just being happy about being able to write

i’m so happy that canon craig in a relationship with tweek surpassed my expectations tenfold because the last thing i would have expected was for it to be BETTER than what the fandom had set up for craig’s character. i was never a fan of the idea of craig being cold, borderline abusive, and shitty towards tweek which a lot of people seemed to write for him? it seemed that portrayal dominated fan spaces for a while, especially some years back.

instead, now we get craig just being a really emotionally shutdown awkward, indifferent kid who cares about tweek a lot and wants to help him but doesn’t know how to at first because he’s so set in problem-solving through logic. which is sooooo much more appropriate for his character, and i’m so happy that is what the show actually did with his character. i also love that craig being so indifferent emotionally makes him able to be way more patient with tweek in a way other people can’t be, AND that it’s canon that craig is willing to adjust the way he treats tweek and HAPPILY makes those corrections in his behavior to where he rushes to help Tweek when he figures out what he is doing wrong. just… god. what the fuck, craig is such a sweetheart? it gets even better when you know craig doesn’t care about most things or anyone yet goes out of his way to do all of that for tweek.  

i’m really excited for how this will impact the way other fans view and portray the characters… aha

anonymous asked:

Why do you answer rude anons? You complain about getting hate but you'd get much less if you just block and not give them a platform.

I want all of you to read this, and really listen to me. 

I see a lot of people on Tumblr who get lots of hate get accused of attracting more hate by addressing it, and I want you to understand how incredibly fucked up that accusation is. 

First of all, I was getting lots of hate well before I started answering it. When I first started writing Overwatch fanfic, I got lots of what I considered ‘frivolous’ hate, people getting shitty about random things, accusing me of being an overhyped, mediocre writer, telling me to kill myself, etc, etc. Just like I’ve been taught to, I blocked/ignored. And you know what happened? Nothing. They didn’t stop. I didn’t get less of them. 

But you know what did happen? I felt isolated. I felt two-faced. I was presenting this front of being a happy, positive person and behind the scenes I was getting people slinging shit at me and not being able to answer it, not being able to address it negatively affected my mental health. 

So I decided fuck it, I’m going to answer it. I’m going to draw attention to the things I’ve been accused of, I’m going to tell anons how they are wrong, and I’m not going to keep pretending everything is fine in Asy Land. 

And you know what? I don’t get more hate based on answering hateful anons. Occasionally a nasty anon will fire back at me after I’ve answered them, but that just gives me a way to block/ignore afterwards, so it’s a blessing. 

PLEASE STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT THEY SHOULD BLOCK/IGNORE ANON HATE AND NOT ANSWER IT. PLEASE LET THE PERSON BEING VERBALLY ABUSED AND INSULTED DEAL WITH IT IN A WAY THAT IS BEST FOR THEM. 

And, most importantly: please stop implying that someone’s behaviour causes the abuse they receive. That is victim-blaming, and it’s really, really hurtful. Abusers are the bad guys. Abusers are the ones who should be held accountable for their behaviour, and I have LIVED THE PROOF that answering anon hate does not cause more. It just makes me feel better, being able to stand up for myself. 

Furthermore, my followers can benefit from hearing my input on issues I get nasty anons about. 

The reason I get hate is because of my original, public posts and the opinions I put in them, or because people have some personal issue with my writing or the fact I get attention (and probably think I don’t deserve it), NOT because I answer anon hate. 

Please re-examine your opinions if you think that ANYONE causes or deserves anon hate because they bring it to light or answer it. That is NOT the case, I have experienced how wrong that is. 

Please reblog/share this post, because this is a widespread misconception we need to stamp out!

Can you imagine Jikook being artists and living out their dreams together.

It’s a Sunday morning. Jungkook and Jimin awaken to the bustling of the life on the street below them. They moved into their apartment together 7 years ago and haven’t looked back since. The apartments aesthetic is very retro and vibrant. Their art decorates the walls, adding life and emotion to the place, Jimin has the idea in his head that ‘it’s unlucky if we take them down Kook! Since we’ve had those paintings up life has been amazing!’ Jungkook knows that Jimin just loves these pieces to much to ever sell them.

