like is anybody okay with this

i can’t believe i’m in a relationship honestly. i was totally convinced my life was gonna be independent and reclusive and i was okay with it. i forgot about this warmth & this dreaminess & i forgot what it’s like to be cared for. i didn’t think i was going to let anybody in again for a really long time, if ever. but new years eve i thought to myself “this is the year for good love, this is the year for being brave with it” and there was my friend standing in the room with everybody else and i felt that small rush. mmm 

anonymous asked:

Why don't you want to love him? Don't you feel excited being in love ✨

Aaaaaaaahahahaha okay so like not to drag him because he’s m'friend and alladat but he’s broken up with me twice because life is unfair and love isn’t enough to curate a happy ending when everything is wild and crazy cuz my life ain’t a fairytale. Ya feel me?

Anybody who’s been following me long enough is probably rolling their eyes that I’m screaming into the void about the same dude I’ve been scream about for a whole year and change lmao

D0nt R3blog this btw
Rromani FAQ

What’s up, fam? For International Rromani Day this year, I thought it would be a good idea to maybe post some basic info. So here is your IRrD cultural crash-course cheat sheet:

  • The word “G*psy” is an ethnic slur. It comes from the misconception that we originated in Egypt (hint: we did not). Basically, white Europeans were like “hey those guys are brown. They must be Egyptians. lol ‘Gyptians. lol ~G*PSIES~”. AKA, they couldn’t be bothered to ask where we actually came from. Some Rroma have opted to reclaim this word and may use it to refer to themselves. That does not mean that it’s okay for just anybody to use it. Friendly tip: do not use this word unless you are actually Rromani.
  • Rromani people trace their roots back to India and some parts of Pakistan (but mostly India?). While many don’t necessarily consider themselves Indian or even South-Asian, we are also not white.
  • We are a diaspora group. That means we were expelled from the country/left nationless.
  • Rroma come in all colours. Some of us are dark-skinned and some are light-skinned. We are all POC. There are certain physical traits that are common in our ethnic group, but that does not mean that we all have these traits. In fact, many of these traits have been used to stereotype us, which isn’t cool.
  • Our culture involves a lot of dancing and music. And food. And our food is generally pretty spicy.
  • We are not Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame). In fact, that book is hella racist and the movie isn’t really much better. In the book, Esmeralda was a gadje (non-Rromani) girl who was kidnapped by Rroma (stereotype) and raised in their community (stereotype). As you will know from the movie, she dressed provocatively (stereotype) and danced for coins (stereotype). Rroma women are often portrayed as sexual objects, which is really gross tbh. Although the cute lil’ goat friend is 110% factual. I mean, not really. But I had a goat friend. Her name was Rochelle. More on that later.
  • Rroma men are often stereotyped as lazy.
  • Other stereotypes include fortune tellers, witches, thieves, beggars, and street performers. I am here to tell you that we are honestly no more likely to do these things than any other cultural group so… yeah? And those that do are often forced into these positions by laws and discrimination in their home countries.
  • Speaking of which, forced eviction, mass deportation, sterilisation, systematic impoverishment and oppression, workplace discrimination, segregated education, and TAKING CHILDREN AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILIES are problems that Rroma are still facing TODAY.
  • Rroma are sometimes known as Travellers because we have historically been a fairly nomadic group (by necessity). Rromani people would (and many still do) travel from place to place, looking for work, only to be chased away by prejudiced locals. Think old man on a porch shouting “Get off my lawn!” at the paper boy. Dumb, right? Right.
  • We do not want your children. For some reason, gadje think we want to steal their children? Some even think we eat them??? We do not do this.
  • Gadje is not a bad word. It literally means “non-Rromani person”.
  • Our language is called Rromanes or Rromani Chib. There are like a gajillion different dialects. Those of us who actually speak our chib might not be able to understand another Rrom because of dialectical differences. It’s complicated.
  • We are not a costume. A G*psy is not something you can just become. You can’t convert. You either are or you are not. Wearing long skirts does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. Being a hippie does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. Pracitising witchcraft does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. We are not mythical creatures. You cannot become Rromani any more than you can become Black or Asian or Hispanic. It is especially concerning when people act like we are a style instead of an ethnicity because a) it makes a mockery of our culture, and b) makes it seem like we do not actually exist.
  • Bread.

