i will say that i am attracted to myself

Everyday Witchcraft: Burt's Bees Glamours and Affirmations

So I really like Burt’s Bees Chapstick.
And I use a lot of it.
My favorite one is the honey infused, which is fitting because of being an Aphrodite devotee and all, but I’ve developed this ritual when I apply my lip balm where I put it on, breathe in the scent, and then say “I speak sweetly. People listen and believe me.” This inspired me to come up with little mini spells for more of the scents, so here you go. Burt’s Bees’ spells on the go. Enjoy. :)

Honey: Use as a glamour to make you seem sweet and cute as a button as well as charming them with your speech. Useful when avoiding persecution or hiding your true intentions of world domination. 

Affirmation: I speak sweetly. People listen and believe me.

Wild Cherry: If you’re looking for a classy seductress vibe, wild cherry is your gal. Maybe blow some kisses at yourself in the mirror or lick your lips to lock in the feeling and get yourself in the flirting mood. 

Affirmation: I am fair and enchanting, my kiss makes people melt.

Pink Grapefruit: Use for cleansing and purifying yourself of an argument. Having a hard time keeping peace with your relatives about politics at the thanksgiving table when it would be better to stay quiet? Try this baby. 

Affirmation: I wash myself of this conflict. I am free from negativity.

Strawberry: Strawberry is associated with innocent love and wealth. The many fruits on the vine represent fertility as well, meaning strawberry is the perfect fruit for bringing overall success into your life and keeping it there. 

Affirmation: I have abundance. All I say and do brings me success and love.

Coconut Pear: Coconut represents absolute purity. In WWI some soldiers were given transfusions of coconut water when donor blood was low because it is sterile. Pears are a key love element, so if you’re wanting to attract real love, from people with good intentions (perhaps weeding out the creeps when internet dating) then this one’s for you. 

Affirmation: I am bathed in affection by those with pure intentions.

Raspberry: Raspberry represents health, fertility, communication and love. Use to facilitate healthy relationships and help you to maintain physical health along with a healthy lifestyle. If you can feel yourself getting stress sickness, use an affirmation like this to turn it around. 

Affirmation: My relationships and my body are healthy. I am free of pain.

Pineapple: Use for attracting wealth and success into your life. Pineapple is the fruit of the traveler, gifted to show hospitality and status. It’s rich inside can hardly be seen as anything but gold in fruit form. You can use this affirmation as a way to both convey status you may not yet have, as well as attract it. 

Affirmation: My voice is filled with opulence. Wealth is headed my way.

Mango: Mango is heavily associated with Buddha and enlightenment. Use this to bring focus back to your spiritual journey, and to help others on their own. 

Affirmation: I am free and enlightened. My words have the power of knowledge.

Blueberry: Use this for protection. Strong protection. Blueberry keeps danger away, confuses and causes distress to enemies who push the boundary. A word unleashed to your enemies under this protection will cause them distress and make them want to leave you alone. 

Affirmation: I am untouchable. I needn’t speak to intimidate my enemy.

Pomegranate: Use this one before doing divination to heighten psychic energy and help with seeing beyond the veil if that’s your thing. Pomegranates have significance in many religions as being highly spiritual and associated with heaven or the underworld. As a glamour, this could also help with giving off “I am a mysterious and powerful witch” vibes, so if you’re doing witchcraft work for non witchy people, such as divination, this could help set the mood. 

Affirmation: I am powerful with the energies of life and death. When divining I speak the truth.

Vanilla Bean: This is the big whammy of love spell ingredients. If you’re going out and just wanna find someone RIGHT NOW then vanilla is the powerful punch you’re looking for. The silky scent combined with charmed speech is a powerful seduction tool. It also makes you feel very confident and sexy on your own, so that’s great too. 

Affirmation: *blow a kiss* I seduce with the force of a sorceress.

manifestation tip:

once you attract something, you want keep it all up by doing acts of kindness and being grateful. every night i say to myself what i am grateful for from that day. i usually end up smiling and feeling warm inside, because positive emotion raises your vibration. always try to give just as much as you receive if not more. by the way this isn’t always material giving. say something nice or do a chore for a loved one. do it with love, not just because you want to attract more. before you know it gifts will continue to flow into your life from source energy. this also helps with keeping a positive attitude no matter how the day goes. you’ll always find something to be grateful for, and you will always have the wonderful feeling of helping/giving to someone else. ✨

The "Myth" of Black Love

Let me start off by saying that I got inspiration for this post from another post about the disillusionment of a black woman about dating within the black community, expressing that too many black men aren’t attracted to black women and ideally go for non black women. Which got me thinking that with all this recent promotion of black couples via social media, I feel like we can’t just focus on the pros of black love, but we must also bring to light the darker, behind the scenes reality for black women finding love among black men who directly and indirectly express their refusal to be with black women.

I get it, the praise for black love has to do with unifying the black community by saying, “See, black men and women DO love each other.” And yes, I believe it. I don’t believe the photos I see of black couples on social media are fake or anything, but can we also bring to light female black singles and how their singleness is affected by the presence of misogyny noir and anti blackness among black men? Dating in general is hard, but imagine how dating is as not only a black person, but a black woman who does not fit Eurocentric beauty standards (such as light skin, light eyes, loose hair, slim facial features, etc.) Often times I commonly see these types of “conventionally” attractive black women paired up with black men more so than mono-racial looking black women - I wonder why?

