never feel like i belong

although if finnrose is canon.. I get it’s disappointing not to finally see gay rep or to get a payoff on finnrey but it would be good if people didn’t sling hate at it or write it off as “yet another het ship” bc there’s not a lot of representation for interracial relationships in big-budget films and especially not between two poc so Yea

anonymous asked:

I've been questioning if I'm asexual but I'm so worried about it because there's so much negativity about it even in the lgbt community. I feel like I'll never belong anywhere because of this

There are TONS of people that love and accept the asexual community. I’m one of them!!!💛

Here’s a hint. It stinks that many of us have to deal with hate. What stinks more is having to hide and lie and never feel comfortable in your own life because you aren’t living your full truth. 💛


Note: You are the kindest First Order General that Kylo has ever known. But when he tells you this, he doesn’t quite expect for you to react so negatively. In an effort to earn your forgiveness and demonstrate his love for you, you soon learn that Kylo will go to great lengths.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by augustren

“It’s amazing how much you endure for me,” Kylo whispered as he ran his fingers gently down your cheek.

You were both lying on the bed in your shared quarters. After having had a particularly trying day, you were ready to go to sleep the moment you laid on the bed. Though Kylo was a light sleeper, he was always willing to lie with you until you fell asleep.

So in that moment, with your eyes half closed as sleep was beginning to wash over you, Kylo’s comment quickly sent your head snapping up into his direction.

“What do you mean?”

With his helmet resting on the nightstand, you could see him furrow his eyebrows, “You put up with so much on a daily basis. And we both know that you do it for me.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I’m a high ranking First Order general, Kylo,” you said pointedly, “I think my job requires me to put up with a lot regardless.”

“No, no,” Kylo said quickly, “I mean this entire thing. You even being a General. Let’s be honest, you’re hardly First Order material.”

You shot up immediately, clutching to the blanket as you looked down at him, “Why would you say something like that?”

Kylo looked taken aback by your reaction, “I-I didn’t meant to offend you, love, I meant it as a compliment. You don’t belong here!” He said in a flurry of words, suddenly realising what he had just said didn’t sound any better.

You scoffed and Kylo reached out to you, “That came out wrong, Y/N. I mean you don’t belong here because you deserve so much more.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks.”

“You’re unlike anyone else on this entire base, Y/N. You’re kind-hearted, you’re caring… and you’re not afraid of me,” he added, trying to lighten your expression. But you remained scowling, “Sometimes it seems as though the only reason you put up with working here is me. Like you’re wasting your potential here just for me.”

“So you think I’m a waste of potential? Lovely,” you said, getting out of the bed. You didn’t know why this bothered you so much, but it just did.

Kylo had found you on your home planet, tattered and lost. Like you didn’t know where in the Galaxy you belonged. Though it was true your personality might not have been the very best for First Order, Kylo had given you a home and work that had stability, and that was important to you. He knew that too, and after all you had been through, you couldn’t believe he would actually think of taking that away.

“Where are you going?” Kylo frowned.

“Well clearly I don’t belong here,” you muttered.

“Y/N,” Kylo sighed, “You’re taking this the wrong way, just wait–”

But you didn’t want to hear it. You opened the blast doors hastily before storming out.

“These came for you, General L/N… Uh, again,” the Storm Trooper awkwardly set a bouquet of roses down on your desk.

You thanked and dismissed him before placing the flowers onto the shelf, joining the three other bouquets that had now found a home there.

You caught a brief glance of the note before you shelved it. My darling Y/N, I am so sorry.“

It had been four days since your argument, and Kylo had sent you flowers on every one of them. The morning after the argument, he had to leave for a diplomatic mission. But he didn’t want to leave his presence unforgotten.

You didn’t even know where Kylo could’ve gotten these roses from. They certainly didn’t grow on Starkiller Base. You laughed slightly at the thought of him ordering someone to fetch him flowers from a distant planet. Just the thought of him showing such outward affection was so odd.

In truth, you had forgiven him a few moments after you had stormed out of your bedroom. You realised that you might have overacted, especially when Kylo had meant no harm by his words.

But since he was away on a mission, you were using this time apart to your advantage. You hadn’t spoken to him since he left. No twice daily check-ins as was the usual when either of you were away. When the first bouquet of roses had arrived, you became curious to know how far he would go to show he was sorry.

