or you can just like or reblog even though you're not going to use it

anonymous asked:

so basically according to you it'd be ok for me, a lesbian, to run a blog called "the bisexual experience" despite not being bisexual, or what about "the-trans-label" as a cis person? the word lesbian is a word for women who are EXCLUSIVELY attracted to other women. i don't see why you can't just change your url if you want to reblog straight porn. it continues the society wide idea that lesbians all secretly like men too. even though you're not a lesbian, your blog is called that.

I’m getting really angry now. This is ridiculous. I’ve been dating girls and sleeping with girls exclusively since I was 14, not that I need to justify my ‘qualifiations’ for the URL I have. I’ve explained so many times why my blog is called the lesbian label and how it isn’t meant to be reflective of me but more a reflection of the labels people impose upon us. Like you are with me right now.
And also, can I just say that just because someone reblogs something doesn’t mean they are that. Just because I reblog something straight doesn’t mean I’m straight or that I want that. It means I appreciate that post for what it is and I’m reblogging it. Because i like women doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate other kinds of love. It also doesn’t mean I want that for myself, I can appreciate someone or something without wanting it. stop reading into everything I post and criticising me for it.
I have no desire to be with a boy, none at all. The only reason I don’t like defining myself as a lesbian is because at the end of the day I think we fall for who we fall for and I dont know what the future holds.And whether I was strictly 100% lesbian and only ever would consider being with a female or not, doesn’t change the fact I can still appreciate and reblog things that include males. For fuck sake, being a part of the queer community is all about inclusivity and open mindedness, not condemning people because they don’t fit the mould you want them to. There are different ways to be gay, none of them are any less valid than the other. There are different types of gay, none any less valid than the other. Yes I know what the word lesbian means but it’s not exactly like I’m promoting the hetrosexual agenda on my blog, almost everything I post is gay! I reblog pictures and art, some that are straight and that doesn’t change the validity of my sexual orientation or make me less gay because not all my posts are exclusively girl and girl. It just means I like the post. I’m not changing my URL because the word lesbian is in it. If you listen to me and how I made my URL you’d know why it is what it is. my whole life is about girls, I’m perfectly justified in naming it that. It’s a part of me, a part of how I came out, a part of how I found an escape on a website that for the most part (with the exception of messages like this) is about supporting and celebrating the differences in us and educating each other, building each other up, connecting through art across borders of all kinds, because at the end of the day we are all human beings worthy of love and respect.
Just because I’m gay in a different way to you and just because you might identify as a lesbian and for you that means all straight posts are gross and unworthy of being on your blog, doesn’t make me less gay. Sometimes posting something doesn’t mean I want that for me, it can be about objective appreciation. I’m honestly really sorry if I have offended anyone or you don’t get it or get what I’m saying. But please try to, please think about it for a moment. Please try to understand instead of criticise. And if you can’t understand what I’m saying then ok, you can either unfollow me cause that’s fine or just try to accept the fact that not everyone is going to feel the same way you do about porn, art, sexuality, life, etc so just shut up and respect it.

anonymous asked:

I'm really sad about something I don't understand and was hoping you could explain. Why do people block without giving a reason to? I don't why it first seems like it's all going so well then the next you're blocked and you don't know why or what you did or said wrong? It's happened twice now and to say it hurts is an understatement.

Oh, my precious Kabby babies.  Circle up, it’s time for some firm but gentle life advice from Mom. 

First of all, unless I personally am the person who blocked you (which I’m obviously not since we’re having this conversation!), in a very real sense the short answer to this question is that you know I can’t actually answer this question.  You’re asking me to tell you why a person I don’t know did a thing for which I have no context, and for which there could be a thousand reasons. So in a concrete, specific sense, my answer is: I do not know.


(You knew there was going to be a however.)

Social media is a deeply personal avenue for self-expression and it’s also a world where many of us spend a great deal of our time, which means that we have the full and free right to customize it into exactly what we want it to be.  The things that you post are personal reflections of you, which is  why it bums you out when someone mutes or blocks or doesn’t follow back; it feels on some level like a personal rejection.  But the space you curate is also a personal reflection of you.  You have the right to post anything you want and other people have the right to choose not to see it.  Both of those rights are equal, even though you’re only on one side so naturally the other one feels like it’s in some way “wrong.”  

I’m speaking with zero context for what your preexisting relationship with these people was beforehand (like obviously if it was a close friend and they blocked you out of nowhere, you’re going to have to sort that out with them directly, I can’t advise you there), but it’s important to remember that there may be no “right” and wrong” in this scenario.  It’s fully possible for both of these things to peacefully coexist at the same time:

1) your absolute right to feel a little bit rejected and hurt that a stranger on the internet made the choice that they didn’t want your social media sphere to overlap with their social media sphere,


2) that other person’s absolute right to say “if something or someone makes me feel even the tiniest bit ‘nope’ I am purging it out of this space so it is exactly what I want and need it to be.” 

They don’t need to have a reason.  That sucks, when you’re on the receiving end of it, which all of us have been - it truly and genuinely sucks - but it’s also reality.  One of the hard truths that incidents like this make us sometimes have to face - and we don’t want to face these things, because they can feel really icky and vulnerable and ping all the little gremlins in our brain  - is this:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

This sounds mean and brutal, and I don’t mean it to be, because you know mom loves you, but it’s incredibly important, so I’m going to say it again to make sure that if nothing else, this gets through:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

The celebs you stan don’t owe you a response to your tweet, just because you want one.  The people you tag in meta don’t owe you reblogging it to continue having that conversation with you forever, just because you want to prove you’re right.  The fans of the fic you write for your most popular ship don’t owe you crossing over to give you hits on your rare-pair fic if they don’t feel like it.  Nobody owes you a certain number of followers, nobody owes you a response to every anon you send them, nobody owes you finishing that fic you like in time for them to read it when they feel like reading it.  We owe each other one thing and one thing only: basic human decency.  That’s it.  Everything else is freely offered to the world, and freely taken by the people who want it.  It’s not a transactional exchange.  If you make art or write fic and you put it out there into the world, you’ve done a cool thing, and whether it gets ten hits or thousands it was still worth doing.  There will be people who aren’t interested, but if you get hung up on feeling rejected by that, it will paralyze you.

Social media is personal. That’s unavoidable.  It’s an extension of ourselves.  When someone is cruel to you or to one of your friends on the internet, even if it’s an anonymous stranger, it feels shitty.  When you express an opinion about something and a ton of people reblog it and the tags are full of “OMG YES THISSSSS”, it feels great.  We all experience that in different ways.  Society has always selected arbitrary measures for young girls and women to live up to in order to feel like they’re popular or they’re approved by the cool kids, and right now it’s things like “how many followers do you have” and “did you get an RT from a celebrity” and “how many likes on your posts”.  So on a primal level, maybe having someone you thought was a friend block you on Twitter or Tumblr hits you in the same deep core place as having the cool kids not come to your birthday party.  That feeling is super real!  It brings up alllllll that deep stuff we try to hide and pretend that we’re above experiencing, but we all have those squishy vulnerable inner selves that just need the cool kids to like us and we feel bad when they don’t.  

