it defines my life

Jack and Bitty trying to explain their colloquialisms to each other. Bitty trying to explain the meaning of a southern phrase but not being able to like ‘thats just what it means Jack I cant explain it it just is!’ And Jack being unable to translate sayings from French because they don’t carry the same meaning and both looking at each other in fond exasperation

Hey there everyone,

So, recently I have really fallen out of love with Supernatural. Upkeeping my blog has been a chore, and I’ve had less than zero inspiration and drive to write fic. I’m over it. I’m so disappointed with the show itself that not even my love for Castiel and Misha is enough, and I’m done with witnessing the constant drama in this fandom. I feel like I’ve grown as a writer and a person throughout my experiences here, but that, ultimately, it’s time to go.

So, I’m leaving. 

My blog will finish out its queue, and if I so desire, I might reblog a thing here and there, but I generally will not be posting anymore. I won’t be liveblogging. I’m leaving to travel to Europe on the 20th of February, so I’ll watch up until I leave and then I’m wholly and completely done. I’ll maybe be starting a legit travel blog, and will definitely be pursuing the myriad of original novels I keep intending to write. I haven’t deleted any of my fic docs, so if the mood strikes I may continue, but that’s a big if. 

Thank you so much to everyone who has ever sent me a message, or reblogged my fic, or followed me. These past four years have been unforgettable, and the people I’ve met have been wonderful. It might be really weird of me to say, but I really love you all; you guys helped me through some of the toughest moments in my life, and I am forever grateful.

Stay classy,

mogai is such a mess bc so many of the sexualities there……..,,, are not sexualities?

like they’re ways someone wishes to express/not express sexual acts eg placiosexuality, lithosexuality etc

and a sexuality…. is not that. they’re about sexual attraction. in defining myself as bisexual i tell you nothing about my sex life, and honestly the idea of a group of people encouraging other people - mostly teenagers, lbr - to identify themselves by the way they wish to have sex? is super dodgy????

like if someone asks you how you identify, and you say placiosexual, most people don’t know what that is, so you have to explain how you prefer to have sex. not who you are attracted to, just. how you have sex. and something about that makes me very uncomfortable

Why on earth do you draw shooting stars all the time?“ He asked, his fingers running over the dark shape against the page.

I smiled, “Somedays are harder than others, the clouds in my mind like to wander and rain. So when I wake up, I make a wish. Some days it’s love, some days it’s happiness, some days it’s simply a sunny day. And than I draw the shooting star.Why sit and ponder life when you can take it in your hands, grasp it tight, and never let go?”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Why sit and wait, when you can make your own wishes come true.

—  When you wish upon a star

my grandpa who basically raised me told me this story about living through the war when I was three years old about how most people hid under tables or stairs during air raids but he and my mom would stand in the doorway to watch the planes because they absolutely logically knew that if their house was bombed they would die no matter where they were and they preferred to not die under the stairs anyway. I like can’t think of a childhood memory that has defined the way I live my life more than that.

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

I don’t really have a sense of who I am. I mean sure, I “know myself” better than anyone, but I don’t really have a set personality to describe myself with or identify strongly with. When I’m with people I act according to the surroundings, so while one person sees me as very talkative, easygoing and lively, another sees me as very quiet, shy and sensitive and I genuinely see myself as both, along with several other versions of what I call “my personality.” it’s like I’m an actress taking up all these roles but they’re each a part of me. I’ve also lived my life having other people define me and I hate it because I am what they’ve deemed me as, but at the same time not, so they’re not exactly “wrong” in that sense, there’s just more to what they’ve concluded me as. I just can’t explain it to them in a way that they can understand. How do I sound saying, “I’m everything.” I can say something else that’s more reasonable, such as we’re all complex beings and shouldn’t be categorized into simple properties because that complexity allows us to have the potential to express different parts of ourselves, but who wants to hear philosophical nonsense during small talk? I do, talk to me about the mysteries of the world, but I know they don’t :/

do u ever just think abt all the things u love like :/ wow life is so worthwhile :/ fuck 

Dear White Friends,

Stop telling your black friends they are oreos. We don’t like it. In fact we loathe it. We are not white anything on the inside. We are just who we are. My skin does not define how I engage with life neither should yours.


