When I was little and I’d say stuff about how girls should be treated equally and the other little boys would say “so can I hit you” I’d be like “SURE IF YOU WANNA GET HIT BACK GO FOR IT FIGHT ME”

(They usually wouldn’t fight me in response to that. But a lot of boys did hit me over various other things and fights ensued so like. clearly nothing was stopping them in the first place. I’ll never forget that eighth grader who slapped me when I was in sixth grade, got off with a “you shouldn’t hit a girl” admonishment and nothing else- while I was still in hot water for hitting a boy and only allowed on the class trip on “probation” and that’s why I couldn’t hit him back (also because it completely shocked me since it came out of nowhere and I ran away crying but). Later I was like WHEN THIS CLASS TRIP IS OVER AND WE CAN MEET SOMEWHERE AND FIGHT IF YOU WANT. We did not do that.)

 Today in my mature adult state I’d be like “No, you can’t hit anyone because assault is against the law. And it’s really disturbing that the first thing you want out of equal rights is the ability to be violent to women. Take a look at yourself.


that’s how you can tell I’ve grown up.

Shelter was probably the only good thing to come out of 2016 tbh

Finally got some time to colour that White Queen Running inspired piece that anon requested ages ago.

If you’re not already reading that fic you should most definitely start.

Do you ever wonder if bread itself has the option to emerge from the toaster either golden and perfect or burnt and crusty? Like, maybe when it’s lowered into the heated slots it uses that time to just reflect on its life, look back on all the steps that led it here. Bread surely has dark days like we do—getting sliced, discarded, staled, ignored by the anti-gluten sect. That would be enough to darken anyones spirit. Maybe when the toast pops up burnt and crispy, it’s just really, really…sad. Maybe it doesn’t want you to fix it. Maybe it doesn’t want you to scrape off the charred outer crumbs of disappointment with the old butter knife of regret. Maybe, just maybe, if it had wanted to come out golden brown, it would have.

Begin!AU - Reflection Series : Snowdrop

// o2.18 Happy Birthday J-Hope!




I think that it is very important if you know what you want, understand where you are heading towards, and try your best to get it. It is only when we use our hearts to do it, and fall in love with what we are doing, then can we really get real determination.

klance week day 1: red/blue

Dance AU where Lance and Keith have two totally different dance styles. Lance dances like water, fluid and smooth—Keith like fire, dynamic and intense. But when they dance together, it’s something entirely new.