The breath hitched in my throat, my movements halting the same time he looked up. I couldn’t quite meet his gaze but I knew he was looking from the makeup still smudged on my cheeks to the suitcase by my side, the dress I’d been wearing earlier discarded on the floor by the foot of the bed.
“Where are you going?” He asked, voice quieter than normal.

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Finally! a dad of color portrayed as supportive!!

Ya’ll can we press pause for a second and just acknowledge how supportive Sana’s dad is??? Like literally shattering the stereotype that all poc fathers are abusive and want their daughters to stay home and be housewives. 

I can’t believe how many stereotypes revolve around that.

 Even I still get that from my grandparents sometimes, “oh no don’t go for that job. How will you take care of your own children?” It’s really nice to see this in SKAM. Especially after watching that wonderful supportive moment between Sana and her brother. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teen drama where the parents are actually supportive like this. Much less a poc. 

Not all stories need extra “drama” revolving around overused stereotypes that add nothing to the story except an added eye roll of “oh look a plot device I’ve seen in every other show I’ve watched this year”. 

Man, I love Sana’s season so much. 

Originally posted by dailyskyfox

naomiisenju  asked:

H-Hello?I follow your work for a long time, and I want to say that you are so beautiful! I fell in love with your work as soon as I saw her. This artistic style, these colors, it's all so wonderful! I love what you do! I lo-love you! Thanks for all! (。・//ε//・。)

thanks dear <3

awakeforjin  asked:

Hi! Just want to say thanks for the constant updating you do, it's much appreciated! You're always one of the first sites I visit whenever I need to find a picture of BTS and y'all always come through :)

/sobs/ Thanks so much for trusting us and coming to us to get your fill of BTS. ^^ We’re happy we can be that outlet for you! And thank you so much for this message– it really means a lot and it’s so nice to hear from you all! Have a wonderful day/night~ <3
- Kristi

anonymous asked:

I ended up becoming good friends with the bartender I work with. We ended up hanging out a couple of times late at night and it was obvious that we both wanted to have sex. We were laying on his bed watching a movie and he stops it and starts making out with me. Running his hands on my body, and kissing me lower and lower. I was loving it but I felt so guilty because I have a boyfriend. He kept playing with my skirt, wanting to rip it off. We ended up just making out but I still wonder...

secretkinkycontortionist  asked:

If your still open to build requests? I was wondering if you could build a legacy house for me?

I’m always open to them but I don’t consider a lot of them, to be honest. Or else I’d be building nonstop with no time to play, haha. I’m actually working on a large legacy home right now because that’s all I’ve gotten requests for 😛I’ll be posting it in the morning. It’s probably the best home I’ve ever made and biggest! So hang tight, and if it genuinely doesn’t fit your fancy let me know and I’ll see if I can whip you something up. ❤️

The Shelby’s Burden [part 2]

Request: [part 2] I LOVE the Shelbys Burden! But I was wondering too if you could do a second part where she gets into a relationship with Isaiah and she tells him she feels like a burden and he comforts her?

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

Turning eighteen was a huge milestone for you, mainly because you thought back to how your life was, and how it could have been if your biological father never dropped you off at Polly’s.

You smiled at all your family as they cheered after you had blown out all the candles of your birthday cake. You wished for your negative feelings about your place in the family to finally go away as you were an adult now. Aunt Polly began to cut the cake, giving the first slices to you and your nieces and nephews first.

You looked around at your family again, barely touching the cake in front of you. They were smiling, talking amongst each other. John and Esmè were as happy as ever while being occupied with another pregnancy. Tommy and Grace were giggling in the corner of the kitchen while Tommy bounced Charlie in his arms. Ada, Lizzie, Finn, and Michael sat around the table with you while talking about going out for the night or not. Arthur and Linda sat quietly, Linda whispering every so often into his ear and Arthur just nodding along.

Your family was happy, but you couldn’t comprehend why you weren’t too.

You weren’t sure why you kept bring youself down by thinking you didn’t belong, and that your family didn’t love you, you were sure they did.