You know it sounded terrible, but it had become so much fun. Besides, Kylo would back in a few days and you would talk it over with him then. This was harmless.

"General?” A knock at the door suddenly caught your attention.

“Come in,” you said as you watched the same Storm Trooper enter.

“General L/N, Captain Phasma ordered me to inform you that a Shuttle will be leaving in half an hour.”


“And she has requested you join her in the Hangar before then to give you enough time to board,” he finished.

You frowned, “To board? I have no trips scheduled in my itinerary.”

The room fell quiet as the Storm Trooper was at a loss for what to say to you. You smiled briefly, “That’ll be all thank you.”

Half an hour passed quickly and you soon found yourself sitting beside Phasma on board a First Order starship heading to only Maker knew where.

“Any idea what this is all about?” You asked, curious but also trying to start a conversation with the otherwise quiet Captain.

“All I know is that Commander Ren wanted me to escort you to this planet.”

“What planet?”

“I don’t know that it’s even been named,” she huffed, “From what I’ve heard it’s beautiful, but it’s entirely uninhabited.”

“Sounds like the perfect place to kill us both without anyone seeing,” you remarked, letting out a laugh.

“Perhaps not me, but we both know the Commander wouldn’t even think about harming you.”

You smiled, humming in agreement. So what was this all about?

When you landed and descended down the ramp, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer beauty of the planet.

It was sunset, and the green field that you had landed in was adorned with what looked like a million different flowers. Your eyes lit up at the sight of roses growing in front of you.

In the distance stood Kylo, two Storm Troopers standing on either side of him.

You went towards him, and soon as you were close enough, he dismissed his men and removed his helmet.

“Y/N?” He wasn’t surprised, rather he sounded cautious about how best to approach you.

“Hello, Kylo.”

“Did you… get the– the roses that I sent?”

“All four bouquets,” you responded nonchalantly. You almost felt bad for toying with him now.

He nodded, “I had them sent from this planet.”

“Where are we anyway?”

“This planet belongs to a region the First Order has just acquired. I was sent to confirm that the planet is uninhabited.”

“It’s too pretty for no one to live on it,” you observed.

Kylo’s expression lit up at that, “Do you like the planet?”

You nodded in response.

“Then it’s yours.”

You scoffed, “What do you mean it’s mine?”

“I’m giving it to you. As a reminder of how much I love you,” Kylo started, being particularly careful with how he spoke, “Not that I’m saying your love can be bought…” The last thing he needed was for you to get angry again.

You could tell he wasn’t finished, so you waited expectantly for him to continue.

“Look, I was wrong, Y/N. You do belong in the First Order, and I should never have told you otherwise. I’m so sorry, love.” The desperation in his voice told you that he needed you to forgive him.

Little did he know, you already had. “It’s fine– I think I agree with you anyway.”

Kylo frowned, “You don’t feel like you belong?” He hated the thought of you believing you had no place in the First Order, especially if it was him who had placed such ideas in your mind.

You shook your head, “Maybe I don’t belong in the First Order. Maybe, I am too… kind-hearted, as you put it. But it’s that part of me that couldn’t stay angry at you for longer than ten minutes,” you admitted.

“You know I didn’t mean for you to take offence to what I said, Y/N, I–”

“Let me finish,” you stopped him, taking your hand in his to let you know everything was alright, “Maybe being a First Order General isn’t for me. But then again, I’m not sure of anywhere I would rather be. Because living and working on Starkiller Base has taught me something important.”

“And what’s that?”

“It doesn’t matter where I am in the entire Galaxy, Kylo. If you are by my side, I’ll know that it’s where I belong.”

His eyes lit up at your words, instant relief washing over him as he embraced you.

“Then I promise to never stop making you feel like you belong, my darling.”

“And I promise not to storm off on you like that again,” you laughed, “Although… having you think I’m mad at you does seem to have it’s benefits. After all, I could get used to four bouquets and an entire planet to tell me your sorry,” you teased him.

“Well clearly my words aren’t the best way to tell you how I feel about you,” Kylo chuckled, “Maybe I’m just better at showing it. I never want you to feel out of place, not even for a minute. I would do anything to prove to you how much I love and care about you, Y/N. You know that, don’t you?”

“Hmm, well I do now,” you smiled, reaching up to press your lips to his.

