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Weird Human Things

Breastfeeding

Jaal: Human females seem more… Curvy than their male counterparts..

Ryder: Are you asking why we have breasts?

Jaal: …Perhaps.

Ryder: *Laughs* They’re for feeding babies.

Jaal: What?

Ryder: Our mammary glands produce milk for babies!

Jaal:

Baby teeth

Jaal: Humans have multiple sets of teeth?

Ryder: Well, kind of. We’re born with no teeth, we grow a set of ‘baby’ teeth. Then in childhood all those teeth fall out and our permanent set grow in. It can be painful and bloody.

Jaal: That sounds terrifying. 

Static hair

Jaal: Ryder your hair is floating

Ryder: Oh, yeah that happens sometimes.

Jaal: *confused cat face*…What!?!

Blushing

Jaal: Ryder! Your colors are changing!

Ryder: It’s just hot Jaal. Humans turn red sometimes.

Jaal: So, this is normal?

Ryder: Kind of. Blushing can signify distress, but It’s usually no big deal.

Jaal: Distress? Are you not well? 

Ryder: I’m fine Jaal, it’s just hot here 

 *Sometime later after certain saucy scenes* 

Jaal: Ryder, Are you in distress?! Your colors! 

Ryder: *Laughs* No Jaal, I’m fine. 

Freckles

Jaal: Why do some humans have spots while others do not?

Ryder: Spots?…Oh, you mean Freckles.

Jaal: Freckles?

Ryder: Yeah, just genetics. Some human’s just have…spots. *Ryder smiles*

Talk and Walk

Jaal: Why is Liam pacing the ship?

Ryder: He’s on a call Jaal.

Jaal: ??????

Ryder: Oh, human’s like to lap their homes while on calls.

Talking to animals

Pyjak: *squeak*

Ryder: *Squeak!*

Jaal: What are you-

Ryder: Shhh! I’m talking to my child.

Jaal: ?!?!?!

Microwave

*Liam sprints desperately to the kitchen*

Jaal: What’s going on?

Ryder: *dead serious* He has to stop the microwave before it hits zero or it explodes.

Jaal: WHY WOULD HUMANS DESIGN SUCH A FAULTY DEVICE?!?!

Ryder: *Laughing*

Jaal: an…Idiom?

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Giraffe Boy gets a Giraffe Mug for his rainy day at the café ♡

Ok so I finally saw beauty and the beast today so HERE WE GO

-batb au EXCEPT
-except
-enjolras is the prince turned into the beast
-enjolras, who is a charming young man capable of being terrible
-(((((see what I’m saying)))))
-so then taire
-my beautiful boy
-who has so many heckin hobbies
-who knows SO MANY things
-((so many))
-but who’s always kinda disregarded as the weird dude
-grantaire who loves his mother s o much
-grantaire switched places with his mother once se gets caught be the beast
-(grantaire who completely thinks it’s his fault and won’t let his mother take the fall for it)
-fey’s lumiere and ferre’s cogsworth I just feel like I need to mention that
-les Amis are all the servants
-so les amis are trying to get them together
-grantaires a romantic who loves love stories and maybe
-just maybe
-enj starts to think they’re not so dumb anymore
-really I just want taire falling in love with enjolras not for his looks
-not because he is “”“Apollo”“”
-but because he’s a Massive Dick who also happens to be wonderful
-also I mean when enj transforms back into enj
-taire would be so fucked
-“holy shit what the fuck”
-“you didn’t mention that you are the most attractive man on the planet”
-enj: “it didn’t seem very important”

“Sæll vinur, hvað viltu? Þú veður í villu, ég vil stelpur. Hey, drullaðu þér, einn tveir þrír! Farðu í rassgat – ég er hýr, ég er hýr.”

[Translation: “Hey buddy, what do you want? You are mistaken, I want girls. Hey, get lost, one two three. Fuck off – I’m queer, I’m queer.”]

So uuuuh this is an Icelandic translation of a video by @jaxxgarcia which is… MUCH better than this lmao but idk have this thing I guess.

Fast Car

Prompt: Reader is a reporter who gets the interview of a lifetime.