Y/N,” Finn laughed, calling your name for the second time. You turned your attention to your brother, smiling to mask your doubts.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you wanted to go to the Garrison tonight?” Finn asked while chewing on his piece of cake.

“Or we can stay in,” Ada told you after noticing your hesitation. You smiled again and shrugged.

“The Garrison sounds fine.”


Your entire family went to the Garrison an hour later. A trusted friend was taking care of the children and as soon as you all entered the pub, everyone began to leave tables empty for you. Tommy ordered drinks while you spotted your boyfriend from across the pub. He made his way towards you with the biggest of smiles.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Isaiah yelled over the loud chatter of the crowded pub. You smiled and engulfed your boyfriend of a couple months in a hug. Your brothers and Polly watched with unimpressed eyes. When Isaiah had first asked you on a date, you decided it was best not to hide it from your family. They only really allowed you to date a Peaky Blinder because you were honest with them about the relationship and Isaiah was a trusted friend, more like a brother to the men in your family.

Michael sighed, cutting between you and Isaiah to separate your hug. You rolled your eyes, it was typical of Michael and Finn to constantly ruin a moment for you and Isaiah as they had felt the most weary about the relationship than the rest of the family and it was only because Finn and Michael were closest to Isaiah.

“Here then,” Michael handed you and Isaiah a glass of champagne. “To Y/N!” Michael yelled over he loud voices of the bar and raised his glass. You smiled as the rest of your family followed suit, including Isaiah.

After a round of everyone hugging you and drunkily kissing your cheeks, you were finally left alone with Isaiah in the private room. The door was open as to not alarm your family and you sat side by side. You were playing with Isaiah’s fingers that was placed on your lap, and you felt his stare on the side of your face.

“Stop staring, Isaiah.” You mumbled, feeling tipsy from the glasses of champagne that kept coming your way.

“Not until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

You looked over at Isaiah, your eyebrows pulling together. He always did know when you were in a mood and you thought it was a gift as no one else would be able to tell when you were down. Isaiah wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, he was barely tipsy. He had only drank rum before you arrived, and to show your family he cared for you, he stopped drinking and substituted drinks for cigars.

“How do you always do that?” You turned your gaze back to your lap, your shoulders slacking.

“Because I know my girlfriend. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” Isaiah gripped onto your fiddling fingers, interwining your hands. You looked up at him, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears and looked away again, muttering under your breath.

“It’s silly.”

Isaiah squeezed your hand in his, releasing your hand and moving his arm to curl around your shoulders. “It’s not silly if you’re going to cry over it. Please tell me, Y/N. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked up again, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. You rolled your eyes and rubbed the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Y/N,” Isaiah pulled you closer to him. He had little experience with girlfriends, let alone comforting one, but as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s beautiful face become sad with tears: he knew exactly what to do.

Be there for you as best as he could.

“My biological mother visited me,” you cried. Isaiah pulled away from you slightly, eyes wide. “It wasn’t recent,” you told him. He nodded, beckoning you to continue. “It was three years ago, she said awful things to me and I,” you shook your head, placing your head on Isaiah’s shoulder, welcoming the warmth of the close proximity your bodies brought to each other. Isaiah rubbed you back, letting you know you were okay.

“I think the woman was right,” you finally choked out. Although Isaiah was still unsure of what you spoke about, he pulled you even closer as sobs escaped you. “I’m just a bastard child, a burden to my family, to Polly.”

Isaiah pulled away completely and you missed his body against yours. He faced his body towards you, placing his hands on either side of your waist so that you could look at him. Isaiah looked disappointed.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Isaiah’s voice rose slightly.

Because,” you cried. “Aunt Polly has Michael now, her son. And to my brothers, I’m just Arthur Shelby’s bastard, born from a whore.” You placed your hands over your face, embarrasment riddling you. “They all have their own families now, I’m just here. Floating in the family like a stranger.”

“Y/N,” Isaiah cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t you dare say that. I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but fuck your biological mother for being a swine and telling you things that aren’t true.”

You looked at Isaiah through your tears.

