never wanted it to end

(( OOC: I think I’ve struggled more with Draco than any other character I’ve cosplayed. *sighs* He just never ends up looking how I want him to look. This latest version seems to be working a bit better though, maybe I’ll mess around with this look. What d’you guys think? ))

I am so done with this. *throws the pastel monster down*

all i’m saying is that brooklyn nine nine better get at least 15 seasons 


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Hobi: !!! HOLY SHIT – hey dude I gotta go – CALL YOU BACK LATER!!!!!!! *abruptly hangs up*


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I’m a feminist because...

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

Growing up, my parents would always tell me to be properly dressed around my brothers. Never mind that they were walking around in short boxer briefs, it was me who had to be presentable. I was the girl, after all.

In school, I was always taught that the way I dressed affected a boy’s education. I was taught that the slight peek of my shoulder was enough to get me sent to the head office. It was much too distracting, because after all, a boy’s education had to be more important than a girl’s. At least, that was what they were teaching me.

This is why I’m a feminist.

I’m a feminist because it is 2017, and when I talk about how unfair it is that a professional athlete gets to walk away from the accusation of raping a girl without a single ding to their career, I’m some sort of radical that needs to calm down. Because that poor girl’s life will never be the same, but said athlete’s career is perfectly intact.

I’m a feminist because my aunt says things like, “Oh, those feminists, they just need to shave their armpits and get over it.” Because somehow the grooming of my body hair has everything to do with the rights I’m fighting for.

I’m a feminist because people still think you must have a vagina to be considered a woman.

I’m a feminist because I am 20 years old, and when I tell people I’m not sure I want to have kids, they look at me like I just defied all womankind.

I’m a feminist because when mothers choose to work rather than stay at home with their children, they aren’t doing “enough.”

I’m a feminist because when fathers choose to stay at home with their children rather than work, they somehow aren’t as “manly.”

I’m a feminist because parents still won’t let their sons play with Barbies.

I’m a feminist because young boys are taught that crying is bad. Showing emotion is bad, better to bottle it up and never feel. If you cry, you’re a girl, and no one wants to be a girl.

I’m a feminist because when my family talks about the Women’s March that happened yesterday, they say things like, “What’s protesting going to change?” and “They’re honestly just wasting their time. Nobody’s going to listen to them.” Never mind that the country we are living in found its freedom through protesting—No Taxation Without Representation. But I suppose that’s okay. It was men protesting then.

I’m a feminist because when my aunt saw a picture of a man marching with women yesterday, she snorted and said, “What’s he doing there? Doesn’t he have something better to do?” Her seven year old son was sitting next to her.

I’m a feminist because a highly qualified politician lost the presidential election to a less than mediocre businessman who based his campaign on misogyny, racism, bigotry, and slander. Because this country would rather see an over privileged, racist, homophobic, white man, whose years of experience sums up to zero, in office rather than a woman whose qualifications are more than his will ever be. Because I somehow have to have years of experience before I can even get my first job, but Donald Trump can get sworn into office without a single day of political experience.

I’m a feminist because the President of the United States speaks vilely of women and all minorities, and I’m the terrible one for disliking him.

I’m a feminist because I get made fun of for being a feminist.

I’m a feminist because I want the next generation of girls to live in a better world than mine.

I’m a feminist for these reasons and so many others.

I’m a feminist because everyone should be.

i. he won’t stay. the boy who tastes of cigarettes and whiskey won’t love you. he will take your heart and he will take her heart and he will leave you both shattered on the floor. the boy with long eyelashes and chapped lips will not love you. he will trip backwards upstairs trying to impress you and he will give you promises of strawberry ice cream and hand-woven dreamcatchers and true love and he will break all of them. he will not love you.

ii. he won’t stay. the boy with the bright hair and loud voice won’t love you. he will terrify you, arriving like a hurricanesweeping you up, tossing you around and he will call it love. he will write lovely words that will fill your heart, but his words will not be for you. the boy with soft sweaters and warm hands will not love you. he will tell you beautiful, honey-coated lies and he will make winter feel like summer and on Christmas, he will leave you for another in a town 300 miles away. he will not love you.

iii. you won’t stay. the boy with a sweet smile and gentle words will love you. he will hold your hand and he will hold your body, but he will not hold your heart. he will introduce you to his family and his friends and tell you his story and he will plan for the future. the boy with summer eyes and wild ideas will love you. he will give you first dates and chocolates and flowers and he will teach you to dance, slowly and softly, and he will give you the world you do not want. you will not love him.

iv. you will want to stay. the boy with dimples and never-ending eyes will try to love you. he will not make promises, he will not give you flowery words, but he will give you laughter and a warmth unlike any other. he will slowly fill you, he will take over your thoughts and he will teach you about God and you will meet his brother and he will tell his sister about you. the boy with sun-kissed skin and a blazing soul will try to love you. he will ask to read your poems and you will give him your art and he will meet your friends and give you a nickname and he will try. he will try. you will ruin his love.

-titled, “how to become your demons” by e.b.

I hope you like it, @mysticmessbutwhocares !!