i need like validity and shit

I’m 1000% serious though? It’s not cute what the team did when Bitty told them. I’m not out to anyone I know irl but if I decided to and they started talking about bets that they made on me I would have been mortified. A bit happy too that they didn’t outright see a problem with me, yeah, but I would have been absolutely mortified and in tears that no one felt the need to speak up about anything. Being in the closet isn’t fun. It hurts a lot. There’s no one to talk to or validate you or comfort you when shit goes south and that’s obvious to how it affected Bitty when he had to hide.

Don’t pull shit like the smh team did and make private things about it. It’ll hurt a billion times worse than if you just confront the person and ask them and offer to help them if you wait until they want to come out publicly and you just brush it off with “yeah we knew (but we did nothing to help you or act on you pain ‘cause we had a bet going)”

I just adore this concept 5sos are exploring it’s this beautiful median between ‘fuck it’ and ‘I want to change my entire life for the better’. I love that they are encouraging facing your problems head on and validating all kinds of hopeless dreamers and troubled teens but at the same time they’re saying it’s okay to feel like you just want to ignore all of your problems. It’s so important to have this ‘paradise’ where you can have a ‘permanent vacation’ for as long as you need before you are ready to confront all of your fears and problems. Support the shit out of this band and you’ll be doing yourself a favour!  

ever since posting my selfies for trans day of visibility, I’ve gotten multiple messages shitting on me for identifying as agender & still wearing ~girl~ clothes in the selfies. here is my response

nonbinary people do not need to look androgynous in order for their identity to be valid. nonbinary people do not need to have short hair & dress in masculine clothing 100% of the time in order to be taken seriously. i spent almost 20 years of my life dressing like a *girl*, & having long hair, & that is the outward appearance i have grown accustomed to having & presenting to other people. me continuing to dress & look the way i always have does not mean that my identity as an agender person is invalid. you are not only an asshole for attempting to invalidate my gender for dressing the way i do but you are also a transphobe & can fuck right off

afab, feminine presenting, nonbinary people exist & we’re just as queer as androgynous nonbinary people.

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Screw writing strong women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.

We need to talk more about allosexual aromantics who aren’t heterosexual
At this point, almost all the discourse is focused on them, or aroaces, and there are still people asking “can I be gay and aromantic”, “how can I be pansexual and aromantic” etc
We need to talk about how sexual and romantic orientations exist separately, and any combination can be had. We need to stop acting like all aros are ace, and we need to stop acting like non-het aros don’t exist. You can’t talk about queer erasure and then act like we’re not here

27 INFPs Explain Exactly How To Win Over Their Type

1. “It’s all about the conversation. Hands down, the most important thing to us is connecting, so being able to talk about anything and everything with you is absolutely crucial (and super attractive).”

2. “Be kind. Be honest. Be patient. Pay attention. If you are grounded and nurturing, but also sarcastic and rebellious then I probably already like you. All that’s left is for you to show me that you will stick it out.”

3. “Show interest, ask specific questions to unleash our thoughts, be open, non judgmental and present (we need quality time!). Know that it will take a while for us to open up and be completely comfortable.”

4. “Try to get past boring platitudes and talk about something we both find really interesting. Say something that will make me think.”

5. “Listen to me, validate my feelings, do silly shit with me and laugh over lame things. Use touch to show that you want to be more than friends. Show that you will be there for me when I need you.”

6. “The small acts of consideration go a long way. Don’t just tell me that you care – show me in the little everyday things you do.”

7. “Be real. No small talk. Be vulnerable with me because I only know how to be vulnerable, so the only way I can be in a relationship is if our emotions are raw and real.”

8. “When you first meet me, you’ll probably always have to make the first move, and need to have a desire to keep the conversation going. Small talk isn’t really a thing though, I seem to fall more for the hilarious, nonsensical conversations!”

9. “The little things are more important than the grand gestures. Hold the door open. Listen with attention. Ask about things that matter to me. Take responsibility for yourself. Be generous.”

10. “Ask me about my thoughts. I want you to know me, but sometimes I’m afraid of scaring you off with the number of odd things going on in my head.”