As a mono-racial, dark skinned black woman who grew up in predominantly white spaces, from my own experiences on and offline, I can confidently say that a lot of black men don’t consider me to necessarily be their “ideal” type based off black and white standards of beauty, and I feel like black and white standards of beauty go hand in hand for obvious reasons having to do with cultural assimilation, a history of colonization, and so on. Which brings me right to another point I’d like to make about looks equating to superiority or inferiority. Sure, you can’t judge a book by the cover yet too often black men do so, falling prone to the stereotypes associated with non black ethnicities of women - so it’s not just about non black women meeting a Eurocentric standard of beauty easier than most black women. It’s also about how black men view them as less “controlling” than black women, therefore more agreeable and “nicer” JUST due to ethnicity and ethnicity alone. Mind you, I’m not saying black men who date outside their ethnicity all have agendas behind their attractions, BUT I am still iffy about their reasonings for “racial preferences.” I think now is a good time to quote myself from the post about the disillusioned black woman:

“And whenever I see a black woman who exclusively dates outside the black community I feel like it’s not for the same reasons black men often do it - for black women who either often or only date non black men I feel like I have more understanding for them because of the treatment they receive from black men who often have no issue with voicing how undesirable black women are to them. That gives black women more authority of their love lives by expanding their dating pool (since the lot of black women go for black mates) vs. black men who often go for non black women for superficial, anti black reasons rooted in sexism. So when a black woman says “I don’t date black dudes” I don’t see it as excusable but at the same time I understand her reasons for doing so more than a black man refusing to date black women. I feel like black women are often looking for genuine love, the kind of love too many black men can’t give them because of their racial baggage, while said black men are oftentimes looking for trophies to use to spite black women and make non black men “envy” them for “stealing” their women.”

You read it right. I do feel like a lot of black men aren’t capable of loving black women the way they need to be loved, which has to do with seeing their blackness in the same way that they see their own and not letting gender be the deciding factor concerning superiority vs. inferiority, especially if said black women don’t fit the Eurocentric standard of beauty. I will say that non black men aren’t the “golden ticket” of black women in order for them to find love - there’s undeniably issues of anti blackness and sexism in all communities. But at the same time since non black men aren’t hit the hardest by racism, since anti blackness is global, they do have less baggage from that and less pressure to socially conform in my eyes. Because really, I believe more non black men are attracted to black women more so than they let on, it’s just that their cultural ties such as pleasing family and community hold them back from acting on this attraction confidently.

We really do need to have a real conversation about misogyny noir alongside “black love.” Because part of the way black men are going to love black women unconditionally has to do with an awareness of their own social conditioning and their own perceptions of black womanhood.

Potter Bros, Detention Woes

What’s In A Namesake Pt.1

James Sirius: Move over, this seat is reserved for the most handsome wizard in the room-

James Sirius: Me.

Albus: No. You’re the reason we are in detention so you can pick another seat.

P. Longbottom: *looks up*

Albus: And who says you’re the most handsome wizard? *looks to Neville* For all we know it could be Professor Longbottom. He is pretty…. dashing.

P. Longbottom: I’ve known you since you were born Albus, it’s not going to work. Good try though.

Albus: Well that was a bust.

James Sirius: Hey Albus?

Albus: What?

James Sirius: Besides, no matter how dashing Professor Longbottom is, I am still the most attractive.

Albus: Why is that, James?

James Sirius: It’s in my name. I was named after the two most attractive men that have ever strutted down these halls….

Besides myself, of course -as we have established.

It was fate, obviously.

Albus: Hey James?

James Sirius: Yeah?

Albus: Well, if we are going by names, I was named after the two bravest men that our Dad has ever known.

He told me so himself.

P. Longbottom: *Violin Screech*

P. Longbottom: Time for a field trip!

I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you take my most sincere apology? I’d stretch these arms just to hold you tight, but even I know that it wouldn’t do us any good. There’s so much more out there. There’s a million new things to learn within a day. You’re an artist, right? You’re into the night, right? You love this tiny blue dot, right? There’s so much more than love. There’s so much more than just us. I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you hold your head high for us? I’d stretch this heart an extra mile just to hear you laugh a little louder, just to see you smile a little bigger, and just to tell you that you’re more than enough for anyone to love. There’s better people out there for you to meet. There’s better people out there for you to fall in love with. You’re a painting, right? You’re made from watercolors, right? A burgundy rose waiting to be dipped into the horizon– you’re a sunrise waiting to happen. We’re a little caught up in the fleeting moments of just more than another us. We’re a little too good to be true, so it comes with a price. We’re alike, so I know what’s best for us. We’ve got plenty of time to explore each other, so we should analyze our reality. Long distance relationships are a test that we shouldn’t be taking– not in our current conditions at least. I’m a little distressed about myself. You’re still figuring out the world and who you are as a soul that loves to paint with just more than colors. We need to learn a little more. What is love to you? I’ve asked this many time before. Your answer is always me. That’s the thing, there’s plenty of right answers, but I’m just not one of them. How can I love you if I don’t know the first thing about it? Failed relationships are like dull pencils that we’ll want to sharpen every second– you were never boring, you were interesting to the shoreline and back. That’s the thing, isn’t it? I would give you the world if I knew how to. I would give you a meaningful promise if I knew how to. I could love you for an eternity composed of my heart twisted into your chest if I knew how to let go of the past. I should, but I still haven’t figured out how to do such a feat. I’m still stuck in my feelings like how you’re stuck onto me. I’m still lost at sea with crew members composed of younger versions of myself. How can I love you if I’m still figuring out how to love myself? How can I devote my passion to you if I’m still in trouble when I hear her name? How can I ruin you just for another shot at love? I wouldn’t do that to you. Alas, maybe I already have. Love is such a simple word. Four letters and the crowd cheers. Three words and there’s world peace. Afraid to open up and longing to be more of myself– I had to tell you every truth about who I am to myself and who I am to you. We’re always spinning ourselves to bed, we were smiling and hoping. You’re so much like me that it’s scary. They say that opposites attract, so how do we explain this? I guess we’re stuck in a fairy tale again and this is just another page. You’re a chapter that I can’t flip past, you’re a positive thing in my life and I don’t think I’m ready to accept that. I’ve got much to learn and maybe this was just a part of it. I’m a little caught up and into you– and this is the part where I have to pick what’s best for us. And the fact that you’re just like me… means that you already get it. You’re already in my head and you’ve made yourself comfy. So I guess an I love you will never start to sound like an apology between us.