They’re currently laid in bed together, fighting off the hours of sleep and heavy eyes. Jimin draws patterns on Jungkooks bare skin as he hums along to the record playing lowly throughout the apartment. A jazz tune that Jimin hated forever ago, but has come to love since it was Jungkooks favourite. He traces his fingers over every bit of skin that is exposed to him, the rest of Jungkooks body hidden by the duvet.

Jimin sighs happily, and thanks a powerful force that his life turned out to be this way. Life for Jimin hadn’t always been this peaceful, not until Jungkook waltz into his life and stole his heart. To Jimin, Jungkook was his soulmate, his passion, his motivation. The nights he spend curled up crying because he hated the way his art turned out, Jungkook would be there right beside him, whispering comforting words, telling him all the things he loved about his work and how beautiful it was. He was forever grateful that he had met his one true love that he was sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

He was so deep in his own mind that he hadn’t realised that Jungkook was speaking to him.

‘Jimin, baby?’ Jungkook spoke softy, as he stroked a delicate hand across Jimins cheek.

‘Sorry love. I was a bit zoned out, what did you say? Jimin giggled as Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at him.

'I said I wanted to paint you’ he said as he rakes his eyes over Jimins face.

'Paint a portrait of me or paint my body?’

'Paint your body baby’ Jungkook gave him the sweetest smile and Jimin knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist.

It’s not that Jimin hated his body being painted. It’s just that Jungkook was a bit of a perfectionist, so he would have to lay still for hours until Jungkook was satisfied with the results.

'Anything for you baby’ Jimin chuckled and made his way to get up, but not before giving Jungkook a peck on the lips.

Jimin grabbed a few pillows from the sofa and made his way over to the section of the house that had protection on the floor. He gently placed the pillows under his body and waited as Jungkook gathered his supplies.

Once he had what he needed, Jungkook placed himself between Jimins legs and got to work.

With every stroke of the paintbrush he would leave little kisses on Jimins back, as though he was creating a path with his lips for where the paint was going to go. The tenderness of each kiss had Jimin shivering and smiling with joy. His boyfriend made him feel beautiful.

Admittedly Jungkook was done way before Jimin expected him to be. He only spent a total of 20 minutes sprawled out on the floor. It was the quickest Jungkook had ever spent creating art on his body.

'I’m done’ he said in an airy, light voice.

'Already?’ Jungkook just hums and moves to help Jimin up from the floor.

'Can I see it?’ Jimin asks confused. All he gets in return is a blinding smile before Jungkook is searching for his phone to take a picture.

He takes a picture of Jimins back and shows it to his boyfriend. What he sees leaves Jimin shocked.

'Oh my god… Kookie’ Jimins voice trails off, the emotions welling up inside his throat.

'So? What do you say?’ He says apprehensively

'O-of course! Yes!!’ Jimin all but screams at him, overcome with emotions.

On Jimins back was red love hearts and flowers delicately sprawled all over his back, decorating the words 'will you marry me?’ To Jimin it was the most beautiful piece that he’d ever created.

Jungkook pulls Jimin in for a hug as he begins to bawl his eyes out. He runs his fingers through his boyfriends hair as he waits for him to calm down.

Once Jimin has calmed down, he looks up at him with the most beautiful smile
Jungkook has ever seen. Before he can get a word out Jimin begins peppering his face with kisses, causing him to giggle.

'Jungkookie, I can’t believe you. That was so romantic’ He gushes, smile wide and eyes sparkling.

'I love you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you park Jimn. I love you, I love you, I love you!’ Jimin is now beaming from ear to ear.

Suddenly Jungkook drops to his knee and presents a beautiful ring to him, the red Jewel shining brightly at Jimin. Red, the colour of love and passion.

This time Jimin is full on sobbing, unable to get any words out as tears stream down his face. So wordlessly, Jungkook takes his small hand and places the ring on his finger.

'Perfect’ Jungkook whispers in awe. This is it. He’s going to marry the man he loves.

Jimin leans forward and kisses Jungkook like it was their first. There was so much passion placed into the kiss that by the time they broke apart, they were both panting.

'I love you so much Jungkook. Thankyou for being my soulmate, my light, my life.’ Jimins voice cracks at the end, a sign that he was going to choke up again.

