i raised it all by myself

LaLa Land and Moonlight

Lala Land and Moonlight. Right. So here are my worthless opinions about it.

When I watched Lala land in the theaters I wasn’t too excited to start off with. For a while now I have made sure to surround myself with media that I felt was important or that would help me grow. This is important to me.

Now this is what I mean by ‘help me grow’. All of my childhood, until about middle school I was raised by a very homophobic mother. The movies and shows I watched were ‘clean’ and white and as straight as straight could get.  And although I am not a white person myself my mother (probably out of the need to fit in considering we were the only Hispanic people where we lived at the time) always made me feel like I needed to be more ‘white’.  This affected my life in many ways of course but it also affected the way I consumed media and therefore affected the way I interacted with life and the people in it. I eventually came to realize that the media I consumed directly interacted with the way I view the world. I realized that media is important.

So sitting in the theater waiting for Lala land to begin I already had some problems with it. I knew that it was about two straight people; one is a struggling actress and one is a struggling jazz musician. Two white people.  That was what I was kind of iffy on. I have seen the stories of white people my whole life, everyone has. It is not new. It is not special. Now this wouldn’t have bothered me so much had the chance to make these characters non-white been so easy. Like come on the struggling actress could have been Asian, Latina, Middle Eastern. She could have been a person who is rarely ever seen on the big screen making the whole struggling actress thing have a bit more depth to it. And the guy? He was a Jazz musician, he could have easily been black, and yet. And yet.

So okay whatever I wasn’t too excited to see this movie. Then the movie starts and-

It was good. It was a really good movie. The filming, the acting, the story line, the weird ending, so many parts of it were good. But I still couldn’t understand the hype. In the end it was just another movie about another straight white couple and on top of that the singing was terrible (like come on it’s a freakin’ musical).  

And then I saw Moonlight. Moonlight was a movie unlike I had ever seen before. Not because of the filming or the music or what not. It was because of the story and the people in it. When I sat down to watch Moonlight I had sat down to see a movie I had never seen before. Unlike Lala Land, which seemed to almost want to be a configuration of the old this, this was new.

Before me I saw the story of a black gay man being humanized, something that doesn’t happen much in our media today. Actually something that barely happens at all in the US.

When it was over I sat there calm, the air was still.

Lala Land was a good film.


Moonlight was history in the making.

So my worthless opinion on Lala Land? It was a good film and deserved awards yes. But not when the awards mean so much socially. Not when them winning awards buries better movies underneath.

So when that honestly fucking hilarious mix up happened and it turned out that Moonlight won?

I was not disappointed. Not at all.

Moonlight is exactly the kind of film that changed me, that made me grow. And I think it winning- I feel like that made us all grow. This is the kind of media that changes outlooks on the world. This is the kind of media that is important.

Moonlight is so important.

Oh sorry, correction- Best Film of the Year Moonlight, is so important.


earnmoresessionsbysleeving  asked:

1, 6, 11, 15, please!

1) how would you describe your relationship with your mom/dad

My mom and dad are kind of everything to me. They made me who I am. I know many people say that, but its true. I find myself thinking all the time how lucky I am. My parents raised me to become someone I like. That sounds strange but their values and practices have instilled things in me, these core values I have now. My siblings and I are extremely close, my whole family is. I look up to my mom in so many ways. I look up to my dad in many ways too. They are very similar to me and very different in ways. I think that’s whats also so great about my parents. They raised us in away that let us choose who we wanted to be. They let us be are own people but shaped us too. 

6) how is your life different now from two years ago

Oh boy in so many ways. Its weird some things are the same of course but there have been a lot of changes. I was in a different place. I was learning to drive, which racked me with anxiety so badly it effected some relationships and things about me that I didn’t like. I still suffer from anxiety but its much more controlled and I can manage it now. I wasn’t engaged for one thing! I wasn’t making better healthy choices. Lots of things. Many changes but all for the better. :)

11) what are your ambitions

To expand my art career to a place where its my sole source of income. To live in a house. To be in a healthier place. To have stable income.  To continue having the people I lovee  living happy and healthy lives..

