if can do it anyone can do it

I’m always scared that when someone new messages me, that they’re a catfish, so if I act really tense/awkward around you, it’s not you, I’m just like..really nervous and scared

Sighing.. I just wanted you all to see this.. I received this 14 days ago. Okay, first of all, I have never been contacted from Tumblr about this before, because it is simply untrue. I have never reblogged anyone else content as my own. Just look at my blog and you will see. Second, I don’t even know if this is real. Third, I know who is behind this and they are so desperate to get rid of me that they would stoop so low and to pull this. I can’t believe that people can be so dang evil. Who am I hurting? I am doing the same thing that you are doing. And furthermore you are the only one who has sent me a message like this, and now I am being falsely accused. I realize that this person is truly out to get me to stop reblogging, or to just reblog from them. Or just to get me off of Tumblr all together. I have proof, that this person is the one who is causing this. I just want to be left alone. I don’t bother you. Are you really that power hungry that you would try to get rid of someone who is causing you no harm. I don’t know what Tumblr is talking about, I have not done any of these things. I go the creators blog and I do my own reblogging. I see many, many others doing the same thing including you. I really don’t know what is going to happen to this blog, but I know that I have not broken any rules and I have nothing but respect and love for all of our creators.  I just wanted you guys to know what was going on, if anything happened. This person, is trying to get rid of me because they want to be the only reblogger on Tumblr. But guess what? I am not the only one and I won’t be the last. And I hope you know that all of your evil deeds will not go  unnoticed. Karma is a bi#tch and you are messing with the wrong person.  You have everybody fooled  into thinking that you are such a great person, but me and a few others know the truth. You are hiding behind your computer all day and secretly bullying others. I feel sorry for you. And I hope that you can find some peace. If I get deleted then I just do, my life won’t end. But like I sad Karma is a b#3ch. 

Voice Actor Call for an Inseparable Audiobook/Dub

So you might know by now that I love the fanfiction Inseparable by Underanon, and a lot of people just don’t have time to read it. (Absolute writing goals and my current obsession. I’mma point out that @pidge-rinbalt thinks it’s good too because you can’t just trust one opinion on it)

You might also know that I want to dub something but I’m not sure what.

A few days ago I read the first few chapters of InSp to Colors in our Discord’s Storytime room, but I want it so that anyone can hear me telling the story whenever they’re available. So I figured, “what if I just record it?”

Here’s my dilemma.

If I did dub it, I would obviously want to do the character voices. However, I’m just not capable of doing some voices.

So, I was wondering if anyone else with good voices and professional-level microphones wanted to participate in this as well.

And if anyone wants to edit the audio too, that’d be fine. I’m not the best audio editor in the world but I can do it if need be.

So, uh. I’d appreciate it if you could spread this post around if you can, so we can get as many potential voice actors as possible. I want to share UnderAnon’s Inseparable with as many people as possible, since it is an utter blessing to our community. (And yes, I did get permission from the writer to do this)

Under the cut: voices I cannot do (at least, not very well)

And you can still ask to do roles not on this list.

Don’t hesitate to message me or leave me an ask if you have any questions or want to audition for a part!

Additional notes: The background music will mainly be comprised of the Undertale OST, though some remixes may be used (with permission from creators) if they feel right. I’m also currently collecting all of the character lines and sorting them both by character and by chronology so that they can be recorded as soon as the actor is ready.

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There are people who do good things in the name of religion. There is no doubt that it happens. It’s not as if religion breeds badness in everyone, but that’s not the question. The question is: is it necessary? Altruism and kindness can exist on their own. Science really, much more effectively than religion, binds people globally. Anyone can do it. And there is a common goal: to better understand the universe and how it works. Religion might give us answers we like, but what is so wrong with simply not knowing? What is so wrong with telling the people around us that we simply don’t know?

anonymous asked:

dear kabby mom, how do I make my broken heart stop hurting? I fell in love with a girl who I thought was falling back for me too....but now I don't think so anymore. this sucks.