'Thankyou for being my muse. For loving me as I am. Thankyou for just being you.’

With that Jungkook picks him up by the thighs and heads for the bed again. Neither of them care about the paint that will obviously stain their bed sheet. All they care about in this moment is being with one another. Being able to share this beautiful moment together and basking in each other’s presence. They were in love. They were happy.


I don’t know where this came from? It’s currently 3:45 am so sorry for any mistakes

(This is honestly so shit, I’m sorry)
Soulmate!Eunwoo

[Soulmate AU: Whatever mark you get on your skin, your soulmate gets it too.]

Word count: 1.826

Originally posted by fawnave

You were sitting in class, when suddenly, a smiley written in blue sharpie appeared on your skin. “Y/n, are you drawing on yourself?” Your seatmate, Jinwoo, asked. “No? Where did you get that idea?” You replied, having no idea what he was even talking about.

Grabbing your wrist, he held up your right arm so you could see too. “Oh. That’s… weird.” Was all you said, resulting in a face palm next to you. “Y/n, don’t you get what this means? Everything that your soulmate writes on his skin, will appear on yours too! That means your soulmate is also having this on their skin!” He excitedly told you.

“Y/n! Don’t talk when I am teaching you something!” Your biology teacher yelled through the classroom. “Yes, sir…” You said, pissed because you technically did nothing wrong.

“This always happens. Can’t you shut up during classes once?” You asked Jinwoo when the lesson had ended. “Sorry, but I just had to say it.” He grinned, seeming content with himself. You rolled your eyes at the sight of it.

“But anyways what were you saying again?” You questioned, interested in what he was talking about. It was something about soulmates, after all. “Well, if your soulmate gets injured of writes on his skin or does anything that leaves a mark basically, it shows on your skin, too. Simple as that.” He shrugged.

Interesting. That meant your soulmate was currently drawing happy faces on his arm? Reaching in your backpack, you grabbed a black sharpie and drew a sad face just beneath his happy one. “What are you doing?” Jinwoo asked, confused by your behaviour.

“Well, if what you just told me is correct, he will be able to see this one too, right? Let’s see if he can!” You sang and started walking home.

“Hey, Y/n! Wait for me!” Jinwoo yelled while running behind you.

That night, just before going to sleep, you felt something itching on your arm. Looking down, you saw there was being written beneath your sad face.

“Not feeling well?”

Well, you did write it while being in your least favourite class, so you were anything but happy.

“Just bored. What about you? Why that happy face?”

You wrote back. It took some time, but a while later you finally got a reply back.

“I won something… important to me. But that aside, do you know why this keeps showing up on my skin?”

“Well one of my friends recently told me if we were connected like this, we are soulmates.”

Again, there was this kind of… awkward silence almost hanging between you two. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you both didn’t know who you were talking to, you figured.

You looked down again, and you still hadn’t gotten any reply. “Well, let’s just go to sleep then.” You concluded, and started getting ready for the night.

You stepped in the shower, and started washing off all the marks that were spread across both of your arms from the previous conversation. Your writings washed off almost immediately, but his… no matter with how much pressure you rubbed over it, they just wouldn’t leave.

Turning the shower off, you quickly grabbed anything that could write and was within reach in the bathroom. You ended up getting eye liner. “This will do for now.” You shrugged, and started writing angrily.

“Hey! Use a non-permanent sharpie next time! Thanks in advance.”

After that, you slipped on your pyjama and went to sleep, not willing to think more about it.


It was now a week later, and you were always looking forward to class now. “Y/n, you seem happy to be visiting biology. It’s creepy, stop it.” Jinwoo said, a bit scared by your 360 turn in behaviour. You just chuckled, looking forward to the conversation.

The past days, you had been occupied by talking to your soulmate. You both agreed that if you were indeed soulmates, it couldn’t hurt to get to know each other better, so that was what you were going to do.

Five minutes in the lesson, and you were already bored as hell. Could this teacher make it any more sleep-inducing? Yawning, you wished for the hour to be over. Suddenly, you got this feeling of a funny itch on your arm again.