I had this exact conversation with my therapist a few weeks ago when she was giving me a hard time because my book has 60 reviews on Amazon, of which like the majority are 5 stars with two negative ones, and I have both the negative ones like memorized.  And she was like “CLAIRE.  WHAT THE HELL.  WHY DO YOU DO THIS?  58 POSITIVE AND YOU CANNOT QUOTE A SINGLE ONE.  TWO SHITTY ONES AND YOU KNOW THEM VERBATIM.  THAT IS NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR.”  And I was like “… . okay fine when you put it that way, yes I do sound like a crazy person.”  So like my advice to you – advice which I have just proven I am absolute garbage at taking myself, so like I may have just eroded my own credibility in my efforts to help – is to remember that you probably have a lot more than two followers so honestly this is probably not a bad collective ratio, and there may be lots of people who are very interested in what you have to say but you’ve focused a lot of your energy on these two people and it’s worth giving some thought as to why that is.

My question for you is this: what is the net negative impact of having these two people block you on social media? Like in an actual, concrete way, separate from those sort of core gut “I feel unloved in this moment” feelings, what is the effect on your life?  You might be surprised.  It might be zero.  In which case, let yourself feel those feelings, experience them as valid, and then breathe through them and move on and keep on doin’ you. 

I’m pushing back on you a little bit here very gently because it feels, reading this anon, like you’ve made a determination of hurtful intent on the part of the person who blocked you, or at the very least a certainty that this choice that made was about you and not about them.  That the fact that things seemed to be going fine and then they blocked you means you were somehow intentionally misled or mistreated.  Be really, really, really careful about deciding the cool girl didn’t come to your birthday party because she’s a bitch who wanted to make you feel terrible and is sitting somewhere cackling at the thought of your sad lil’ face waiting by the front door; maybe she didn’t come to your birthday party because she has depression and it’s hard for her to leave the house sometimes and she knew your party would be loud and wild and crazy and too much for her brain to handle right now. Be careful about presuming negative intent with no proof it exists.  The internet makes this so easy, the internet conditions us for this, and it conditions us to respond in kind. The worst thing you could do here is to, like, make a callout post or subtweet in the hopes that it will get back to them and they’ll feel bad, or to sic your other followers onto them, because that turns this into a situation that really does have a right and wrong; and since you don’t know if they were trying to make you feel shitty, or just went on a big block/mute purge to whittle their list down for mental health reasons that are totally their own, once things escalate you can’t put the horse back in the barn. It’s too late.  Now it’s A Thing, when maybe it never really needed to be A Thing.  And in almost all situations for almost all people in almost all ways, Kabby Mom’s advice is going to be, “please think carefully before you make this A Thing.”

This got long, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately about the conversations I’m always having with fandom folks the way we let social media permeate and shape our sense of self, in good ways and bad, so I apologize for my verbosity but also not really because that’s how things roll over in Kabby Mom’s Advice Corner.  But I will sum up in bullet points for those of you who have been skimming, to bring you up to speed:

  1. Everyone has the right to curate their own social media space however they see fit, and they don’t have to explain their reasons.
  2. They aren’t obligated to include you in that space even if you want them to.
  3. None of that is an objective measure of your worth as a person or a sign that you should stop being you on the internet.
  4. Your feelings of rejection come from a real place and you get to feel them, as long as
  5. You are striving to move through them without permitting them to paralyze you, and finally
  6. You never use someone else’s choice to curate their social media sphere as a justification for treating them like crap.

Focus on your positive interactions instead of negative ones – your friends, creating stuff and putting it out into the universe – whether it be art, fic, opinions, a podcast, gifsets, crackposts, whatever – and your social media world will be a better place.

In the immortal words of the great Michael J. Fox, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”

anonymous asked:

Nalu 19?? (I don't know if you're doing it, but I saw the reblog so...)

19. Take one article of someone’s clothing off with your mouth NALU (Dirty Jenga)

Rated M because it’s NSFW.

Natsu grinned as he jumped up to Lucy’s window. He gave it a little tug, seeing she left it unlocked. If she wasn’t living on the second floor, he would have told her she should lock it, but her neighborhood seemed pretty safe for the most part.

Besides, the only one breaking into her apartment was him, even though she gave him a spare key months ago. He preferred this method.

He hopped into her apartment, taking a deep breath to see if she was home. His eyes slid shut as her scent surrounded him, the comforting smell relaxing him. No matter how many times he smelled her, it was always welcomed.

“Lucy!” he called out, heading to the kitchen to see if she was there. He looked around, frowning when he didn’t see her. ‘I can smell her… So she has to be here.’

Natsu’s eyes fell down to a piece of paper on her coffee table when he went to her living room, frown deepening when he saw it was addressed to him. She must have just left.

Natsu, I went to buy some supplies for tonight. Figured you’d stop by. I can’t wait for tonight! It’s going to be a special day! Love, Lucy.

His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out why tonight was going to be special. It wasn’t their anniversary. That wasn’t for a few more months. It wasn’t either of their birthdays. ‘What does she mean by special?’ To his knowledge, they hadn’t even planned for a date tonight.

He quickly scribbled a reply, saying he would be at the guild when she got back. He didn’t want to wait around in her apartment all day by himself when he could be at Fairy Tail. His fists were itching for a fight. He could figure out Lucy’s weird message later.

Lucy hummed as she headed to the guild. It took her a moment to walk normally, her hips swaying a bit more to compensate for the odd feeling around her core. She had read something interesting in one of her erotic books and thought it would be fun to try with Natsu. Fortunately for her, Magnolia had a sex shop hidden in town, filled with all sorts of goodies.


When Lucy stepped into the guild, she had no troubles finding her rambunctious boyfriend. He was grappling with Gray, neither giving up the fight. She stepped past them, her scent carrying in the air towards Natsu’s nose.

One sniff was enough for him to let go of Gray and jump up, leaving a confused ice mage behind in favor of finding Lucy. She was standing at the bar, ordering a drink.

“Hey ya Luce!” Natsu started, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before pulling her in for a hug. He pressed his nose against the crook of her neck, her scent flooding him.

When he leaned back, a lazy grin was forming on his face. “Did'ju get my message?”

She nodded, turning away from him for a moment to accept her drink from Mira before looking back. “Yup. I was wondering if you wanted to go back to my place? I have a surprise.”

Natsu’s features lit up. “A surprise? What is it?”

She shook her head, giggling. “I’m not going to tell you! You have to come over to see.”

“Can you give me a hint?” he asked, using his powerful nose to sniff the air around her. If she touched the surprise earlier, there was a chance he could figure it out now by smelling it on her.

“Nope. I told you, you have to- What are you doing?” Lucy asked, watching as he grabbed both of her hands to sniff.

“You smell like candy,” he mumbled, moving to sniff at her arms before he started going lower.

Lucy’s eyes widened as she jerked away, but it was too late. That sharp look in his eyes told her he knew something was up, though the furrow in his brows suggested he didn’t know exactly what.

“Lucy,” he started, standing up to step closer to her. “Why does your crotch smell like candy?”

Lucy flushed, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one heard him. Her breath hitched when she saw Mira smiling behind the bar, her shoulders shaking from a suppressed giggle. ‘Damn it! Stupid dragon slayer nose!’

She grabbed his hand, pulling him around the corner so they could have some privacy in the hall. She didn’t want others knowing what was going on. It was bad enough the she-devil caught what he said.


“I,” she paused, not knowing what to say. “I was going to try to surprise you tonight.”

She looked both ways, making sure the coast was clear before lifting part of her skirt, revealing a string of rainbow candies going around her hip.

“What is that?” Natsu asked, kneeling down so he could get a better look. “Is that the candy I smelled?”

She nodded, letting go of the end of her skirt so it would fall, only to raise a brow when Natsu flipped it back up. “Why do you have candy on your-” he stopped, lifting more of her skirt to find out it covered her private area, just like-

“Is this edible underwear?” Natsu asked, a grin coming to his face. He looked up at Lucy, seeing her nod, cheeks burning with a blush. “For me?”

