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You don’t belong in the Feminism or LGBTQA+ circles if you idolize hatred.

Rather it be for men, cis, straights, whatever, you don’t have the right to spit words of venom over an entire root of people for a simple trait they share then turn around and give other people love for a trait they share.

Not only are you romanticizing toxic behavior, but you’re fetishizing certain characteristics in return. Being a supporter of equality and love in their entirety, i don’t believe you should be able to gain confidence after throwing someone under the bus for being who they are.

It makes me feel uncomfortable to hear someone give me praise for being bisexual / a girl after i know they threatened someone for being straight / a boy previously. Even if they haven’t done anything wrong they’re still getting wave after wave of posts saying their less than us just because.

Being bitter isn’t cute. It’s rude, impolite and unattractive.

Feminism isn’t ‘vengeance.’

LGBTQA+ isn’t a ‘competition.’

Feminism is equality. LGBTQA+ is love.

We’re not trying to stand in taller than anyone, we’re trying to stand beside them. We can fight for that without sparking unnecessary flames for people who may be fighting their own battles.

Fire

Your roommate rushes through your bedroom door and
shakes you awake. You’ve got to leave right now. the
apartment next to yours is on fire. You get up, grab
some shorts and a shirt, toss them on, and run
outside.

now, You weren’t thinking right when You got up,
so it isn’t until You’re a safe distance away from
the fire that you actually start to to use
Your head in any
way.

You start to think about a couple of different things at once.
is it okay to wait for this to blow over in a restaurant?
is it too late for a coffee?
what’s open right now?
what time is it?

not once do you even think about the people around You.
You haven’t yet stopped to consider the lives that
have just been changed forever, or the smell
that is going to haunt the family next door
for

far too long.

well,
to be fair,
You have thought about the smell,
but only because You’re going to have to smell it from next door.
You’re more worried about the clothes you threw on than any of that.

which
is understandable,
because why would You
want to wear that bright orange
shirt with those faded, lime green gym shorts?

You
must feel pretty embarrassed,
everyone in the complex is outside
right now, and they can all see that You
can’t manage to put on clothes that match.

forget
about the dog the neighbors are calling for
or the police officer asking if the victims had
any enemies. because all of that’s going to be
over and done with just as quick as it all started.

soon,
the people next door
will be taken to a hotel, the dog will probably
come running around the corner, the firefighters will find the
cause of the fire, but You’ll still be the guy in the green and orange.

the
news vans will
be here shortly to take interviews
and point cameras so that they have
something to air on their morning news.

and
heaven forbid
someone catch You In something
that doesn’t match. so many people probably
watch the news every morning, You should’ve grabbed some jeans.

You
aren’t thinking
about the people next door,
You haven’t done it a single time
this whole night.  but who’s to judge, right?

You
are in a
pretty bad spot
Yourself, one that
insurance doesn’t cover.

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just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…

Lars of the Stars

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

EXO’s rival is EXO

“why do you use crayola colored pencils and copy paper”

“why do you use ms paint and paint.net”

“why do you draw with a mouse and not a tablet”

“why don’t you use a good digital camera and not your laptop/camera phone”

“stop showing me a picture of an empty wallet”

shoutout to nonbinary people whose native language is heavily gendered!

to the ones who speak a language which doesn’t have any gender neutral pronouns at all!

to the ones in whose language there technically are some gender neutral pronouns but they’re hard to use because the language is heavily gendered and you need to create new forms of other words to use them, or because they mean something like “it” and you’re uncomfortable with them

to nonbinary people in whose language adjectives or verbs are gendered!

to nonbinary people who can’t talk about themselves in their language without having to misgender themselves or create new words (and sometimes also grammar rules!)

shoutout to nonbinary people who speak heavily gendered languages, it’s hard, I know, but I love you and I see you and you’re so strong

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My rendition of this fic by @destieldrabblesdaily.

You should also definitely click to have better quality.

Date a boy who...
  • Looks at you like you put the moon, sun and the rest of the starts on the sky- 

-even when you are not there

  • Decides to be goofey with you
  • Seems to drift close to you because you make him comfortable
  • Is there to offer you help and at the same time respects your boudaries- 

-and decisions

  • Would fight tooth and nail for you when you are vulnerable
  • Will never give you his back and instead receive you with a hug
  • Trusts your abilities no matter what
  • Will open up to you on his moments of weakness because he trusts you
  • Who will be there to have your back even on the moments you are doubting of yourself
  • Date…. Shiro

Date Takashi Shirogane

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Sometimes you just have to scribble some boys

  • Me: *posts anything to do with Cult Ending*
  • Some guy with a megaphone, directly next to my ear: Actually the Cult Ending is CONFIRMED non-canon and scrapped content, despite there being no evidence to prove this!!! The game is 100% wholesome and comedy and nothing dark at all!!! Why even post about something NON-CANON???
  • My gay, horror loving ass: Let me have my own fun, damn it.

im being really petty right now but how come characters can only be gay or straight……. like whenever i look at a character that seems to have an interest in more than one gender and i get to think to myself “OH!!!!! THEYRE BI !!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!” some bastard always goes “nnnnhbbbbbjjjnIts Compulsive Heterosexuality, Harold

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 
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Grant, Candice and Keiynan cuteness before filming
(a very spoilery scene, proceed with caution)