Grcs @ 4p”

Weirded out by the letters on your hand, you tried to make sense of it, but to no avail. “What’s that?” Jinwoo whispered. Or at least, tried to whisper, because your teacher shot you an angry glance again.

“No idea, it must be something my soulmate didn’t want to forget or something.” You shrugged. To be honest, you were really curious what it could possibly mean. So, the only option was to ask him.

What’s this?” You wrote, with an arrow pointing to the weird text. It wasn’t long before you got a reply back.

“I need to remember going to do some shopping this afternoon, otherwise my band members will totally kill me”

“Band mates? You’re in a band?”

“Yeah, but we’re not that big of a deal, really…” He answered. It was almost like he was shy talking about this subject. So, you decided to talk more about it.

My best friend is in a band! Maybe he knows you :)”

“Well, you don’t know which band I’m in, have fun explaining :)”

Great. After that, the conversation died a bit, resulting in just doodles you both received and altered. In your last lesson of that day, you looked down and saw a drawing of a minion on the inside of your left palm.

Chuckling quietly so the teacher wouldn’t hear, you gave him weird classes and a moustache.

HEY DON’T GO ALTERING MINIONS LIKE THAT”

“Wow all caps… you just don’t appreciate my beautiful art”

“Whatever, I’ll just draw more!”

Sure enough, before class was over that day, your whole arm was covered in drawings of minions. “Y/n did you really think math is that boring?” Jinwoo teased you. “Hey, I didn’t draw these! How would I even reach my elbow!” You yelled at him, covering them all up in a long sleeved jacket.

“That aside, do you want to join me and the boys for dance practice? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The boy asked, setting up his puppy eyes. “You don’t have to beg silly, you know I can’t say no to that!”


So, there you were, in front of the Fantagio building. Out of nowhere, your right hand started hurting like crazy. “Shit! Jinwoo, I think I have to sit down for a bit, this really hurts.” You told him while you were dropping to the ground. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked all worried. All you could do was point to your hand while trying not to scream your lungs our from the pain.

“I see… your soulmate must have touched something sharp. It’s a wound, but it isn’t that deep. Should I bandage it?” He asked, finally acting like a best friend to you. “I think I can handle it. I’ll walk there myself.” You answered, not wanting to rely on him for everything.

I’m sorry. It must hurt, I’m so sorry.” Appeared just after you went inside the building.

“It’s fine, really. Try to stay uninjured from now on! Are you alright?”

“Yea, don’t worry about me!”

Relieved, you put your sharpie back in your pocket. Yes, you always carried a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times. Dropping the subject, you went to look for some bandages. “Where do they store those things?” You muttered, starting a hunt for them.

Having bandaged your hand, you walked over to the practice room. Knocking three times, you opened the door. “Look who we have here!” MJ let out, happy to see you again after what must have been at least a year. Sanha came running from the other side of the room and engulfed you in a big bear hug. “Hey, looks like you will outgrow me if you keep growing like this!” He said, looking at you from head to toe. “Hey, If I’m older than you, I can be bigger too!” You said while ruffling his hair.

Greeting the rest of the band, you shook hands with Moonbin, fist bumped Rocky and arrived in front of Eunwoo. You two never interacted that much, so you went for just a normal handshake. Upon grabbing his hand, you noticed that he had pain. Looking down, you saw a wound on his hand.

The same wound you had before patching it up.

“Eunwoo, maybe you should bandage this, it looks like it might hurt!” You said to him. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” He answered, leaving the room.

You felt someone walking towards you, so you turned around, only to be met with a smirking Jinwoo. “Say, Y/n… didn’t you say your right hand also hurt just now?” He asked you, knowing he was right about this. All the other members looked at you, too shocked to say anything.

Right before you could answer, Eunwoo came walking back into the room again, this time without his jacket that had previously shielded his arms. Sure enough, on both of them, drawings of minions were visible. “What is this weird atmosphere hanging here? What happened when I was gone?” He asked, looking around from face to face, waiting until someone would explain him.

Faster than telling him, you figured showing him would be easier. You grabbed the zipper of the jacket and zipped it down, letting the jacket slip off of your shoulders. The confused boy was first looking at you with the most confusion you had ever seen. Why would you be taking off your jacket in this kind of situation?