She nodded again, teeth catching her bottom lip before abusing the flesh. “I… I thought it would be a nice surprise. You like food, so I thought we could have some fun with it.”

Natsu’s heart warmed. “That’s really cool of you,” he said, turning back to her candy underwear. “That looks like the candy necklaces I used to eat when I was younger.”

Lucy nodded, her blush spreading as she admitted, “It tastes the same, too…”

Natsu’s green eyes brightened, not thinking twice as he leaned in, dragging his hot tongue against the panties. His tongue brushed the candy against her clit. It was engorged after having it rub against the panties for the better part of an hour.

A soft sigh fell from her lips, sending a wave of heat through Natsu’s body. If she reacted like that to a simple lick, what would she do if-

Lucy moaned when Natsu pressed his mouth against the panties, over her sensitive bundle of nerves. He licked at the same spot, tasting candy and hearing Lucy trying to hold back her whimpers. He hoped she was keeping an eye out to make sure no one could see them, because his attention was elsewhere.

“Tastes pretty good,” Natsu mumbled, his hot tongue traveling from the bottom to top, lingering on the waistband for a few seconds before breaking away. “But not as good as you taste.”

Natsu’s teeth caught the waistband as he started jerking it down, wanting to sample her arousal. The more he tugged, the more that sweet scent filled the air around him. He wanted to taste, to suck, to eat all of her. He knew Lucy loved when he devoured her.

Lucy was ready to let him do just that, but unfortunately for them, Natsu’s teeth were sharp and the string holding the candy panties together wasn’t that strong. One small nick to the string was all it took for the thing to start unraveling, small pieces of candy falling around them as the strings fell off her body.

Lucy didn’t think she could flush anymore, but she was wrong. Natsu jerked away, the sound bringing him out of his daze as he looked at the mess he made. He was just about to ask Lucy if that was his fault, but his voice caught in his throat when he heard Mira say, “What was that?”

Before either of them could say anything, Natsu was grabbing Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder to get the fuck out of there. He didn’t care that Lucy was now going commando or that he had a boner in his shorts. They needed to leave before the guild’s gossip queen caught wind of what they were doing.

“Great surprise,” Natsu laughed as he burst through the back doors, hand quickly moving to cover Lucy’s skirt so her ass wouldn’t be on display, not that anyone would see. People usually didn’t hang out behind the guild.

“Where are you taking me?” Lucy asked, voice a mix of concern and laughter, happy they didn’t get caught back there. She felt bad someone would have to clean up the mess, but it wasn’t worth going back and letting everyone know what happened.

Hopefully, no one would try to eat the candy. Lucy’s face scrunched up from the thought alone. It fell on the floor, so she figured it was too dirty to put in someone’s mouth anyway.

“Back to my house!” Natsu finally answered her, running towards the forest. Before she could ask why, he yelled, “Gotta finish what I started!”

Lucy giggled, hands clutching at his back to hold on, not that she thought he might drop her. His strong arms never let her down. She wished the panties would have lasted longer, but she guessed things worked out pretty well in the end.

Though, she would have liked to eat a few more pieces of candy too. She could always go back to the sex shop for more… after Natsu finished the job, of course.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a ushijima imagine where you are also a highly successful volleyball player and you're both team captains so in school, teachers talk to you both about developments about volley and such. So you eventually fall for each other but no one can believe it because you're both just so focused on volley? Haha I don't know if it makes sense but thank you :) (if it helps for some reason I have long dark brown hair, brown eyes and I'm 180cm tall) <3

Sorry for not posting, I spent time to myself for a bit because I don’t like forcing myself to write! 

When you reblog my posts, maybe add a tag or write something for me? I always check when people reblog because I like seeing what people think of my work. 

Even though my request box is closed, I’m always open for random questions or anything to chat about :^)

His name is Ushijima Wakatoshi, captain of the boy’s volleyball team. Tall, handsome and great at volleyball - with a bonus muscle.

The two of you would interact a bit, considering you were the captain of the girl’s volleyball team. Club captains would meet now and then, and you would always find Ushijima and sit with him.

“Could I sit here?” You asked, pointing to the empty seat beside him. “Go ahead,” Nodding, you sat beside him and looked at all the other captains of the clubs: swimming, boxing, baseball, soccer and much more.

“So, how are the boys? You know, on the team?” You always initiated conversations first because he never would, but at least he replies, “They’re doing what they’re supposed to. How is your team as well?”

“They’re fantastic! We’re looking like we could go to nationals, hopefully, we both will make it,” You answer with a smile as Ushijima nods his head at you. Even with small conversations like this, you enjoyed them.

The coaches on the boy’s and girl’s teams would time to time put the two groups together for a mixed practice, leaving you and Ushijima to get every player ready for the bigger practices.

“(Name)-san! You looked so cool talking with the boy’s captain!” A first year cried as you walked over to the team. A small smile approached your lips as, “How so?”

“It seemed like the two of you were a couple! It looked so natural between the two of you, and even better you both like volleyball!” Another girl chirps as you let out a small chuckle. “I guess you can put it that way..”


Practice was over and you saw Ushijima picking up some volleyballs that were left on the gym floor, he was always the last one out because he always kept things in order. “Great practice today Ushijima-kun! I’m always looking forward to mix practices, It’s always a good way for the first years to practice.”

“You as well,” His low voice compliments as your lips curve into a big smile. “Ushijima-kun?” Standing up straight, he turns to face you and hums, “I like you.”

His olive eyes stare deep into your own, it was hard to see what he was thinking, but he took a step towards you and relaxed, “I like you too.” Watching your cheerful expression brought him joy, a small smile on his lips.

Once you broke the news to the teams about the relationship between the two of you, they thought it was a joke. More of the boy’s team than the girls. “How did this come to be?” Someone asked curiously, Ushijima looked at you for the answer and you gave him a small smile, “Volleyball I guess, it brought us together.”

“Aww, how romantic!~” The girls cooed and awed as the boys still tried to put pieces together, but either way, it was a refreshing sight to see Ushijima with the one he loves.

galactaablazingg  asked:

Oh uh, if you're still doing sleeping asks, promnis? (Sorry I reblogged this and forgot the cardinal rule of sending an ask when you reblog an ask game) Thanks!

This is not a pairing that feels necessarily natural to my mind, but still, whenever I see Promnis art, I go all gooey inside, so I channelled my best inner gooeyness and came up with this. I hope you like it. Also I had no idea about that rule, but then again, I’m relatively new to Tumblr, so (as my disclaimer says on my page) I may blow myself up trying to respond to things. Thanks for educating me :D

Who is a night owl: Ignis likes to go to bed early but rarely gets the chance. Prompto keeps himself awake because of his anxiety. He’ll play King’s Knight under the covers until 2 or 3 in the morning, or he’ll lie there with his thoughts buzzing round his head until Ignis rolls over and pulls him close for a hug. He always knows when Prompto’s feeling awful, and he takes extra care to make sure he knows he’s loved and valued and wanted for who he is, and beautiful too.

Who is a morning person: Prompto. He’s used to it from running, but he’s a total fidget-box. He can’t sit still, and even at the weekends, he’s out and running around the apartment like a little rabbit. Ignis sits up in bed and smiles gratefully as the blond brings him an ebony, not an espresso like during the week, but a really big, decadent mug of black coffee which Prompto really has to concentrate on to bring him without spilling.

