i worked hard okay

Tumblr RP 2012: He grabbed a carton of milk and drank it.

Tumblr RP 2014+: Slender digits might curve delicately——&& OPAQUE biodegradable material would find a long-lost home snugly ‘neath gangly sticks of bone and sinew. A cow’s utter hath provided CREAMY substance now floating on white clouds of honeydew in said CARTON—— and as butterfly petals part to receive the rich nectar, a feather-like sigh finds it’s way into the Autumn air.

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He gotta give him that air you know

For every new comment I see about how Bakugou’s horrible and doesn’t deserve love and generally isn’t allowed any room to grow and improve himself my vocalizing of how proud I am of him and how much I appreciate all the work he’s putting in becoming a better person increases tenfold just in the hope that all my love will somehow reach him and let him know that all the effort he’s putting in bettering himself isn’t actually a waste of time

I see you and I appreciate you and I’m so so so so proud of you you slightly-less-angry-and-way-more-caring-than-in-the-beginning dandelion

reasons you think people hate j*nerys: the incest, the “predictability”, because i prefer jonsa, daen*rys being infertile, etc.

reasons i hate j*nerys: jon and daen*rys are two fundamentally different people both politically and philosophically and would therefore never work as a couple, especially considering that daen*rys stands in the way of the northern independence jon (and robb, tbh) has built his life on fighting for for the past six seasons :)

i have two rough and tumble boys. they climb trees and play swords and have more nerf guns than is fucking healthy. they love disc golf and camping and fishing and dragons and shit marvel movies and xbox and, god help me, fedoras and wearing socks w/ their slides. but they also love sewing and cooking and drawing and the color pink and they know how to iron clothes and scrub a fucking toilet. they prance around the house in my high heels because they think its badass that i can go backwards down the stairs in them. one of them has long hair and gets teased for it. they know about bodily consent. they know about the patriarchy and how toxic that is. they know what intersectional feminism is. they know what emotions are and are learning how to handle them in healthy ways. they’re currently watching moana for the seven-fucking-thousandth day in a row and belting the shit out of the songs, not just maui’s, because it’s a good fucking movie. we go on bike rides and walks and play these awful geek role playing games that i hate but we do, because they love them. they know about institutional racism and the school to prison pipeline, police brutality, redlining, etc. and all the layers of privilege they were born into. we only read family books that had a girl protagonist for a year. this coming year, we aren’t reading any books about white kids. they love plays. we talk about internal biases and acknowledge that we are all racist, and learning ways to overcome that and educate ourselves. 

anyway fuck gender norms and ‘boys will be boys’ and ‘my kid is too delicate to handle these heavy topics’ bullshit. you can let boys express themselves in traditionally masculine ways, if that’s what they want, and still raise them to be thoughtful, conscientious human beings. it isn’t that fucking difficult.

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for @allmycharactersare-dead: oikawa, iwaizumi & the flock 1 and 2 trainees from wingbeats!! because dragons and dragon riders are. the coolest. also I promised you a thing!! ヾ(*´∀`*)ノ 

To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.

I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.

Boys like him don’t come wrapped in pretty packages with bows and ribbons-
Boys like him come in sleepless eyes and bruised knuckles.

They see girls like you, with wide eyes and soft lips-
And crave for that vulnerability.
So they wear a smile that’s almost too bright and hold your hand almost too hard,
And they love.

They love you until your heart bleeds and your eyes sting, they love you until you’re too blinded by the daggar they’re twisting into your ribcage.

Girls like you though, they believe that they can kiss their knuckles until they’re healed. So they wait around for boys like him to grow up.

But boys like him don’t grow up, they drain-

and it works every time with girls like you.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #108
yoi characters as things ive done
  • yuuri: had a panic attack at prom and proceeded to dance through the anxiety
  • viktor: chased my shot of whiskey with jungle juice (it wasnt my cup of jungle jucice) (i dont know whose cup it was)
  • yurio: had a picture of my friend's cat's kitten as my lockscreen
  • mila: given out sex advice to way more people than you'd expect
  • phichit: i show a video of my one friend drunk explaining the plot to Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer to everyone i mention her to
  • chris: made out with my friend as she was grinding on a random guy
  • georgi: ceremoniously stuffed everything i got from an ex into a box and stashed it deep in my closet... except for that pin, i like that pin
  • mari: let my brother and his gf fuck downstairs while i turned up bob's burgers extra loud
  • minako: stayed up all night helping a friend write an essay that he didnt even turn in
  • otabek: one of my friends was too scared to speak to me for three years because she thought i was "too cool" (she knows now that im a fucking nerd)
  • jj: got so high with a friend and told her that her bed was now "my kingdom" we proceeded to make a fort (my castle)