“I love you.”
—  This is for you and only you.
Lesbian roller skating

So last weekend I went roller skating with my friends. The place we went had a wooden rink and carpet area with tables and a snack bar.
After an hour of skating around we decided to get some food.


So we came to the counter of the snack bar, and there was two cashiers, both I’m pretty sure went to our school. All my friends ordered got food and left me, like the amazing dickheads they are.

One of the cashiers was very attractive, she had long blond curls, and my gayness was like omfg cute girl help me. So she leaned over the counter to ask how she could help me and smiled sweetly at me. I walked closer, and me being the complete fail I am, I trip ON THE STUPID CARPET and reached my hands out to stable myself and my hands landed over hers. And she started giggling, and I was completely embarrassed.

I place my order, and hand her the money at the same time. And she says sure thing cutie with a wink, while handling me my bag of chips. By now I was like attractive girl just said I was cute wtf is going on!!

So then I embarrassingly penguin walk to my friends, who didn’t notice any of this or the fact that I’m attractive to females and I eat my chips

Moral of the story is, sometimes carpets are good to skate on and sometimes your friends leaving you results in flirting with cute girls.

The Serpent Queen

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is the one to go to Jughead’s trailer after the Jubilee and sees him put on the Southside Serpent jacket, and what ensues afterward.

Warnings: There is some straight up SIN ya’ll I said I wouldn’t write smut again but then things happened and now I’m here okay? Okay (although this is probably still just a once in a blue moon thing I have to be in the right kinda mood ya feel?)

Word Count: 3,060

A/N: I needed an ending to this scene and I can’t wait until season two so I wrote one myself.


The murder is solved, the town slowly healing, the thoughts of anything bad are being to the back of all of our heads, at least for tonight. After the Jubilee we all decide to go to Pop’s for milkshakes, and as we sit there in the moonlight we laugh at the jokes Jughead makes or just silly stuff that we see come up on Twitter.

We have way too many milkshakes, and Jughead’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, my hands around his knee that was up on the booth, and nothing seems to hurt us. As the clock strikes midnight we decided to finally get some privacy.

His trailer is empty, after all.

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When I saw this post by Christian Today on Facebook, my first thought was “wow”

I can relate to this so much as a person who struggles with same-sex attraction (SSA) and used to be an LGBT activist.

Calling myself bisexual instead of just saying that I have SSA (on the rare occasion that I do talk about it) ties me to a movement in our society that is not of God. As a Christian, I should distance myself from that.

I no longer call myself bisexual because my temptations are not my identity. They do not define me. We are not defined by our sin. My identity is in Christ and I am a daughter of the King. When I use secular labels like that, I emphasize something that I should not be emphasizing. What I should be doing is pointing people to God and talking about the journey that I’ve made to following His will.

This is just something to think about.

anonymous asked:

what's wrong with the split attraction model? i've found it sort of useful for defining my orientation (panromantic gray-asexual), but maybe i'm not thinking about it critically enough. i'm not trying to be hostile or confrontational, btw (hopefully i was already getting yhat across but i am very bad at judging tone in both online and irl conversation)

okay so i typed out this whole long, introspective response and accidentally refreshed the page and i lost everything i wanted to say. so i’m super annoyed at myself right now - of course not at you anon, you don’t sound confrontational at all and i really wanted to answer this question properly and i’m sorry you have to settle for this mess of a response because i’m so irritated with myself. so here’s an much more poorly written version of what i wanted to say about the split attraction model:

  • born out of a misunderstanding of sexuality; the myth that the -sexual suffix in bisexual, heterosexual, etc. refers to sexual attraction and/or the act of sex when it refers to the gender(s) that one is attracted to.
  • along with this, sexualizes lgbp identities by insisting that our sexualities are inherently sexual because of the -sexual suffix.
  • encourages people to identify as things like “bihet” and “heteroromantic lesbian”, and to use h*m*sexual/h*m*romantic freely without realizing that these terms have been used to medicalized and pathologize (is that a word?) gay people’s attraction.
  • through dicing up attraction, encourages internalized homophobia/biphobia (e.g. someone who calls themselves “heterosexual h*m*romantic” might really be bisexual); the split attraction model gives people the tools to construct an orientation around internalized homophobia/biphobia rather than confront it (x).
  • encourages people who are not lgbt to freely call themselves q*eer just because they believe they are not “normal” when they label themselves as lithsexual, placiosexual, or something along those lines.
  • seeks to contain attraction when in reality attraction is incredibly complex and it is oftentimes not helpful to try to categorize each and every aspect of it; fails to recognize attraction is different for everyone and attempting to micromanage sexuality (and gender) is incredibly counterproductive and confusing for young lgbt people.
  • seeks to categorize what is the “normal” amount of sexual/romantic attraction when there really is no way for that to be quantified.
  • similarly, implants a false allo-ace dichotomy that is in no way indicative of oppression in society.
  • allows cis straight people to not only deny their cishet privilege, but encourages them to call themselves q*eer due to the conjured idea that not feeling a specific type of attraction makes one oppressed.
  • similarly, leads people to believe that the general public not having knowledge about their very precise “sexuality” is oppression.

that is all i can think to say about this issue at the moment. i know this is actually really incoherent and i’m sorry about that. i hope this isn’t too obnoxious or difficult to read, and if it is you can always send me another message and i will try to do better (because i’m still metaphorically punching myself in the face).