Are they cuddlers: Prompto loves cuddles, and Ignis is only too happy to oblige. He is forbidden from touching Prompto’s beautiful hair though when it’s been styled, and will receive a hearty whine of complaint if he does. When it’s unstyled and soft though, it’s fair game. Prompto is the only one who knows that Ignis melts when his feet are rubbed. Perhaps because he’s standing on them all day, running errands for Noctis and the king and anyone else who needs his help (which is everybody) but his feet, particularly his ankles, are often sore. It’s not cuddling, but Prompto gives him all the love he can in any way he can to make sure Iggy knows that he’s appreciated and loved too. They both spend so much time giving of themselves to other people that they forget or neglect to take care of themselves. It becomes the mission of each of them to take care of the other. Much fluff. Very adorable.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: It varies. Prompto likes to lie draped over Ignis’ back, but he’s such a fidget that Ignis will often roll over and clamp him down, stroking his hair until he’s relaxed enough to sleep.

What is their favourite sleeping position: Prompto curls himself up into a ball most of the time, but he’s not above sprawling out all over Ignis if it’s warm and he’s lost track of his limbs in the heat. Ignis usually sleeps on his back but will happily wrap his tall body around Prompto to keep him warm and safe.

Who steals all the blankets: Prompto. Total fidget. Wriggles, squirms, and whisks himself up into a bundled knot of bedding that even Ignis can’t untangle it.

What they wear to bed: chocobo pyjamas, pale blue with yellow chocobos on. His other set is yellow with black chocobos on. Ignis wears something really comfortable, like silk pj’s.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Ignis feels protective of Prompto, and that extends to the excitable blond borrowing his (small) collection of t-shirts when he’s run out or forgotten to put a wash on. The best thing though was when Prompto had no shirt to wear to a fancy dinner at the palace and had to borrow Ignis’. It was too big, but they made it work, and when they got back, Ignis found it very hard to concentrate on anything, even breathing, when he saw Prompto in the bathroom, innocently brushing his teeth and humming the chocobo song, wearing just the shirt, all untucked and loose now.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Prompto. He’s nervous and anxious, and it manifests itself in horrible dreams. He whimpers and twitches in his sleep, which wakes Ignis, and Prompto wakes up with a horrible scream, thrashing and lashing out at Ignis until he realises who’s there, and he curls up in tears in his lap. Ignis holds him and waits for him to calm down and stop shivering.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Prompto punched Ignis. He didn’t mean to and was mortified when he did, but he was thrashing around and caught Ignis somewhere extremely painful. It was the only time he’s ever heard Ignis swear. Ignis, of course, forgave him, but his eyes still watered and he walked funny for most of the morning.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: Prompto. He’s young and in love and more than slightly in awe of the fact that Ignis likes him. Ignis fondly reciprocates, but if Prompto ever tries anything in the kitchen, he gets a smack on the backside with a wooden spoon and gets sent packing. No sexy times in the kitchen. It’s one of Ignis’ big rules.

“Running Away”

A fic I’ve had on the backburner for a long time ever since @thickerthanectoplasm destroyed me with clone angst. 

Valerie doesn’t know how long she lays in bed waiting for her alarm to go off. She didn’t know how much sleep she’d gotten, if any. Last night she’d gotten back from hunting -alone- spoke maybe three words to her dad and locked her door before falling into bed and stayed there until she had to slap her alarm quiet before it could let out a second blare.

Going through the morning routine helped. First she showers with the apartment’s lukewarm water, brushes her hair and teeth, stands in front of her closed closet before deciding to pick out an outfit from her dresser, instead. Breakfast is cereal she eats maybe three entire bites from, then she goes to the roof and suits up so she can ride her glider above the commuters circulating sluggishly through the streets on her way to school.

Danny isn’t in Homeroom. Tucker dutifully raises his hand and explains that he was “really sick” to Lancer, who shakes his head while marking his clipboard.

For the rest of class, Valerie ignores the itch on the back of her neck where Manson is glaring three seats behind her.

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worldclasssmartass  asked:

You're right Denny's. But... There's something you don't know. I love you, okay? I really do. But after I read what you said- that we could never work out- I did something I will forever regret. Also, I saw that you had not followed me back (*ahem* please get to that aspect of your life) Denny's... I went to McDonalds. I'm sorry. I cheated. I had a chocolate milkshake and fries but I assure you- yours are so much better! I'm so sorry. Even though we cant be together, I love you. Forgive me.

Umm… I don’t really want to start an argument, Charley. I want to be adults about this. Sure, we haven’t followed you, but when was the last time you reblogged something we posted? Let me answer that for you. Never.

I’m sorry. That was rude. I don’t mean to be like that. I just. I’m hurt. I appreciate your honesty, I do. I’m sure that was really hard to admit. It shows a lot of courage, really speaks to your character that you can own up to a mistake like that. Unfortunately you have betrayed my trust. It’s going to be hard for us to get back to where we were emotionally. It’s going to take time. I hope you understand that I need this time to really look at everything under a microscope. With a fine lens. I need to take time to find who I really want me to be. When I am ready, I promise, I’ll let you know… Should be around dinner time. Or breakfast. Or lunch. Actually anytime you’re hungry, come on in. My grieving and self-reflection periods are never long. After all, I’m a restaurant.

i haven’t really seen this come up much within hetalia discourse so i feel the need to discuss it: i don’t think that the personifications are cis or straight, any one of them, and i think there’s enough basis to back that headcanon up (that goes beyond the mere fact that ‘cis’ and ‘straight’ didn’t exist as solid concepts until recently)

i’m not going to really address canon hetalia because that’s…a mess. my argument really isn’t based in canon as much as it is in actual history and queer history, in particular, as well as just the concept of hetalia itself. a quick disclaimer, though: i’m not a historian, nor do i claim to be, so while i’ve done quite an bit of research on the subject of queer history and have engaged with several disciplines that are used to study it, none of what i say is to be taken as fact. 

when one considers how old these personifications are (some far older than even a thousand years!!!) it becomes apparent that they don’t function in the same way that humans do, even though they maintain the appearance of a human and generally follow similar laws. however, they are, inherently, personifications of countries, and my personal take is that they exist thanks to some kind of magic and inhabit more or less human bodies with regenerative capabilities. they’re human enough that they have human bodies, but an entire nation really can’t be perfectly simplified to a single body and a single gender. how can one say that france, for example, is strictly a male country (despite countless historical allusions to france being referred to as a feminine entity) and ukraine is a female country (whereas the ukrainian language refers to home as ‘fatherland’ and gives the country masculine attributes through that.) you really can’t just assign a single gender to a country, because countries don’t inherently have a gender! they’re rocks, they’re soil, they’re people, they’re politics and relations, they’re culture, they’re language, they’re history, but they don’t have a gender, even when they do have a physical form and an assigned sex, as well as individual personalities that may not always align strictly with the country they personify. 

i also find it difficult to believe that any personification would strictly abide to just one specific gender throughout their entire lengthy existence. they may align themselves with one that they prefer (i won’t deny that some might have a preference; they are individuals with autonomy and personality outside of their representative nature) or one that is more convenient (i’m sure a lot of afab countries would be fed up with how they’re treated compared to their amab counterparts veryyyyy quickly) but i don’t think they consistently have to identify with one. some may be genderfluid (like hungary), others may be trans if it benefits them (as is congruent with many instances in history where afab people presented as men to obtain social freedoms and power previously denied to them) or if they simply feel that a gender other than one they were assigned to feels more right (there really doesn’t have to be a reason for them to be trans). i doubt that their gender+presentation would be consistent–every century, hell, sometimes every decade has a different concept of what gender is and how gender should be presented. when one exists for a thousand years or more, it would be clear that the definition of gender, as well as traditional views about what ‘masculinity’ and ‘femininity’ shift constantly. i’ve personally done the most research about the evolution of masculinity in the 18th and 19th centuries in western countries, and that alone is a radical shift–i’m certain there would have been previous shifts like that in earlier history as well that would affect how nations present or think of themselves. 