INFJs: Do you guys feel like you don’t belong in this life? And I really want you to give this some thought… I’m on the fence on this. I have a few people in my life who understand me better than most..but i still feel an emptiness than nobody seems to understand me as much as most people would hope. Although I’m convinced I will always somewhat feel like an outsider, my sense of belonging tends to change in waves; I’ll go a good 2-3 months feeling great. Socializing, working, staying busy in school, and being somewhat optimistic about the future.

 But no matter how much things seem to be going well, I end up hitting a wall.  I draw back into this INFJ mindset where I look at the world and realize that I am really freaking different.  Different in personality, my automatic appearance of being aloof, my extreme empathy, always being misunderstood, social discomfort, and overall sense of mind is just completely different than most I’ve ever met in my life. Envisioning my future self living in a somewhat isolated area immersed in nature and generally away from people (loved ones around of course), makes me giddy with happiness. But who else thinks this way? I’d like to know… I mean I’ve felt extremely different my entire life. Part of this I realize is social anxiety (any of you suffer from this?), and the other is growing up as an old soul… Top that off by being INFJ and you’ve got yourself the perfect formula for feeling like you will never belong. I recall my 5 year-old self questioning if there was anyone else who thought like me and those thoughts are really coming full-circle like I’ve always imagined. I am, by no means, stating this for attention…I am definitely not one to intentionally draw any more attention to myself than necessary.  I’m just wondering if anyone else out there feels this way? I’m hoping I’m not the only one. 

Sometimes I hate being a Slytherin because it feels like everyone is a Slytherin and it just spoils it for me (that sounds so hipster but I just mean it made it less special if you know what I mean?) I’ve tried to move into other houses - even Gryffindor when I know I don’t/would never belong there - but I just don’t feel like I fit in. I feel like people are only choosing Slytherin to seem “cool”. All I can say is I wish I was kind enough to be a Hufflepuff, or smart enough to be a Ravenclaw

Never Again - Alec

Originally posted by strictlys

Request: heyyy i love ur writing and its ok if you’re having trouble with the spacing XD we all understand plus i love you so. yeah. And, i was wondering if you could write an angsty one with smut (if u write smut. its ok if u dont. and if u dont feel like it, its not necessary.) 

 Authors Note: I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy I know I take forever to write requests now, I’m just never super motivated to write anymore honestly. But, I was really feeling an angsty Alec imagine and this happened to be my first request 😏 as for the requester, yesss thank you for being understanding of my spacing and italics issue, I’ve got it figured out for the most part but it’s soooo frustrating, I usually have to post it completely smashed together then go back and add my spacing and italics, bolding, whatever, ah I’m rambling. Onto the imagine!

Warnings: crying, arguing/yelling whatever you want to name it, super angsty, happy ending though 

“I can’t believe you” you hissed as you stormed towards your room shaking your head, trying to hold yourself together. 

Keep reading

“Do I want kids?”

For @carryon-countdown: Moms. 


I’d like to just have one, I think.

One child will be enough, because it will be

my child.

They’ll have a silly middle name, like Scrum

or Snow.

You should always have a funny middle name,

it makes life more funny.

I’ll take them to the gardens, and they will

love the rosebuds as much as I do.

I will raise them to make the world a better place,

to fight for what is right.

I will teach them to dance, laugh,

and not take life too seriously.

They will have my hair and Davy’s nose and

they will never feel like they don’t belong.


Not as long as I am alive.


I never do things by halves.

I want at least five, and I want them now.

Martin doesn’t know it yet, but we will be

the best parents.

I will teach them to stand up for themselves,

they will be the most powerful thinkers.

They’ll chase after knowledge, and 

look out for their own.

Lucy’s child will be silly, I’m sure, so

my children will need to look after him.

I’ll have a theme, as far as names go.

It’s orderly that way.

I’ll name them all after cities, or perhaps 

they’ll have names that all start with P.


That sounds just perfect.


I will not have children as soon as I graduate.

I have things to do,

I have a school to run.

I have all the time in the world.


when I do,

I will do anything to keep them safe.

They will have Malcolm’s composure and my strength.

I will feel fire in my child’s magic.

Our heritage will be in the brown of their skin,

the line of their nose.

They will be a Pitch, through and through.

And, if I am not there to see them grow,

I hope they will find someone

to hang the moon for them.

