i made this at 3 am

current hobby: becoming progressively more petty as my mom continues to misgender me and not care
  • I asked her if I looked handsome and she paused and said “you’re cute”. I asked again, and the responses? “adorable” “beautiful” “good-looking” As soon as we get down to the car I look at dad and ask “am I handsome?” and he immediately says “yes you look handsome” while mom just stands there.
  • I made like forty 80s-text callout images about respecting pronouns and demolishing transphobia that are vague enough to not be blatantly about her but specific enough that she’ll see them and know. Every day I will post 2 or 3 of those images on Facebook for everyone to see. If she confronts me about it, I’ll start tagging her on every image.
  • Dad does his best to use “he” pronouns (and gets it right like half the time), and every time he does it when mom is around I can just feel her slightest hint of exasperation.
  • At dinner when grandma and grandpa were apologizing for messing up my pronouns (right after mom was visibly annoyed and told me to stop playing games when I corrected her), I proceeded to loudly express how much it means to me that they at least try and feel remorse when they get it wrong, and that makes me feel so safe and loved. And then I glanced at mom, back to them, and kept talking.
There are so many elements that create a galaxy, perhaps this is why they remind me of you,
You have so much to you, your soul is overwhelming,
I could deep-sea dive in the essence of your spirit,
I could run for miles and not escape your love.
But there was something that terrified me, made my breathing hitch as I traced the freckles on your nose;
That maybe in time you would come to fall in love with a galaxy, just as I had done,
That maybe my essence would be swallowed up and dissolve, melting into yours and you would take it away with you,
Leaving me empty
And you fulfilled.
It was then I realized that galaxies don’t belong with constellations.
You didn’t belong with me, nor to me.
For I am but a mere cluster of stars destined to be consumed by your atmosphere.
—  solounarosa

Haunted?

its been a bit toasty where I’m at recently (where isn’t at this point though, am i right fellas) and before i went to bed, i had my window open to let that cool breeze on in, but i have wild anxiety about sleeping with my window open, so i distinctly made sure to close it before i tucked in. 

but i rustled up at like 3, and THE WINDOW WAS OPEN AGAIN whoooaaaa i know its not that spooky, but I have a weird..feature…where i for some reason maintain my complete consciousness while I sleep, and definitely would have remembered if i woke up to open the window, bc I’m always aware of myself when i sleep…also i don’t know why i would have opened it on my own bc i would be even more afraid to open it in the pitch black of night

obvious solution? night ghouls are trying to get into my room at night to take my secret supply of Swedish fish i keep under my bed pile 

anonymous asked:

Oh, I am SO glad that you're coming back! I speak for everyone in this community when I say that this blog is one of the most lovely ones and personally, my favourite. You are SO appreciated! <3 I hope you had a great time in Japan and can't wait to see you around here again <3 Yes, this blog is really loved <3

thank u so much, that really means alot! I saved this message for almost a week bc it really made my night <333 

Not to get TOO flowery and sappy here, but the world is getting to be a tougher and tougher place, so to have this little space, a little fantasy, a little escape from reality, to pour some of my creativity and enthusiasm into, and encourage others to do so, too, is a gift that gives to everyone who appreciates it, and that’s a big deal, to me, anyway <– whoa run-on sentence how DARE I? Whateva whateva i do what i want.

(Japan pics coming soon, and a cute vid of me feeing the foxes at a fox village wherein you’ll get to hear my 11 yr old girl voice wooo!)

N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S Pt. 3 // Fanfic

Modern Friends AU // Nessian

The One With The Wedding 

A/N: Wow, just wow. Just a quick thank you for the love I’ve been getting for this story that I am literally winging. I never thought I would make more then a part one so thank you to everyone requesting more. 


“I know pronounce Mr and Mrs Rhysand Velaris,” the minister exclaimed, Nesta watched from her seat as the couple made their way down the makeshift aisle. Rhys and Feyre had their wedding at night on the rooftop of Rhys townhouse, which overlooked the city. They said they wanted to be married under the stars since that’s how he proposed and how they first said “I love you” to each other. 