in the end, there is so much complexity to nations and personifications and history and i feel like a lot of it isn’t explored or even addressed. we’re quick to assign the modern notion of gender to them and ignore the vast history of gender. i think nations would have trouble keeping up with the constantly changing idea of what masculinity and femininity is, they would fail to conform on multiple occasions by accident or on purpose, and would have a very complicated relationship with gender and presentation.

as a final note that’s more just queer history–gender and sexuality has often been closely linked throughout history, so since i headcanon all nations to be pan/bi in the modern conception of the term (it makes sense considering all the alliances and marriages they have), it follows closely that gender would have been quite complicated for them, too. *i might expand on this in a future post since this one is getting reeeeally long and sexuality is another can of worms that i’d rather talk about in detail 

tldr; none of your faves are cis or straight and if you want to further discuss this, please message me!! 

anonymous asked:

Can you stop talking/reblogging things as though straight people are pieces of utter crap.... Because tbh it's really offensive and hurtful. I've never, ever, said or done anything against or offending LGBT+ or Racist or anything, nor would I ever do that. In fact, I promote equality more than my friends that are LGBT+, and you're by favourite blog. Its hard enough coming on tumblr and being insulted EVERY day, and worse when you're favourite blog does it too :/ xx

boy oh boy where to start

james’ blog is a safe space for lgbtqia+ people but his demographic is mostly young adults or teenagers. when he talks about straight people in a dismissive way, he’s telling these kids, “you’re not the problem, they are”. he’s telling them, “i know they make it sound like you’re wrong, like you’re broken, like you’re not worth as much as they are: that’s straight logic. that’s straight people. don’t listen.” he gives them tools to ridicule and pull themselves out of the toxic environments they have to live in.

our saying straight people are the worst, straight people have a logic that only makes sense to them, what does it do? it’s not offensive, it’s not hurtful, it doesn’t incite to any violence and it will never have a body count. it just makes you uncomfortable.

if you think james’ blog is not a safe space for you, as a straight person, why don’t you go to the movies, or the theater, or the library, your school, at a family event or just walk down your street. those aren’t safe spaces for us, but you as a straight person, don’t have to fear that your identity will have you insulted, or hurt, or worse. you don’t have to see your identity mocked, you don’t have to force yourself to identify to people who have never known your struggles or better yet, who dismiss them as you’re doing right now. 

i’m not even going to say anything about how you “promote equality” more than your lgbt friends. but as a side note, if you’re so sure that you have never done anything racist, sexist, or homophobic, i’m gonna ask that you take a good hard look at your life and think again. 

i don’t believe anyone, even if you’re coming from the most open minded left-wing environment, wouldn’t have some day acted under the influence of systematic oppression. if you’re still unsure, look again at your ask: you’re part of the problem. our only somewhat safe space is the internet and you’re asking us to make it better for straight people, not trying to understand why it has to be better than what society deals for us.

our anger is valid. yours is petty. xx

Basically I just want an anime where Homura annoys everyone, Sayaka bullies her and Kyubey is Homura's not-even-really-a-minion.
  • Homura: It's that time of the day again!
  • Kyubey: You're going to lock yourself in your room again and cry?
  • Homura: I-I don't do that!
  • Kyubey: .....
  • Homura: I don't do it THAT often!
  • Kyubey: ......
  • Kyubey: True. Usually that comes later on in the evening, huh?
  • Homura: I don't even know why I bother talking to you sometimes.
  • Homura: OBVIOUSLY it's time for me to do evil things as a demon!
  • Kyubey: And what are you going to do?
  • Homura: Why, the most evilest thing in the world of course!
  • Kyubey: Reblog unsourced art?
  • Homura: .....No.
  • Homura: No Kyubey, just no.
  • Homura: I'm going to cockblock magical lesbians!
  • Kyubey: You monster!
  • Homura: I'm not a monster, I'm a demon! Homumumumumumu!
  • Kyubey: Is....Is that supposed to be your evil laugh?
  • Homura: Yeah, why?
  • Kyubey: ....No reason.
  • Kyubey: You know what you should do though? You should totally do that in front of Madoka Kaname. That would really... uh, impress her.
  • Homura: Wow, you really think so? Awesome!
  • Sayaka: So, here we are.
  • Kyouko: Yup.
  • Sayaka: The two of us.
  • Kyouko: Yup.
  • Sayaka: Alone.
  • Kyouko: ((Crunch munch munch))
  • Sayaka: Hey, do you want to-.... are you eating? Seriously?
  • Kyouko: Yeah, want some?
  • Kyouko: I don't think you need a mood to eat a bag of chips.
  • Kyouko: ....Oh.
  • Kyouko: Oh I get it.
  • Kyouko: These are low fat so you don't have to worry about gaining anymore wei-
  • Sayaka: Wait, what the hell do you mean by gaining any MORE?
  • Kyouko: ......
  • Kyouko: Uh......
  • Kyouko: Anymore...beautiful?
  • Sayaka: .......Kyouko I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do with you sometimes.
  • Kyouko: I have something in mind you can do to me right now, if you know what I mean~
  • Sayaka: Oh really? Maybe I don't know what you mean. I think you're going to have to show me~
  • Kyouko: ((Leans in to kiss Sayaka))
  • Kyouko: ((Headbutts Sayaka instead))
  • Kyouko: OH CRAP I'M SO SORRY!
  • Homura: Hmmm? Is something wrong?
  • Sayaka: Hell yeah something's wrong! You interrupted us in the middle of...uh....
  • Homura: Of what~?
  • Sayaka: ....Nothing.
  • Homura: Nothing huh? Is that so~? To me it looked like you two were about to kiss~
  • Kyouko: If you thought that was going to happen then why the hell would you even-
  • Sayaka: P-Pfft, of course not! There's no way I would ever kiss Kyouko!
  • Kyouko: Eh?
  • Sayaka: Wait, shit.
  • Kyouko: ((Runs away crying))
  • Sayaka: Kyouko! KYOUKO!
  • Homura: Too late~
  • Sayaka: God I hate you. GOOOODDDDDDD I hate you so much right now Homura Akemi.
  • Homura: Oh really? What are you going to do about it huh?
  • Sayaka: I'm going to kick your ass!
  • Homura: Poor, stupid little Sayaka, you could never be honest with your feelings could you? Isn't that why you lost Kyousuke to Hitomi? Man, wouldn't it be HILARIOUS if Hitomi got Kyouko too?
  • Homura: Wait, what are you doing?
  • Homura: NO STOP
  • Homura: ARGH! AHH!
  • Homura: NO PLEASE I'M SORRY!
  • Homura: NOOOOOOOOOO!
  • Madoka: La la la~♪ Walking through the streets at night~♪ Innocent defenseless schoolgirl~♪ Hope nothing bad happens to OH DEAR SWEET BABY TATSUYA WHAT THE HELL
  • Homura: Hm? Oh, wassup Madoka?
  • Madoka: DON'T YOU "WASSUP" ME
  • Homura: .....Nothing happened.
  • Homura: I just...Uh...
  • Homura: I'm just hanging around.
  • Madoka: Suddenly I want to throw something at you.
  • Homura: I'm sorry.
  • Madoka: Do...Should I like, call an ambulance or something?
  • Homura: For this? Pfft, this is nothing to me!
  • Madoka: You have literally been disemboweled and you have been lynched with your intestines. How is this nothing?!
  • Homura: Because I'm so awesome and cool, obviously! Homumumumumu!
  • Kyubey: Is it half past lock-yourself-in-your-room-and-cry o'clock yet? You've been bawling for hours now.
  • Kyubey: ....Is it at least like, quarter past-

anonymous asked:

I just found your blog about a week ago. You art is incredible! You haven't responded or posted anything for a while now, so I'm just a bit worried. Even though I'm just an anonymous person, I really want to be sure you're okay. If you're reading this, could you post something, anything, so all of us out here can know you're all right? We love you!