It is just frustrating that lesbians not only can’t have our own terms to describe particular ways of experiencing lesbianism (eg butch and femme) but we can’t even have a word that roughly describes our sexual orientations. Somehow even saying “Lesbian as a term is reserved for people who do not experience attraction to men” is being mean and exclusionary. Identifying myself at all and people like me is somehow bad, but don’t worry that’s not homophobia at work obscuring the particular realities of being a gay woman. It’s wild. Of course many women are questioning or unsure and so on but if you send me an ask that starts with “I know for sure that I am attracted to men but -” asking if you’re idk allowed to call yourself a lesbian, why bother asking me when you obviously know the term doesn’t reference that experience ? I’ve made this post like four times now idgi.

Words Fail (Jumin x MC)

Jumin struggles to understand why you chose him.

Word Count: 1257

HOOOOOOLLY moly the cast recording for Dear Evan Hansen came out today and it is stellar!! I absolutely recommend you check it out! I myself, would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for my friend @i-am-loco! They’re without a doubt one of the kindest and sweetest people I’ve met and they deserve plenty of love! This prompt is in fact based on one of the songs this one being Words Fail! I thought it really fit Jumin’s character. Thank you and have a wonderful daY!


Your husband sat with you on the sofa, his arms wound about you with his head resting on his shoulder.

You thought he may fall asleep.

Until he asked you a question.

“Why did you choose me?”

He looked to be deep in his own questions. his eyes murky and smoky with furrowed brows.

His expression held so much sadness and confusion, and yet, somehow tender.

You turned and looked at him in slight confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You could’ve had anyone else…lived a normal life in a nice, small home. You wouldn’t have had to worry about when the world was going to turn its back on you, or have to watch your step so carefully you’d need a magnifying glass to examine everything ahead of you.”

He sighed.

“But you didn’t. You chose this. You chose…me.” He folded his lips, carefully thinking. “Why did you even choose me? I’m not a good man, there’s nothing I can say to excuse some of the things I’ve done.”


He sat up, his grip tightening onto you as though you may disappear. “I never thought I could have someone…who saw the good part of me that I didn’t even know was there, until you came into my life.”

He shot up, recoiling deeper into his thoughts.  “I don’t even have much a proper family for you to meet. I don’t have the fairytale father with his jokes and baseball gloves. I never even had a mother, who was…a mother.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, as though itching at his brain. “That’s not a worthy explanation I know. Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done.” He huffed. “I don’t deserve you! But still…when I saw you for the first time I saw everything I ever wanted. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’ve been right there…and you’ve never left me. I wanted to believe that I deserved happiness, so perhaps I…made it true.”

He gave a half-hearted smile, his nose scrunching up. “After all, everyone wants it. They need it.”

“What do they need?”

“To feel…human. To express your emotions. To love something.” He looked at you. “To love someone. Even if just for a moment.”

He softened for just a moment, his shoulders dropping from his tense build. “All I am is an attractive, wealthy man in a suit. That’s all anyone had ever seen from me. That’s all they expected. A cold, uncaring man to a cold, uncaring world. But I don’t want to be that.”

“No one does.” You muttered.

“And you made me feel like I wasn’t. I don’t want to give up that feeling that I am able to smile, to laugh, and to express myself. I want to believe that I can be a good person, just so that when you say I am…it’s true. That I’m more than just a tether or horrid tangled knots in my head that manage to tie together a broken man! That I’m not such…an utter disaster.”

His voice had lowered, almost at a frustrated growl.

He was becoming frantic.

You could practically hear his heartbeat.

You scrambled to your feet, preparing to go against his words.

“I’m already so proud of you!” You exclaimed, taking his hand and squeezing it encouragingly. “You are a good person! I know that with all my soul. But even good people had times where they slip up. That’s what makes us people.”

He loosened, staring in awe at your words.

He could hardly believe you were real sometimes.

But he couldn’t be more grateful that you were.

“I learned to hide from the rest of the world. Put on my mask and hide in the sidelines in a way. I wouldn’t slip up if I simply slipped away. I never wanted anyone to see the worst of me. Because what if everyone saw? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too…?” He shut his eyes tightly as if blocking out the rest of the world. “I’m so tired of hiding and running. All I ever did was hide an entire piece of myself from the world.”

He raised his head, looking towards you with adoration drenching his gaze. “But then you saw the utterly disgusting parts of me. You saw my strings and you began to untie them. You let me be…me.” He chuckled lightly. “You pulled me into the sun, and everyday I feel so warm just knowing that you love me. That even if I’ve suffered through the worst day of my life, you’ll still be here to pull me through…to…accept me.”

You held your breath before stepping closer. “You want to know why I chose you?”

He didn’t respond this time, simply staring at your curiously.

“Because you have the biggest, heart that’s been left empty far too long. You have so many emotions, and yet no one to share them with. You deserve to know how much you truly matter to me and many others. You don’t have to be a saint to be loved, you just have to be willing to love in return.”

“But if you want specifics,” You laughed. “I love your silly cat puns, the odd light in your eyes you get when you see me, the way you grin just a tiny bit in the morning when you wake up, and I love how much you try. You work so hard to be a good man now and to make up for the things you’ve done. And when you feel things you truly do. With all of your heart and all of your being. You may not always feel like it but you feel everything.”