The wedding was small. Very small. The only people invited were Elain and Lucien, Mor, Azerial, Cassian, their father (who didn’t show up), and Nesta. “I can’t believe Feyre’s married,” Elain whispers to her husband in the row behind Nesta. “She just graduated college and now she’s married.” 

Nesta frowned and tried to ignore the pang of jealousy she was always feeling lately whenever they talked about Elain and her new baby or Feyre’s wedding. “You coming to the reception?” Nesta turns to see that the rooftop was empty and Elain was standing in the doorway waiting for her. “Are you alright, Nes?” 

“Oh yeah, I just zoned out,” she replies giving Elain the best smile she could muster as she followed her sister down in the living room. Rhys had moved all the furniture in his dining room earlier that morning making a small dance floor where he and Feyre were currently slow dancing, Mor and Cassian were trying to waltz and failing, and Lucien was pretending to dance with his daughter. 

She walked over towards the makeshift bar and poured herself a glass of the first bottle she could find. “You know, Mor and I waited years to tell each other how we felt and I regret every single day I didn’t tell her how I felt,” Azerial says, leaning against the counter next to her. 

She takes a sip of her drink to calm her nerves before turning towards him. “And your telling me this why?” she asks, not even trying to cover the bitter tone in her voice. 

He chuckles in reply. “I just don’t want you to make the same mistake I made,” he replies, she turns to see where he’s looking and see him watching Mor and Cassian. Cassian goes to dip Mor but they are both laughing too much that he almost drops her. “Now if you excuse me….” he places his drink on the counter and she watches as she makes his way to the them and cuts in taking Mors hand and pulling her close to him. Cassian scoffs jokingly before looking over at her. They make eye contact and he offers her a small smile but she turns back to her drink finishing it swiftly before exiting the room to find a bathroom. 

She’s been to Rhys house plenty of times to know where the bathroom is but she needed to get out of their or she was going to suffocate. She didn’t want to ruin her sisters big day with her jealousy but she couldn’t just sit their and watch her sisters move on with their lives while she was stuck in some sort of limbo. 

She wanders her way back onto the roof and leans against the edge, staring up at the starry night. Her mind wanders back to that night a months ago when Rhys and Feyre had just been engaged. 

“These better be delicious for all this work. Have you ever heard of premade cookie dough that you just stick in the oven?” Cassian asks, as he stirs the dry ingredients. Nesta was currently working on the mixing together the wet ingredients. 

She laughs and retorts, “It isn’t relaxing if you keep complaining.” 

“My bad,” he says, and opens his mouth to say something but the mixer he was using backfires and covers his whole shirt in the flour. He coughs through the smoke of white flour. 

“You look like the abominable snowman,” she chuckles, when the flour clears and she can see the flour covering his face and shirt. “You’re cleaning that up by the way.” 

She goes back to mixing the wet ingredients when she feels the white powder hit the side of her face. She coughs it up and glares at him. “Hey, I am cleaning it up anyways why not make a little more mess,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“What happened to “Craving fresh out of the oven cookies” and “wanting to experience a relaxing night of baking”?” she counters, while he’s distracted thinking up an answer she takes the bowl full of dry ingredients and dumps it over his head.

“Nesta Archeron, you just started a war you are not going to win,” he says, moving towards her side of the counter to shake his flour covered hair on her. 

She squeals and quickly runs away from him. He chases her finally able to grasp her waist and pull her into his chest. “Come on Nes, I just wanted to give you a hug to tell you that I appreciate you trying to teach me how to bake.” 

She struggles in his grasp, trying to free herself, but his grip around her waist tightens and he leans his head down to rest on hers allowing all the pile of flour on his head to dump onto her. 

“I can not believe you just did that. Do you know how long this is going to take to get out of my hair?” she complains, finally pulling away from him just enough to be able to glare at him. 

“How about next time you bake and I cook?” he asks. 

“If it’s going to end like this, no thanks,” she says, gesturing to the mess surrounding them. “Besides, I can cook just fine for myself.” 

He snorts in response. “Really? Is that why I constantly hear the fire alarms going off in here?” He can see the faint blush behind the white flour covering her face and smiles. “We make a make a great team. I’ll cook without setting the apartment on fire and you can bake without it looking like a tornado went off.” 