“Look,” he said. He twisted your face to look out of the open door to see your family laughing loudly and getting drunk off their asses. “What do you think they’re here for? They’re here to celebrate your birthday.”

You felt your shoulders relax and your tears stop. You suddenly felt foolish for crying over something a woman who wanted nothing to do with you in the first place said. You looked back out the door, and felt Isaiah kiss your cheek gently.

“You’re right where you belong, Y/N.”

You looked at Isaiah as he handed you his handkercheif. You wiped your tears away.

“You’re family loves you, all they ever have to say about you is good things.”

“Really?” Your smile widened. Isaiah nodded, a smile forming on his own face.

“Really.”

You leaned into your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and drunkily kissing his plump lips. He held onto your waist, kissing you back with as much passion. He leaned his forehead against yours, his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he thought of what he’s been wanting to tell you since you started dating.

“I love you, Y/N. You will never be a burden to me either.”

You gasped looking at your boyfriend with a blush and a big smile. “I love you.” You leaned in and kissed Isaiah once again. This kiss was far more intimate than any you have shared with him before, and you found youself ready to give him a piece of your heart. You were lucky to have caught the eye of Isaiah Jesus, but he felt like the lucky one too.

“Y/N!” Tommy interrupted your kiss and both you and Isaiah jumped away from each other. Tommy was too drunk to really process what was going on, but Grace smiled at you from over Tommy’s shoulder. “Come out here, your missing your party.”

You looked at Isaiah, giving him one last hug before you sprang to your feet and englufed your brother in a hug. His drink spilled slightly and he extended the cigar he was holding out of your way, hugging you back.

“I love you so much, Tommy.” You mumbled into his shoulder. He smiled, patting your head as he told you he loved you just the same. Grace smiled at Isaiah, wondering how you had gotten in such a better mood than a couple of hours ago. You then englufed Grace into a hug and told her how much you loved her too.

Soon, you had hugged everyone and told them how much they meant to you and that you loved them. They all just figured you were incredibly drunk and in a good mood because it was your birthday.

But you had actually come to the realization that you weren’t a burden, and were hardly a bastard child.

You were a Shelby, inside and out.


a/n; (Isaiah has been added if you want to request an imagine with him.) So I really liked the anon’s request and wrote this right away… I should probably start doing my requests in order! -e

@soclose-sofaraway
@laurercohan
@decaffeinatedeaglefart
@thinemineours
@onceitoowasinnocent
@feminist-daydreamer
@mashdown13
@thinkingsofamadwoman

I think I’m done. This fandom is showing me nothing but homophobia, sexism, racism, ignorance when it comes to basic human rights and mental health issues and hatred and reminds me a little bit too much of the real world. I really don’t want to be a part of that anymore. I’m going to support the idols I love but I can do that without all that bullshit. 

Some beautiful things that I saw during my wonderful time in the KPOP fandom:

« Hating a group because you don’t like the group and your group is better!!!11
« The sentence “I don’t care in which way they remember me, as long as they remember me.” You’re crazy.
« Hating on idols with passion because you don’t like them, being literally obsessed.
« Cyber bullying at it’s finest. 
« Blaming idols for sponsoring and sexual abuse, saying that it’s their own fault.
« Sexual abuse in general. Stop touching people you don’t have the permission to touch.
« Hating on Junsu because he is trying out an androgynous concept and should stop acting so “gay”.
« Also people hating on Hani and Junsu because how dare they falling in love.
« Hating on Hani in general because “she’s just famous because of her fancam and untalented” and bla bla bla, get a life.
« Still being stuck in the TVXQ vs JYJ war and thinking because you hate on TVXQ/JYJ your idols do the same. And when they don’t you’re “so disappointed” because how could they forget all that happened??? Why aren’t they full of hatred like my sorry ass????
« By the way, people actually not going to Jaejoongs concert because he could be friends with Yunho. Horrible. 
« Men and women apparently can’t be friends, they are always dating. Being friends with the opposite sex is impossible.
« Hating someone so much you fantasize about killing them. Maybe it’s time to find some help.
« Stalking your idols every move. Yes, it’s wrong.
« People hating on other fans because how dare they support more than one group?
« Jaejoong being hated on for being such an “attention whore” that’s constantly crying. Oh guys, I really love it when people call mentally il people who suffer from depression attention whores. Just lovely.
« Actual Jaejoong “fans” hating on Jaejoong for doing something girly or “gay” or literally hating his sister for posting a picture of Jaejoong where he is photoshopped as a woman. Because “Jaejoong, people will think you’re a gay” or “Stop with all that girly stuff I liked your manly army self more!” Congratulations. You push gender roles on people and manage to shit on the lgbtq+ community while you’re going.
« Calling Yunho “Jaesexual” or being upset about Jaejoong topping Yunho, because yeah right that’s what’s important. Also none of your fucking business. And yes you ship them but you’re still homophobic af. 
« Making Jaejoong believe that he owns his fans something. When an idol asks fans in a serious way if it’s okay to do something you should immediately know that something is really really wrong here. 
« Saying that Jaejoong has to return to the right path because he’s friends with Hong Seok Chun and obviously supports lgbtq+ rights. Because being friends with somebody who’s gay is bad. And fighting for lgbtq+ rights? Bad as well. 
« People actually wanting for Yunjae to be outed (or their OTP in general). Apart from whether they are a real couple or not do you know what this means? No apparently not, or you wouldn’t ask for shit like that. Because let me tell you, they would not only lose their career and be hated on, they would probably have to go to prison for a few years because having sexual intercourse with another man while serving in the korean army is illegal and after these lovely years in prison they would most likely kill themselves because everybody hates them. Great. What a tragic love story I hope you’re happy with that outcome. 
« People hating on every woman they see because the are with the person you “love" or because they destroy your oh so beloved OTP. 
« Seeing everyone as straight by default. 
« Seeing everyone as gay by default.
« Ignoring bisexuality like it’s the plague and calling it nasty being attracted to men and women. 
« Also asking the “When will you get married” question ten times in a row and ignoring “I don’t want to get married”.
« Making fun of Changmin because he doesn’t want to get married. 
« Posting the personal information of Yoochun’s fiancé, hating on her and having the audacity to call her an attention whore, while they are clearly stalkers. 
« Hating on Yunho because he’s gaining weight. 
« Body shaming in general, because it’s none of your business if Red Velvet gained weight or if Ailee “eats too much”. 
« Body shaming so hard that a lot of people are actually starving themselves and start to hate their own bodies.
« Ignoring that the entertainment industry treats idols like shit. They are famous so they have no right to ask for a fair amount of money, a little bit of time for themselves and fair treatment. Yeah, fuck you too. 
« Hating on girl groups, because well… they are girl groups. 
« Whitewashing the shit out of idols, like they look sooo much better when they blind your fucking face. 
« Hating on dark skinned idols, because they look dirty.
« Being disgustingly vocal about sexual stuff you want to do to “your oppa”. 
« Posting personal stuff about idols and their families.
« Slut shaming. But when a guy flashes his sexy abs it’s “so hot!!!!111″
« “I only like asians they are so exotic!!!111″ :///
« and a thousand other beautiful things I thankfully can’t think of right now. But let’s be honest that’s already enough and I just don’t want to deal with it any longer.

She texted him. “Hey I’m coming to your work on Thursday.” She wrote. “Oh awesome.” He replied within 5 minutes. She thought for a minute. “Will you be working that day?” She wrote back. “No, sadly.” He quickly replied. She wondered what this meant. She asked all of her friends. Maybe he really liked his job? Or maybe he was sad that he wouldn’t get to see her? Who knows. But that definitely left her mind wondering if he feels the same way or not.
—  texting // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13

anonymous asked:

i was wondering if you could do a soulmate au where the first thing they say to you is tattoo'd on you with yondu, and his first thing is something super cocky or flirty and the reader gets all nervous, thanks, i love all your things btw

AAAAAAWWWWWW OF COURSE OMG THIS IS CUTE XD IMAGINE READER BLUSHING XD

dailyshinycutiefly said: I love u croaks feels better

Anonymous said: Croagunk is best frog boi

s1yf0x said: Do you actually understand how much I love the frog boi? Like??