Upon seeing his drawings on your arm, his mouth fell open. “Are you serious right now.” He uttered, walking over to you, examining the drawings on your and his arm. Meanwhile, the other boys where on the other side of the room, watching how all of these events were unfolding themselves.

“Let me… just do this real quick.” You said to him, grabbing your sharpie out of your back pocket. “You carry that around?” Eunwoo chuckled, still not believing the things that were happening right in front of his eyes. You nodded, and brought the sharpie closer to your skin.

Deciding on what to draw, you drew a little heart quickly on Eunwoo’s nose. After seeing his expression change, you were sure it was visible in your nose now too. “Believe it now, minion boy?” You teased him.

“Hey, I told you not to make fun of him!” He scolded you, offended. You just laughed and gave him a hug, which seemed to startle him a bit. After a few seconds, he eased into the hug and gripped you tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“I’m glad I found you, soulmate.”

I was trying to work out the significance of the baby voice saying gorgeous and I don’t know if it gets explained by who the baby is but it feels like maybe it’s meant to signify like how childlike these feelings felt to her - they’re very shallow really - she talks about being happy and sad and mad, and we know she can write amazing metaphors to convey these feelings so I kind of feel like they’re simplified on purpose? Just how that moment of avoiding a guy and making fun of him it’s very juvenile and this song is about having those immature emotions and not entirely being able to make sense of them

anonymous asked:

-whispers- pls tell me more about Dogma in the Wolfpack.

Why yes, anon, I’ll be delighted to. Allow me to share the whole backstory that did not make it into the actual ficlet <3
After the whole Umbara debacle, the clones were understandably a bit… weary of Jedi, specifically about their decision concerning Dogma’s fate. Fallen or not, this was a clone that killed a Jedi, without anybody else but other clones to testify that he did so because Krell planned to join Dooku.
And clones don’t have legal rights. That means that, in a court, their word is worth nothing.

So. Not to keen to give up Dogma to trial. Especially since we’re talking about a Jedi Council that would condemn Ahsoka without more proof than ‘she ran’. It hasn’t happened yet, sure, but some unwise decisions have. 

So. Rex talks to General Kenobi, frankly, because at least this Jedi cares about them. 
Rex talks to Cody, too, Cody lends him Slicer and, with a few unlawful utilisations of computers and even more illegal wiping of a ID chip, Clone-Commander Dogma ceases to exist.
Rex talks to Wolffe, Obi-Wan comms Plo and an unamed, CT class, shiny is sent to the 104th.
(Rex hates that they basically erased Dogma so he would lived, but he will live and that’s what matters)

Since Wolffe is a closet-mother-hen, and the whole Wolfpack is basically the murdery version of carebears, Dogma has the chance to heal and to forge himself back. Everytime he has a nightmare or a nasty flashback, there is a brother with a hand on his neck or snuggling him closer or whispering comfort in his ear and he is happy, at peace at least, with brothers he trusts and that trust him back.
Those brothers, he will die before he is made to harm a single one of them.

Dogma misses Tup, though. So, even if it’s dangerous for the whole ‘disappearing’ gig, he ends up sending him a written message. Just to tell him he is alive and well.

(And then, when Tup gets those awful headaches and terrible dreams, he cannot tell anyone about them, because what if he ends up being reconditionned or deactivated ? But writing, writing is easier, and Dogma is safe, he knows what it feels like not being able to trust yourself. So he tells him.
And Dogma asks Paws and Fang.
The medics tell Wolffe.
Wolffe warns Plo.
Plo comms Shaak.
And the whole fuck-up is solved and Palpatine is fucked and everybody lives happily ever after)

ok so what if shiro and keith are all the perfect picture of a happy couple, white picket fence, nice house, a cute dog… the whole shebang. except: keith is ace and shiro does love him but wants sex and since keith don’t want him to be unhappy with how he can’t give him that, they’re in an “open” relationship. they truly love each other and its a fine arrangement and they’re happy together. just sickeningly perfect. except, eventually shiro becomes fwb with lance and explicitly tells him how things are and lance still miserably falls in love with shiro. basically lance pining and being jealous of keith because he wants that tender intimacy with shiro, too. (maybe keith could also be a little jealous of lance because he still kinda feels… you know, a little broken about being ace and he’d like to be able to give to shiro what he wants to have with him without feeling awful.)

anonymous asked:

Maybe you could write something about Mick accidentally burning Ray and not being happy about it at all, which then confuses him?