what she says: i’m fine 

what she means: they have no respect for anybody, okay? they’re like stupid goddamned savages. they’re bitches! they’re bitches! they’re little bitches! i came in there, right?  and i was polite, and i was nice to them. i was cordial. and THEY COMPLETELY GODDAMNED DISRESPECTED ME! LITTLE IDIOTS! IDIOTS! i was completely respectful. they’re supposed to be my brothers, right? they’re my brothers? NO, NO. THAT’S NOT FUN. what they were doing wasn’t fun. they kept ZAPPING US AND ZAPPING US. IDIOTS! SAVAGES! IDIOTS! IDIOTS! IDIOTS! NO, ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP. IDIOTS! They disrespect- I AM A LEGEND OVER THERE. That wasn’t fun! IT’S NOT FUN! IT’S NOT FUN! SAVAGES! 

dear evan hansen songs ft. alternate titles
  • anybody have a map?: okay google, how do i parent
  • waving through a window: maybe you should step out of the sun so you don't fucking die evan
  • for forever: no homo
  • sincerely, me: no homo (reprise)
  • requiem: no one mourns the wicked (sorry elphaba)
  • if i could tell her: okay google, how do i make a girl like me by only using lies about her dead brother
  • disappear: evan makes the big decision
  • you will be found: evan follows through with the big decision
  • to break in a glove: [insert the "god i wish that were me" meme here]
  • only us: okay google, how do i make a girl like me without making up lies about her dead brother
  • good for you: congratulations, you played yourself
  • words fail: evan regrets the big decision
  • so big / so small: i don't even have a joke for this one just insert a pic of someone gross sobbing or smthn here
  • for forever (reprise): well my life has been ruined

“I’m so lucky that you guys understood my humor and liked me on the show and if anybody could relate to me, then I’m okay with this. Because I didn’t have to prove anything to myself coming back, it was just to see what happened, in that, I wouldn’t have any regrets and make everyone that rooted for me last season excited to watch me play again.”

Malec: S2E8 missing scene

Author’s note: I decided to write a Malec ‘missing scene’ type thing which features a conversation I felt would have been important from episode eight, especially considering the circumstances.

If anybody ever feels like Alec, please know that it is okay to ask for help. I’m not an expert but if you feel like talking to somebody I’m here and also please be aware of your local suicide prevention hotline. Please be safe!!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this Malec fan fiction. It’s short but kinda sweet, I guess??? Haha.

X

After the whole ordeal with Iris Rouse had been solved, Magnus looked around his apartment to observe the damage. In normal circumstances, he would have fixed the destroyed walls and the cluttered ornaments right away. Right now, though, Magnus knew he had a more pressing matter to deal with.

“We should be leaving,” Clary said in a small voice. Once Magnus had sent Iris to the Clave, an uneasy silence had settled around the room as the severity of the night dwelled on the group. “Thanks for a great party, Magnus,” she continued, the unheard ‘despite’ hanging in the air between them.

Magnus managed a smile. “That’s quite alright, Biscuit.”

Clary took Simon’s hand and left the apartment. Izzy and Jace made to follow, choosing not to say a word but to just give a solemn nod in acknowledgment.

Jace paused by the door, realising his Parabatai was not following them. “You coming, Alec?” he questioned, cocking his head in the direction of the door.

Alec was visibly tense, a frown somehow deeper than usual arranged on his face. “No,” he replied through his teeth.

Jace looked, concerned, towards Magnus, who in turn motioned a hand as if to tell him to leave. Although he was obviously worried, Jace thought it best to let Magnus try and get through to Alec, so he simply give another nod and left.

The audible click of the front door echoed in the apartment. Alec’s hands were squeezed tightly into fists, his eyes just as harshly closed, and his jaw was shaking with the effort it was taking him to try and calm down. Magnus took a cautious step towards him, and then another, and then another, until they were face to face.

“Alec,” Magnus said softly, placing a hand on around one of Alec’s trembling fists. “Open your eyes for me.” There was no response. If anything, Alec just squeezed his eyes shut even more. “Alec, please. Let me see your eyes.” Magnus placed his spare hand gently onto Alec’s face, rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Alexander.”