15) what is your favorite memory

Its hard to pick one. I have quit a few fond memories. However,I do have one that sticks out. My mom and I would wait for rainy days to play in the water. It would be on the days where there was so much water it would run down the streets like a little river. We would go out and splash in puddles. The watery streets and sidewalks became like a whole little world and it was just a special thing my mom and I did.

Thank you!! <3

Day Forty-One

-I am disappointed to have a seven hour shift on Halloween. I am grateful to have it in the morning, while the clowns are still at their day job.

-A woman came through my lane, excitedly purchasing Thanksgiving dinnerware and Christmas-themed candy, and completely missing the point. 

-I greeted a small child. The small child raised his dukes and began growling. I understand, as I would fight myself on sight too.

-Christmas items have overtaken the store, not even waiting until the body of Halloween was dead, let alone cold. I found mugs that came with their own snugly knit sweaters, though, so that made me feel a little better.

-I wish every guest a happy Halloween. nine out of every ten looked at me, utterly confused, somehow having managed to forget what the month of Spooktober led up to.

-I stuck my tongue out at a small child. The girl laughed, and began trying with all of her might to escape from her cart and crawl over my conveyor belt. My immediate thought was that I had become a sort of pied piper through sticking my tongue out. My next thought was that my first thought would undoubtedly get me arrested.

-A guest was at my register. Another guest walked by. A poster fell and hit the ground between them. I asked each if they had dropped it. Neither had. No one else was around. Target: The Hauntening has begun.

-I went to purchase several pads of Halloween stickers to hand out, as all that I had at my register today were Christmas stickers. My manager saw what I was doing and purchased them himself for me. This is truly a classic example of a Halloween miracle.

-A man entered my lane with a large lightsaber, a rabbit mask, and a plan.

-I would like to offer a shout-out to the middle-aged women who go all out for Halloween. I see you, in your light-up, sequined, embroidered, homemade Halloween garb, and I appreciate what you do.

-An old man with either a very long scar or a very deep wrinkle threw a large bag of candy onto my counter with what seemed to be all of his force. He then commented, hoping that the candy had not broken. His actions show a contradictory hope.

-Having just finished grocery shopping, a woman arrived for a Target shopping trip. Every five minutes, she would circle back to the front of the lanes to look out at the parking lot, to ensure that no one had stolen her groceries out of the back of her truck. I believe everyone deserves a person who cares about them as much as this woman cared about her frozen mixed vegetables.

-I opened a fresh roll of coins to discover a definitively blood-stained dime. The Poltergeist of Target strikes again.

-I asked a boy with a Rubik’s cube if he could solve it. He misheard me, and handed it to me solve for him. I was able to solve one layer before a guest came up behind him. This was the worst-case scenario, as I live for the opportunity to show off my pointless talents that I have spent too much of my life honing.

-The most adorable young girl let me in on a secret and told me that she was going to be a scarecrow tonight. I told her that I was sure she would be scary. Taken aback, she vowed to me that she would be the a very nice scarecrow. The world needs more scarecrows like her. 

-I managed to offend a woman by wishing her a happy Halloween. She informed me that I should instead wish guests a merry Christmas, as that is more Christian. The only reason I did not reply with a rousing, “H A I L   S A T A N” was out of concern for her frail, fun-hating heart.

areid13  asked:

What methods do you use to find yourselves sexy? I find a hard time getting in the mood because of my bottom dysphoria.

For me sexuality starts with spiritually. For many years I felt unworthy of love or affection because I continually put myself in environments that were not affirming of all of my intersecting identities. Once I put myself in environments where ALL of me was held and uplifted I was able to experience and celebrate my sexuality. We live in a culture that is generally not sex positive. Many of us are raised to see our bodies as bad and to believe that sex is not supposed to be pleasurable. We have to reframe this view to understand that no matter what our bodies look like or do, we can be sexy and desirable. Reproductive justice contributes to this expansion - it demands that we shift and grow our ideas about how we are able to live in our bodies, what we do with our bodies, our agency over our own bodies, the ways we express ourselves sexually, how we bring children into the world, how we create and nurture family. We have come a long way with regard to self-expression and self-realization but we have far to go in creating a world where people, regardless of their expression, have autonomy, and where all bodies are seen and celebrated.

