keep being brave

You ever notice

Hak really likes calling himself the Dark Dragon. Like, really likes it. It’s not even because he’s a dragon fanboy, it’s just because he thinks it sounds cool.

But he doesn’t do this much to the other dragons’ faces. I’ll bet that as much as he wants that to be his nickname (sure, Thunder Beast is cool and all, but that got old), he doesn’t want to admit that to the real dragons, especially after all that “smelly old ancient power of a white snake” trash talk. 

Hak is such a dork, but he still wants his new family to think he’s cool. 

He is the Dork Dragon.


The view from the London Eye just hours before the awful events of yesterday, and this morning watching the news. We had a voucher so we went and once we got back on the tube it was all unfolding. I’ve never really been this close to it before and it is sad, and scary, but mostly we all have to keep being brave, stay together and know that one day terror attacks will be in the past. London friends, stay safe and look after each other. I love this city so much n hate to see it hurting


∙ Would who she was, who she really was, be enough? There was no magic to help her this time. This is perhaps the greatest risk that any of us will take. To be seen as we truly are.


Hello!! I’m Oliver!! I was diagnosed with autism when I was 14 years old, and at the time I was really confused, because they didn’t tell me what it /actually/ was, or how it effected me x__x

I’m 17 years old now, and through the years I’ve learnt a lot about myself, and my autism! :D The biggest, and most important thing I’ve learnt is that I have -NOTHING- to be ashamed of :3 Being autistic doesn’t make me “weird” or less humam than anyone else. I love being autistic, and I embrace it all the time!

The picture on the right was taken in my old bedroom in late 2015 (I think xD), and the one on the left was taken in May 2016, when I went to the beach with one of my best friends, Carlin! :D

My favourite stims are raptor hands (for sure!!!), flappy hands and auditory and visual stims online. c: I also love, love, LOVE soft things and stuff with nice textures!!! Sometimes I also sit in a certain way, and put my hood up and cover my hands with the sleeves (like sweater paws)!

I also have lots and lots of special interests hehe :D I love biology. conservation and history! I love animals and learning about plants, and I also love collecting rocks, pebbles, shells and other things from beaches!! I love Pokèmom and Kirby, and Luigi (my favourite Luigi game is Luigi’s Mansion 2!!) and I love learning about policing, and watching crime TV shows and documentaries (my favourite crime fiction shows are Lewis and Silent Witness). I love Voltron too!! And a lot of different animes!! I have so many!! I can’t possibly list them all x3

If you ever wanna talk about your special interests or info dump with me then feel free to message me!!! :D

To all of my autistic friends - you are wonderful, you are valid, and you have NOTHING to be ashamed of. Stand proud, and keep being yourselves, because you are all freakin’ great!! 😁

Keep learning about your special interest(s)!
Stim as much as you want!
Info dump about the things you love!

Embrace being YOU!

You’re lovely, bold and unique, and you have nothing to be ashamed of.

If you ever need anyone, then I’m only a message away :3

Stay safe and take care, my autistic friends. Keep being brave!

(He/him pronouns please! :3)

- @raichu-paws

anonymous asked:

hi arc can i ask a question that seems a bit silly even as i write it? how do you keep being so brave about your fanwork? i used to post a lot of fic when i was younger before all the like holier than thou purity politics stuff happened. but the purity politics stuff sort of... made me scared to interact with fandom? like i want to write and post the fics i have ideas for but i'm SCARED and i don't really know how to?? stop being scared i guess? idk i can't really get my thoughts down now sorry

(scared anon) i just guess i was wondering if you had any advice on like pushing past that fear and just doing fanwork without being scared of how people might react?

Oh, honey.

Christ, lemme think about it….

1. I flat out do not follow any “main” tags. In RT, I never followed #ragehappy. In Borderlands, I never followed #rhack or anything. In HS, I don’t follow any ship tag. So I literally do not see most negativity. This is helpful because people like being dicks in tags and to put their shitty vagueblogging in there, but are often too fucking cowardly to come at you personally.

90% of the time, my awareness that people resent me for having “””impure””” popular fics comes from friends giving me a heads up that someone is talking shit. And when they do, I block that person.

2. Relevant to the above: It took me a long time to understand that people resent my fics being popular, not their actual subject matter. It’s a jealousy thing. I have written some filth that never got really popular, and no one gave a shit. It’s only when I start getting a lot of comments and kudos that suddenly I’m the Great Satan. Keeping in mind that bitches be jealous super helps.

Most recent example: people didn’t start to talk shit about ASAFAF until I started to see fanart based on the story. C’mon.

3. I genuinely believe in the diversity of stories we tell. Like, gushing gold is a great example of a fic I deeply enjoyed writing and sharing, but that I also knew was not for everyone. But it was for some people.

