Look at Jackaboy coming in at Number 5! Moved up 12 places to get there. This community is awesome! And even though this is just a really small thing, Jack really does deserve it and it’s absolutely awesome!
Knowing our luck, 2017 will be the year extraterrestrials contact earth and want to come visit us for a cultural exchange.
And NASA just has to fumble through some kind of reply like, “HEY! Um… thanks for the message. That’s awesome… Uh, this isn’t really the best time though. Could you come back in like… four years maybe?”
We interrupt your regularly scheduled stories to bring you this quick shower thought…
I know that we are all a work-in-progress. As a species. As individuals.
And I know that, all too often, it feels like the people who genuinely believe in themselves - the folks who really know, bone-deep, that they are great - are people who believe their awesomeness lies in being better than other people.
And I am surrounded, it seems, by peeps who I think are the most wonderful of folks in the world. Wonderful not because of all their accomplishments - though they are hella accomplished - but because they lift others up instead of lording over them.
And I know these are people who, oftentimes, seem unable to see this about themselves.
But I need to believe it is possible to be amazing and to know it, but to not let that knowledge spoil you.
I believe it is possible to give your love away freely, but to still keep it for yourself.
I believe it should be possible to say “I am awesome” and know that what you mean is “I sometimes succeed in making people feel a little better now and again and I try *really* hard to be more and to do more.”
I believe that self-love should not just be the domain of the arrogant.
So, in the spirit of this: Hello, my name is Webster, and I am pretty great. On rare occasions, I even believe it.
And, if you’re reading this, oh people of tumblr, then I think *you* are awesome.
(And I should know, I’m a great judge of character.)
This though. Like, everybody needs positivity, really. It’s awesome to create a blog like “hey, you’re great and you face unique issues related to your gender, I hope a fucking kitten bakes you cookies and declares you ruler of your own magic castle you goddamn fucking human glitter bomb of awesome”.
Talk about body positivity and all that fucking cool stuff, tell fat boys they are awesome, tell thin and lanky boys that fuck archaic notions of masculinity that try to pigeon hole what it is to be a man, you’re as much a guy as anyone.
Tell boys that cry a lot that they are just merman who crave the ocean and that tears are perfectly natural.
Tell trans boys that their experiences may be be full of struggle but they are loved are valid.
Tell boys that their masculinity will never need to be as narrowly defined as society will tell them, that their race or sexuality might make them feel like they have a limited frame on which to grow but they can be as versatile as any of the beautiful flowers they resemble.
Be so fucking positive that sparks shoot out your nipples and your ass smells like a precious cinnamon roll. That’s fine.
But your shit is negated when you have to have a whine about how awful feminists are or to stop and insult women.
Maybe stop building men up on the backs of the women you tear down.
Warnings - very brief mentions of kidnapping but no actual kidnapping.
stared at his wardrobe, a frown spreading over his features. Nothing. Well,
nothing that he could wear anyway. Yesterday the team had found his old circus
pictures and they would not stop teasing him about his purple costume. This was
fine, as sooner or later someone else would goof up and they would forget about
it - providing he didn’t remind them. This was where the problem lay – all his
clothes were purple. Shirts, T-shirts, vests, dresses, cardigans, sweaters,
hoodies and jackets. All in purple.
Fucking cartoons these days can’t just have a nice, simple fun-filled plot can they?? NOOOO they have to be full of SOUL PROPHECIES and ILLUMINATI TRIANGLES AND HAVE REALLY LONG HIATUS’ THAT MAKE ME DIE ON THE INSIDE.
critch_: And that, ladies and gentleman, is a wrap for me on Dunkirk! Twas a hell of a ride, but I got to meet and work with some really awesomely talented people. Not gonna lie, though, despite what we all may think this guy’s actually a pretty great kid. Great dirty jokes and sweet as all get out. All around class act. …and yes, it did kill me to ask. 😉