oh! your wonderful words have made him feel a lot better!!

he is happy to inform everybody that he and his egg friend will be posting again!!

thank you so much for your kindness and patience!! ♡ ♡ ♡

anonymous asked:

sorry if this is long.. I'm 17 y/o and I've been questioning my sexuality since I was about 14. I've never kissed anyone before but I think I might still be bi? thinking back to my past i remember when I was like 10 I used to tell my female friend that if I were a boy I'd want to date her etc etc, and I remember having a crush on a girl online a few years back. I'm not sure if this makes me bi, I'm too scared to come out in fear that I'll later realize Im straight, but I really just dont know +

+ I don’t know if I’m just lonely and wanting to date anyone or what, but I also feel demisexual so I can’t really “experiment” with stuff like that. this is all just confusing and im sorry this isn’t really a question, I’m just tired of constantly wondering about it. thanks for your help, I really love your blog ❤️

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You don’t have to experiment or have any experience to be bi and to claim that label with confidence! If you’ve had a crush on a girl and also experience attraction to guys/nb genders, you can definitely identify as bisexual. A lot of bi people struggle with self-doubt and fearing that they are straight and tricking themselves, or just lonely and desperate, but the truth is that a straight person, no matter how lonely, will not suddenly be willing to date people of a gender they aren’t attracted to! It’s okay to be unsure and to not want to use a label and come out, but you can also definitely use the label even if you still experience self-doubt!

anonymous asked:

Of all the pro-life blogs I've visited, yours seems to be the MOST pro-life, and I love it for that. You don't take no for an answer, and there's no room in your pro-life argument for ifs, ands, or buts. You make no exceptions, because when it comes to human life, there ARE no exceptions. A lot of pro-life blogs I've visited often do make exceptions, which turns me away from them, but not your blog. God bless, and keep up your wonderful work!

Thank you for your kind words. I hope that my pro-life beliefs also carry out in love for the mother and abortion workers as well, and in other topics such as ableism. I just want people to be treated with dignity and love. (Even if I fail at it myself)

anonymous asked:

Hi, first of all, I love your artwork. Second of all, what do you do as a job? I saw in another ask you do something involving artwork? Thx just wondering ❤️❤️

I’m a lead animator right now, it’s mostly to do with young children’s tv though so it’s not expecially like, anything worth showing off haha

anonymous asked:

Hey Kayla, I've been just wondering how you're doing, is everything ok, have we helped you in overcoming your artist block with our joint effort lol, do you feel inspired now to draw more batfam goodness as always? If so, I'm happy for you because you're so gifted and unique artist and I wish you all the best because you deserve it! Love you!

Aww you’re so sweet! :) I have for sure been inspired, just had a couple of crazy busy weeks is all! Thanks for the kind message! <3

“You must not be insecure about that,
you’ve never acted like it”
came tumbling from your lips
and I lost my ability to breathe for a moment.
All the echoes of me rose up inside me at once
while my face sat dumbfounded as I didn’t know where to start;
How to tell you of all the tears I’ve cried since we’ve been together.
All the times I looked in the mirror and wondered what was wrong with me
while my brain told me that it’s not me this time.

But you don’t see it because those were not your wounds to bear.
You’re not the first love who made it clear he wanted everyone more than me,
I was just a convenience of right now.
You are not the husband who wouldn’t touch me
Or the ones who told me I could never be enough.
You’re not the one who beat me into submission
Or the one who told me I was pretty enough for my size but I’d never made him happy.
You’re not the five that cheated and lied
Nor the ones who didn’t even try to hide it.

You are the man who makes me laugh when I want to cry
The one who helps me think straight
Who sleeps wrapped around me because next to me isn’t close enough.
You’re the one who kisses me endlessly
because the intimacy of it is worth more than everything else.
Your “not now” and “I don’t feel well today” aren’t excuses meant to wound
They are honest, real and hard truths for you to speak.
It doesn’t make them hurt less
But I keep that pain for myself because the sins of the past,
They are not yours to pay the price for.

© Courtney Turley 2017