((YES WHY NOT START WITH RAY BEING HURT THAT’S FINE O_O ) 

Read on AO3 Temptations

Mick doesn’t want to. It’s not even like it was before, with Mick being way too fascinated with the flame, not being able to pull his eyes away from it, and just quietly watching it burn. 

This moment is completely different. Mick’s focused – or as focused as he can be with these things crawling all around. They need to get out fast and right now. There is not possible way the four of them can take on the whole pack of Morlocks.

“Back to the jump ship!” Mick yells when he sees Amaya press her hand against her necklace – the bluish shape of a gorilla appearing over her and Mick frowns, before he presses the side of his gun against her chest.

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For Megan,

Happy Birthday you silly dork!!!<333

I feel so happy, to be able to see you alive and safe, after everything that you’ve been through. It’s kind of hard for me to find the right words for such a message, im not that good at explaining or talking;;;, but as nerdy as this message will come out i guess it wouldnt matter. ;^)

Everytime i check your blog, i see it full of love from people and from you aswell, which aways cover the sad moments the blog had. I still remember the first day i found your blogs, the first day i baked a cake as a gift, drawing you stuff although i suck at drawing;;; , or the emotional messages- ah man ,were those so long ago? It literally feels like yesterday. And months by months you seem to be growing so much,and weird coming from me considering that im younger than you..haha. You’re that kind of person who wouldnt be forgotten that easily, and i mean in a good way.Remembering the pickle family, all those pants eating thing, the stickers,drawings,comics,the gifs, the minecraft times too? hahaha. They were all such great memories that were created with your help, with your positivity and with -just you,existing.

Im happy that i met you, and although i couldnt help you that much in the past year, at least i know i tried and that im happy i got to know many sides of you, personalities and of course friends of yours.

Look at you know, strong, indipendent and ready to fight whatever comes in your way. Many people told you in the past that if you keep fighting you’ll get strong, lets face it, they didnt slutter ;D 

You are amazing and we are all trying to be there for each other.

This year might be different than the others that you had celebrated, but i just want you to know that you are loved by so many people, just by your smile, laugh or you being a smol dork.You care so much for people Megan, please continue being the amazing person you are, we all are so proud of having you here, spending all time together and having fun. 

                                   Happy Birthday, pickle mom(yup, didnt forget about that)

   @sai-shou                                                                                 with love  Cat.

I just wanna say that I really loved the Zach interview. He was respectful and he actually did some research on them. He asked them meaningful questions and not useless questions about celebrities crushes or comparing them to western boybands. Also I’m sohappy because I can see that the boys really appreciated that like you just need to look at namjoon face and behaviour to understand that he was really at ease and happy to be able to talk about theit music and projects. And I just wanna point out that yoongi actually talked I’m this interview opposed to all the other ones and I love him for that. Ok, this is becoming long and nobody will probably see this but I’d just lake to say thank you Zach for being respectful and lovely, for actually asking about the important things, for encouraging them to keep writing songs in Korean instead of asking for a English album, for making them feel at ease and happy and for being overall awesome.

THANK YOU, a random a.r.m.y. on the internet.

@zmediaoutlet - I started a new post because the old one was getting so unwieldy, and we’re kinda going down a side path. R.e. the Stanford thing:

This is one of those things that I think SPN has… left to the viewer to interpret. The family relationship the boys have is obviously wildly unhealthy (…) Personally, I’m glad that they’ve stopped bellyaching about it. At a certain point, you just kind of have to… accept what is.) 

I actually couldn’t be happier they seem to have gotten to a place of relative peace on this issue too, partly because I want them to be happy, and partly because I just always thought it was a weirdly handled issue in the first place.