It’s important that we begin by moving into a space that enables us to reshape and reconsider our ideals around what and whom is desirable. Stereotypical, cisgender norms about attractiveness often shape and mold our ideas about sex, desire, and pleasure. Sexuality is just as fluid as gender and one can find themselves anywhere on the spectrum of erotic identification as a trans or gender nonconforming person. Finding oneself sexy is about finding and expressing that thing which makes you most authentically you. It can be the way in which you position your body, or the act of sharing touch with someone you love or care about or are attracted to. It can include any part of your body and begin with something as simple as a look.

Nah… No good, you are.” He took a smoke of his cigarette.
“No good at all.” I said.
“I think, with you, you’re not one person. You’re two. And something has destroyed the other, and she’s hiding right in there.” He said, poking my chest.
“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows.
“And now you’re not the girl you really are. Bet there’s so much love in you that it’s overflowing, but you conceal it so you won’t get hurt.” He looked me dead in the eye.
“You think you know me.” I laughed.
“Maybe I don’t. But I know myself. I’m two people, love. And broken people recognise each other.
—  “Too pretty for your own good. That’s why you destroy everything you touch.”

I am a bisexual Cuban-American woman and I am so proud of it. I am proud to be part of a community that only projects love and education and the support of one another. I am proud to be the granddaughter and daughter of immigrants who were brave enough to leave their homes and come to a whole new world with a different language and culture and immerse themselves fearlessly to start a better life for themselves and their families.

I am proud to be a woman. Proud that the sex between my thighs provides a strength and resilience in me that only other women can feel, that my body curves in ways that allow me to create life within me, that my entire life is filled with adversity and doubt and people questioning my intelligence and my artistic potential and my expression of myself and my virtue and honor because I am too much woman. I am proud that I get to prove them all wrong. I am proud that I have to work even harder for it. I was raised to feel that I can do ANYTHING, and I will always believe that. I am proud to feel the whole spectrum of my feelings and I will gladly take the label of “bitch” and “problematic” for speaking my mind the same way any man would be admired and respected for doing. But, I will also extend the fullest hand of compassion and empathy for anyone labeling me as such.

I also know that in my struggle of being a woman I am so very privileged. I was born with a lighter complexion and green eyes (thanks genetics) so from that narrow-minded perspective, I’m white. I have experienced the privilege those genes have granted me, and I am grateful and will continue to speak on behalf of the women around the world and in our very own country who do not experience a fraction of that respect because of the color of their skin or what they choose to wear, or how their hair looks, or how much makeup they have on or any other absurdity that we women are reduced to. (@ssweet-dispositionn)

We just started an new imprint at Disney called Rick Riordan Presents. The idea is to find authentic voices to tell the stories about their own cultures, rather than me, a white American male, trying to tell all their mythologies myself. I think that’s the better way to go. I love all world mythologies, but I am not an expert on all of them, nor was I raised with all them the way I grew up with Greek, Roman, Norse and Egyptian.

Rick Riordan

complain about the amount of books he writes all you want, but his books have such diverse characters & now this

a day in december: traditions

on ao3

@sitting-in-thee-corner​ said something about chugging hot chocolate and i just ran with it

i love the classmates but whenever i write them it turns into a weird meme-y shitpost also definitely not my best work but considering i’m writing a fic a day i’m giving myself a little slack for this month

ITS LATE BUT I WAS REALLY BUSY (and then had a lovely hour long conversation with a very very tired and slightly delusional @zoenightstars​) AND WAS UP TILL 3 AM YESTERDAY IT STILL COUNTS OK ITLL BE FINE

Adrien tilts his head and stares at his classmates, who are all crowded around the teacher’s desk. Alix and Kim trash talk each other loudly as Nathanael stands on a chair and scribbles on the chalkboard. Chloé raises an eyebrow when she sees Adrien by the door before Nathanael taps on her head. She scowls and swats him away. Sabrina hands him another color of chalk. Max is saying something about odds and Ivan is nodding along like he understand as Nino listens with a glazed eyes.