He pulled you towards him, weaving his hands through your hair fondly as he tipped his forehead against your own.

“Do you want to know what I feel most of all darling…?” He asked in a tired tone, as though he had burst.

“What’s that?” You raised a curious brow, ruffling his hair playfully.

“I feel my love for you most of all,” He hummed. “Even if everything else goes away, I’ll always know and treasure the love I have for you.”

“Nothing is going away, don’t worry. I’m staying right here. I’m not going to leave your side.”

His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates for a moment as he processed your words.

He appeared as though he may even cry.

He let out a deep breath, lips tugging upwards.

“Words fail to describe how much I cherish you…but please know I do, with all of my heart.”

“I never doubted it from the beginning.”

anonymous asked:

I pray for you as a fellow bisexual Christian woman. I hope you find your peace and strength in accepting both your sexuality and our Lord one day. You deserve it as a child of his


Thank you for your prayers! However, I cannot find peace and strength in something that is not of God. I was a strong supporter of the homosexual movement for most of my life, but I decided to get into His Word to learn the truth. Now that I have chosen to follow His ways instead of the ways of the world, I am at peace. I have never been more happy and secure than I am now. I know that my strength and identity are in Christ and that is a beautiful thing.

I accept myself as a child of God and I know that I have certain temptations. I am not a bisexual Christian woman. I am just a Christian woman who experiences SSA. Bisexual is not my identity. My identity is in Christ. Same-sex attraction just happens to be a temptation for me and the cross that I carry. I should carry my cross and follow Christ instead of dropping my cross and saying that acting on my temptations is not sinful. The unconditional love of God does not mean unconditional approval. We cannot and should not twist His Word to fit our sin. We must honor God with our lives. 

As long as I follow Him and trust in His Word, I am at peace.

May God bless you and guide you!

Ad Jesum per Mariam,

María de Fátima

anonymous asked:

Could you not say qu**r so often, please? Or at least tag it? Alternatives could be SGA or trans (depending on which part you're referring to) or LGBT? It's uncomfortable to quite a lot of people if it's used as an umbrella term too. Thank you

While I’m not interested in delving into that discourse on this blog…well, I guess it was gonna happen sooner or later. 

So just to be clear, before I say anything else, let me preface this post by saying that I’m going to state my position on this, but I will not admit any further discussion on the subject on this blog. You’re free to talk to me @talysalankil​ if you feel like having further discussion, but this blog isn’t the right place to do so. Also I’m going to use links from my personal blog because it’s just easier. But frankly if you want better sources on the subject, they’re out there.

Warning for massive wall of text. I tried to structure it, but there you go.

“Queer” has been reclaimed for decades. Many people who are much more knowledgeable than myself have pointed out that it’s been used at least as long as LGBT as an umbrella term (and that it was reclaimed before SGA was even invented), and it has the benefit of being inclusionary. The fact that is a historical slur cannot and should not be ignored, but the thing is, there is literally not a single word in use to refer to people who aren’t cis and straight that hasn’t been used as a slur at one point or another. Fuck’s sake, people still use “gay” today as a derogatory term, even when discussing things that have nothing to do with sexuality.

Meanwhile, SGA is an acronym that takes its root from conversion therapy (yes, really; SGA discoursers have claimed otherwise but survivors of conversion therapy attest to it), so I’m pretty sure it is equally trigger or even more triggering that queer to people.

SGL (same-gender loving) is a less historically charged acronym that I feel less strongly about for that reason, but it also comes from AAVE and I feel like there’s an element of cultural appropriation for me to use it as a white person, just like I wouldn’t use two-spirits because it’s a native american term. 

But that’s not my only issue with either acronym. See, the issue I have with SGA/SGL are multiple, and I’m going to put a cut here because this is getting out of hand:

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anonymous asked:

Them finding out that MC has a tattoo. I'm getting a tattoo soon and am very nervous 😅 so I'd love to see how they would react.

ooo, I personally love tattoos but could never get one for myself! I’m sure it’ll look amazing holy damn


  • His first thought is just
  • Woah
  • Has he ever told you how damn attractive you are??
  • Because you look so amazing with it, and it’s definitely a surprise to him
  • It lowkey reminds him of his motorcycle gang and he may even have one himself
  • But 100% loves it so much he can’t say it enough


  • oH MY GOD 
  • He never realised you were so badass?
  • I mean tattoos mean needles and pain he could nOT have done that
  • Literally thinks you’re amazing and can’t say how much he loves it
  • Definitely wants to touch is but is v shy. Proceed with caution.


  • There was a slight worry that maybe he wouldn’t approve but?
  • It’s so pretty, and he loves every inch of you, so there wasn’t actually anything to worry about
  • A part of him is a little bitter that someone’s touched you to give you the tattoo (especially if it’s in a more intimate place)
  • But at least he’s the only one with access now so


  • She admires this side of you?
  • And now you have to talk about it! 
  • When did you get it? Does it mean anything special to you? Please talk about it, she’s in love
  • The idea of getting one crosses her mind? like she may not go through with it, but the thought definitely comes to her head


  • Woww you are wild
  • Even if it’s just a small one, he thinks you’re awesome for it
  • He’s going to try teasing you for it if he can as always
  • Even starts talking about matching meme tattoos with you
  • But would totally “settle” for one of you having a moon, and the other having a sun or something (matching tattoos are my aesthetic I’m sorry but fiGHT ME)
  • What she says: I'm a woman on a mission.
  • What she means: My husband leaving me for another man leading me to forming a domestic partnership with another woman has caused my repressed lesbian attractions to come to the surface, so now I am going to compensate by aggressively throwing myself into heterosexuality.
the golden rules of college

Clexa Week Day 2 - Roommates

Don’t date your roommate.