A/N: Yikes. hopefully this will be okay until I have enough time to get something better out? hah.. :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

An exclusive with Bucky Barnes. 

As a young reporter, you had started from the very bottom. You grabbed coffees, fetched papers, and did everything you can to work you way up to the top. 

You hadn’t found yet that story that would skyrocket you to the top. Every good reporter had that story that helped everyone believe that they were ready for headlining articles. 

Bucky Barnes was your ticket. 

Interviewing The Winter Soldier, who after decades has finally broken his silence. There was no better article, and you were glad that you were the one who nabbed it. 

You straightened out your pencil skirt and made your way into the elevator, making sure your press pass was visible to everyone. 

As you expected, every floor was offices and cubicles which somewhat confused you because you heard of the penthouse at the top of the tower that housed the Avengers. It was supposed to be marvelous and these offices didn’t show much. 

You clutched the tape recorder to your body, smiling once you finally hit the top floor. 

Before the doors opened, the elevator stopped abruptly. “State your name and business.” A robotic voice said, almost causing you to drop your things. 

“U-uh, (Y/F/N), reporter for the New York Times and here to interview Bucky Barnes.” Your sentence became less shaky with every word, clearing your throat at the end and straightening your posture. 

A moment had passed and the elevator doors opened. 

You blew out a breath and stepped your right foot forward. As your heels clicked against the floor, you followed the slightly narrow passage way to the end, where you were greeted by the famous Vision. 

“Hello miss, may I take your coat for you?” 

You were at a loss for words, only allowing him to slip the coat off of your shoulders and watching as he hung it up. He motioned for you to follow him.

“You must have been very persuasive to have Mr. Barnes say yes to you.” He spoke politely and quietly, causing you to smile. 

“I try my best. Persistence is key in the art of journalism.” You responded, seeing him nod his head and hold his hand out to the open room in front of you. 

You walked into it and sat down at the desk, crossing your legs as Vision told you Bucky would be with you in just a moment. 

All of your items were laid out neatly in front of you, your foot tapping softly while you examined the room. 

Just as you were about to turn around, you saw Bucky Barnes enter the room. 

A gasp fell from your lips, his sudden presence startling you despite the fact that you expected him. 

You cleared your throat, “Hello Mr. Barnes. I’m-” 

“(Y/F/N), I’m glad you came.” Bucky’s smile was warm and inviting, sitting across from you and folding his hands in front of you. 

His metal hand sparkled in the slight sunshine through the paneled windows. You were suddenly aware of your breathing, attempting to calm your quickly beating heart. Nervousness fluttered through your belly, and you felt nauseous. 

“Right, shall we get started?” You asked, opening your notepad to look at your questions. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you fiddle with your tape recorder and pressed record. 

You swallowed, floored by his attractive features. You had seen pictures, but nothing compared to the real thing. “What exactly to remember about your fall off that train?” 

“You waste no time in getting to the juicy details,” Bucky chuckled, “I don’t remember much. I have bits and pieces there but nothing really that could put the puzzle together.” 

You nodded, smiling softly at his somewhat happy persona. You were glad to see that he had moved on from such a traumatizing event. “Everyone has heard Mr. Rogers’ side of the story, but do you remember anything from the train itself?” 

“Again, it’s bits and pieces. However, I do remember kicking some ass,” his statement had caused a small giggle to escape your mouth, “and I remember Steve’s face as I was hanging off of the train. After that, it’s mostly blank.” 

Bucky’s mood had shifted slightly, though he tried to play it off. 

“Do you remember anything from the HYDRA lab? Who had put your arm on you, who had pulled you from the snow?” 

“No comment.”

Bucky’s response jarred you, causing you to look over your questions again and find a less intrusive one. 

“You were a prisoner of war at one point, a German tank had invaded your unit and taken all of you to someone named Colonel Lohmer. What did he do to you?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes widening as he coughed quietly. 

So much for less intrusive.

“That’s when they injected me with a serum, the same one that was put in Steve. However, Steve’s was a willing subject and I was tied down to a steel bed and was pricked with needles until I couldn’t feel a thing anymore.” Bucky muttered, shifting in his seat. 