Hello anon. I’m really chuffed you like my art.

I don’t want anyone to worry so popped back to say I’m okay. I will admit to being gone for far longer than I wanted and might be for a little bit longer. I’ve told myself to get my arse back online because I miss people so, so badly and have missed out on so much and if honest I feel a bit on the side-lines. But, I’ve had a bad couple of months in the low mood department. My anti-depressant tablets made me ill, so had to come off them onto new ones and .boom. My mood bombed. Then my computer messed up, and don’t get me started on the job centre, I’ll never stop moaning then. On top of that I’m worried for a dear friend who is going through the wringer to be sure.

Trying to get my feet back under me and come back and draw. It’s been hard to pick up my pencils.

 Also I found out off a friend that I didn’t see people dedicating art and fic to me and I was missed. I feel so horrible for not noticing that or knowing, I barely checked Tumblr these past months. I’m still pretty gobsmacked and shocked right now. Haven’t the foggiest how to say thank you, ‘thank you’ sounds so small a thing for so lovely a thing. So here are links to what the guys did for now as I wanted to share them as they are brilliant. I promise to come back and reblog them individually with an essay on how much I adore them and the lovely people who did this as it means the world to me. Love you guys to the moon and back.

From Pidgy 

From Holly 

From IWanttoPlayGuitar

From Gentleman Caller and Kyluxtrashcompactor

From DrawingOddities

From sigalawin

And last but certainly not least

A collab from crackedverbosity and Jeusus 

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anonymous asked:

So, I get what you're trying to do and I think it's wonderful. But CGL can never be SFW or non-kink. It is literally a kink, it is involved with BDSM. CGL is a kink, it is a lifestyle yes, a kinky one. You may not include sex in your little space but you are still connected to the BDSM community. If you're looking for a sfw alternative, kidcore/babycore/ age regression communities are available. At least don't reblog from minors/kidcore blogs that say no CGL because you still are CGL...

Actually anon you are wrong, and only encourage us more! Let me explain why;
Societal adaptation and evolution actually does exist.
Age regression is a tree, it’s roots are THERAPY and BDSM
The branches are
And several others I cannot think of at the moment because I have a pounding headache :(

However, there are those like you who do not understand, and only think that it is a kink. It CAN be a kink, and ageplay is 100% okay as long as it is 100% CONSENSUAL between two CONSENTING ADULTS.

Cgl+ has come a long way, and honestly I am quite proud! Wouldn’t you say you’re proud, everyone? Yet we still have a ways to go, with things like this. Just because something use to be seen as a kink doesn’t mean it is, because age regression is and has also been used as a COPING MECHANISM, recognised and recommended by therapists and psychiatrists around the world.
People also use to see being LGBT*+ as a kink, and sadly some gay+ and transgender* folks are still seen as kinks, even though it is 2016.
Yes, I know! Ridiculous isn’t it?
This strengthens my example, because while THEY USE TO BE SEEN AS A KINK, THEY NO LONGER ARE.
This is due to ★macro/micro Social Evolution/adaptation★, because these people were not inheritely sexual
(if they did or did not have sex was their business and their partners/’s business and doctors) and society eventually realized,
And like any good garden, we plucked the weeds and we let our roots grow strong, and we let our braches flourish, and we let our blossoms bloom.

This particular branch was nutured by mod azzy and I, Mod Alex, and the new FURRE blog corun by mod Leo/Lion and I, Mod Alex, from small saplings that had been seeded in the age regression tree.
It does exist.
It is existing.
It isn’t hurting anyone, and in fact, it was nutured for the exact opposite 😋!

So please excuse me anon if this offends you, when I ask you, and ask you to ask yourself:

Why would you invalidate a safe space specifically created for survivors, underage peoples, and people wishing to be free of what you claim to be a “kink”? They only want to be safe, so why are you invalidating them?

Thank you for your time, and please always remember to stay safe honeybees!
AntiCgl and AntiSafe people may or may not mean harm, but really they are simply uneducated. They are small saplings in a weed infested garden that we must tend 😊
Love always,
-Mod Alex

#mod alex

Also, to anyone who dare trample my precious blossoms (those of the community- nay, the FAMILY mod azzy and I have built together), by harrassing them, insulting them, etc-

Why? Because you are inferior to them?
Of course you are. They (You, my lovelies) are roses, daises, peonies, foxgloves, trumpets of angels-
And you aren’t even weeds, because at least weeds can be saved.
Please educate yourself, or ask someone for help. Think before you act, because karma comes around always.

And to my precious flowers, to our beautiful and handsome and our gorgeous blossoms-
Don’t let anyone tell you how to bloom.
You just do you, honeybee, because your soul already knows what makes you happy🌹🌱🌷
#mod alex
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excerpt from somewhere in the middle of my novel, for your reading pleasure (feel free to reblog, but please do not re-use in any form)

“Would you stop it?” Jenna snapped.

“Stop what?” Elle asked, sounding bored - as though she didn’t know exactly how she was pushing Jenna’s buttons, as though she couldn’t see the obvious blow up that was about to occur.

That.” Jenna flexed her hands at her sides, trying to work out some of the tension coiling inside her. It didn’t help.

The venom in her tone made Elle look up. For a second, Jenna might have said she looked impressed - but her features quickly settled back into indifference, even as she sat up straighter.

“You need to be more specific than that,” she said, curling her lip.

Jenna curled her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Stop acting like I’m an idiot.”

Elle had the nerve to laugh. Harper winced.

Elle said, “I’m not acting.”

“I know I fucked up, okay?” Jenna yelled, causing Gabby to flinch. Her throat felt tight, suddenly, as though her own body was resisting admitting her mistakes. “I know it was a mistake leaving like I did, I know it was a mistake pretending that I knew what I was doing, I know that I shouldn’t have acted like this was a game because it’s not, it’s real and it’s fucking terrifying but I -” Her voice broke and she paused, swallowing thickly. “I am going to get us out of this. I am going to get us home safe. You just have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” Elle’s voice was as flat and cold as steel, nothing like Jenna’s wavering pitch. “Why should we trust you, when you didn’t trust us enough to let us in on your little secret?”

“Elle,” Harper said warningly, attempting to step in.

Elle shot to her feet and pointed accusingly at Jenna before Harper could say any more. Her eyes were narrowed into a deadly glare and the cut on her arm was clearly visible, a stark red line extending past the cuff of her sleeve. “Can you honestly say that you didn’t expect us to follow you? Did you really think we’d just let you go?”

“I said I was sorry for that,” Jenna ground out. “But if we keep fighting like this we’re never going to make it out. I’ve been here before, and Adam’s taught me -”

“Oh, Adam’s taught you. That’s good. And where is Adam right now, exactly? Do you even know?”