Don’t have sex with you roommate.

Don’t masturbate when your roommate could walk in at any moment.

In which Lexa is a small flustered gay and all Clarke wants is to get herself off without being disturbed. And then the roommate situation ascends to an entirely new level…

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When Lexa returns to her dorm after a busy morning of classes to collect something that she forgot to bring with her when she left in a hurry this morning, she knows to expect that Clarke will probably be in their shared room, perhaps working on her laptop on her bed, or sketching at her desk. What she does not expect to find, is that Clarke is on her bed with her back arched, her hand down the front of her pants, and her mouth forming a perfect circle as she gasps out her pleasure.

“Oh fuck!”

They both say the words at the same time, except that while Lexa’s is an ‘oh fuck, I’ve just walked in on my roommate in the middle of an orgasm’, Clarke’s ‘oh fuck’ is soft and breathy and deliciously sinful.

Lexa’s ‘oh fuck’ is accompanied by wide eyes that cannot stop staring and a paralysis that grips her entire body as she stands frozen in the doorway, because while Clarke is still fully clothed and Lexa can’t really see anything, the hand down the front of Clarke’s pants is moving visibly and Lexa can see everything.

Clarke’s ‘oh fuck’ is quickly followed by a second profanity as she realises that she is no longer alone in the room, and she flails around to crawl underneath her duvet, despite there being nothing to cover up.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think each of the characters best physical features are?

Dallas: nothing if you ask him. His eyes if you ask me. (Malek spasming and trying to Not Be Gay and run his mouth about Dallas’ freckles cus’ he corny like that)
Poppy: her eyessss. They’re big and reflective and have long, long lashes.
Dev: if you were to ask him, he’d start flexing.
Paulina: her lips! Always pouty. She likes pink lipstick u3u
Malek: I, personally think Malek is perfect in every way, but his hair makes him handsome. It’s just so flippy. And his nose too. And his dimples. (Malek is written to be very attractive)
Tyler: (Blake screaming in the background: “a stunning ass? A fantastic personality? I am so gay dude. Wait, oh Ty, sorry, I was talking about myself lol” ) his nose. It’s just so nice. Boop-able.
Blake: if you ask him: everything. He is perfect. He really is cute though. (Gotta be fake cocky to hide that wrenching self doubt)
Parker: Parker has lips that curl like a cat’s naturally. It’s very cute. (I think it’s oft forgotten how.. tall.. Parker is. So I say his height too..)
Sara: her!! Eyes!! It has high creases. They are half moons. Her pupils are huge.
Ben: his eyebrows. Captain of the bushy brown crew.
Phoebus: He has a jaw that’s so sharp it could kill a man. His eyes are cornflowers.
His cheekbones could put Cara to shame. I’m kidding. What I’m trying to say is that Phoebus is also like Malek, who’s written to be attractive. Except he’s a dumbass so his attractiveness is often overlooked.
Ari: their chin. Ari also has eyes that look like the void. Better call Anish Kapoor.
Charlie: her. Hair. Look at it. It’s so red and big. She sometimes do Merida impressions for kids parties.

[sorry for any english mistakes]

as someone who id’d as ace at the tender age of /thirteen/, i would like to say that kids that young really aren’t asexual or non-asexual and iding as such (especially on such a radical platform as tumblr) isn’t really a good thing. at thirteen, we’re still young and underdeveloped, and no matter if puberty has started already or not, our minds simply aren’t set for sexuality yet (and for some, yes, sexuality does in a way start to manifest, but for others, it’s still going to take a loooong while for things to get going, keeping in mind how people all develop at different rates).

now, when i was thirteen/fourteen, i was 100% certain that i was asexual. i just didn’t feel /sexual/ attraction to people no matter the gender, and so i readily accepted this identify. i thought nothing of it. so i wasn’t getting off to anybody, cool beans, i went on with my life. nobody thought to say that i may be a little young for sexual feelings yet (despite how, at the time, i had even been open about my young age). it was totally cool, you know.

time passes after thirteen. time passes, and the mind and body continue to change and develop. for me, it took two and a half/three more years of living my life pretty damn happily before i start to realise, hm, wow, why am i feeling this way? but as i was already id'ing as ace (and had people alongside me flaunting the identity), i didn’t even consider the fact that, hey, i’m not ace. i just played it off as hormones, still thought i was ace through and through.

but then the feelings persisted, but again, i thought i was ace, and i was fucking confused. i didn’t know what the hell it was or what to do, and when someone suggested maybe i wasn’t ace, i was like “well no i don’t feel sexual attraction”, still holding onto the ideas and feelings from years past. and hey, who’s going to be the creep to try and intrude on a kid’s sexuality when they’re a stubborn idiot who enjoys using the block button? again, i continued living.

but man, those words didn’t leave me. as the feelings continued on, i started to feel sick with myself. after years of proudly being “ace”, it’s suddenly dawned on me that what i’m feeling is actually sexual attraction (because, yeah, that shit happens when you hit that certain age and wow the kids around you are suddenly actually getting attractive thanks to puberty and you’re own mind and body are very interested in that sort of thing). but while i happily embraced being ace before, i couldn’t accept not being ace. there’s something about the community that just… it’s very hard to explain, but yes, we do have a certain mentality about sexuality. it’s not us, it’s not for us, we don’t experience it, yada yada yada. it’s sort of drilled into us. so now here i am, panicking, totally sick to my stomach at the idea of me actually experiencing sexual attraction. i didn’t understand exactly why i was disgusted, either, i just knew i was. it was incredibly damaging in all honesty (it still comes back to haunt me).

