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poedamerone > elizabehtolsen

bc i love it and she’s my all time fav and i can’t believe it was free
i keep tracking #userlaure & i’ll start tracking #elizabehtolsen as well, so please, tag me in your edits, it’d make me so happy!

& please, reblog to spread the word ♡

Dear “the (closeted) lesbian who lived here one year ago today”,

Wow. I can’t believe it’s been exactly one year since you worked up all your courage, watched 7 different Kate McKinnon interviews on YouTube, and decided “Ah, fuck T**mp, I’m gonna make today about me by coming out for the first time”. It is possibly the bravest and stupidest thing you’ve ever done, but I am so, so glad you did it.

You didn’t understand why it had taken you so long, but I do. Even though your mom would never get angry with you, and she’s probably a better ally than most people in your small town of Squaredanceville, USA, and you once overheard her respond when your dad was saying he didn’t “get” gay people “Well, I don’t understand what makes someone want to play baseball, but does that mean I get to decide whether baseball’s a good sport?” It was one of the single best comebacks you’d ever heard, and it’s a tragedy you still thought you were straight when it took place.

You didn’t understand why you got so angry when people asked if you had a crush on anyone, but I do. Even though, at the moment, you really didn’t, and you were never the real gossipy type, and it’s not like you were even friends with those people so trusting them with your secrets had no upside other than feeling like a normal person for 0.2 seconds. You are not normal, you are extraordinary, but that’s beside the point.

You didn’t even understand why you felt so much about girls, but I do. Even though you first had your gay feelings punch you in the heart back in April, and again in July, and again every single other day since then, you didn’t know how to explain it. Or to prove it to yourself that it wasn’t a phase, and it wasn’t a last ditch effort for popularity.

I’m going to be blunt with you: You still won’t understand some things this time next year. T**mp will still be president. Even though you told Mom, you still won’t be out to your whole family, because coming out is a longer process than you thought. But I’m so glad you took the first steps. And as a thank you, here are the answers to those questions that constantly floated around your head.

First, you don’t have to prove anything. If you have a label that makes you feel empowered, use it, even if straight society turns it into a dirty word. In an effort to help another friend sort out their identity, you will come to understand things about yourself. Like that, all in all, gayness is built on love so deep it can’t be controlled or destroyed, and your decision to embrace that love will be proof enough for anyone. (or at least anyone that matters)

Second, you have a right to be angry. Ever since your best friend (and probably first crush) Olivia moved to another city in second grade, you’ve endured having to put on fake crush after fake crush just to not seem like too much of a “freak”. From the time you were born, all your media has told you boy+girl is the only way. So your rage is justified, just as long as you never let it tear you down. Use that anger to inspire you to make the world a better place for those who will grow up in the society our generation creates, because yeah, the world is straight as hell, but we have the power to change it.

And last, I remember you putting in the blu ray copy of Ghostbusters: Answer the Call because Paul Feig movies were the only was you could ever get through this inauguration, and shaking with nerves at the thought of what you’re about to say, and wondering why does coming out have to be so hard? I want to tell you: You didn’t wait too much. Even though you’ve already known for almost a year, coming out involves opening your entire soul to someone, a metaphorical trust fall of sorts. And for you, that might be the most terrifying idea ever, even when you know the person’s going to catch you.

In the coming year, you will get gayer. You will come out to at least 5 more people, with some going perfectly (like finding out your scene partner is also gay while backstage in Guardians of the Galaxy: The Musical, 3 seconds before you go onstage), and some going badly (but after 4 months you’ll never have to see that person again!), and some just going strangely (but don’t worry, they’ll come around). You will not get a girlfriend, which is a bummer, but you will get one anonymous ask on tumblr that might be flirting but also might not be, and will result in you screaming to your groupchat at 3 a.m. about how no one’s ever had a crush on you.

Most of all, you will learn to love yourself. Honestly, I’m not sure how this happened either, but I love and respect you, even with all your insecurities and mistakes. You are funny, you are beautiful, and you are a lesbian, and I’ll be honored to inevitably join you in memory 365 days from now when I’m writing a second one of these notes.

Sincerely,

The semi-closeted lesbian who lives here now

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

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time to dance // panic! at the disco

i think the ultimate taz cosplay is just wearing anything you want but going up to all the lup cosplayers and handing them IOU notes for $15

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A redraw and a couple o’ doodles. It’s 1 am and I’m going to a fair tomorrow before I leave for college. PEACE suckers.

oh wait before I forget


listen to my excellent midnight song selection

I promise this au isn’t always a nightmare shitshow there are a lot of nice things like how Ladybug kisses the mitamas before they go back to Greyling.

She unfortunately doesn’t know that he actually can see and kind of feel (?) her do that. Gets him every time

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10-Heart Pop-Art Eligibles

So here it is, all in one place. Thank you all, it’s been fun!

If you’d like, check out the previous 10-Heart Pop-Art posts or some of my other personal work.

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Clave or Circle: is there a difference?

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

hello!! it’s megan aka mygjhs aka cinnamonsuga. i promised to do a mutual appreciation post when i hit 4k but i’m almost at 5k now and….wow. i honestly cannot believe so many people follow me. thank you from the bottom of my heart! even if i’m not following you, i appreciate you being here with me and screaming about our boys together. 

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Happy New Year, Broadway fans!!

In 2018…

May all your favorite shows stay open and have a wonderful run.

May your bootlegs be high-quality and free of audience members blocking the camera.

May your favorite Broadway actors appear in movies and TV shows.

May you make amazing new friends through mutual theater fandoms.

May the 2018 Tonys be less stressful than 2017′s (and be hosted by a less terrible human being).

May the casts you love post content that makes you smile on hard days.

May you fall in love with new shows and new actors, and fall in love with your old favorites all over again.

May good things happen to your favorite actors.

May they like your posts on social media.

May Nic Rouleau stay in The Book of Mormon. (Forever.)

May the understudies you adore finally get the appreciation and big opportunities they deserve.

May you realize that the Broadway community wouldn’t be the same without you. 

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still trying to break in this t-t-t-tablet so here are some morioh sketches!