And here’s where I’m gonna be a giant freaking hypocrite, lol, because after my impassioned defense of Dan Brown-style writing, I have to confess it makes me sooooo pissy when canon SPN writing sucks in particular ways that i have a low tolerance for.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I think i feel like SPN is fandom’s property and the canon writers are interlopers or something, and if they’re gonna mess with *our* stuff, they should at least be careful. :) 
(*is not claiming to make any sense on this one*)

Anyway, my objection (at least in this case) isn’t that Sam and Dean and John shouldn’t act crazy or that the writers should try to fix all of their mental health issues (although I do think there are some parts they should work on fixing), but that their crazy should be, I dunno, dealt with in a way that makes sense, I guess?

Like, if a substantial portion of the audience is left with the impression that it really was a betrayal of the family that Sam went off to college- which seems to be the case- then I feel like that has to have come from the writing in some way. Because that’s an idea that’s way outside mainstream American thinking. Like, there’s probably ten parents in all of America who wouldn’t be happy if their kid got into Stanford.

And yet the writers never really built any case for it being a logical viewpoint given the in-universe circumstances, So overall, I’m just kinda left with a feeling of wtf is going on there?

it’s currently 2:38am and i just finished rereading dalton once again. and i just have way too many feelings and i don’t have anyone to talk about this so i’m back on tumblr and really hoping that someone out there is going to see this. i really hope i’m not alone in this. i remember reading dalton for the first time back in 2012, i was 13 years old. but dalton actually began in 2010, two whole years before that. its last update was in 2014 and the episode ends with julian fucking larson opening his eyes. and now we’re in 2017. i’m 19, in my first year of college and i’m still not over this story and these characters. it hurts a lot to think that the last update comes from 3 whole years ago and there’s still no ending. i have a lot of trouble dealing with unfinished things. my life obviously changed a lot since then, but whenever i feel down and things are hard, i decide to go back to everything i’ve let behind from my teen years. my favorite klaine fics are one good example. but right now, at 2:45am, when i should be studying for my college exams because life goes on for everybody, i find myself in the same position i had been so many years ago. crying over original characters created for a glee fanfiction. and i cannot tell how many tears i’ve shed while reading this. this story beautifully created by cp coulter will forever be very important and special to me, i just know it. and i’m writing this because i need to know how many of us are still here. how many of us still think about logan and julian and how they deserve their happy ending. about reed and kurt the anderson bros. about the twins and dwight and the entire wonderland. i have to know if there’s something wrong with me for not being able to move on after so much time. is there anyone else with me on this? is it possible there’s still some human being, living in fucking 2017, willing to talk to me about an unfinished glee fanfiction?

Concept: men without the systematic power to harm women

  • men unable to harm a woman in public
  • men unable to catcall, insult or harrass women who pass close to them
  • men unable to rape women
  • men unable to threaten, insult, hit or rape their girlfriend or wife
  • men unable to intimidate, frighten, blackmail or violate women
  • men unable to kill women
  • men unable to shame women’s bodies
  • men unable to control women’s bodies
  • men not controlling the world’s economy
  • men not having any more economic or social power than women and thus unable to ever purchase sex or women’s company in any way because now they too have to focus on food and shelter if they want to survive
  • men unable to produce porn
  • men not controlling the world’s politics
  • men not controlling the world’s healthcare
  • men unable to ever make choices for women
  • men unable to order their girlfriend/wife and children around
  • men unable to avoid doing just as much work as women do
  • men unable to hold demands or expectations of women that they have no right to
  • men unable to pass judgment on women for her age, looks, sexual orientation or goals
  • men unable to pretend women’s issues aren’t real
  • men unable to convince women their boundaries are “silly” and “illogical”
  • men unable to invalidate women’s feelings, instincts or opinions
  • men unable to erase women from history
  • men unable to destroy female-centered religion
  • men unable to pass their last name down to the children woman gave birth to
  • men respecting women’s right to give her last name to her children
  • men respecting women as creators of the population
  • men respecting women’s labour and valuing it as much as their own
  • men respecting labour only women are capable of doing which is invaluable
  • men respecting women’s intelligence and never bringing it in question or minimizing it
  • men not being able to isolate women and unable to stop them forming their own communities
  • men not being able to stop women from enjoying themselves and feeling good about their bodies and opinions
  • men not being able to stop women from having safe and fulfilling lives
  • men gaining their confidence from other things than oppression of women

To be completely honest I️ can’t tell if it’s the depression or something else causing it but my passion for pretty much everything I️ used to care about is gone.