When you are writing a subject matter that you are passionate about, understand that other people are going to be passionate about it too. There are people who need difficult or uncomfortable stories told to affirm they aren’t alone, to help work through rare subject matter, to just enjoy in a world that doesn’t offer them much media.

No story is for everyone, but every story is for someone. Take pride in that.

4. No, really. Block people. Block anyone who makes you uncomfortable, and never look back.

I know it’s apparently a Thing, to block someone, then check in on them? I don’t do this. Once someone is blocked, they no longer exist in my universe.

5. Avoid younger fans. This obviously applies to older fen like me, but broadly speaking, this purity politics culture comes from younger fans attacking older fans, and a lack of understanding that Fandom is a place for a wide group of people with disparate experiences and interests.

Not all young fans are part of that, obviously, but… if someone young enjoys my stuff, I’m glad. I hope they like it. But I avoid deep discussion and interaction and attempts to befriend me, because I am 27 years old and write porn on the internet and shouldn’t be talking to young folks. If anyone doesn’t understand the logic of that, for my protection and for theirs, that is genuinely not my problem and I’m sure they’ll figure it out later.

Boundaries: they are important for adults as much as kids. Enforce them.

6. …

A lot of it is that I’ve been in fandom for over half my life now. I’ve seen a lot of shit. I’ve been through a lot of shit. (Anyone remember that pissant who tried to report me to the government because I told them to stop harassing me after +6 months of bullshit? lol) I’ve had great fandom experiences and I’ve had ones I would love to hit Undo on.

There are amazing people in fandom and there are fucking hilariously awful shitheads in fandom. The majority of people are decent, and they enjoy what I do, and if you start making content and sharing it, you will find people who enjoy what you do. There are people who follow me who shoot me out of the blue supportive Asks on bad days, who read my fic even when they don’t know the source material, who encouraged me to write my book and then bought the damn thing.

The purity police are scary, abusive fuckers. But they are not the majority, and the less you interact with them, the less they can affect you. They want an opponent, they want someone to fight so they can play victim, they want to be the Valiant Warrior Of Purity.

Ignore ‘em. Make them take their boring pedantic morality play elsewhere.

ETA: 7. Don’t fight the purity police and don’t try to convince them or win them over. It literally never works. These are people who are in a bad place and you cannot move them from that place. Only they can, when they grow the fuck up. Don’t do it. You will not win, you will expend energy on people who gobble it up to fuel their shitstirring and vagueblogging, and they will just know they can successfully antagonize you.

Take that annoyance and frustration. Channel it into writing more rad shit. 


I hope this helps at all, anon. Remember, also, that the AO3 is your friend, and you can keep your tumblr and your AO3 a little bit separated. That can help.

heavensdemon  asked:

Hey Jyushimatsu...I really don't feel like dealing with life anymore...I want know. I've got a lot of crap going on and I've lost almost my entire family...I don't even know what to do anymore...I feel like it's just pointless to even go on. I have no energy or desire for anything...

So please stick around for a while still, okay?? I’m sure there are some things you’d miss too, even if some other things hurt!! Keep being brave. Maybe things suck right now but that maybe, probably means it’ll be better in the future! =DD

my klonopin kicked in but not enough.

one thing that worries me about white people, MY people, is that we are desperately needed as bodies and voices in the struggle against fascism and white supremacy.

but the new repercussions against people who even stop to non-violently watch police arrests to make sure they don’t get violent and murder people (that oregon woman convicted of interfering with police just by parking 200 feet away to film) and the arizona law about arresting protesters even before they become violent–

they’ve upped the stakes. it actually requires us to put our lives and bodies and safety and even potentially money and personal assets (arizona is the first but it won’t be the last) on the line to try and interfere in white supremacist day to day.

and i’m worried that people will be put off by it. because t IS SCARY.

i asked my dad and my therapist about taking care of my dogs if anything happens to me and my therapist said she would take ruthie (i think they’ll be a good fit) but my dad immediately rejected that and asked why i thought something would happen to me, as if he doesn’t understand what’s happening, as if he expects me to sit passively by while people are being arrested and deported and assaulted and threatened.

And i understand that a lot of people see it like he does! that the common sense thing is to stay safe at home. and maybe that’s common sense for a straight white older man like my dad, maybe the women’s march and the airport protests are enough for him, but not only am i on the list eventually: lesbian sex worker who does outreach with houseless people isn’t a top priority–i can’t just sit by while this stuff happens. i have to do whatever i can to interfere and I think we all do and we can’t let fear stop us.

and i’m so worried that the new laws and crackdowns and harsh fines for even FILMING police are going to stop white people just when we’re most needed.

please don’t let it stop you. i know it’s scary and i know we’re tired and i know we’re also spending most of our time trying to stay housed and MAYBE build a future for ourselves, but we have to do this too. we HAVE to.

we can’t let them define the parameters of ethics or reality or normality. we have to keep going and keep being brave and keep being their for the rest of our muslim/latinx/black/trans/sex worker family as the trap tightens around us. we are all we have.