You were surprised by his sudden urge to open up, causing you to tilt your head, “Who was Arnim Zola, in your eyes?” 

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, “A monster.” 

“What did he do?” You decided to take a different approach to the question you had asked before. 

Bucky bit his lip, thinking over his wording, “He tortured me, he brainwashed me, he caused so much pain and suffering in my life that when I was me, I didn’t know if I wanted to be me anymore. I had no out, for 60 years.” 

You blinked back your tears and sighed softly, regretting this interview for the sole fact that you didn’t want to make him relive those horrendous memories, but you had to carry on. 

“When Steve found you in Bucharest, what did it feel like?”

“I was terrified,” he blew out a breath of air, “I barely remembered the guy. I read about him in a museum and that’s where all my information had come from. I didn’t know if it was a trick to lure me in, so I ran.” 

“And when did you start regaining your memory of him?” 

“When he and Tony were on the fritz.” He smiled, shaking his head and wordlessly allowing you a ticket into his mind. 

You were glad that you were able to change the subject, still getting great material for the article without bothering him. “Is he still your best friend?” 

“Easily.” He whispered, leaning forward on the desk and grinning at you. You smiled when his eyes met yours, his baby blues causing you to melt at the sight. 

After a moment of you not saying anything, Bucky spoke up, “Do you have a best friend?” 

Bucky’s hand reached for the recorder and pressed pause, your breathing picking up as he did so. “U-uhm, why do you ask? This interview is for you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Can this be off the record?” Bucky murmured, staring into your eyes and ignoring your question. 

You wordlessly nodded, watching him intensely. 

“Ever since I saw you entering this building, I have been immensely attracted to you.” 

Your jaw dropped, not expecting this from him at all. He reached forward, taking two fingers and closing you jaw. 

“I allowed this interview because many people had asked before, but none were as persistent as you. They usually gave up after a few failed attempts, but you just kept trying. I had to see the person behind the emails.” Bucky’s admission made you lean back and attempt to relax on the back of the chair. 

“You agreed to the interview because you wanted to see who I was?” 

Bucky nodded.

“Well are you pleased with what you see, Mr. Barnes?” You whispered, watching as he took your hand in his. Your breathing was staggered, this certainly wasn’t a story you wanted to tell. 

“Very much so.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a sly grin, your pulse racing as he stood up from his seat. 

All thoughts of the interview had left your mind as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and felt Bucky brush your hair neatly behind your ear. 

Bucky smirked, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his lips met yours. 

It was happening all so fast, his hands roaming your body and your fingers interlocked tightly in his hair. He was quick to lift you from your seat and set you on the table, your thighs on either side of his waist, keeping him close to you. 

His scent was almost intoxicating, you felt like you didn’t have control over your body and you just floated above, watching the two of you and feeling heat creep up your neck as your chest heaved with anticipation. 

“What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. 


The white sheets surrounded you two as you finally awoke from your sleep.

Bucky’s arms had kept you close to his chest, the metal of his hand feeling cool against the skin of your stomach. 

You heard quiet snores from behind you, his nose buried in your hair. 

You took a moment to reflect on how you had gotten here in the first place. It was confusing to say the least, but you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. 

You carefully unwrapped yourself from his grip, reaching for your blouse and slipping it over your shoulders. 

As you stood up from the bed, Bucky noticed your movement, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

A smile spread across your lips, “I’m going to go write my story.” 

You turned back and saw Bucky wiping the sleep out of his eyes, “No you’re not. You think I sleep with a girl and just kick her out?” He stood and walked to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your lips, “You gotta think me more of a gentleman, darlin’.” 

“So that part of the rumors is true.” 

“Hmm?” 

“You make a woman swoon just by the twinkle in your eye.” You said, feeling Bucky’s hands button up your shirt for you. 

He finished up, handing you your skirt, “You can write your story but after we get some breakfast.” 

You followed him out of the door and slowly slipped past all the other doors in the penthouse. 