She pauses and leans towards him. He thinks shes going to kiss him but she pulls away abruptly and he can see her shields going up. What happened to make her so guarded? “It’s late, I should clean this up and go to bed.”

“Oh yeah, of course,” he says, turning to start cleaning up the mess on the counter. 

“I can do it, you should probably head back to your apartment anyways,” she says, he pauses before nodding and she can see the hurt on his face as he turns to leave.  

Nesta continues to look over the edge, her thoughts full of what ifs. What if she allowed herself to kiss him. What if she wasn’t so guarded. What if she allowed herself to be happy. To be loved by someone not related to her. She quickly shuts them down. She didn’t kiss him and that was good. No attachment. If she did kiss him and it ended up not working out then one of them would have to find a new apartment. 

“Nes?” Mor yells, Nesta turns just in time to see her new (sort of) friend in the doorway. Nesta was silently glad for the distraction. She did not want to make herself feel worse by thinking of “what ifs” “Feyre and Rhys are about to leave.” 

           I-Think-We-All-Know-I-Am-Going-To-Continue-So-I-Won’t-Bother-
                                           Trying-To-Be-Mysterious 

Wow… two updates in one day. I am pretty proud of myself tbh 

10

Understanding Emotional Abuse, I saw these and I went through 15 images. As I went through all of these were arguments that had actually happened to me, over a 3 year period this is what I went through on a daily basis. Everyone of these images are things that I “did”, after a while I stopped arguing (which made it worse). I gave up on myself, I lost interest in my life, I was there for my daughter.

Emotional abuse makes anyone feel like crap, this is something that can happen to men or women. Never forget that emotional abuse can do as much damage as physical, and I am only just starting to consider trusting again. But the self hate is something that won’t go away as easily.

Tarch’s Old Fanarts - Day 50
Title: The End
Date: 22nd February 2014

Not a fanart, I know. It’s not mine either. I do not know who made this, but this landed in my inbox the day I left Tumblr.

Why am I posting this? Because what the picture says is true. :)
If you’re going through a struggle, don’t give up! Keep searching for the light, for I can guarantee you it is out there somewhere. I found it myself. :)

And on this note ends this series. Thank you for following it! I hope you enjoyed it! :)

anonymous asked:

Just a question because I'm new to the fandom ^-^ why is the ship called 'Zerover' I get the 'zero' post but I am confused on the 'ver'

I’m glad you come to ask me, >w< but In fact, I’m kinda new here too, when I arrived at fandom that ship already had that name and I just follow it, but idk how or who made it :o 
I wish to know too <3 ; - ;

I never want to see another map as long as I live.

“Zach, loads of people have made Sornieth world maps! Just use theirs!”

NO. FOOL.

I needed my own so I could plot where all of my clans are.

Anyway, here’s my Sornieth map. I spent all night on it, and I am suffering. PLEASE full view, otherwise you won’t know what the sweet heck I’m talking about.

1. Feldspar Village
2. Clan Asclepius
3. Clan Imperator
4. Darkroot Garden/Circus
5. Clan SOMA
6. The Warren
7. Clan Kairos
8. Murkbottom
9. Spellwall Isle
10. Clan Aether
11. Oasis HQ
12. The unnamed fishing village where Jìng tutored Seaglass
13. Painting Guardians

anonymous asked:

Your enthusiasm made me buy the earlier 3 mass effect games (I already owned Andromeda) so I could understand it all - no regrets at all! It's such a beautiful and rich world! Also, Garrus ftw <3

OMFGGGG????? FOR REAL???!!!!! THAT IS SO RAD I’m jaZzed I could spread the pain that is the original trilogy!!!!!! i hope the series smashed ur heart as much as it smashed mine bc imo we all need some sweet sweet angst in our lives

PS SO UR TEAM ALIEN FUCKR HuH???????/ AM I THE ONLY ONE ON TEAM ALENKO AROUND HERE????????