Jenna drew herself up to her full height, refusing to let herself be intimidated. “I know a lot more than you think I do, Eleanor. And if you don’t start listening to me, there’s a good chance we’re all going to die.”

boremeignoreme  asked:

I think it's hard to keep billdip 'unproblematic' because, at its core, you're shipping an abusive pedophilic relationship. Even if Dipper is aged up to 18, Bill is still millennia old (or at least hundreds right?) and way too old for Dipper. Also, Bill is absolutely a manipulative character. There's no way around that fact.

Continued: “ I wouldn’t have taken a stance on the whole thing, but I’ve seen quite a few child sexual assault victims on the site explain why it’s damaging to them to ship it because it normalizes pedophilic abusive relationships. I don’t mean to start any hatred, but I wanted to try and show you and others why I think billdip is really unhealthy and bad to ship.”

First off, I just want to thank you for addressing this without being passive aggressive, threatening or just all around rude! Tbh i really appreciate it. Also, I want to properly address your messages so this might get a little long. 

You are 100% correct on it being hard to keep billdip unproblematic as a ship. In fact I have never tried to claim the ship itself is unproblematic. It is my ‘problematic fav’ as its called. I will certainly not defend it that. Its a garbage trash ship that I shamelessly love. 

  • “Even if Dipper is aged up to 18, Bill is still millennia old (or at least hundreds right?) and way too old for Dipper.” 

This is true, though some would argue Bill is ageless. And though thoughts and opinions regarding large age gaps vary and are just as rough a topic to discuss- a relationship between an 18 year old and, say, a 50 year old even, is not illegal. (as gross as that image is.) There are plenty of pairings throughout fandoms with pairings between humans and immortal/ancient inhumans. Its not uncommon, and though the idea of the immortal being much to old for the human is true, it certainly never stops anyone, and personally I don’t deem it especially wrong. 

Though I will touch on the fact that the idea of an 18 year old and a 50 year old in a relationship is… kind of gross to me. And yet, I ship Billdip? Why? Tbh who knows but I will touch on my reasons a little more later.

  • “Bill is absolutely a manipulative character. There’s no way around that fact.”

Once again, 100% true. In canon, Bill is a manipulative demon who is only interested in his own goals. So in the end, most fanart, fanfics and other works have Bill on a wide range of “slightly ooc” to “who the fuck is this and where is my dorito?” The chances you will find billdip works where Bill is considered canonly represented is very very slim, and if one of those slim works are found, they are probably made knowing the content is manipulative and abusive, and well, some people use this as a form of venting I think? I’m not too sure of the specific reasons behind those ones in particular as I am not interested in them. 

  • “I’ve seen quite a few child sexual assault victims on the site explain why it’s damaging to them to ship it because it normalizes pedophilic abusive relationships.”

I have not seen evidence of the ship ‘normalizing pedophilic abusive relationships’ but maybe that is because most of the shippers I know recognize and admit its problematic qualities. In fact if you asked any billdip shipper if they recognized the pairing as problematic and they said “no.” those are the people not even I would want to go near, no way. 

This aside, I (and others I’m sure) in no way want to invalidate the thoughts and feelings of csa survivors, which is why I LOUDLY ENCOURAGE all billdip shippers to furiously tag billdip works they post and reblog (especially nsfw ones) to ensure we are not showing up in places we could cause harm. 

  • “I wanted to try and show you and others why I think billdip is really unhealthy and bad to ship.”

I appreciate you handling his in a mature way, and getting those who ship billdip to understand they need to be careful what/where they post and how they tag is important. But I’m not going to say billdip is a bad ship to ship. Just like how pinecest disgusts me, personally, but I’m not going to say its a bad ship or immediately peg the shippers as incestuous slime. 

Many may disagree with me on this, but I don’t see anything wrong with people shipping certain things as long as they recognize its problematic aspects. If you keep it out of sight of those who could be harmed by it, you aren’t causing any harm.

I will also touch on why exactly I ship billdip. I love both Dipper and Bill as individual characters, and I love their canon dynamic and interactions. Aging up characters to see where they would be down the road is always fun! Everyone does it. So when I would do this with Dipper, I would also throw Bill in there to spice things up. I love this ship for its never ending possibilities and abundance of content. 

In conclusion, Billdip is a problematic ship but it can and has been shipped in many different ways. I have seen it portrayed gruesome and abusive and I have seen it portrayed as dorky and adorable. There are underage folks who ship it with Dipper closer to their age because it makes it relatable for them. (I certainly didn’t understand the laws of underage when I was 14)

Anyways, this got really long and I think I’ve made all my points. 

Once again, thanks for not being a dick. And please NO ONE send this person hateful messages. They’re being really rad and respectful tbh. Much better than half the other people I get in here. 

So yeah! Salt OUT. 

You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid - Frank Iero One Shot

anonymous said: HEY!, i was wondering if you could do a one with Frank Iero from my chemical romance? where your much younger than him and you both have a crush on each other but are too shy to admit it, and one day he just is like “i really like you” and you start dating? super fluffy <3

A/N: I like this idea, it was cute :3 I also may have rambled on a bit in places. The writing competition (just write a one shot based on the prompt I made up) and the reblogging competition (just reblog it… that’s it) are still open! So, check them out! Title credit to Teenagers - My Chemical Romance.

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secondarymutation-deactivated20  asked:

It was a bit classless that you reblogged the Lobdell story and felt the need to include a plug, in the form of a link, to your own comic. Way to make it about you. The part that you're sick of is that YOUR work is associated with Lobdell's sexism and not Lobdell's sexism in and of itself? Don't co-opt the issue, talk about the problem without shifting the focus to how it relates to you.

I only added the link after making the post, in case someone questioned my use of the word “literally.” And I think my comic speaks PRECISELY to why I find this kind of behavior particularly horrible within the field I’ve dedicated my life to.

But since you asked, yeah. I am infuriated that this shit continues within the business of superhero comics, which one would expect to have higher standards of conduct, given the inspirational and progressive nature of its subjects. This guy gets to write Superman? Are we in a parallel, evil universe?

The fact that women are second class citizens in this world disgusts me. When I was working with an orphan outreach program in Uganda, I learned that wives there had to kneel on the ground in order to speak to their husbands. When I was building toilets in the most impoverished areas in eastern India, I spoke to women who had been set on FIRE by their husbands for not producing male children. Since posting Something Terrible, I get emails every single day from women whose lives were derailed by sexual violence, often in their childhood homes. You think I shouldn’t make the issue about me? It’s humans with MY physiology committing these acts and perpetuating these systems. What the hell is going on with MEN?

The other private response I got to posting about this was from a dear friend writing to thank me for always posting about these events, and to tell me that she’d experienced similarly victimizing offenses from Mr. Lobdell over a decade ago, and that events like that have influenced her to keep a lower profile in this business, despite her incredible talent. (Thanks a lot, Scott. The world is a worse place because of people like you.)

As a dude working in this business for over ten years now, I have never and will never stop calling these assholes out for their sexism, racism, and homophobia, because this IS my house. AND YOURS. The sign on the door says “You’ll Be Safe Here.” That should be true for every single person reading or making comics. And if adding a link to my story that is helping men and women who have experienced sexual violence all around the world offended you, then we really have dramatically different gauges for what is offensive.

It offends me to not see more men speaking out about these stories, I assume because they’re afraid of not getting more work. I guess that’s preferable to thinking it’s because they’re all just cool with it. It really is a small industry once you’re on the inside. There are only a few major employers. I say what I want because I was raised by Batman and a mom worth ten of him. I’d rather work alone than with any of these exclusionary clubhouses. I can’t judge those who choose their livelihoods over speaking out. I posted what I did because I’m not ruled by their fears, but by an intolerance of injustice, borne of experiences explained in the link that so offended you. (If anything, by the way, that comic proves I don’t need the Boys’ Clubs. More people read it last month than their top ten books combined.)