Happy Valentine’s day  💫🌟💖

(me? one day late? ,,never) but ehh i wanted to spread some love for this worldwide celebration of love, so here is finally my first ff ever!!! im so grateful for all of u, you’re the best mutuals in the whole world and universe (not even being extra) i hope you know u can always hmu even if we’ve never talked, and i hope this year of 2017 is kind and fulfilling for all you<3

(this is going to be so long sorry,,)

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If you’re Asian or Asian American and speaking up about cultural appropriation and whitewashing then I love you and keep being brave
And if you’re not Asian and listening to Asian people speak up and spreading it and actually caring about it without speaking over Asians then I love you also and good luck to you

I was talking to my friend about how upset I was over anon hate and how it made me feel weak and sensitive. He responded by telling me that being sensitive is admirable and that I wasn’t weak, otherwise I wouldn’t be fighting off this anxiety and continuing to try and move on. So I want every single one of you to know this, because it really helped hearing it from my friend. Being sensitive does not make you weak. In fact, you are very strong and I love you. Please keep being so brave.

anonymous asked:

ahh elliot i know this is a bit random, but i just came out to my mom and I'm so happy!! I'm moving out of state in a month, and i figured i should tell her before i go, and she took it really well! I'm so happy, and i have to say thank you for being such a big inspiration to me!! seeing you and jet happy really made me want the same kind of happiness, so i decided to be open with my family. thank you so much for being such lovely and inspiring people~ xx

Hey, that’s so great! I’m so happy for you and thank you for the lovely message ^_^ Jet and I wish you all the happiness in the world and good luck with all of your future endeavors! Keep being brave and true to yourself! 


Imagine your OTP sleeping together for the first time.  No sex, just sleeping.  When Person A wakes up, they see Person B still asleep.  Person A smiles and wakes them up with a sweet kiss.  Person B, once aware of what’s happening, kisses back.

They’d shared tents, campfires, and rooms when the inns were packed, but this was the first time they had shared a bed. It wasn’t for a lack of vacancies, either.

When Agnès woke to the rosy light of dawn creeping in through the windows, it took a moment for it to sink in that she was truly in Tiz’s bed, lying against him. His body was warm at her back, his arm had wrapped around her sometime in their sleep, and though she knew they were both somewhat decent, she flushed when she shifted her leg under the cotton blanket and her heel bumped into his thigh. He was wearing his drawers, she knew that. He wasn’t naked. He was simply…in possession of more bared skin than she was accustomed to touching. The contact was pleasant, but flustering. She whimpered before she caught herself and swallowed, looking over her shoulder in expectation of seeing Tiz stirring awake. He had been such a light sleeper sometimes, though Ringabel had said he began to sleep better after they found Egil and since then only had problems if he was stressed about something.

His face was still slack with sleep. He was resting well enough that she hadn’t woken him. Good.

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G/T short story: words

(I’m a little rusty when it comes to short stories, been a while since I worked on one but I’m trying to get back into it and finish all the ones I started!)

“Hey, take it easy now….”

Words. Words meant to reassure and calm.
Words to be believed, to be heard and understood.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you..”

Words that hold the truth, that ask for trust.
Words spoken as soft as a gentle breeze.

Words meant nothing to Tali.
How could they?
She was currently huddled into a tight corner, panting for breath as she leaned against the skirting board of a gigantic house and looked up into the eyes of a monumentally huge man bearing down upon her with footsteps as loud as thunder.

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damnyourguts  asked:

Please stay safe

Thank you love, you too. And this goes for all my followers. There’s tonnes of advice out there for those of you who are worried about being caught up in an attack.

My advice is, if you’re anxious, to try and travel in groups / with other people to ease your worry but please keep living your life. As women, we already have the bravery to go out every day knowing that we could be attacked by a man. Women carry rape alarms, pepper sprays, keys between their fingers. Keep being brave and vigilant. G x


“Justin’s come of age in the middle of a battlefield. Earned his purple heart, for chrissake. He’s a soldier, Brian. He fights for what he wants – to be who he is with no shame, to love who he loves with no apology.” Dusty dragged her fingers through the wires hanging above her head. “Idealists always push their boundaries. They shame us into pushing ours. Or frighten us into hiding. Our choice.” (x)