Oh, my sweet sad baby.  

It does suck. 

It absolutely sucks. 

There is nothing I can say that will make that not true.  There is nothing anyone can say or do that will make it suck any less except time.

 And I know that’s not the answer you want to hear, that’s not the answer anyone wants to hear, because it doesn’t fix anything right now.  It doesn’t save you from having to go through the thing you have to go through right now.  It doesn’t make any of the things that hurt right now any less painful to know that in ten years (or five years) (or six months) this will all feel different. It’s the truest thing that I have to tell you, but I also know that it is in some degree useless to you right now.

You say that you think she doesn’t have feelings for you. Have you talked to her?  Have you done the excruciating and mortifying and emotionally naked thing where you open up your heart to someone without any idea what will happen next?  Maybe you don’t need to ask; maybe you know already.  Maybe she likes someone else.  Maybe her feelings about you are platonic and she’s made that clear. But if there’s gray area – if there’s a piece of your heart or mind that’s still whispering, “But maybe, but maybe …” – maybe with a little time, maybe she’ll change her mind, maybe she’ll see you differently in a year, maybe it won’t work out with the girl she’s dating now – then it might be helpful to say it out loud, to stop the “But Maybe” train in its tracks before it derails you.  Sometimes you can’t let go and put it behind you until you’ve heard the real “No.”  Until the bubble has been burst.  I don’t know your situation, but I know more than once in my life that’s been true for me. I knew I’d hold onto unreasonably stubborn optimism, willfully misinterpreting whatever they said as a “sign,” until I finally got up the courage to just say it out loud, get my heart smashed into a hundred tiny pieces, pick them up, and keep walking.  It was miserable but it was also the only way forward. 

And you, baby, need to figure out what you need to move forward.

You’re feeling big things right now, and you need to use whatever healthy outlets are available to you to start processing them.  Cry to your friends.  Write, draw, sing.  Make sad playlists, watch sad movies.  Swap stories with the people in your life about their heartbreaks, to remind yourself that you’re not experiencing this alone.  Eat good chocolate.  Go for walks.  Breathe fresh air.  Stay busy. Spend time with as many good dogs and adorable non-annoying children as you can find.  Dogs and children do not let you get away with wallowing.  They will absolutely force you to remember that you are alive.

What you absolutely must under no circumstances do is let heartbreak feed into obsession.  Don’t check her social media a hundred times a day to think about all the other people she might choose when she didn’t choose you, or how much fun she’s having doing things you wish she was doing with you instead, but isn’t.  Don’t use her to process the emotions you need to process, even if she’s your friend.  Do not make her responsible for your broken heart.  Do not punish her, or any future person she dates, for the fact that she didn’t choose you.  If you need to vent these feelings do them quietly and privately with your closest most trustworthy friends.  Never publicly, and never to her.  Do not vagueblog or subtweet in a forum where she might see it, and know, and feel terrible. You have every right to process every inch of the feelings that you’re feeling but you owe it to her to make sure you do it in a respectful way. 

She has not done anything wrong. 

No one here has done anything wrong.  

The first time I realized I had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back I was twelve.  The first time I told someone I had feelings for them and they didn’t say it back to me, I was twenty.  The most recent time was just last year.  

Once I showed up at a girl’s house for a brunch date and her drunken hookup from the night before answered the door, but I was too polite to bolt so we just sat there eating our eggs and pretending it wasn’t awkward and I was just there because the girl and I were just friends.

Once in high school I told the tall beautiful blonde star of the basketball team who sat next to me in algebra and with whom I had been silently smitten all year that she had beautiful eyes, and when she gave me a weird look I got up and ran out of the room and pretended like I just needed to get something from my locker.  

Once I didn’t realize that the date I was on wasn’t a date and that the girl was straight until I tried to kiss her, at which point she backed away in horror and neither she nor her friends ever spoke to me again. She lives in my city now and once six years ago we were at a party together and even though at that point it had been close to a decade since the incident, she still never came anywhere near me.