eventually, i worked things out. okay, so, i’m not asexual. that’s cool. and then i have the whole gay crisis, but that’s another story. but i have built an identity for myself on tumblr where i’m ace. quietly, i remove that from bios, but i can’t being myself to say anything else. tumblr, which was normally my safe space to let off thoughts, quickly turns into a place for me to tip-toe around. i can’t afford anybody to know that i’m not ace, not after i had talked about how “no, i’m not tok young to know :/”. it was embarrassing and, shit, i didn’t know how the ace community would act seeing an outsider in their community (i was incredibly ingrained into it, even running a fairly popular (4k+ followers) ace blog). and shit, okay, so maybe i’m not asexual, i can handle that, but how to handle the identity that i have built for myself around being ace?

it was terrifying. still is terrifying if i’m being honest. i still have no fucking clue how to deal with this shit, and it’s still sometimes so hard to deal with it. i still sometimes feel sick with myself when i see a boy and start feelings things because, g-d, somewhere in the back on my mind is still that confused child that just didn’t know or understand sexual attraction. i still haven’t truly said anything about not being ace, still fearing a backlash. the ace community had so willingly accepted me, and for so long i was alongside them making (honestly, really bad) jokes about sexual attraction, but now here i am.

i wasn’t prepared for this. i was thirteen and built myself up around a concept i didn’t understand, and now, years later, i’m still paying the price. and it’s a really shitty price. i was so backed by the community that i couldn’t possibly have been too young and that i knew me that i hadn’t stopped to consider that i may change with time. and damn it, it hurts to think about this. back then, there weren’t more than a small handful of people to warn about the fact that, at thirteen, no shit some people aren’t experiencing sexual attraction and don’t know what the hell it is. and with how the ace community gets so defensive on that topic, when i did get those few who spoke up to me about it, i ignored them in favour of having the community back me in my identity, telling me to be proud of my asexuality.

like fuck, seriously, stop letting thirteen year olds do this to themselves. i still have battles with being comfortable about my sexuality - and, after how i’ve been raised into the idea that no, i knew i was ace, i’m not even surprised, only frustrated - battles that could easily have been avoided. it really is wrong to let thirteen year olds say that their lack of sexuality come from being ace instead of, you know, young age. just as eight year olds aren’t ace for not feeling sexual attraction, thirteen year olds are still too young to properly label as such. take a step back and maybe try to not put halts in the development of children and teens.

When a Scot Ties the Knot - Tessa Dare

(Look at this little vixen just straight up ripping his clothes off.  I love this concept - and this cover.)

Ashley’s Fast & Dirty Review™, because I’m a grad student who works full time while also trying to have a personal life and I don’t have time for that in-depth nonsense.  Will probably contain spoilers. 

The Plot: Madeline has social anxiety and to avoid the hustle and bustle of being a single lady on the ton, she creates a fake boyfriend and keeps up the charade for FIVE YEARS, writing him letters and lying to her family.  She “kills” him and then four years later the man she thought was fake shows up in the flesh to collection his pound of flesh from her.  Just fuck me up, this plot is everything.

The Good:

  • FAKE BOYFRIEND!!!!!  Hot damn, I love this trope.
  • “I dinna care about the color of your frock, lass.  I’m only going to take it off you again.”  Page 56 and I am already losing my shit. Thanks, Dare, way to help me maintain my composure.
  • “I dinna have any feelings, mo chridhe.”  Oooooo, you are a goddamn liar Logan and I cannot wait for you to realize it!  Meanwhile Madeline feels to much and it is heartwarming.
  • He. Wears. Reading. Glasses. And. Reads. In. Bed.  (He even reads P&P!)  He is a highlander GOD and giant fucking NERD.
  • “You may say you dinna want to attract notice.  Well, I notice all of you…In fact, I’m starting to fancy myself a sort of naturalist.  One with verra particular interests.”  (Psst: and then he goes down her and it is beautiful.)
  • “Merciful heavens.  Given her choice of any three words to hear from Logan’s lips, Maddie probably would have chosen I love you.  But she had to admit, Lift your skirts had an undeniable appeal.”
  • As usual, I’m in love with the minor characters: Aunt Thea is a BAMF, Grant is so wonderful and needs protection (mine), and this whole merry bunch of highlanders and women who thumb their nose as society are brilliant and adorable. 
  • But also, lobsters: they get a happy ending, too!

The Bad:

  • If Ms. Dare could please, PLEASE stop making me sob at the end of her books, I would really appreciate it.

The Verdict: Shocking, I know, I that I adored this book.  I fell in love with Madeline from page one: shy, but ridiculously intelligent and talented and haunted by her lies and then Logan, the broken man denying himself love because god forbid he trust anyone besides his war buddies.  Slow burn like a mother, even more than normal in historical romance, but so, so worth it.  And so, so good.

Five Stars

Helpless, Homeless (Josh Dun) Part 1


Heyo guys this is going to be a short multipart series if thats alright as I didnt want to squeeze it all into one update I hope you enjoy it 

Words: 1,500+

triggers: Mentions of physical abuse, homelessness and stealing

if you find any of these triggers sensitive to you then please don’t read as I would much rather someone stays safe than read one of my fics.

If anyone would like to talk to me about any of the triggers in this fic or anything else my inbox is always open if you want someone to talk to or if you want someone to listen. 