11. “Be a person of complete integrity. Your core values are who you are and good character will always shine from the inside out. Bonus points if you have a witty sense of humour!”

12. “Be non-judgmental and validate my feelings because I might not always have the word to know why I am feeling the way I do. But trust I have good intentions.”

13. “Be genuine and honest, I’ll figure out the rest myself.”

14. “Ask me questions. There’s a lot I want to share with you but one, I don’t know how to get started and two, I don’t want to seem annoying. So if you’re interested, act interested!”

15. “Be genuine. Don’t play the immature game of feigning disinterest; the minute you do so, I truly lose any interest. Don’t dwell on small talk. I don’t want to hear about how drunk you got at that party last weekend. My goal is to understand your core, true self and all that comes with it: fears, desires, ambitions, insecurities and passions.”

16. “Don’t be afraid to unleash your intelligence. “Talk nerdy to me” is a real thing. Intellectually stimulating conversations are my catnip.”

17. “Show me that you’re curious, creative, and as open-minded as humanly possible. Inspire me. Show me that you’re positive and believe in humanity’s potential for good. Show me that you’re excited to be alive and experience what the world has to offer. Be respectful of all life.”

18. “Show me that you’re someone who likes to take action and the initiative, and won’t mind giving me a nudge (I often lack the motivation to get out of my head or my house, but if you inspire me to get out and experience what life has to offer, I’ll love you forever).”

19. “Whatever you do, DO NOT display jealousy, possessiveness, or neediness. I require my space and alone time, and sometimes I’ll want to be with my friends (without you), and I need you to be ok with that. Ideally, you’d encourage it, because you know it’s what’s best for my mental and emotional health.”

20. “Please don’t believe that I complete you; I want us to be two complete humans that enhance each others’ lives and bring out the best in each other. And please, don’t be someone who holds grudges, or is quick to anger. Life’s too short, and the only person you hurt with your anger is yourself. Finally, I want you to think that I’m amazing, and that you’re lucky to have me in your life. Because I want to feel the same way about you.”

21. “Be genuinely interested in who I am when I’m being authentic. Create space for that to happen by being trustworthy and accepting. Also, holding a belief that the norms of society are optional doesn’t hurt.”

22. “Your love needs to be unconditional and big enough to contain my dreams and my imperfections. Give me lots of space – lets be in each others orbit. Also show me lots of affection. And have a killer sense of humor.”

23. “Please don’t be corny. I can sense tackiness and inauthenticity from a mile away and it’s a huge turn off. Be yourself, I love someone who is confident but humble. Don’t force yourself upon me, give me the space to test your vibe and the ‘waters’ around you. Be patient with me, my comfort levels, and openness. That stuff takes time.”

24. “Show me that you have depth and accept me exactly as I am – mood swings and all.”

25. “If your soul is pure it doesn’t matter how dirty your hands are.”

26. “Just listen to me, please! I often let people talk for five hours and some still interrupt me after that. Be kind and non judgmental to those around us – empathy is the best sign of emotional intelligence. And if you love me, show it! Don’t try to play mysterious, I like social/accessible people.”

27. “Just be yourself. Nothing good gets away.” (source)

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“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.”

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writing tip: when it starts to feel like a chore, then don’t fucking write. remember that you’re writing for yourself before you’re writing for others

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Hey anon. Guess who is a fat cosplayer. I’ll even give you three guesses.You know what, I always thought people like you would give me a complex. But as it stands, people like you just infuriate me. I don’t know what your motivation for sending these messages out to people, if you are just trying to start shit in the FNDM, if you just want to watch the world burn, but to be quite frank, you are only inspiring to do more cosplays, if only to spite you. I may not live up to your size 2 beauty standards, but it’s not as if I was trying to impress a little shit like you anyway. I cosplay for me, and I cosplay for my friends. I do not need your approval to validate my hobby. Piss off.