I hope they will

carry on

carry on

carry on.

should 100% be doing something productive but is instead preoccupied thinking about steve being soft™ with his pals because tbh i always want steve to have more bros


[Because my dog is a self-proclaimed Sith Lord and her photo must be included everywhere.]

I’m a Latina shipper from the Washington, DC area. I’m also currently in college hoping to get my degree in biology to pursue a career in wildlife conservation - I REALLY LIKE fish. My close friends are also huge Star Wars junkies and I’ve slowly brain washed them into becoming fellow Reylo shippers.

If we’re being honest, Reylo was the ship that turned me from a passive consumer of Star Wars into a full-fledged fandom nerd. I had never made any leaps in fully discovering the Fandom until TFA, and only because after seeing the movie and getting some heavy Rey/Kylo (as well as Poe/Finn) undertones, that I needed to know I wasn’t insane. But most importantly - a need I haven’t felt in ages since joining a fandom like Percy Jackson - I also felt the desire to contribute. I had promised myself that after finishing a rather extensive multi-chap PJO fic that I would never write Fanfiction again, as no other Fandom would ever elicit that kind of inspiration (and borderline obsession) for the rest of my days. But with Reylo, it’s revived the spark and I’m excited to get back into doing what I love, which i think would have been impossible had I never fallen in love with this ship.

Hopefully soon I’ll be able to introduce my love-child story to the world but it’s currently taking its first creative steps. I have no fear though because Reylos are just so welcoming of new ideas and having as much creative work as possible. With this, I can say that I never have any trouble feeling like I belong.

You know what upsets me? The complete lack of Asian AUs in the HP fandom.

I’ve heard loads of black Hermione, Latino or Indian Harry, and I think they’re all great and lovely ideas, but I have not once heard of an Asian AU (Yes I do realize Indians are Asians but pls chill for a sec), and it makes me so sad because I feel like I’ll never have a place to belong. So bring in the Chinese Hermione or Korean Harry AUs. Please include us.

1217) i’m a bi woman who just??? feels v isolated from the lgbt community??? like i’ve never had many horrifying experiences beyond maybe people not understanding my sexuality and thinking it’s ‘weird’– i’ve never had the horrible experiences others have had. i’ve also never had a partner but. i always feel like i dont belong in these spaces. even now, i feel like people are going to think i’m whining about shit that doesn’t matter. maybe it doesn’t. it probably doesn’t. i feel horrible for people that have struggled. like even posting this is invalidating everyone else’s experiences, kind of? i feel like i don’t belong here. it’s very isolating for me. but it feels like something so miniscule compared to people who are literally dying every day for who they are. like i’m trying to martyr vs people who have actually suffered and i’m invading their space despite being bi. tbh i even feel like this place might laugh/mock my experiences and say i’m just whining which i probably am. im sorry for bothering all of you but i had to get this out somewhere.

As much as I hate to admit, i’m someone who needs constant validation from other people. I wish I had a strong sense of self but i’m always lost. I never feel like I belong and I can’t figure out my purpose in life. What I really need is for someone to come along and make me feel special. I wish someone was here to assure me that i’m not the waste of space I think I am.
—  Submitted by @mendedpieces

Also I feel like I’m never a part of anything. I never fit in. When I feel like I belong to a certain group of people, they repeatedly prove me otherwise. I know it’s not right to want to be a part of a certain group of people and stuff, but people gotta understand it’s hard as fuck to be alone all the time. To be left out. To be liked, but not loved. It’s not that I need people’s attention.. it’s just that I miss something, and I see that everyone else around me has that “something”.

she smiles like she doesn’t believe in tomorrow and I think maybe I feel the same
because the hatred seeping through my mother’s pores tells me that girls like us don’t have a tomorrow that’s even worth believing in
our tomorrow lies in coffins and slamming doors and churches that make us feel like love could never belong to us

I kiss her hard but it never takes away the knot in my stomach that has been there since I found a fragment of safety in a girl’s arms,
since I realized my love does not fit into the sermon at church or my mother’s daydreams

but my love does fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, in the soft kisses she leaves resting on my shoulder
and maybe we don’t believe in tomorrow
maybe we’ll never get out of here and maybe we won’t even last the night,
but we can believe in today

—  o.r.e. // we can hope