Abandoned, stranded, homeless. Those are all terms that could be used to describe my current situation as a pleading beggar, who lies helpless on the cold concrete slabs hoping and praying for the smallest morsel of food to survive on, if i find any I am lucky it means that I got there before the pigeons did. I sit alone hoping that a generous commuter would chuck me a few pence on their way to work which would be enough for me to do the walk of shame to the nearest convenience store, there I would be able to look longingly and hungrily through the shelves as I see what I am able to buy with my precious pennies. This isnt the life I dreamed of as a small girl playing with my dolls, I dreamed of being a princess living in a magnificent castle with my knight in shining armour there by my side to protect me. However the results of me getting older meant that the dream life i had planned for myself had become unrealistic and impossible. If I could show 7 year old Y/N where she was currently at the age of 25 she would be scared stiff. At the age of 17 I then knew that my young and ignorant dreams of becoming royalty and living in an elegant ancient castle were not what I wanted. I wanted to have a home, a safe home for me and my family no prince with shining armor, just me and a man I love and our little family, I wanted to have a stable job that meant I was able to take my dream family on tropical holidays. Was that to much to ask? It seems as though it was. 

I retreat back the small home that I had made for myself in a back alley away from the unsafe streets. I would sit on the hard pavement during the day begging for food and money or anything that would help me get back on my feet however in the evenings I hide away as best as I can trying my hardest not to be to exposed to the unfair world we live in. Its not safe for a young girl to alone on the streets at night, especially a young girl who has no where to go and is in a vulnerable position like myself. my trembling fingers pick apart at the sandwich I had purchased quickly eating it so I could sleep and rest for the night. It was a cold night a freezing one in fact, and it is on night like these I truly wonder to myself what is even the point of living if this is what I am living for? I lie down on the cardboard that I had placed down for me to sleep on, I shudder as my back collides with the cold solid surface. It was my mattress, and I was very careful with it as it is the only thing that is separating me from the concrete slabs.

As soon as I shut my eyes the sounds of the clustered streets around me are heightened dramatically, it feels as though the fast cars are heading straight towards me even though I am safe. Well, as safe as you can be when you are a poor young girl living on the city streets.

Unfortunately, my mind whizzes back to night that I ended up on the streets for the first time. My parents had split up when i was 16 and I was still living at home with my mum and my dad had moved out, i never pressured my parents into telling me why they broke up, the last thing i wanted to do was start a heated argument over something that isn’t that important. However I do know that they didnt end on good terms, they stayed away from each other and couldn’t bare to look each other in the eyes. My mother was lonely and angry I can understand why, but what I will never understand is why she decided to take out her loneliness and anger on me. She stopped me from seeing my beloved father, she believed that if she wasn’t going to be able to see my dad then she didnt want me to be able to see him either. From then on it proceeded to get worse. She would come home every night get drunk, sleep for a while, wake up, the beat me. She would beat me when I would go to check on her and make sure she was all right, consequently she would lash out on me out of pure spite and jealousy.

It got to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore and I wanted to leave and never see her again, I packed up all my belongings and left, I didnt have much I didnt care because all my sights were set on getting out of there and as far away as possible. I walked and walked nd walked and then I ended up in a city in Columbus, Ohio. Here I am, helpless and alone.

I have just woken up to the sound of the commuters going to work in the early hours. This is usually how I am woken up on a weekday, I am used to it. I pack up a few of most valuable things and take them with me. The las time i forgot to do this all my personal belonging were stolen and it was terrible. I can never understand why someone would steal off of a homeless person. Haven’t they lost enough?

7 hours, that’s how long i have been sitting here and I haven’t even raised enough for a sandwich. I was desperate, it never usually gets to this point where I even consider stealing however today is different, and I don’t really know why.

I take my personal belongings with me as I shuffle towards a convenience store to see what I was able to buy today. I go to the clearance section and with my measly coins i am unable to buy anything. I was stuck, what was I going to do? I am starving right now what am I going to be like in a few hours?

I reach out for the sandwich and hastily shove it in the inside of my jacket pocket just after i checked my surrounding area. I walk round the shop for a few more seconds wanting it to appear as though I was still browsing the items before I left. As I was about to complete a successful theft and leave the shop I felt a strong grip tight around my arm, I was expecting whoever it was who had a firm hold on me to be a worker or some type of security worker. Considering this, I concluded that if it was a worker or a security worker they would have made a scene out of this and would have made their actions more known to the people in the surrounding area. But this person was subtle and I wasn’t feeling any kind of aggression in their hold.  

I look up and see a man, not a worker, just a man. I catch myself thinking just a man however he his appearance doesn’t strike me ‘just’ a man. His salmon hair was attempting to escape from under his baseball cap, I was able to see that he has dark eyes that stared down at me with an emotion I can only describe as care, he had arms painted in ink of beautiful designs that had been carefully crafted. I found it difficult to look at this and not think him attractive as he was. However I will not allow myself to think such things as I am in such a position, it would be foolish.

This man pulls away from the exit of the shop and we hide in one of the aisle as to not be seen by any of the workers.

“Let me buy that for you” This man said, this man who I had only met a matter of seconds before hand was offering to buy me some food.

I dont say a word, I have leant not to trust people so easily over the years, and I hand over the food.

He takes it and walks over to get a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, which I could only assume that was what he actually came in for then he goes towards the till. He buys the items and gestures me out of the shop.

“Here you go” He says grinning, a flurry of emotions overwhelmed me I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed that I had let an attractive man see me in such a state.

“Thank you” I whisper and take the bag out of hands, I peer in, I see that the water and chocolate wasnt for him, it was for me along with the sandwich I had attempted to steal earlier.

“My name is Josh, what’s yours?” 

I look at the man who I now as Josh and see that he isn’t looking at me like I was a tramp, he is looking at me like I am an actual person and that is something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time.