Your Black Friend

Submitted by Anonymous

2:48 AM
—  The world still spins even with my depression. Everything moves on, but some days all I can ever do is sit still. Is there something wrong with the things in my head? Is there something wrong with me? I’ve been digging myself into a bigger grave, I’ve been spilling into more pages. The world will leave you behind some day, young poet. The world will blow itself into pieces even if you’re in pieces. We’re less of ourselves nowadays– it’s a weird time in this life. To be surrounded by so much, but the vibrancy of so much technology and information can numb. The world still spins even with my depression. Everything is forgiven some day. Everyone is wrong one day. I’ve been beating myself over the little details of the bigger picture. I’ve been eating my own heart to find out about feelings. I’ve been writing about poetry to add meaning to my life, what defines a writer? Maybe madness and creativity comes with the art. Maybe I am batshit crazy. Fuck it, I would rather be this way than to be someone else.

anonymous asked:

So you say that finding the galra hot makes you a furry but MAKING A WHOLE FUCKING AU ABOUT CATS AND SPENDIND THEN GOD DAMN DOLLARS IN MATCHING FURRY ICONS DOESNT ?? Kajdkdjdkfjf

It’s 12:05am and I’m about to seriously make a case as for why I’m not a furry. I… hate my life.

The furry fandom, as defined by Wikipedia, is a subculture phenomenon where people are interested in anthropomorphic animals and identify with them to some extent. For the purpose of my argument, I’m going to simplify the many definitions of a furry to three basic checkpoints: furries create original content, construct fursuits, and self-roleplay as their chosen species.

Summer and I have created a Warrior Cats au, which depicts the Voltron characters as cats. The characters still retain their original personalities, they’re just… now in cat form. Before you can say that’s anthropomorphism- it’s not. Summer and I didn’t take regular cats and human them up. We did the opposite. By taking human characters and redesigning them as cats, we created an au that’s an example of zoomorphism.

Second, we don’t have fursuits. A case can be made for our icons, but ultimately it doesn’t bear that much weight. My icon is a cat. It’s my favorite breed of cat (Siberian!), but it doesn’t really look anything like me. You can check my selfie tag for that. This cat is not anthropomorphized. In the end, it’s just a cat, albeit a very cute one thanks to Summer’s art style. It’s not assigned any human traits. It doesn’t have human hair, or glasses, or facial structure like a human, or anything else. It’s… a cat. And yeah I paid for it, because I’m not going to ask my friend to make me art for free.

Third, Summer and I don’t identify as cats. We don’t roleplay as cats. This au is separate from our lives. We created it for and within the established Voltron universe, barring the joke inclusion of Kevin Kogun. There was no ulterior motive in the creation of this au other than we both read Warriors and wanted to ruin someone’s day. There have been no self-inserts, nor am I planning on including any. Once again, our personal lives are separate from the au. We do of course make ‘owo what’s this?’ jokes in our tags (not necessarily in posts about the au), but that’s literally a widespread meme so it’s inconclusive proof. We don’t have catsonas. We do have Galrasonas, but those are literally just memes shaped into characters and entirely a joke, so the evidence again doesn’t hold weight.

TLDR: We’re not furries, can you guys please stop spamming my inbox.

Good things to tell yourself everyday:

❁ i am worthy
❁ i am more than my appearance
❁ i am loved
❁ i am cared for
❁ i am strong
❁ i am beautiful
❁ i am a good person
❁ i am allowed to get rid of the toxic people in my life
❁ my body does not define me
❁ i deserve respect
❁ i deserve good things
❁ i do not need to justify my actions
❁ and most importantly, i can get through anything.