Alec finally responded, opening his eyes to reveal desperate pools of hazel.

“Hey,” Magnus whispered. “Come and sit down with me, okay?”

Alec nodded in reply, and loosened the first that Magnus was holding so that they could intertwine hands. The warlock was glad for the connection. He wanted to believe that he was helping Alec more than anything.

When Magnus and Alec got to the couch, the Shadowhunter sat down first and immediately let his head fall into the palms of his hands. Though Magnus was at first going to sit next to him, he instead kneeled down in front of Alec, placing his hands on both of Alec’s wrists, squeezing in reassurance.

“Alec,” he coaxed. “Alexander, please. Let me help you.”

At last, Alec said something, moving his hands away from his face.. “Why do you even want to?” he asked, broken. “Why.. why would anybody want to?”

Magnus felt his chest rip into pieces. “Of course I want to help you, Alexander. Do you have any idea how much I care about you? I can’t bare to see you this upset.”

Alec dragged a hand through his dark, tangled hair. “Do you know why I wouldn’t open my eyes?” he said rhetorically. “Because, Magnus. Because I couldn’t look at you. Because I couldn’t bare for you to look at me, upset. Disappointed. You don’t deserve to be upset, Mags. I’m the one person who’s supposed to make you happy and I can’t even do that properly.” He scoffed humourlessly. Magnus felt a frown fall onto his face. “God, can I do anything right?!”

Magnus rose onto the couch beside the younger man, simply encouraging him to, “Go on.”

Alec began to pour his heart out to Magnus. “I killed Jocelyn,” he said definitively. “I know everybody keeps telling me that it wasn’t my fault, it was the demon’s - problem is, it was my hand reaching into her chest. It wasn’t a demon’s. It was mine. I’m a Shadowhunter. We’re trained to fight these things off. I should have known; I should have been better.. but I wasn’t. And I’m never, ever going to forgive myself for that. Clary shouldn’t! I killed her mother.”

“And it just- it makes me think. I know I was hallucinating earlier. I know that’s not what Clary actually thinks about me. But it’s what she should think. It probably is what everybody else thinks. And, you know,” he shrugged his shoulders, his voice breaking. “Maybe everybody would be better off without me. Like I said. I can’t do anything right.”

Alec’s heartbroken eyes finally met Magnus’ as he turned his head. His hands began to shake again and, before he knew it, he was encompassed in Magnus’ arms, sobbing.

“Listen to me, Alexander.” Magnus was sharp, but slightly muffled against Alec’s blazer. His eyes, too, watered. “A lot of people would miss you if you weren’t here. I can’t think of a single person that would be better off without you around. You’re a protector, a brother, a son, a friend. One half of a Parabatai bond. My boyfriend, who I can no longer imagine life without. Don’t you ever think for even a second that you are not cared for. You are; more so than you could ever know.” He felt Alec nod against his shoulder, and pulled away, raising a hand to wipe the tears away from Alec’s face. Magnus leaned back against the couch, putting an arm around Alec, who in turn shuffled to rest his head against Magnus’ chest.

“It’s just- hard, sometimes.” Alec flinched. “I guess. I’ve.. I’ve never really had anybody who worries about me. I mean, Izzy does to an extent of course. But I never really felt comfortable talking to her about my problems. I mean, I’m her older brother, you know? I’m the worrier.”

Magnus joined their free hands together. “Well, now you do. You can always come to me, Alec.”

“I know.” Alec smiled for the first time in a while. “Same goes for you.”

“And, Alexander?”

“Yeah?”

“Please never worry that you’re not making me happy. I haven’t felt anything quite like this in a long time,” the warlock admitted. “Maybe ever.”

“Oh,” Alec gasped, shocked. Not knowing what to say in reply, he simply leaned up and kissed Magnus on the cheek. Magnus, unwilling to let Alec pull away, caught him in a tender kiss on the lips that would leave the two breathless.

“Can I stay here, tonight?” Alec asked as he settled back down onto Magnus’ chest.

“Oh, Alexander,” Magnus responded fondly. “You should know by now that you never need to ask.”

X

I NEED AN ADRINETTE CUDDLE REVEAL OKAY

so just hear me out okay

so like.