Cosplays:

Tonks - Deathly Hallows
Drizella - Cinderella
Eep Crood - The Croods
Ariel - The Magic Kingdom
Bolin - Legend of Korra
Fili - The Hobbit
Sakura - Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Queen Tara - Epic
Ariel - Celebrate Dreams Come True Parade

and i wanna leave you satisfied

here it is!! the first chapter of my summer fling wayhaught au is here! 4k, 1st chapter of several.

read here on ao3 (or below)

Chapter One: Oh, I Miss the Comfort (of This House)

Waverly had barely even remembered that they still owned The Homestead. They had used to go every single summer, making the long trek down to Purgatory in a car stuffed to the brim with sundresses and plastic shovels to spend long, sticky days at the beach or sprawled on the slatted floors of the house, heads perched on elbows in front of open books. To her, the house meant sand in between her toes and ground into her scalp for days on end. In her memory, everything was large there. The stairs were dark and steep and the beds had to be clambered into, sometimes with the helping hand of  a big sister. The living room was dominated by her father’s big chair, where he had sat laughing his big laugh and drinking a beer. Her mother’s lap was the centerpiece of the couch.

Of course, where there had once been 5 Earps there were now two. After her mother left, they had stopped going every summer. After her father and Willa had died, they had stopped going at all. The Homestead had lay vacant for over ten years.

Ironically, it was death that brought them back.

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just felt like i should say this, in case someone needs to hear it.

last night questioning everything, almost committing suicide, waking up too early for the longest work shift of my life, feeling like absolute shit, (plus an impending tornado threat)… i’m not half through my day and several things have happened to make living absolutely worth it. so. if you’re wondering, if you’re thinking too much and standing on the edge… don’t do it. you don’t know what’s coming. you ARE so incredibly valid, you’re real and all things lovely. you’re made up of potential. your current situation, this current moment, this current you, your current mindset… is not the final destination. we have growing left to do. becoming. what you feel is valid, what you think is valid, but it’s not the end. you’re going to be so surprised when you find out what good things are coming for you. there will be moments that make your heart feel too big for your chest. where your throat almost wants to close and you want to cry and you’re shaking, but it’s not because of overwhelming panic or anxiety or sadness. it’s because you’re so frickin happy. and loved. and appreciated. and real. and i promise you it’ll come. so don’t be gone. don’t leave me here. don’t hurt the person you’re going to become, the person who will make such a difference in current and future relationships. this world needs every seed of hope it can get. and it lives in you. so stay alive. be safe. stick with me now.

So, last night I cried a lot.
I’m a white-passing Aboriginal Australian. My mother is white, my fathers father is white, ect.
I got to the point last night where I hated being white. I fucking hated it.
All my life my culture and my background has been defined by fractions and percentages (“But you’re probably only 1/20th Aboriginal/3% Aboriginal, so you’re like not even Aboriginal”). My entire life I’ve been told that I leech of the government, that I don’t deserve the “benefits” I get (like extra tutoring when I need it, getting help paying for school uniform and supplies), that I’m not poor enough or dumb enough or “black” enough for my cultural identity to be valid.

I’m sick of being erased. I am completely aware and grateful of the social benefits that come from being white-passing, but that also comes with a lot of bullshit. White people think they can say disgusting racist shit about my people because I’m white too so I’ll laugh, right? I have been laughed at by indigenous and non-indigenous alike because I am proud of my heritage but I don’t look it at all.

Honestly, I just want to be recognized as who I am. I’m a blackfulla and no one else can see that and it cuts deep. Because my language was destroyed by the same people who pillaged my land and slaughtered my people, raped the women and enslaved the men. They don’t teach that shit in schools.

I’m proud of my past. I’m proud of my heritage, my culture, my land, my people. But because I’m not black enough, I’m afraid they will never be proud of me.

I’m participating in #blackout because for once I just want to be recognized as being a proud Aboriginal person. A proud blackfulla, no matter how Caucasian I appear.

I want to watch you tear me open
I need to feel you peel my flesh from my muscles and rip apart my bones from my body so I can hear them crack with every attempt to set my soul free
because I haven’t been able to feel anything but my heart beating in my throat since the second you told me you were done and I can’t tell if I’m choking or if my defenses for your lies are caught inside me
because there’s so many things I have to explain since your only validation in life is making me look like shit
but more than anything I need to feel my blood running down my body covering me in that warm and forgiving red because I’ve been clean for one year and I can’t do it myself
and now I can’t tell if this is real or if I’m just fucked up because I wish you had slammed my head into the wall so hard I could hear my skull shatter before you left because I don’t want to think about how this is all my fault
and all I know is that I can’t tell if I find it sad or reassuring that I find more comfort in the thought of jumping in front of a train than I ever did in your arms
—  You Never Said Goodbye, S.D.