You think I’m co-opting the issue, even though all I did was share a link about an issue that needs far more attention with my followers, with three sentences of commentary about how these continued offenses make me feel as a male comics creator, along with a link to my friend Rachel’s much longer (and better) post on the subject. I can only speak from my own point of view, but I linked to two others that I hope my fans made time to read.

Scott Lobdell is one more bully on our block. As always, the system favors his kind. But they’re going to lose anyway. Because we’re on the rooftops. We’re lights in the sky.

I sincerely don’t mind you calling me out, but I hope you’ll accept that if you don’t want to hear my POV on these issues, the best thing to do is block me. Because I am never, ever, going to stop.


*note: Chibis are $10.00 EACH! I just have 3 examples up there to show (to avoid confusion)

Hey guys!!!! I need a little assistance! 

So as some of you may or may not know, I’m taking a trip to Japan this summer, AND going to SacAnime. Yup…it’s going to be a busy month. I’ve been looking foreword to this trip for ages. I’ve also been studying the language for 3 years, and I’ll finally be able to practice what I’ve learned (I’m very eager about that).  Anyways! Because of these events, I will be needing money (to buy things, food and such). Sadly, my tight schedule (and not being able to drive) makes it very difficult for me to get a job w/a steady paycheck. I also don’t like asking my parents for money, because I believe I’m at an age where I need to start taking care of my expenses. Basically….I need to make money in a way that that works with my schedule. In that case, I’ve decided to open up commissions again! This time, I limited the options and adjusted the prices, to make sure that choosing an option wasn’t as overwhelming. 

How to commission me:

  • Either send me a message on my tumblr , or email me at: artsyspartsy@gmail.com 
  • If you want something specific, please let me know!  Say you want me to draw Eren and Mikasa. If you want them to be cuddling or something like that, please let me know! I want to make sure you’re the happiest you can be w/the outcome of your commission. 
  • PLEASE PAY ME IN ADVANCE! I will not start your commission until I have received the payment! My paypal is artsyspartsy@gmail.com  !! I also have a “donation” button on my blog if that’s easier to use!! 

What I will draw:

  • Basically anything!
  • Pairings
  • OCS
  • People in general 
  • Characters 
  • Characters w/human-like appearance (ex. the crystal gems)
  • Partial nudity (ex. swimsuits and underwear)
  • Action

What I WILL NOT draw: 

  • Abuse
  • Extreme Violence (fight scenes are OK! Nothing extremely gory though) 
  • NS//FW 
  • Furries (Nothing against them, I just can’t draw them well)
  • Mechas/Robots
  • Animals (Humans w/animals is fine! I just can’t draw animals separately)
  • Dragons (Dragons are cool, but I can’t draw them for my life)
  • Something hateful/against something 

How long will my commission take?

Not very long! I usually have them done in less than a week, or 2 weeks maximum. I try to get them done ASAP so you’re not waiting too long. 

If you can’t commission me or you’re not interested, I would still really appreciate it if you would reblog this post and spread the word. This is basically the only way I make money, so I need to get as many people interested as possible. Thank you very much!! 


Dear taylorswift

There is so much I want to tell you so I’m praying my friends and followers will reblog this so you can see it.

Please know I’m okay now. But this is my story and how you saved me. Multiple times. Before i proceed I’d like to explain why I used the two quotes above. The first always gave me hope, that maybe I was your friend as much a s you were mine. I always thought ’I picked the right person to root for. She loves me as much as I love her. If i meet her,I KNOW it’ll be a good experience.‘ And from what I understand I thought right. The second quote I used because I relate to it so much. I never had someone I could finally count on. So I counted on You. You and your amazing lyrics.

Now I’m going to explain everything. 

I still remember When I first found you. I was Eleven years old and had just changed schools and I heard Tim Mcgraw on the radio. I feel in love with the country pop sound and immediately looked up who this amazing Taylor Swift was to see if she had any more music. At the time it was the only song you had out. So i anxiously awaited for your album to drop.

My parents had never really been to keen on me listening to anything besides the Christian music I had grown up on, but my mom looked up reviews and all kinds of things before letting me buy the album. But FINALLY  she let me buy it. I would come home from school,and the bullying i was too ashamed to tell anyone about, I’d go upstairs and put in my headphones. I listened to your songs like they were the water I need to survive. Dreaming of relationships and heartbreak made me forget all about the kids bullying me.

Fast forward to Fearless and I had switched schools again and had an even angrier, cliqueier, groups of kids. And I was fresh meat. I started writing. Writing like nothing could ever stop me. I wrote poetry,lyrics,melodies,short stories,anything I could think of I wrote it down. But it didn’t help the bullying it made it so much worse. 'Look at the swine writing out her feelings’.They’d say mocking me. That’s when I could barley take it. I started watching your interviews on top of listening to both albums. Seeing you talk about how you were bullied made me feel better. I was so angry people would be mean to you,but so relieved that it meant maybe,just maybe I could still achieve my dreams.

You became like a life line too me. You’re what kept me from letting the depression drown me.I begged my parents to please please please buy my tickets to see you. But Since I was young I didn’t realize that there was no way we could afford. We had lost our house and were in a rental. I thought we had just moved. Now i realize how hard it must have been for my parents to say no.

I started doing better I was feeling my maybe things were looking up. I couldn’t come see you,but I had friends! Like real actual friends. I had straight A’s. Nothing could be better!

But then the worst possible thing that could happen, happened. My grandma got sick. Very sick. She was my best friend. I talked to her on the phone everyday. And I could feel her slipping through my fingers. Before I knew what hit me she had passed away and I had to go back to school. I burned over twenty notebooks of various writings and quit writing. All the amazing friends I had were gone suddenly. They didn’t like me so much once I was depressed. Every night I thought about how great it would be to fall asleep and never wake up.

I even had to come out of school for a semester. I no longer had friends. The only way I could keep my morbid thoughts at bay was listen to you.

I stayed in this depression for sometime. Your new album came out,and wow. you had a song about bullying! I’m still hoping to get your handwriting for a tattoo with some lyrics from mean. But it wasn’t just mean. Dear John gave me hope as well. And I felt a glimmer og hope again.

 Now that I was older I knew we couldn’t afford tickets but i still hoped. My “friend” went to see you though! She said it was amazing. An I’m sure it was!

Now here is when things started to get really bad. I don’t want to go into too much detail because anyone can see this but. I attempted suicide. My brother cam home from work and helped me. But it was a close call. I was so so depressed I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t told anyone and I hid it well even from my family.

I still struggle with depression and I still struggle with anxiety and bullying. But because of your music I learned to have hope. You taught me to overcome depression, even if you didn’t mean too. And now I go to therapy and i tell my parents when things get bad. I’ve learned to talk it through and to write through. At one point I had quit writing, but now I’m working on publishing a novel and a book of poetry. If you hadn’t release Speak Now and Red who knows where I’d be. BUt now because of the inspiration you’ve become in my life I’m going somewhere.

To Sum all of this up. Taylor Swift you were the friend I never had, The inspiration I needed, and The voice to keep me alive. I love you And want to thanl you for everything. For being a role model, a friend, an inspiration, and a confidant. Thank you.



ps: I’m actually writing a novel thats inspired by a few of you songs! You’re who helped me start writing again. If you pick up a book in a few years and are suprised becaus the dedication is to Taylor Allsion Swift, It might be me :)

please reblog so taylor will see this!