Adrien and Marinette get closer as friends (thanks in part by wingpeople Nino and Alya, though rather than dating…  They become super awesome platonic buddies).  They get really close, getting to know each other a lot, and Marinette is just all the more in love with Adrien but perfectly happy with him as a friend.

And Adrien is slowly having this revelation of “oh crap I like-like her…!”

But he doesn’t wanna give up on Ladybug, of course.

But like, both of them are really touchy-feely, and they’re cuddly, and it’s like.  All the platonic cuddles.  It’s cold?  They’ll be cuddling somewhere.  One of them had a bad day?  They’re cuddling.  Bored?  They’ll just curl up somewhere and cuddle because they just are.  Ridiculously cuddly.

Sometimes they manage to drag Nino and Alya in and they have group cuddles and it’s v therapeutic for them all and it’s a good time.

And this sort of bleeds over into their hero behavior–the Ladyblog is blowing up with ladynoir cuddle pictures even though both insist that it’s strictly platonic “c’mon, can’t a pair of best friends just cuddle when it’s cold and they have to watch out to make sure somebody doesn’t turn into a monster for stubbing their toe?  Can’t we just have this?”

And Chat is slowly feeling more platonic towards Ladybug as his feelings for Marinette grow, meanwhile Mari is starting to find her crush on Adrien is shifting towards Chat.

And it gets slowly harder to separate their hero and civilian lives when they’re sleepy and cuddling because it’s just so familiar and without even realizing it one time Marinette is just scritching Adrien’s head where she usually scritches Chat’s and is like “Love you, minou.”

And he sleepily nuzzles her and mumbles “love you too, princess.”

And neither of them actually realize it at first.

Because they’re both half asleep and the cuddles as civilians and heroes blur together so neither of them realizes they’re not transformed and forget about it when they wake up.

Until one time they’re curled up together after a patrol under a blanket and cuddling and have hot chocolate LB brought and some sweets from her bakery and Chat just sleepily mumbles “Your parents make the best cookies, Mari.”

And she just sleepily responds “You always say that, Adrien…”

And that’s when it clicks.

And…  Instead of freaking out, they’re both like “Oh.  Okay.  Yeah.  Yeah that makes sense.  I’m glad it’s you.”  And go back to cuddling and they’re even more cuddly later.

(And Nino and Alya are like “We KNEW it wasn’t platonic!” when they end up kissing a few days later during group cuddles)

Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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animenightwing33
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Headcannon that percy actually really likes seafood and doesn’t tell anybody because he’s ashamed.

This is honestly a pretty interesting headcanon but anyways:

-It happens by mistake, he’s eating pizza with his friends and eats the one with seafood toppings on it.

-He’s instantly hooked and when he knows he’s alone, he goes to a seafood restaurant. 

-He always feels extremely guilty afterwards and gives Poseidon extra offerings that next meal.

-This goes on for like months.

-Finally Annabeth asks him what he wants for dinner and he immediately replies “Seafood” not thinking.

-Annabeth just kinda looks at him funny and just shrugs, saying “Okay.”

-Percy is immediately like “How are you not feaking oUT?”

-Annabeth just responds that its whatever, and once everyone else finds out, everyone is fine with it.

-In fact the only that’s salty (pun intended) about it is Poseidon who just kinda gives Percy a glare when he first finds out/

-Percy also swears that it always ends up raining right after he eats seafood.

Rescue

*shows late to femslash february with starbucks* oops. Oh well, @breeeliss gave us a challenge and here is my try. I hope I did it justice, especially given it is 4 am and I’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It is kind of short tho >_<


Look, Alya loved Ladybug, okay? Ladybug was the best superhero in the world and she would physically fight anybody who says otherwise. But even Alya, the crowned queen of ladybug fangirling and appreciation, questioned the superheroine’s rescuing methods sometimes. Because it was the second time when Ladybug locked her in a closed space for her safety. The zoo cage at least didn’t require her to share all her personal space and oxygen with someone. A broom closet? Yeah, not so much. And while Alya could have dealt with it reasonably in any other situation…

(Hey, Ladybug cared enough about her to force her to safety!)

… but being stuck in a broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all people was too much.

