just don't

Please don’t randomly add people on Skype.

For some (including me), Skype is akin to a home, or even your room - and adding people on skype is akin to giving them free access to said place. 

You don’t just give any random stranger access into your house on the pretense of “to try and be friends”. That’s why I’m on tumblr, and that’s why I visit streams and other stuff. Those activities are ones in which i venture out of my ‘personal space’, and you could approach me there. 

But please, if I don’t even know you at all, don’t even try to ask to barge into my home. You are asking me to risk giving a total stranger a key to my place when i have zero idea who you are, with little to no benefit to myself if I do so. It’s rude, it’s kinda unpleasant, and chances are if you do this I would make note of it as a sign not to have anything to do with you.

And even if you do know the person, it’s still a very polite move to ask beforehand. I know, it must take a LOT of skill to put my username into skype’s search box and click search. Congrats. Unless we’re very close and regularly punch each other in the face as an affectionate gesture, don’t add without asking.

Lastly, of course - the home owner still makes the final call. I’m sorry if I reject your request, but it’s still my home and I choose who i want in it myself.

Thank you.

Small and understandable list of why it is bad when girls call themselves “lesbians who like men” or “lesbian with a boyfriend”

  • It reinforces that lesbians can fall in love with men, something most of us constantly hear (you’ll meet a man someday, don’t be closed minded) and it’s not true, it’s against the very definition of lesbian and there’s nothing wrong with us not being into men
  • It reinforces that bisexuals don’t exist, that there are “straight girls into girls” and “lesbians into men” when in reality there’s this neat word for that and there’s nothing wrong with being bi

Sure realizing the sexuality you previously identified as wasn’t really your sexuality is scary, we all have gone through that, but eventually I hope you all can not do anything that damages our own community


Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I’m leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
I’m writing this watching the sun come up. You’re asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I don’t want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I’m perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn’t stand that.
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I’d break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.
All night I’ve watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that’s real, but every night. But things are different, and I can’t look at you without feeling like I’ve tricked you into loving me.
The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he’ll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian’s; I can track him to where my father’s hiding. And that’s what I’m going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that’s why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn’t make myself go.
I don’t blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.
- Jace

blackcatbone asked:

Dear Flatbear, any advice on how to ask out a comic shop employee without making their life awkward or getting in the way of them doing their job? It always seems like the wrong time on a Wednesday when there are other people waiting for their comics.

Ask them when they are not at work.