A giggle left your throat as Bucky gripped your hand tighter in yours, “We have to be quiet so no one asks questions.” 

You grinned, nodding your head and watching as he opened the door to the kitchen. 

Bucky bumped into the table, causing you to laugh and cover your mouth once he shushed you. “Sorry!” you whispered. 

Just as you and Bucky looked up, you saw Clint with the newspaper in his hands and cereal in his mouth as he stared with shock at you two. 

“Oh boy.” You said, stepping behind Bucky and hiding your blush. 

“Is that the reporter?!” Clint yelled, cereal spilling from his mouth. Bucky nodded. 

“You fucked the reporter?” 

“Clint!” Bucky yelled, causing you to stifle your giggles as Clint had milk drip from his mouth. 

Clint rolled his eyes, “When you said you thought she was hot I didn’t think that you’d be able to get her into your bed the same night.” 

You finally spoke up, “Bucky works in mysterious ways.” 

“Hey Clint I found that-” Tony walked into the room, cut off by your presence. You were shell shocked, suddenly faced with 3 of the Avengers in one room. 

“Oh my god he fucked the reporter.” Tony said, his eyes wide as he held an item in his hands. “Tony!” Bucky yelled, your hands now over your mouth to keep your laughs in. 

Soon enough, you were faced with Bruce, Steve, and Vision, who had come into the kitchen after hearing a commotion between Bucky and Tony. 

Steve was the first to speak directly to you, “Uh, hi. You a friend of Bucky’s?” 

You nodded, “You could say that.” 

“I see the interview went well.” Vision said, his lips turned up into a small smirk. Your jaw dropped, as Steve had put two and two together. “You’re the-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you only nodded, shrugging your shoulders. 

Bucky and Tony had stopped bantering long enough for you to speak, “I’m just gonna go. Sorry for all this-” 

“Nonsense,” Bruce muttered, “You’ll have breakfast here. Everyone who wakes up here stays for breakfast. It’s a rule.” 

“Fair enough.” You muttered, the awkwardness diminishing as people walked towards the table. 

Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly while you took a deep breath.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was the start to a very, very strange relationship. 

FINAL THOUGHTS ON THE LEFOU DISCOURSE

First, can people please quit the ‘and Disney’s patting themselves on the back for this’ thing? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard people say that.

Disney never did what they’re accused of. They didn’t even say a word about it on social media or in the press, as far as I’m concerned (correct me if I’m wrong, I might be.) They weren’t even behind the idea of making LeFou gay.

The movie’s director and Josh Gad were. It wasn’t even in the script in the first place. It was just Bill Condon, a gay man whose long-time partner is a producer of the movie, taking that decision (be it to make LeFou gay or roll with Josh Gad’s interpretation, I admit I’m not sure how it happened exactly), letting Josh Gad do his thing, and then hoping Disney would be okay with it. I don’t care what you think of Disney in general, I’m personally not a Disney fan in the first place, but I care about misinformation.

Because it was Bill Condon, in an interview with a gay magazine, deciding he wanted to reveal it and being happy about it because he’d tried to include diversity in his movie. Not Disney. And what did he say about the ‘gay moment’, that wasn’t included in the Internet article? (it wasn’t the full version, if you wanted to read the whole thing you had to buy the magazine) That he was anxious not to overstate it, because “it’s a moment - it only lasts five seconds.” He never tried to pretend the scene would be huge.

Do you know who patted Disney on the back as if they were behind that decision? Do you know who ignored the full article to make their own, and by doing so did exactly what Bill Condon didn’t want to happen, and spread misinformation everywhere? The media.

Do you know who didn’t do a tiny bit of research that didn’t require buying the magazine before getting all mad and hateful? You all.

I’m tired of your negativity. I’m tired of you all shitting on the movie without even seeing it because you heard the 'gay moment’ is a three seconds scene. Shitting on LeFou without even giving him a chance because all you see is his animated counterpart (and god, did I hate the animated LeFou, and still do,) even though with a little bit of research you would have known he wasn’t going to be portrayed like a villain and an actual fool in the live action.

