keep being brave

anonymous asked:

What is Between the Lines? Your art has me hooked!

Between the lines is a musical based off of a novel that premiered in October of this year!! It was at a theatre (KCrep) thats not too far of a drive from where I live so I went to see it in person twice!!! It was really fucking good!! This musical means a lot to me asdkf It’s got a special place in my heart

It’s about this high school junior named Delilah who’s dad just left and her mom is busy and she has no friends. Life just kinda sucks you know? She copes by reading, and she becomes obsessed with this fairy tale called ‘Between the lines’ and basically the prince from the fairy tale (Oliver) is also fed up with his life because he’s living the same story over and over and he’s sick of it!! The two end up being able to talk and become friends and maybe more than friends?? 

Uhh there’s an audio boot that somebody grabbed, and I can put some pics of the cast n shit under the cut.

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  • Aries
  • Keep being: Exciting, spontaneous, fun and playful, unpredictable, exhilarating, energising to be around
  • Stop: Getting frustrated when we can't keep up
  • Taurus
  • Keep being: A dependable and warm friend, a thoughtful lover, an endearing comic, mischievous and childlike
  • Stop: Shutting yourself off from us when emotions start building
  • Gemini
  • Keep being: Clever and sassy, comedic and witty, interesting and educational
  • Stop: Assuming we are too dumb to keep up with you
  • Cancer
  • Keep being: Kind, warm and soothing, transporting and wise, motherly and comforting
  • Stop: Taking your moods out on people who love you the most
  • Leo
  • Keep being: Exuberant and fascinating, creative and fun loving, playful, funny and big hearted
  • Stop: Thinking you are on a solo mission to save the world - work with us
  • Virgo
  • Keep being: Helpful and sympathetic, clever and educational, quick witted and intriguing
  • Stop: Locking us away when you think we won't understand
  • Libra
  • Keep being: Amiable and warm, friendly and comforting, understanding and nonjudgmental, loveable
  • Stop: Thinking you a lesser than us
  • Scorpio
  • Keep being: Interesting and wonderful, seductive and knowledgeable, wise and soothing, evocative
  • Stop: Thinking we all have ulterior motives
  • Sagittarius
  • Keep being: Active and exciting, spontaneous and unpredictable, funny and educational, free spirited
  • Stop: Judging our beliefs because you haven't experienced it
  • Capricorn
  • Keep being: Brave and inspirational, strong, good willed and comforting, dependable and resilient
  • Stop: Assuming we can't help you
  • Aquarius
  • Keep being: Unpredictable and exciting, eccentric and intelligent, shocking and fun, playful and free
  • Stop: Assuming we haven't put thought into our opinions
  • Pisces
  • Keep being: Cordial and good natured, different and soothing, creative and mystical, transporting and loving
  • Stop: Shutting us off and escaping when it all gets too much
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.


∙ 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.


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


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.

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.

the fairy’s daughter and her prince

When Tiz doubled over, clutching at his chest, Agnès recognized what had happened immediately and felt a pang of fear. She tried her best to keep her voice level as she held his shoulders and asked, “Are you all right, Tiz? Can you make it to the bench? I’ll help you,” but she could hear her own voice edging to sharpness. She was panicking.

Tiz did not notice. He rarely noticed such subtle things to begin with, but especially now, when he was still gasping and readily clung to her for support, he was in no shape to notice anything around him. “I-it hurts… Agnès…why does it hurt…?”

“It’s that stubborn princess’s fault,” Agnès told him.

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in case you haven’t heard it lately, ever, or just need to hear it right now: i am proud of you ! it is not easy to make your way through this big world of ours and you are doing just fine. you are making your own path and figuring it out on your own, thats a pretty big effort for anyone to take on! i know that however you do it, it will all work out in the end. trust yourself because you know best in how to get where you want to be..i believe in you! and of course just keep being the strong, brave, and goodhearted person you are. we need more people like that. with you here, you play a really special part, and i just don’t know what itd be like without your shining star presence…!! thank you very much for your excellent work! we will do great today

erenesian-deactivated20170805  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

November 6

some of the children i am afraid for:

-a boy who is ten, argues with passion, and trades casual affection with his friends—in a pat on the shoulder, a hug in passing, bumps and wrestling never meant to hurt. I catch myself almost spilling out the old familiar rhetoric, hands to yourself before i see how much they all smile. before i think of their years to come, how statistics show touch deprivation runs rampant, especially in men. i draw my own boundaries with him. i do not stop him from hugging his friends.

-a girl, who is ten, with dark eyes and clever mind, who speaks arabic on the phone to her father when she forgets her flute for band and gives malted milk balls to her classmates, explaining she cannot eat them because of the animal bone they contain. the teacher starts a class discussion and gives her space to speak alongside another girl, and the girls do not think to draw up lines with the words kosher and halal, only understanding, yes, you do this too. she stops to watch me work and i want to press all i have into her hands, hold her and beg her to keep being brave, pray it has not occurred to her that she will need to.

-another girl, the other one from the discussion, who brought a prayer book for show and tell and wrote hebrew letters across the board, who traced patterns on a globe with me and gasped in delight when she found israel with the kind of joy that comes with knowledge and familiarity. she knows of this place, and that is enough to delight at. she knows of this place. she knows enough to be delighted. i want to find every person who would ever think to argue with her in the future, call her murderer and demand answers for gaza, and i know their grief and reasons for it, but still i want to strike them down before they can ever meet her and drain that light from her eyes.

-another boy, who is nine, who already hates himself for being the wrong kind of brilliant, who i have to drag down and through the dents and ditches of a scratched out paper trying to break the problems down small enough so he can see to overcome them. a boy who does not understand what he is doing wrong and has already learned enough to think he never will.

-a girl, who is nine, who reminds me of all the parts of myself that cut at the rest like a rusty knife. i try to call her wandering brain back to me, try to show her the paths that saved my life, but i think she will have to find her own. i wish i could fight the monsters for her, even as i rub my own aching scars.

i would fight the world for any of them. i would break it for all of them.

I believe they can build it better. I want to give them that chance.


“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)

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