Alya joins Adrien in the doorway. She purses her lips. “Hm…”

He frowns. “Do you…?”

She shakes her head. “Not a clue.”

“Uh, guys? Can I get through?”

They turn to see Marinette standing behind them. She gives them a half smile, arms wrapped around a large box from the bakery.

“Do you need any help?” Adrien offers.

She shakes her head, her bangs falling into her eyes. She makes a face and blows them away before saying. “I don’t haul flour bags around all day for nothing.” She tightens her grip on the box and holds it with one arm, showing off her muscles by flexing her free arm.

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Did a thing for Ace Visibility Day. This year it is November 26, 2016. 
Hello everyone! Today I am posting in celebration Ace Visibility Day! Ace is short for asexual, an umbrella term for the orientations which rarely or never experience sexual attraction.
The Ace Visibility Day was created by the Asexuality Blog to raise awareness of the little known orientation. As many of you all ready know, I myself identify as asexual!


tv show meme: [1/5] shows → Gilmore Girls

There are many paths in life. There’s the “Hey, you’re cute, sure, I’ll marry you after graduation and med school” and the “Can you drive Susie to soccer today, ‘cause I’ve got a pedicure?” path. And then there’s my path, where I found myself 16 and pregnant and I realized “I have to get a job, I have to raise a kid and being me, I have to do it all by myself.” Not easy. But the thing with my path was, when I reached the end, I turned around and realized I’d ended up someplace really good.

How the loft scene really went down
  • Simon: We?
  • Magnus: *sighs* I promised myself a long time ago that if i ever saw someone in the same position I found myself in all those centuries ago I would try to help
  • Simon:
  • Magnus:
  • Simon: Hold up, so you'll look after me?
  • Magnus: ...yea-
  • Simon: Wait so basically you'll be like a downwolder mentor??
  • Magnus: *raises eyebrow* I'll tr-
  • Simon: my dowNWOLDER MAMA???
  • Magnus: *rolls eyes* well if yo-
  • Magnus: *scoffs* I take it back, all of it, I take it back
  • Simon: *whispers* the Darth Vader to my Death Star
  • Magnus: *mumbles while walking away* the only person I blame is myself
  • Simon: *grins like an idiot*
First Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Dean meet at a bar and have a moment.

Word Count: 816

Warnings: Suggestive Content, just good fun :)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s “Do it Like Dean” challenge. I got the prompt: “You can call me Dean.” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed!!

There was a first time for everything, right?

At least that’s what I told myself as I walked around the pool table, my eyes transfixed on a pair of green ones. Usually, I wasn’t one to just go for it after a couple of hours of knowing the person, but after a few drinks and a lot of sexual tension while playing pool, I threw all logic out the window.

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Confession:  I cried at the end of Trespasser when the note from Bioware popped up. Before, I had always felt embarrassed and afraid to admit that I loved video games and Dragon Age. But after that, for once, I felt like all of my time invested in this game that I love had not been for nothing and was being appreciated. I wasn’t afraid anymore embrace who I am and publish my fics and drawings. Thanks Bioware for allowing me to finally be myself! Bare your blade and raise it high!


(also on ao3)


“We all die.”

Levi looked up from the book in his hands.

“You just realized?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Eren who had draped himself dramatically over the couch.

“We all die,” Eren repeated. “Life is so short. It should be enjoyed. Life…should be lived.”

Levi rolled his eyes. He knew what this was about, but he wasn’t about to let Eren get to him. He returned his attention to his book, flipped the page, and continued reading.

“They say time is an illusion. That our perception of time is limited to a singular experience in the confines of one lifetime. But…if I could transcend time would I be able to see myself in a world where I was able to take advantage of my short existence to the fullest, in a world where I did, in fact, live life?  Or am I stuck in an infinite loop of time where meaning and purpose of life are lost to the inevitable decay of minutes, days, years?”