Besides, there’s more than that ‘gay moment’ at the end. LeFou really is gay and it’s there for the whole movie, as it should be. He’s not just thrown in a guy’s arms and whoop, surprise, he’s gay! Except the Gaston scene, it was subtly obvious that LeFou was gay, which I think is accurate given the time period (by that I mean he’s not going to openly tell everyone who wants to hear it that he likes men–particularly in that village)

Then, LeFou wasn’t funny because he’s gay. He was just funny. And gay. To be honest sometimes Lumière and Cogsworth felt more like comic relief characters than LeFou did.

That’s for the people who haven’t seen it and decided they wouldn’t. Now, about those who have seen it. I honestly can’t believe how many of you are like ‘there’s only one gay moment and it was shit and his gayness was played for laughs’ when… no? There’s more? Did we see the same movie?

And then, there are all the people saying LeFou is a homophobic stereotype.

Let’s be honest here, the only scene in which you could argue he was a flamboyant gay stereotype was the ‘Gaston’ scene. Yeah. That one over the top musical number. In which LeFou was confident, happy and adorable and didn’t give a flying f*ck what people thought of him. And guess what? No one in the movie ever mocks him for it, ever even reacts to him being flamboyant. Not even that asshole Gaston. I personally thought it was an amazing moment.

So… we’re going to do a LeFou scenes recap.

Introduction: LeFou’s funny, not because he’s gay but because he’s pretty much insulting Gaston and Gaston doesn’t notice. It’s basically shown he’s more clever and more reasonable than Gaston. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Arriving in the village: he just gets off his horse and tells the Bimbettes who were gushing over Gaston that it’s never going to happen. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Conversation with Gaston after ‘Belle’: he’s got a funny line, but it has nothing to do with him being gay. Then, he does a little head move and a sort of humming sound before following Gaston, that’s true. It could be interpreted as LeFou trying to imitate Gaston, or him acting towards Gaston the same way Gaston acts towards the Bimbettes. Either way, are you really going to hate on him for that little thing?

Mirror: he’s being his little sassy self. Nothing to say until the 'me neither.’ Probably the only moment that could be considered as 'gay for jokes.’ He wasn’t more ridiculous than Gaston a second before, though.

Already talked about the Gaston scene above.

After the ‘Gaston’ scene: “LeFou you’re the best, how is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” was basically a ‘I’m gay and I have a crush on you’ moment, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen the movie eight times, and no one ever laughed. Because it’s not funny. The tone of the moment, the absence of music… that scene clearly touched on the ‘LeFou is gay’ subject, probably in the most direct way in the whole movie, but wasn’t played nor shot as something funny. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

In the woods: LeFou’s once again funny in this one, but because of how he deals with Maurice’s babbling about the Beast and the castle, and with Gaston’s anger. Funny lines, funny expressions easing the oncoming darkness of the scene. Again, it has nothing to do with the fact he’s gay. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

In the tavern: for the second time LeFou shows he has a conscience and questions Gaston’s actions. He’s not comfortable with what has been done and will be done in the scene. There’s nothing funny about him in that scene. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Mob: once again he tries to talk some sense into Gaston. Nothing funny here, at all. This is the most serious LeFou gets. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Castle battle: LeFou is back to being funny at some points (‘you must be his grandmother’) Also he knows how to give a good punch, you go boy. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Ending: just some dancing. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

So, yeah. This is what makes some people call LeFou a “homophobic stereotype.” Two tiny, not even five seconds moments at the beginning of the movie, out of everything else that was absolutely fine, and yeah, an over the top musical number.

I’m not saying LeFou is perfect representation. But it’s a start, and not a terrible one, by a gay director who had nothing but good intentions. 

Listen. LeFou doesn’t die. LeFou doesn’t end up heartbroken. He’s not a villain. We’ve got a smart, sassy, confident canon gay character in a 1 billion dollars Disney movie, who goes through actual character development, taking him from worshipping and admiring Gaston because of their years of friendship and his loyalty and love for him, to questioning Gaston’s actions, to trying to confront him, to switching sides and being hinted at getting the boyfriend he deserves at the end.

