oh jessi

anonymous asked:

$100 that the "very nice lady" was Jessie Martin! Oh and she was in the pap pics of Louis at Sony too!! So how long till we see Oli in the back of stalker pics of Louis and Eleanor in Jamaica?

I’m not taking that bet, it’s a sure thing!  Both are. There’s no question in my mind that Oli is with them, none at all :)

Mutuals

▪ I promised I’d try to be more social so, I figured this was the best way to do it- through music. So.. like/reblog, that jazz, and I’ll have a message your way.
Just, excuse my awkward af personality.

▪ GOT7
▪ NCT
▪ History [ I have no Storia friends (’: ]
▪ BTS
▪ Seventeen
▪ Astro
▪ Winner
▪ iKON
▪ Topp Dogg [ Yeah, they still exist. ]
▪ Super Junior
▪ Infinite
▪ VIXX
▪ Boyfriend [ Psst, so do they ]
▪ B.A.P
▪ FT.Island
▪ Hyuk Oh
▪ AKMU
▪ Zion. T
▪ Jessi
▪ Dean
▪ AOMG in general
▪ Dreamcatcher
▪ AOA
▪ E.X.I.D
▪ Miss A
▪ JIA
▪ G-Friend
▪ Oh My Girl
▪ CLC
▪ BlackPink
▪ G2
▪ Giriboy
▪ Mad Clown
▪ Monsta X
▪ Jessica Jung [ My Q u e e n ]
▪ Tiger JK
▪ Gil
▪ Red Velvet
▪ Mamamoo
▪ Ga In
▪ Twice
▪ HEIZE [ MY GODDESS ]
▪ I feel like I’m forgetting people Dx But, here’s a good amount. I’ll probably add more if they come to mind.

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Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Girl groups and female artists are beautiful and talented.
Got it? Pass it on.

Style (pt 1)

Will Herondale has updated his status:

I got that dark hair, blue eyes, sleek jaw-line
And that Heron-dale thing that you like
And when I go crashing down
I come right back up
Cuz I never go out of style
Out of style

67 people like this

Comments:

Tessa Gray: Did you just…

Sophie Collins: Change the lyrics of style?

Jessie Lovelace: Did you just write a love letter to yourself?

Will Herondale: You bet I did ;)

Jessie Lovelace: Oh god Will stop flirting with me.

Gabriel Lightwood: Haha Will is a Swiftie, boo hoo

Cecily Herondale: *smacks Gabriel* Stop being such a child

Will Herondale: *scoffs* Of course Im not *hides taylor swift posters*

Jem Carstairs: you like Taylor Swift?

Will Herondale: So do you

Jem Carstairs: I do?

My “coming” out story

     “How did you come out to your family?” is another frequent question I receive from a lot of people. I am proud to say that I am finally finished running from that question, and I feel mentally strong enough to share my past. This was extremely hard to write, and a lot of it I have not shared with anyone, so be gentle. Let’s start out with the background of this story:

     I grew up in a VERY conservative home. My family consists of a long line of Southern Baptists and Southern Baptist preachers, and are very openly opposed to anything that could even slightly be considered “left”. When I was in high school and going through puberty (late bloomer, I know), I knew I was different. I found myself attracted to girls, and not fitting the social norms at all. I played three sports and was extremely involved in the school, and people just wrote my strangeness off as “oh that’s just Jessie”. 