GIVE ME A REALLY TRASHY PROM THREAD WHERE OUR MUSES LIKE EACH OTHER AND ARE TRYING TO PROMPOSE TO EACH OTHER OR THEY BOTH END UP ALONE AT PROM AND SO ONE MUSE ASKS THE OTHER TO DANCE OR SOMETHING. I WANT CUTE AND NERVOUS BABIES WHO HAVE CRUSHES AND ARE NERVOUS. BUT JUST–  PROM.

my need for validation and reassurance is not only Needing Attention Via Notes on This Web Site, it’s also needing to be told or reassured fairly often that i am loved and appreciated and Good and worthy by everyone i love all the time, otherwise i will most likely believe that none of those things are true because if i’m not actively being reassured of these things then my brain will convince me that clearly they’re not true, even if i know in my heart of hearts that i’m being irrational

it’s not fun

ok you know what I’m done with this shit honestly. Clexa shippers (and I know not all clexa shippers are like this) need to get a hold of themselves. You guys need to understand that as an actor you don’t have a say in the writing of the show. Sure you can add a line in here and there because you’re invested in a character, but there isn’t anything you can do about storyline. I can say that I respect clexa as a valid ship on the show even though I didn’t personally ship it and I can respect that lexa was a love of Clarke’s and will continue to be a part of her, but get this: Clarke is 17 years old. She has a whole life to live, she can and will most likely find love again and it doesn’t matter who it’s with whether it’s Bellamy, Roan, Raven I don’t know fuckin Jasper who cares she is allowed to love again. Spewing hate to other shippers and fans of the show just because they have a difference of opinion is immature and petty, destroying a possible love for a fictional character (yea she’s fictional calm the fuck down this isn’t Oprah) just because your fave got killed off is ridiculous and could quite possibly ruin the future of the show. Making the rest of the series about lexa and the flame and their love will turn this entire 100 universe upside down and we may as well say goodbye to plot as we know it. The actors are already afraid of talking about anything other than clexa because they think the fans will hate them.

Eliza is allowed to mention another cast member, who is actually a human might I add. Bob is not a hologram he’s a living breathing person doing his job playing a character on a tv show. Bob and Eliza shouldn’t be getting slammed on social media and in real life just because you hate shippers are upset that your ship is over. And you know what it isn’t over because clexa will be there always. You can watch the episodes back again if you want to relive the good old days of your ship but you have nothing to be mad about. I relive the good old days of glee all the time and it brings me joy, I don’t have to send hate to the actors about how it got shitty to feel better. And might I add that the actors did love lexa and Alycia???

Lexa got the best death of the season. She had the biggest speech, best music, biggest emotional build-up, longest fucking scene ever and she appeared in two later episodes. Lincoln was a main character for THREE SEASONS and got one line and a bullet and bam gone. Finn got one line and a stab wound and bam gone. Anya got one line and a bullet and bam gone. Monroe didn’t even get a line. Lexa was continuously honoured after her death by the show, writers and cast but now it’s time to move on.

I would like to remind everyone that this is a fictional universe and it’s not even as widely loved or known as something like Harry Potter or Star Wars. It’s a small fandom that should be sticking together and moving the show forward, not pulling it back. Clexa was real, and it had its time in the spotlight. Let the light shine on some other characters for a while.

Friendly reminder for women: You’re allowed to reject someone. You don’t even need a reason. If anyone gives you shit for rejecting someone then to hell with them. Even so, any reason is a valid reason. “They smell bad” is valid. “She has an annoying laugh” is valid. “Something about him makes me feel uneasy” is a valid reason. “I’m not ready for a relationship” is a valid reason. “She’s too pushy” is a valid reason. “I have too much school work” is a valid reason. “I like being single” is a valid reason. “I’m not attracted to them” is a valid reason. Hell, “I don’t like the way they dress” is a valid reason. Even “we kissed once in middle school and they were awful at it” is valid.