“Ugh, I have no space! What is this place?” Chloé exclaimed in a tone full of indignation.

“A broom closet.” deadpanned Alya.

“It is horrible! It is dusty and small and I have to share it with you out of all people! I’ll have a word with my papa about this when we will be out.”

Alya rolled her eyes as silence fell over them. It wasn’t only squeezing, annoying and hard to breathe, but it was also awkward. Oh, boy. They stayed like that for long enough that Alya was surprised Chloé was so silent. Not that she wasn’t appreciating it. They were already sharing way too little space (along with some brooms), the last thing Alya needed was Chloé’s complaints and screaming.

“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?” Chloé inquired.

Alya rolled her eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because I hate awkwardness, of course. Not that you would know anything about proper social interaction.”

“Listen here you little… ”

They bickered like that for what Alya guessed must have been around ten minutes. She wasn’t too sure, but time always flew by whenever she and Chloé arguest. Damn her, she always knew how to ruffle Alya well enough and raise her temper to the boiling point. Honestly, the argument could have continued for a long time, if a shout that clearly belonged to an akuma. Alya wanted to scream. Seriously? Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see Chloé was about to scream. Instinctively, Alya covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing Alya was in the mood for was to become a minion. She hated when that happened. As if to spite her, Chloé covered Alya’s mouth. They kept glaring at each other in the dark until the noise caused by the akuma disappeared. Pulling their hands away from each other’s mouths (as much as the space allowed.

“I can’t believe your lips are so chapped!” Chloé exclaimed.

“Why do you ca… hey, what are you doing?” Alya narrowed her eyes, as Chloé pulled a chapstick out of her… bra? The light from her phone would have been really useful if she could actually reach for her back pocket. “Did you just pull a chapstick out of your bra?”

“What, you don’t use your bra to store things?”

“No? I actually have boobs to fill mine properly.”

Chloé stopped dead in her tracks and Alya could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile. “Touché. Now pucker up those lips.”

Alya sighed. This was by far the weirdest day of her life, she decided as Chloé was applying chapstick to her lips. When she was done, Chloé nodded.

“Nice enough. Moisturize properly. I’d even say ready for kissing, but no one would actually want to kiss you.”

Alya growled. “I’ll let you know I had kissed lots of people.”

“Oh, please, everybody knows quality over quantity. And let’s be real Césaire. Everybody knows I’m the better kisser.”

Alya snorted. “As if! Who did you kiss beside the Ladybug posters? No way in hell you are a better kisser than me.”

“I am!”

“Prove it!”

From the many scenarios Alya pictured for the day, having an intense make out session in a small broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all damn people, was certainly not one of them. Yet, here she was. The kissing was pretty much just like any argument between the two of them went. Heated, intense, each one trying to prove a point to the other. And even though she will never ever admit it out loud Chloé was a pretty damn good kisser. Seeing neither of them was yelding, they could have kept it up for quite a long time. Until the door of the closet opened, making both of them fall in a tangled mess on the floor, on top of one another. Looking up, they noticed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a red mask, looking at them curiously, obviously awaiting an explanation. Chloé and Alya exchanged a look. What can one do when Ladybug catches you making out with someone you supposedly can’t stand. Especially if both persons in question would rather prefer kissing the superheroine. Well, for once, they were both on the same page.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

Fake Chats #126
  • Jimin: Koooooookieeeeeeee!
  • Jungkook: um, yes?
  • Jimin: wanna do something?
  • Jungkook: what?
  • Jimin: something with me?
  • Jungkook: yeah, what?
  • Jimin: something with me where you don't tease me or side with others against me?
  • Jungkook: alright, who do I need to set straight? I've never punched anybody, but I would for you. Who is it, you can tell me, I got your back.
  • Jimin: wait, really?
  • Jungkook: no, you think I'm gonna punch Yoongi-hung just because he's being mean just because he's sleepy? Heck no.
  • Jimin: oh.
  • Jungkook: but I will give you a hug if you promise not to waltz around like you're on cloud nine.
  • Jimin: I... can't promise that.
  • Jungkook: that's okay, I'll still give you one.

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why Brian has to have an open relationship why can't he just commit to Justin ??