Isn’t that enough for a first? I mean, believe me, I want a gay princess or a gay prince as well. I want a queer Disney story. We’re not there yet, but we will be. And it starts with characters like LeFou. 

To those of you who are/were upset by LeFou’s character: I’m not saying you have no right to be. This is how you feel. This post isn’t for you, but if it helped change your mind, great! But there’s being upset or upset and angry… and then there’s just being angry bordering on straight up hateful. Too many people are just bitter and angry and spreading useless hate, including people who haven’t even seen the movie. I think that’s a shame. LeFou is a good character. They’ve done a wonderful job reinterpreting him, and he and the movie don’t deserve any of the hate they’re getting.

I guess I’m done here. This is what I wanted to say. I love LeFou, I love what they did with his character, I’m hopeful for the future of queer characters in Disney movies, and I’m not going to be sorry for it.

ps: don’t bother with anon hate, I won’t answer and I’ll immediately block you.

Today I hit 5000 followers so I smashed my face into a cake like I promised. This blog has been a wild ride and I want to thank all of you for embracing Aunt Tanya and her family and laughing at my jokes. I love you. Stay classy. Don’t forget your roots. More celebration to come soon.

ok since i literally never shut up about how much i love youngmin i just wanted to talk about my last gifset aka the scene where youngmin gives dongbin a pep talk right after practicing in front of boa. i could talk about everything regarding boys & girls team but i’m gonna focus on this specific moment because it speaks so much about his personality and shows us a little bit of how wonderful he is !!!

everyone here knows that youngmin is always working behind the scenes to help out the other kids and this instance right here is the best example of that. the boys went to sit down in the back and it was another group’s turn to practice so none of the cameras or attention should’ve been on them but that’s how genuine he is; he never intended for people to see or hear his encouragement for dongbin in the first place. he wasn’t doing it bc he wanted to look good in front of the camera, he was doing it for the sake of his team member and his team member only. he wasn’t making a big fuss out of it and he wasn’t trying to prove how nice of a person he was. his compassion for the other boys on this show is simply so genuine.

when youngmin talked about how nervous he was, he wasn’t comparing his situation to dongbin’s. even tho he was a bnm trainee who had a lot of burden and pressure, he wasn’t using it as a way to guilt dongbin. he didn’t mean “oh you shouldn’t be nervous, i’m the one who has more pressure and more consequences, etc.” or anything that made dongbin feel inferior; in fact, he was sharing his worries with dongbin to make him realize that they were both the same. he was letting dongbin know that he understood how nervous he was bc he felt the same way too, that it was natural for them to be nervous and they shouldn’t be ashamed of it. here he was acting as an older figure by reassuring dongbin that even tho they’re nervous, they can still do this.

another important thing that youngmin does is that he doesn’t blame dongbin for his lack of rapping skills. yes, everyone knows that dongbin’s rapping skills are not up to par and that he’s struggling, but he never outright criticizes him for not being able to do something. instead he addressed dongbin’s fear of failing onstage bc his confidence is what really makes or breaks his performance. when youngmin points out to dongbin that he has performed well before and that he can do it again, he’s reminding him of his value and how successful he can (and will) be. not only does that help dongbin gain some more self-esteem, it shows how much he cares about him to remember his past achievements when they weren’t even on the same team.

the tone youngmin uses might seem intimidating at first bc he’s talking so fast and firmly but when you pair it with his hand gestures and body posture, you can definitely tell that he’s just concerned and wants to be able to help ease dongbin’s troubled mind. he gives dongbin his full attention and even takes his hand into his for support. he never breaks eye contact and the fist bump he initiates at the end makes it clear to dongbin that he is not angry with him and that he is not blaming him in the slightest. youngmin knows how to communicate with others well, especially with those younger than him since he has a younger brother at home, and it really helps him establish the trust and bond between him and his team members as both a mentor and a friend who wants the best for him. i don’t know how dongbin views youngmin but compared to how his previous team treated him when they were picking the center, i hope he was able to see how much youngmin truly cared for him and wanted him to improve with his own ability.

anyways that’s all i wanted to say about this, or all i remember right now anyways i just really love youngmin a lot and the way he treats other people on the show is really inspiring he’s truly an angel a gift to the world and i love him so much ;;;

It’s funny, in a way, to feel like you’re right where you need to be, yet also feeling so out of place. Feeling so important, and yet, like nothing.