I’ve had friendships end over this.  I’ve had friendships grow ten times as strong over this. I’m thirty-five and I’ve been in the place you’re currently in more times than I can count, and the only thing I can tell you from where I’m sitting right now which might be in any way helpful is that the thing you are experiencing is universal. 

Everyone that you know has been through this at least once. Some people have been on both sides of it.  All of us have been there.  All of us have been there.  Everyone you love and admire, everyone you think is tough and strong, everyone you think never lets their feelings get to them or who you’ve never seen cry, everyone who’s in a relationship of which you’re secretly envious because you assume the fact that they’re happy now means they’ve never known what it’s like to be unhappy.  All of us. All of us.  We’re all right here with you.  And what that means is that we all survived it. 

And you will too.  I promise, baby.  You will too. You’re experiencing one of those things that poets write about.  You’ll listen to melancholy love songs and watch sad movies differently from now on. You know a thing now about your heart that you didn’t know before, and it’s beautiful and terrible and there will be times that you will probably wish for it to disappear.

But please don’t.  

Let me tell you why.

When I was a kid, I was quiet and awkward and introverted and shy, and kept everything inside.  I began to come out of my shell a little bit in high school, but I didn’t really blossom until college, when I finally found my people, and suddenly it was like I was Dorothy moving from a black-and-white world to a Technicolor one. I was in love with everything and everyone.  I was in love with the pretentious gay philosophy major who lived downstairs and I was in love with the blonde sorority girl down the hall who is now a major writer for Buzzfeed and I was in love with anyone who would stay up with me until the sun rose, sitting in the dorm lounge and talking about books.  I had this big colorful soft squishy heart that I’d kept hidden my whole life and I just wanted to give it to someone, but every experience was new, so I gave it to everyone, and because it was all new to me, I had no defense mechanisms to protect myself or avoid getting hurt.  I was forever falling for people who didn’t want me back and breaking my own heart and crying and feeling devastated and writing terrible poetry and being afraid I’d never feel anything ever again.  But hearts are elastic, they bounce back when we let them, they’re made for love and if you just give them a little time they’ll heal and move on to somebody else.

Then when I was twenty-four, my mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and I shut down.

The only way I could cope with the panic and the grief was to force myself not to feel it.  I knew my mother was not fine, but I told myself over and over that she would be. I knew that I was not fine, but I told myself over and over that I was.  Sometimes when I was alone at night I would feel it, this huge dark cloud thing hovering over me, and I would feel myself, very firmly, very carefully, shoving it back down into a box and locking it up.  It was an almost physical sensation.  I can remember it vividly.  It was spectacularly unhealthy, but it was also the only way I could survive. 

She died when I was twenty-seven, and my clearest memory of that day, and of the period immediately after, was that I felt nothing.  I cried when I got the phone call from my dad, because of the shock.  I didn’t cry again – about her, or about anything – for years.  I went from being someone who would burst into tears at, like, a Verizon commercial about grandparents, to someone who didn’t cry at her own mother’s funeral.  Some switch had flipped inside me, and it was like the part of me that could feel things was just gone.  I lost three grandparents in the years after my mom died, and I sang at all their funerals, and I felt nothing.  I knew that I loved them, and I knew that this thing that was happening was sad, but I felt it in this very muffled, dim, distant, far-off way where if you had asked me if I was okay I would have told you that I was fine and I would have believed that to be perfectly true.

It was terrible.

