my love for you can't even be described in words

ANGARAN RYDER GET IT

I’m actually crying, I started chatting with @shrug-viper less than a week ago and they made this for me just to be nice, like I can’t even function right now, I’m just deeply, deeply touched by this gift. I love how light and pure it feels, I don’t even have words to describe how happy this makes me. 

Thank you so much and thank you for using my really dumb URL pun as inspiration. You’re a legend and I love you. 

AUTHOR GOALS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED THIS DAY

So I just got a message from someone on FF.net that would like to translate my 46,000 word KakaIru fic in to Spanish to share with their community. 

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I’m so honored I might start crying? I don’t know what to do with all these feels? I absolutely said yes. I’ll be honest, even if they don’t credit me and my fic ends up getting stolen I’m still gonna fly high knowing someone loved my fic so much that they felt it needed to be translated in to a whole other language just so more people could enjoy it. 

And they were super nice and polite about it???

And hot fuck do you know how long it’s gonna take them to translate that much writing? Probably a really long time! That is a lot of effort to go through.

I have to go squeal and fangirl now. Author goals. Super author goals. 

anonymous asked:

Aight, lemme just say that I found your blog just yesterday through your kiribaku (mainly bakugou tho bc he the bae) art and it took me -15 seconds to follow your blog and god like oh my god like oohhhh myy godddd jesus words can't even describe how ATTRACTED I am to your kiribaku like that soft coloring and round, so round and gentle and kind and soft and squishy lines and GOD the way you draw smiles like i'm crying over here my heart is squeezing and i can see the light and have i MENTIONED th

… Ok I’m off to scream in the distance, the anons are being way too cute and I don’t know how to deal. Save me.

Listen,

I have so much love for @laurentshair’s fanfiction Courts, Crowns, and A Little Game of Chess, so much love.

This fanfiction deserves fanarts, kudos and lot of reviews!

Words are literally not enough to describe how much I love this fic.

If you can, please go and read it. It’s really a sweet fanfic.

Thank you and good day :D

Sara Ramirez

Ok guys, we have to talk about Sara Ramirez coming out this afternoon. I really hope that you won’t judge me for how emotional I am over this.

I am just…. There is no version of my “coming out story” that doesn’t involve the character Callie Torres. Her time with Erica- Callie figuring out that her feelings for her friend was more than “just friendship”- it turned my life upside down. She was figuring herself in nearly the same ways that I was, at almost the exact same time as I was.

Their entire plot together was the catalyst to me finally, finally after years of varying degrees of self-denial, accepting my queerness. And I’ll admit to returning to those episodes, along with all of Calzona’s greatest hits, many times in the near decade that has followed: when I needed courage before my first ever date with a girl, when I needed comfort during fits of depression, when it was a quiet Sunday and I just wanted to have that familiar feeling of friends. Those episodes- Callie specifically- have been all of that for me, and so much more.

Sara Ramirez is the first woman I ever publicly adored and and openly had a crush on. Working through my feelings for her helped to teach me to be comfortable expressing my feelings towards women as a whole. She is one of my biggest gay roots.

And to hear that she came out today… A shiver ran through me from the first mention. I’m almost surprised by how moved I am right now. There aren’t words to describe it.

From one biracial, multiracial, queer, bisexual, Latina woman of color to another… Welcome home Sara, we’ve been waiting for you with open arms.

Me: Lana, would you take a picture with me? 

Lana: Of course! *We take a normal selfie* 

Me: Thank you! Could you kiss me for the next one? 

Lana: Yes, sure. 

*She kissed my cheek* 

Me: Uh, also, would you be my first kiss? I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you. 

 Lana: *Smiles* Okay, but it has to be fast! 

Me: Okay 

 *SHE FUCKING KISSES MY LIPS AND BECOMES MY FIRT KISS. MY FAVORITE PERSON ON EARTH IS MY FIRST KISS. I’M NOT OKAY. I’M AMAZING. I’M SO HAPPY THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE IT. I NEED TO INVENT NEW ONES.* 

Lana: *Laughs* The next ones will be so much better. 

 Me: Uh, there’s no way? 

(?!!!!!!??!!?)

This made me cry so hard. Cristiano you are a gift from God. You don’t even know how amazing and valuable you are to this world. You are saving this boy’s life, because God has given you the means to. Others who could help as well, just look away…but you don’t. You are ready to pay to save this little boy from a horrible life, that could be waiting for him.

And that’s why I am convinced that God will keep giving you more and more. May God bless you and your family and guard you, your son and all your loved ones at all times and places. I can’t even find the words to explain, how I feel about you. Thank you for being an example to follow. Thank you for being my idol and inspiration every single day.

QUÉ GRANDE ERES, CRISTIANO! ♥

imagine;
  • lauren: so.. tell me more about ur crush...
  • camila: well, she is..
  • lauren: wait, she? u mean it's a girl?
  • camila: no a- i mean, he-
  • lauren: no don't tell me. ur crush is a girl right *stares at camila*
  • camila: ye-es...
  • lauren: ok continue
  • camila: *stares back at lauren* ok this girl is just so.. annoying but so irresistible at the same time. she drives me insanely crazy. i can't get over how amazing she is and how charming she is in every way... oh and her eyes, they're like the stars from the sky, the way they stare at mine makes me feel like i'm in heaven, i could get lost in them. sometimes i wonder why can't i kiss her lips already.. just, everything about her is what i call perfection. like i wish, she's the one i get to wake to every single day and cuddle with anytime...
  • lauren: she must be so lucky... *sighs* anymore about her?
  • camila: very lucky... *smiles* um.. words can't even describe her Lauren
  • lauren: does she go to the same school as us?
  • camila: *nods* yeah...
  • lauren: i wanna meet her
  • camila: you already know her Lo,
  • lauren: i don't know unless u tell me her name or introduce her to me...
  • camila: okay hold on let me call her.. *picks out phone from pocket and dials Lauren's number*
  • few seconds...
  • lauren: oh wait, my phone's ringing, i think it's mum, *answers the call* Camila? *slightly frowns*
  • camila: ... *hangs up*
  • lauren: i love you *pulls camila into a tight hug*
  • camila: i love you too *hugs back tightly*

I have our last poem stuck between my teeth
And I don’t know why I call it our last poem if I am the only one writing and you never even read it.

I found all the old ones in a notebook, all this yearning, all this clawing at the throat and my hands open to receive anything
I don’t remember why I wrote those poems
I don’t remember why I cared so much
I don’t remember your softness, or your open mouth, and more than anything, I don’t remember how you made me feel any more.

I can guess.
Is jut that the feelings aren’t there
It comes with a strange calmness and emptiness that is not the same

I never thought I could wake up one day and simply not want you any more
I think there was a time due, a time sentence a death row for feelings
that I counted in poems
I counted time in love in poems
and now the poems are over.

I don’t think I have anything else to tell you
I loved you, I loved you
that’s all I want you to know
and I think you do.

I loved you and I was good to you sometimes
I need to walk away now, and it doesn’t feel like giving up, or losing a battle, it feels like freedom
love shouldn’t be a battle
it feels like getting out of a war-zone.

I don’t think I will ever write that last poem, describing the end
but I can imagine there is one
there is a poem and there is the words strung together that feel and read like we did
like too much chocolate, like ocean waves, scuba diving,
claustrophobia, paint bullets, scared touches, fear, smiles, a heartbeat elephant drum
but I don’t have them,
and you won’t read them.

—  This is it, Jael