     I didn’t think too much on it and it never really bothered me until around my Junior year. That’s when I started getting teased and called “dyke” and people were constantly asking me and my close friends if I was a lesbian. I had never dated a girl, but had been in love with a few (they had no idea), so I was terrified that everyone was seeing right through me. I got really freaked out since most of my family worked at the school, and I didn’t want them to believe I was different. So I started dating a lot of guys. A lot. I think I dated about 30 guys in the span of my Junior year. How’d I do it? I would date them for about two days to two weeks (it was a glorious time of doing dude stuff), and then they’d try to move to the next step, and I’d freak out and break up with them. Now here’s where I want to sue Easy A for stealing my life: I would make deals with them that they could say they took the elusive Jessie Barrett’s virginity as long as they didn’t tell anybody what I wouldn’t actually do. (I never thought of getting gift cards though, so my loss)

     It wasn’t long before the lesbian rumors stopped and instead everyone was always whispering about my mysterious sex life, because not all of these guys could have taken my virginity, so what was really going on? It was an entertaining last two years of high school. But then college came. It was my sophomore year of college at the University of North Georgia (still in my hometown) which is a Senior Military College, and I was a part of the Corps of Cadets and contracted in the ROTC program. I had a very bright future ahead of me in the military since I was one of the top “female” cadets at UNG. I had just gotten back from LTC (Leader’s Training Course) in Fort Knox, Kentucky, where I graduated high in my class. I learned more at LTC about myself than I ever imagined possible.

     I made a very good friend at LTC, and she will never know how much she actually changed my life. She was openly gay, and the coolest person I had ever met. People were just drawn to her like they are to Ellen Degeneres. She wasn’t a freak or weird, or an outcast. I had never left home before, and LTC was my first time meeting people not from the rural south, and we quickly became friends. She doesn’t know this, but she changed my views on everything and gave me the strength and courage to begin my transition to who I knew deep down I really was. I struggled a lot at North Georgia, though. I started dating the love of my life, and tried to keep it a secret. My dysphoria started to overtake me. Especially since we wore uniforms every day, and other than my ACU’s, my dress blues and Class B’s were female. 

     I became extremely depressed. I started skipping PT, school events, and classes. I wouldn’t leave my room in the barracks, because I didn’t want to get dressed. I stopped talking so I didn’t have to hear my awful voice. I finally decided the only way to end my pain was to take my life. If I did that, I would save everyone. My parents wouldn’t have to be embarrassed or hurt by having a freak as a child. My girlfriend could move on to someone better than a guy who wasn’t even really a guy. My friends would find new friends. Problem solved. Allie changed everything. 

       She told my aunt who worked at the school that she was worried. Long story short, my family intervened and took me to get help. I went to a psychiatric facility for a while, and then got discharged to go to counseling once a week for over a year. But I never told anyone what was wrong with me. I got discharged from my military contract due to “stress and anxiety”, but it was so much more. The guilt of constantly lying to my family, friends, and loved ones was eating me alive. After about a year, I finally told them that I was transgender. It went about how I expected, only worse. I was kicked out with no money and was treated like I died. Every few days I would get text messages asking why I did this to them, how they didn’t raise a freak, how I was destined for hell, and how I wasn’t welcome anymore.

      My family was everything to me. I found myself homeless and alone, but I refused to give up again. I stayed with Allie while I found a full-time job and tried to get on my feet. Unfortunately, my parents also sent me all of the bills I had never had to pay before. My phone, car insurance, car payment, etc. I lost Allie a lot of her friends, and I still haven’t forgiven myself for that. They didn’t agree with me, or us, or what I “did”. I was constantly at Allie’s because I had nowhere to go, but her roommate (who was also her best friend and twin in her sorority) didn’t know that. They eventually clashed and lost their friendship, which I also still haven’t forgiven myself for. I finally found a good job and moved into my own apartment. I went back to school. I lived. 

    It’s been almost three years since then, and time does heal a lot. My mom and I have a good relationship (it’s not like it was, but still good). My dad speaks to me, but barely. My granny and I are better than ever. I went to my first Christmas since all of this happened this year, and it wasn’t bad. I’ve lost a lot of the family ties I once had, but I’ve gained more family from strangers than I ever had from blood. I’ll be graduating from college in August, which is something I never thought I’d get to do after all of this. I started Testosterone, cut my hair, and am saving for top surgery. So even if your coming out goes disastrously, don’t give up. The healing process is awful. It hurts. It’s devastating. But once you get past it, life is pretty great.