Grief made my sister more emotional – she cried a lot, she was more demonstrative, she wanted to process her feelings out loud – but it shut me down completely.  And it took that big sparkly heart full of love for everybody with it.  I tried, every once in awhile, half-heartedly, to go out on an internet date, but I felt nothing.  I didn’t know then what “demisexual” meant, and that I’m simply not wired to sit across the table in a bar from a total stranger and feel the things you’re supposed to feel in that situation; I need that emotional connection before any of the other stuff happens.  But I wasn’t able to form that emotional connection.  From time to time I might feel a fleeting spark of a wistful crush on the cute divorced older lady poet in my writing group, or develop complicated feelings for one of the revolving door of tortured, dramatic, toxic artistic men that seem to be forever populating my life, but it wasn’t the same. I spent ten years convinced that I was broken; that my mom’s death meant that the part of me that knew how to feel things was dead too.  I would, at that moment, have given absolutely anything to be that heartbroken twenty-year-old sobbing over being rejected by a pretty straight girl, because at least that Claire could feel things.

It took me ten years for the switch to flip back on, for me to catch feelings for someone and then get my heart broken again, not that long ago, and it was so disorienting to be feeling things again after all that time, but I was really grateful too.  Because it meant that I wasn’t dead inside.  I was a person who could feel things again.

I’m telling you all of this because right now you are heartbroken, and in the depths of your pain you feel like this is a terrible thing to be, and you want to make it stop.  And I am here to tell you, your heart will heal, because that is what hearts do when we give them permission; but in the midst of your heartbreak, remember to be grateful for the capacity to be heartbroken.  For the fact that you have a breakable heart.  For the fact that you are the kind of person who loves big, even when you aren’t sure the other person is going to love you back. That’s the best kind of person to be.

You’re going to be okay, cupcake.  I promise.  

rafxsulfuslovestory  asked:

Hey there! Just wanted to know what do you mean by "canon hiccstrid shipper" I'm french and time to time I don't understand everything ^^

Hey! :)

Oh don’t worry, it can happen to anyone. :)

This day you can show which canonical reaction to Hiccstrid is your absolutely favorite.

Like Stoick’s outburst in HTTYD2 about how Astrid is his future daughter-in-law or there’s Heather who quite often asks about how her favorite pining pair is doing.

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And don’t forget Snotlout and Toothless!  And don’t forget the gang!

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Just choose your favorite and GIF/redraw that moment. Or, if you like writing more than making gifs, just write about how the gang tries to set up a date(and possibly fail at it) for the two lovebirds or why Stoick is so certain that Astrid will be part of their little family.

Have fun!

This girl was talking about how she heard a white woman over say that she’s upset she voted for Trump because now her nannies are going to be deported. My initial response was “ wow she’s awful” and the girls response was “shes not awful, she’s not gonna have anyone to watch her kids so she can’t go to work or whatever” and we were working so I couldn’t respond but im going to now. Number 1 if her 1 child has 4 nannies the mother probably doesn’t work she just doesn’t watch her kid, because rich white people don’t do things they can pay others to do. (Just speculation though.) But don’t you think she should have been worried about that before she voted for Trump? Like. It’s not new information that he’s a racist and his plan the entire campaign was to deport immigrants. So if you really cared about the well being of your nannies, and their ability to stay in the country to care for your child, then why did you still vote for the person you knew didn’t want them here?? White people ignore the real ass issues until they’re effected personally. The only reason shes upset with her vote is because it will immediately negatively effect HER style of living. YOU LITERALLY PLAYED A PART IN THE DEPORTATION OF YOUR LABORERS BUT DON’T STOP TO THINK OF HOW FUCKED UP THEIR LIVES WILL BE AFTER GETTING DEPORTED FROM THE FUCKING COUNTRY THEY’VE SPENT THEIR LIVES IN! She’s a horrible person. She’ll have to find new legal nannies and actually pay them a living wage and that’s why she’s upset. Not because she’s losing child care assistance. But because she knowingly voted for a racist bigot and thought he was joking when he said what he said.

anonymous asked:

delete this blog. you know what youre doing is hurting other people and its so manipulative to try to play the victim. youre subjecting innocent people to this. if you werent so selfish and actually cared about anyone else you would either make this blog private or delete it altogether

Excuse me?? I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I’m not promoting my eating disorder. I don’t support eating disorders. I didn’t choose to feel this way. This blog is the only place I can escape to and where I can actually express myself and my emotions, it’s like my diary like the thousands of others like it. I do not encourage others nor do I want them to go through what I am going through. Thank you so much for calling me selfish. That is exactly what I needed to hear, as if I didn’t hate my self enough already. If you want to say something to me, don’t hide behind the anonymous label.

also further re: sexualising artists content.