Feeling like he could disappear, and nobody would really notice. And why would they, really?

Sometimes Hajime just… exists.

Time stands still, sometimes, when he’s alone.

His brain works too fast, stomach feels hot and weighted. Feels like there’s bile in his throat, that he has to try to swallow down, shake away-

Forcing away the bad thoughts works…for a bit.

But it never takes long for the ugly feelings to claw their way back up to the surface.

God, why is it so hard?

Why does he feel like crying when he sees everyone acting so… normal?

Why is it so hard to be like everyone else - to walk like them, talk like them, feel like them? To talk even to his friends-

“I’m fine,” he says, a lie-

“Don’t worry,” he pleads, not knowing what else to say, how else to placate their fears-

He longs for a touch, for comfort, for something. Anything, but he can’t ask, can never put words to his thoughts, can’t say them out loud, won’t dare breathe life into them and make them real.

It’s too hard.

He’s too afraid.

To reach out and be met with… nothing.
It’s easier to hide, to let his dark thoughts screech inside his head, to fake a smile and and laugh and listen, never talk-

Nobody notices anyway.

His pain is invisible.

Or…

Well.

Maybe that’s not quite always true.

Because when everything is dark and heavy - oh God how heavy his chest feels, the weight of his heart too heavy a burden to bear - he’s not alone.

Tooru sits next to him, pulls him in close and helps him carry it.

There are no words, really, nothing that will help, but that’s the thing. Words can’t help.

Tooru can’t fix this.

It’s ugly, and Hajime hates it, but-

He can’t keep running from it.

And with Tooru’s arms around him, his scent filling his lungs, and his voice soft in his ear, warm and reassuring-

He’ll make it through.

He has to, for more than just himself.

One day it’ll be easier. But until then, he just has to keep pressing on.

sorry to ask this, but i’m really struggling financially for several reasons right now and donations would be really appreciated. my mental illness symptoms got so severe that i had to go to the hospital (i can provide proof if needed) and miss days of work + my hours were temporarily cut. additionally, my wallet, which had over 100$ inside, is missing. the financial issues are really taking a toll on my mental health. i’m not sure how i’ll pay for things like my medication, which is vital to my wellbeing.

any help would be appreciated- even just reblogging this post! if you want me to pay me back, let me know, and i swear, i’ll repay you as soon as i can. i can also make icons (i don’t have a ton of experience, but i’ve made some before) in return! a link to donate is paypal.me/khthree!

A Select Few in the GOTG Fandom: Lmao I love Yondad as much as anyone but don’t forget that he’s an awful father figure who helped kill kids and abused Peter

Me: 

I didn’t forget. No one forgot. I know he’s an asshole, but I still love him and his father-son relationship with Peter Quill. I can understand complex characters and not absolutely love nor absolutely hate what they do and how they act. 

Dear Homophobic People With LGBT+ Friends or Family (Or Anyone)

Don’t threaten your lgbt friends/kids/family with anything (even taking away their devices.)

Don’t tell them they’re faking.

Don’t tell them the internet is confusing them.

Don’t tell them they’re a sin.

Don’t tell them that they need to ignore it.

Don’t tell them that *their identity* dosen’t exist.

Don’t tell them they need to have “real relationships.”

Don’t tell them they need to “be a *whatever gender you thought they were.*”

Don’t tell them nobody would date them if they came out.

Don’t tell them they need to hold it in.

Don’t tell them they need to please you.

Don’t tell them that “I could be worse”

Don’t hate them.

Don’t ignore their Lgbt identity

Don’t hurt them


They probably already said or did this to themselves at one point

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY 💜 01.02.1994

violet: the february birth flower
᠎ – symbolizes faithfulness, wisdom and hope
᠎ – meaning: “I will always be true”

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Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.