3 months ago, I didn’t know who the hell was Dalmation Albarnyards and his gang of droogs
— 

I SAID THIS (3 months before getting lost in his musical mess)

This has to be one of my favorite quotes ever said by me omg

emilytheneko13  asked:

I am a HUGE fan of your work! Literally, when I found your DeviantART, I was in a dark place. Finding your gallery was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and it even helped me drag myself out of that dark place so I could start drawing and writing again. You will always be one of my favorites and I hope you have a wonderful day <3

YOU ARE WAY TOO AWESOME AND I THANK YOU VERY MUCH! Seriously, this message made me feel so happy. I wish you a wonderful day (or night, depending on where you are)!!

Tagged by  @b-j-d

So the rules are to answer the questions I ask you and to add 11 more questions for the people you tag

THANKS @b-j-d xx

Questions:

1. If you could be an animal for a full 24 hours, which animal would you be?

Definitely a dog.   I am dying to know what they are thinking and honestly they are just pure joy.

2. Have you ever lived outside of your home country?

Never lived anywhere but Canada.

3. If someone made a movie about your life, who is playing your mom and your worst enemy?

Oh boy tough one.   I think Susan Sarandon for my mom, and Angelina Jolie for worst enemy just because she could probably play it so well. 

4. White or Wheat?

Usually whole wheat, except hot and hamburger buns because it tastes like cardboard.  Until I find a good brand, I buy the white.

5. What is the best book you have ever read?

Ok, I have a degree in English Literature and Theatre Arts – do you KNOW how many books I’ve read???  I think all but 4 on the top 100 You Must Read List.  So it’s impossible almost.   Pride and Prejudice is a fave.  The Great Gatsby.   To Kill A Mockingbird.   I love Stephen King because he is so good, but not my usual genre.   Paradise Lost by Milton is an outstanding poetic achievement.   Sheer emotional impact I’d have to go with The Color Purple. 

6. Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pine, or Chris Pratt? Why?

Oh!  Of all the evil questions!   Gotta go with my fave superhero!

Chris Evans FTW

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination


7. You are allowed to switch lives with any superhero/villain that you want, who is it and why?

Definitely Black Widow.

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog


8. Are there any goals that you’ve wanted to set, but haven’t?

I want to be published author and still haven’t achieved that.    But I am writing every day and just working hard!  Just have to find and commit to that ONE story. 

9. The top 3 most influential people in your life are coming to dinner. What do you make them?

I make a damn good lasagna and Cesar salad with  MILs secret dressing.

10. Would you be willing to throw away your current life, for your dream job?

Nope.  That would mean giving up my hubby and children and no matter what, they are the most important thing.  And I did leave my job to be home for them. 

11.  Explain one mythical creature you believe in and why?

Fairies.   I’m not going to be the cause of Tinkerbell’s death, ya feel me?

Originally posted by mundollenodenada

MY QUESTIONS:

1.   Would you ever be on a Reality TV show?

2.    Have you ever met a favourite celebrity?

3.    Your  friend calls early in the morning asking you to go on an impromptu weekend road trip – do you go?

4.   Most prized possession?

5.    Tom Cruise, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hardy, or Tom Hanks?

6.   Favourite dessert?

7.    Your BFF went home with someone not her SO and needs you to cover for her — do you lie?

8.   Your go to mood lifter song?

9.    Dark and twisted or happily ever after?

10.   Do you paint your toenails?

11.   You can teleport anywhere - where do you go?


Play along if you like!  @brinabear458, @banes-tshirt, @badassbaker, @captstefanbrandt, @thihaf

anonymous asked:

So I am jumping up and down. The secret project was build your wings on the way down and I am so sorry for the tiny twinges of annoyance at the fact that you were doing this before caso, because I've been so excited to see this for so long and now it's here and I need to go reread it from the beginning. Thank you so much ahhh!!!! Such a good Sunday, wow, you've made both last week and this coming week amazing and I haven't even read it yet!

AW THANK YOU!! I hope you like it! <3

THANK YOU

PASTEL-NET IS CLOSING

As you all may or may not have noticed, pastel-net has been fairly quiet recently, and new additions to the tag have also been steadily declining. Pastel-net has grown to become one of the biggest networks for pastel-themed blogs to come together and share their interests! It grew rapidly, and soon grew to be so large (200+ members) that the decision was made to move pastel-net to another blog (as a sideblog), making it easier to add admins or moderators that would help the blog flourish. Over 3+ years, 6 admins, and numerous attempts at reviving the group chat (..enough said), I have been proud and happy to serve as the admin of this blog.