He sighed loudly and Levi snapped his book closed.

That was enough of this philosophical bullshit. He got up from his chair and stomped over to the couch.

“Fine,” Levi said, glaring down at Eren.

“You mean it?”

“Yes. We can go to the Festival of Color this year.”


“And I will participate,” Levi said grudgingly.

Eren squealed and pulled Levi down for a kiss. It was messy and enthusiastic, much like this festival was bound to be, much like Eren. When Levi thought about it that way it didn’t seem so bad. Levi pressed into the kiss and climbed onto the couch so he was straddling Eren’s hips.

“That was easier than I thought it’d be,” Eren said once they broke apart, hands running up and down Levi’s sides. “So…about the Polar Plunge in a few weeks…”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Eren sighed. “We all die.

Cheeky shit. Levi leaned down to quiet him with another kiss.

The Sky Sisters Girlfriends.

So. I’m going to try and make this short sons and daughters; to celebrate my development/experimentation week for a new style (oh so demonstrated above), in the midst of my meme week or month or maybe even year , I’m holding my own personal LGBTQ week in which I’m going to try to post art of specific LGBTQ ships to raise awareness and also help the fandom accept more LGBTQ ships in general. Here’s mi schedule can you believe i made a schedule.

  • Fri 27th of Oct - Chendy
  • Sat 28th of Oct - I might have plans during this day but if you’re doing something, try having a go at any lgbtq rare pairs!
  • Sun 29th of Oct - Erlu + Luvia 
  • Mon 30th of Oct - Gratsu + Canajane
  • Tue 31st of Oct - Stingue + Yukinerva
  • Wed 1st of Nov - Luli 
  • Thurs 2nd of Nov - Fraxus

So I guess that’s it? I just felt like doing this for myself considering as we all know, it’s getting very gay in the anime world this season. 

If you’d like to tag along with me for this lgbtq ride then hell ye, sure go along! The tag I will be using for this and what you can use is #illulgbtqweek. Fics, art, coloured mangacaps; you’re all wonderfully creative amigos. You can message me for any questions or anything but like I said, this is a personal project so don’t feel obliged. I’ll be here listening nonstop to Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira Shakira and arting my ass off. 

Adios amigos. 

We all have old versions of ourselves. Do you see yourself the same way as last year, last month, or even last week? I do not. I talk to people so easily these days, I stand where I once crumbled just at a touch last year. I do not cry when my father raises his voice like I did a few months ago. I compliment a girl I could not talk to last week. Constantly, we are changing, growing, fluctuating.

This is how I know we have many soulmates. Maybe you met yours when you were as young as eight or as old as seventy-eight. Either way, we have a soulmate of every version of ourselves. You loved an old version of me. You can keep her. I do not want that version of myself back ever again.

—  We are growing and changing constantly, we all have different versions of ourselves that different versions of people love.
Conspiracy theory

Hallmark purposely made the preview and summary of Love on Ice similarish to Yuri on Ice to stir up controversy and raise their viewing numbers and when people tune it it’s going to be all straight and white and Christian and have exactly no similarities to Yuri on Ice but actually be a sequel to Disney’s Ice Princess

The Return of the Gobblewonker


Fluffstravaganza commission for @transbirdetta who tumblr won’t let me tag. They wanted some Stan and Dipper bonding fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Thanks as always to @thesnadger for beta-ing, although I feel the need to point out that I came up with a pun in this story All By Myself.


Stan froze at the bottom of the stairs, one hand tightening instinctively around his coffee mug and the other curling into a fist. He cursed inwardly. Which one of them had raised the dead this time? One of the nerds most likely, although he wouldn’t entirely put it past Mabel to do it as an excuse for family bonding.

All right. He’d done this before. Admittedly, he hadn’t been in his underwear then, but there was nothing to be done about that now. He could probably take them by surprise as he entered the kitchen, which would buy him enough time to grab a blunt (or not-so-blunt, depending) implement off the wall. Then grab the kids and either queue up another karaoke song or break out the industrial-sized formaldehyde jug.

Really, the whole thing was just a nuisance.

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