Just because I am open and talk about my characters sexuality fairly often does not give you the right to that information. I can talk about, draw and create sexual situations to put any of my characters in, I can post them online for you to see. I can and I do do this - that still does not give you the right to demand further expansion of these ideas nor to force me to give you any more information.

What I chose to share with you, my audience, is at my discretion alone. If I decide that actually, today I don’t want to talk about how my character gets down, that’s my choice and my previous openness about their sex lives, sexuality or habits does not entitle anyone to an ask answer or sketch.

TD;LR It’s the creators right to share or not share what they want about their characters and their level of sharing on any given day is not dictated by previous information given.

anonymous asked:

How often do you visit your children?

Once upon a time, multiple times daily. But then I went to war, and you can’t bring children there. And then after that, my health fell apart and my ability to access things dropped significantly.

I’ve gone months without seeing them before. But you do what you have to to keep children safe. And sometimes that means keeping them away from you.

Currently I usually can only get in a couple of times per month to see them (or anyone). It is what it is.

So I’ve been feeling kinda down about personal goals, what’s new, and being terrible about motivation, but mmm I was wondering if you guys could help me out with that a bit. I’m working on the millionth rewrite of my novel and was wondering if anyone would be willing to read it if I put it in Google doc and linked it to then?

I could do it by chapter and not all at once, but I would need, need to know you could a)have time to read it and b)give me a bit of feedback. Like its fine if you’re like I can’t do it one week or something but…i don’t want someone to say they can when they cannot.

If you’re curious I do have some of it posted on @chaosdesigned

Guys I’d super appreciate it tho, just like thus post and let me know??

hi so the beautiful @larry-phanatic tagged me in the “put your music on shuffle, list the first ten songs and then tag ten people” tag mabob so here it is:

1. she way out - the 1975 (probably my favorite song from them tbh)

2. one dance - drake

3. self control - frank ocean

4. the judge - twenty one pilots

5. for him. - troye sivan (HONESTLY THE BEST SONG OF ALL TIME)

6. electric love - børns 

7. starving - hailee steinfeld

8. my buddy - christina grimmie (this song makes me cry i don’t wanna talk about it)

9. break my heart - hey violet 

10. seigfried - frank ocean

the 10 people i tag can do this if they wanna or just ignore it and anyone else who wants to do it can too!

@season4trailer @sunfic @royalhoneybaby @eileenonstuff @tarjeitrash @even-bitch-naesheim @isakcs @happily-found-strong @firstheartbreak

idk I just love how we Young People Today use ~improper~ punctuation/grammar in actually really defined ways to express tone without having to explicitly state tone like that’s just really fucking cool, like

no    =    “No,” she said. 

no.    =    "No,” she said sharply.

No    =    “No,” she stated firmly.

No.    =    “No,” she snapped.

NO    =    “No!” she shouted.

noooooo    =    “No,” she moaned.

no~    =    “No,” she said with a drawn-out sing-song.

~no~    =    “No,” she drawled sarcastically.

NOOOOO    =    “No!” she screamed dramatically.

no?!    =    “No,” she said incredulously.

anyone else who thinks this is fucking terrifying? he’s straight up telling everyone to blame the judge and the entire court system for any future terrorist attack. this isn’t just mr. pissboy throwing a tantrum, it’s worse than that. this is preparing the groundwork, so that when a terrorist attack happens, trump can blame the court system and justify weakening it to gain more power. it’s the fucking Reichstag fire all over again