With that being said, I am also the only current admin of pastel-net. My blog styles have shifted beyond pastel, and so have many ex-members (and even ex-admins). Although I announce this with a heavy heart, I truly do believe that it is for the best. It may seem like a surprise to some, but this has truly been a long time in the making (over a year..), and I apologize to any that feel blindsided or upset by this fact. This network blog will be left up, as it represents a culmination of some of the greatest works on pastel tumblr circa 2016. This network will not be deleted, nor will it accept any new members. Works tagged with #pastel.net will no longer be reblogged to this network, and this blog will no longer be updated. Asks about the active network will not be answered, although if you wish for us to do anything regarding us closing, please let us know! (Removal from the members’ page, deletion of works, etc.) We will try our best to accomodate for the network shutdown.

This decision is final. This blog will not be given away to another admin. If, someday in the future, this url is wanted, then feel free to message this blog - we can discuss that. I have queued this post over a while, and I hope you can all like and/or reblog it to show that you have read it, although it is not necessary. From the bottom of my heart, I truly wish you all the best. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

Your headcanon abt Elita feeling the effects of a degenerative disease hit me close to home and also made me smile. the female line of my family suffers from a still completely unknown disease similar to MS and a rare bone issue (but isn't either of them, we checked abt seven times). It shows earlier with each generation. My sis is already showing the signs at 13. It does my heart good to see an empress like Elita headcanoned with something similar but still badass af. thank you so much! <3 :)

「 OOC. 」

Thank-you so much — you have just paid me one of the largest compliments I have ever received, and I am so incredibly honoured and humbled to read this.

I also want to extend tremendous amounts of support and good vibes to your sister, and other members of your family. I couldn’t even imagine having to live with something like that, and they are so incredibly strong. I hope they know that — on the days where strength falters — that they can do it. That they are part of my inspiration, and many others.

For me, this headcanon is perhaps the most personal one I have for her, one that I based off my sister who has an auto-immune disease ( one she was diagnosed with before she was even two years old ) — but also in part to others I have known who have MS ( which is what makes your ask that much more humbling for me ), and also a related physical ailment / disability I have, and am managing.

I have seen first hand the amount of strength displayed by these individuals, and in my own way I wanted to pay homage to that; I wanted someone whom I idolized as a symbol of strength to have a similar set back — and work to overcome the adversity. Most importantly I wanted to make an example? That despite having whatever hinderance, you can still find strength in yourself, and still be badass as  f u c k.

So yeah, I just…. I’m actually really emotional over this, and I can’t properly convey everything I feel right now in words alone. Thank-you, so so so much <3

anonymous asked:

If you're paying attention and I am sorry to say I am paying close attention you can put the puzzle pieces of what was happening in 2014 and 2015 within that band: 1) harry has a separate team and is marketed to be gift sent from god and everyone was made to believe he is the new great thing 2) in light of this Harry and his new team suggest breaking late 2014 3) Louis Liam and Niall are against it, while ZAYN would have welcomed the break as he's stressed out and starving himself (cont)

(Cont)4) This causes division within the band and I remember zayns quote from his book talking about difficult time march 2015 and saying “everything that was going on within the band at that time” was stressful for him 5) zayn can’t take those turbulences (sensitive soul :)) anymore and leaves 5) ot3 know they cannot continue without z and h and agree to “hiatus” and negotiate to finish the tour and the album and call it quits. Now that’s just my interpretation of bits and pieces they all said


Hi anon! 

I wish I’d been a fan then so I had memories of what the fandom was like at that time…

I know some people (not you, but in the fandom) still claim this is just “narrative,” and “Harry loves his boys!” But Niall, Liam, Louis, and Harry all have new teams. They’re on new labels. What they’re saying all matches and fits together. Liam has been throwing Harry shade. Louis definitely makes some shady comments here. Niall even did the chain thing with Liam. Harry wasn’t in the jumping photo. I don’t get how some people still think this is all some made up story. Do people really think four teams came together from competing labels and said, “Yeah, let’s make up this story!”

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.