I️ graduated college over a year ago and discovered the shit I’m good at is completely useless in actually being able to live my life and be able to survive so it’s been slowly just draining away.

I️ have a fucking degree in sociology that does jack shit. I️m still pro choice. I’m still a feminist. But none of my skills related to this shit are useful in my life. All this knowledge has given me is being gay trans and miserable at the state of the world and being unable to change it. At this point I️ just wish I️ majored in business or some shit and was able to sell my soul to a corporation for a living wage and an ignorant, happy life.

Like, I️ tell people that I️ write about shit I️ care about on the side but at this point this isn’t writing. It’s half assed blogging. I️ used to be able to bang out papers and analyses and be pretty good at academics but it’s not like it really matters now.

Idk man. I don’t see the point of trying anymore. I️ can’t even afford therapy to see if it would help me get back my passions in life. It doesn’t matter.

anonymous asked:

English was never my strong subject and I was always the worst at analyzing poems. Can you share your insight of the poem in relation to Woman? I know there is the direct quote, but what in the poem do you think there are parallels to and what the meaning might be. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks!

I think the poem is about a man being eaten alive by his own demons and never quite being able to figure out what it is that is eating at him, why nothing makes him happy – drink, drugs, women, self-expression. Others may call the results of his angst art or poetry, but really he’s just trying to function and find a way to deal with this demons. I think Harry is most obviously writing about jealousy in Woman, and how it claws and eats at him. I also think, if he’s as smart as I hope he is, he’s making a nod towards how that sort of angsty male ‘art’ is about working out demons and how if that’s the path you take to do that, you end up alone, dead in a hotel room.

it’s 3am and i’m legit tearing up because!! natsume is still SO afraid of the fujiwaras finding out that he can see things that others can’t since that tended to be the root of his alienation (and heavily implied abuse) in the past and he doesn’t even realize that they. already know?? like obviously they don’t know the full extent of it, but they’ve both heard the stories from his other foster families and touko witnessed him talking about a white crow she wasn’t able to see, and like obviously she’s a bit surprised and bewildered at first but when she puts it together she just! is happy that he’s not alone, even if it’s only in his own mind

i could write ESSAYS on natsume yuujinchou being an allegory for growing up with mental illness/psychosis and finally finding people who accept you and love you for it (even if you’re slow to realize it) and being able to start to overcome years of neglect and abuse, and the crow scene is just…. so perfectly incredibly poignant in that context

ponytaonice  asked:

I love love love your blog. I love it how passionate you are and how you adore our little prince because seriously same. Every time I see your tags or text about him I fell really nice because I can breath and say thank god I am not the only one who is so obsessed with him because he is basically the love of my life not gonna lie about that. So thank you for blessing me with all of this <3

this honestly gave me goosebumps because i feel so loved… just being able to show my love for this beautiful human being… i love him with all my heart, to the moon and back, forever and ever :’)…. he makes me so happy and he makes me feel all lovely inside… i just look at him and my mood changes from :( to being the happiest person on earth… i love him so so so so so much ♡ he really is everything to me and i could write a book about how much i love this person, kim taehyung… it makes me extremely happy and blessed to have such nice and beautiful people on my blog.. i see every like, reblog and follow and i remember you being one of the people always liking my stuff and being on my blog so i wanna thank you for that!! ♡ i’m happy to see so many people loving our everything and having the opportunity to share our love for him with each other is just so special and amazing… i’m happy to have you all ♡

Story Notes

Hey, so on my story “All That Glitters is Taboo”, I’ve been getting a lot of great feedback. People have been really nice and sincere about wanting a lot more Sasuke/Hinata interaction than I have been writing. Instead of being offended, I’m really happy people feel like they can talk to me about it. There will definitely be a lot more interaction between our leads and I’m working on the pacing.

This is what’s so great about reviews and feedback. I can see what works and what does not. I love being able to produce content that people like. So thank you everyone!

(I just have a lot of feels about Hinata’s friendships. I can’t control myself haha.)