BEING 👏 MONOGAMOUS 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 THE 👏 SAME 👏 THING 👏 AS 👏 BEING 👏 COMMITTED. 👏

BEING 👏 COMMITTED 👏 DOES 👏 NOT 👏 MEAN 👏 YOU 👏 MUST 👏 BE 👏MONOGAMOUS. 👏

Okay, anybody following me knows that I’ve been in grief over The Song of Achilles for a little more than a month now. It’s beautifully-written, heart-wrenching in the best and worst ways possible, and I’ll likely never get over it. 

That being said, I’ve noticed that Thetis in The Iliad is not even half as cruel as the Thetis in TSoA. In fact, in Book 19, when Achilles is about to arm himself and worries over Patroclus’ body rotting, Thetis reassures him that she’ll preserve and protect it for him. And in Book 23, Thetis intensifies the Myrmidons’ desire to grieve as they ride their chariots around Patroclus’ body, so I think it’s pretty clear that she cared for him, or at least cared about him because he was important to Achilles.

SO WHY IS SHE SO MEAN IN TSOA

WHY

Mission Gone Wrong

Originally posted by despairingfever

Summary: After returning from a particularly difficult mission, you don’t want anything to do with anybody. Guilt is eating away at you and you’re finally forced to open up to your friend, Cassian.

Author’s Note: This has been stuck in my head for what feels like forever! It is my first Star Wars fic, so I hope it’s okay. I just love Cassian so much and I loved writing him. I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and I think this piece is really a reflection of that. It is angsty as all get out, so beware. Please let me know what you think!!! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language; ANGST; seriously, this whole thing is like one big angst fest; smidge of fluff; mentions of murder

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The mission had gone horribly wrong.

Not wanting (or maybe not able) to face anybody, I trudged back to my quarters without so much as a ‘hello’ to anyone after arriving back at the Yavin 4 base. As if on autopilot, I shed my dirty clothes, covered in dirt and grime and blood, and headed for the shower, washing up before following my nightly routine and crawling into bed. Sleep didn’t come.

That’s how it was for three days.

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What The Signs Need To Focus On
  • Check Sun & Moon Sign.
  • Reblog to remind yourself.
  • Aries: Finishing things they've put off. *You've procrastinated for far too long.
  • Taurus: What they want to do in school/work/life. *You can't keep living without a clear goal.
  • Gemini: Being honest with their true selves. *Stop trying to change yourself for your friends or family.
  • Cancer: Not depending on others for their personal happiness. *Sometimes those you count on most will fail you.
  • Leo: Being okay with being alone and independent. *You don't always need someone to feel secure.
  • Virgo: Understanding not everyone thinks like them. *You don't need to convince everyone of your beliefs.
  • Libra: There are better things to concern yourself with than superficial things. *Looks and status don't define you or anybody else, so stop thinking that it does.
  • Scorpio: Starting a healthy eating/ fitness regimen. *You keep telling yourself "someday" - the time is now and the longer you wait the more time you're wasting.
  • Sagittarius: Being real and genuine. *You think you're good at fooling people, but you're not, it's completely transparent.
  • Capricorn: Doing what they enjoy. *You get so swept up in what everybody else is doing tend to lose your interests easily.
  • Aquarius: Being truly kind and compassionate. *Sometimes your selfishness and arrogance can get in the way of your relationships, try thinking of others feelings first for a change and watch your life get better.
  • Pisces: Being humble. *You tend to compare yourself with others so much that you may start building a complex that you're better than everybody else - forget that and just try to be okay with who you are at the moment.

I just want to take a moment to remind everyone that stimming isn’t always pretty, and it doesn’t always make sense. It might seem gross or make people uncomfortable. These include skin picking, hair pulling or eating, groaning or yelling, nose picking, scalp picking or scratching, and many more. They are still real. They, and the people that use them, still need acceptance. It’s still a way to regulate and calm down. It’s still soothing. People with “unnatural” or “gross” stims don’t deserve to be stared at or punished or mocked for using them. I have done several of these and believe me, they aren’t what I would have chosen if it were up to me. It’s okay if you have stims like these or can’t relate to all these other posts about stimming. I understand. I just wanted to give a shoutout to anybody feeling embarrassed or alone because of their stims.

I don’t have to try and make them gay. They already are.
—  Moi