please read my letter

Did you guys figure out what the problem was?

(for @centrumlumina)

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More Mystic Messenger Merchandise for me yay!!!

So I made sure to get everything again hahaha. Got the cushions with the stickers and emoji pin set so cute! Also, finally picked up a mouse pad yay!

Then got the two body pillows of 707 and Jumin (but I didn’t receive a Jumin letter weird…. unless we only get one or the other? can anyone confirm?) But yay! it came with the mugs~

But yeah they really went all out! I wasn’t expecting the little “gifts” from the guys. Like from Seven, you get the gloves in a red pouch. And from Jumin, you get the red ribbon.

I would open these out but I just don’t have room for them yet! 

Anyways my old post with the space cushion~ http://otomesynopsis.tumblr.com/post/154055094644/707-spaceship-cushion-my-707-cushion-finally

If Jungkook was a hyung, I wonder how Bangtan would’ve fare. Thank lamb skewers things are the way they are now.


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as you read this, my blog is no longer active. 

i just wanted to say thank you for the incredible outpour of support and understanding from all my wonderful followers and friends and mutuals. i got over 50 asks and several posts of appreciation and so many dms and even some absolutely incredible musical tributes and i really, from the bottom of my heart, want to say thank you so, so much.

i never really realized how much of an impact i had, but to hear about how much i’ve made people laugh and how i’ve helped brighten their day and helped them through hard times and inspired some people to continue music or even begin playing music just touched me so deeply. i cried multiple times these past couple of days while reading messages.

you all have such big incredible hearts and are so sweet and loving and understanding and just thank you so much for being so wonderful. i have no doubt that the musical tumblr community will continue to be a hilarious, positive, and upbuilding one. it’s sad i won’t get stay and watch as the community continues to grow but, i had an incredible time here while it lasted. thank you likewise for helping me through hard times and for making me laugh until i cried. just thank you.

i hope you all have an absolutely amazing 2018 and every year after that for the rest of your lives. you all deserve the best. i love you guys and i’ll miss you so much.

carp queen Emily signing off. catch you on the flippity flop!

(in case you haven’t read it yet, here’s my farewell letter)

Another Lance confession thing ???
  • Okay so,, with this new (new??) information about Lancey Lance's birthday and Keith's birthday and how he's actually OLDER THAN LEGS I MEAN LANCE I had to do smth to get out all my FLUFFY FEELS okay sue me,,,
  • - - - - - - - - - - -
  • Okay so, it's Keith's birthday.
  • Lance wants to get him something but he doesn't have anything to give him really?? He can't make anything.. and he can't buy anything because hey space.. maybe he could finally work up the courage to confess?? In a weird way??
  • So, Lance decides to man up and write a little note.
  • "Hey man, just wanted to say happy birthday. Actually I lied i also wanted to give you something. Actually yea i lied again i also.. i wanted to tell you something. So i thought.. I'd do both. I don't really have anything to give you.. except my feelings, okay. I think you're really nice. And scary and cute. Not scary really. More like scary cute. You're scary cute. I like you a lot and i thought today was the day to confess. It's fine if you don't yknow, like me too i just wanted to get this off my chest while I have a valid reason to. What with saving the universe and all. We're a good team, remember? I hope that if you end up.. not feeling the same way that we can just forget this whole thing. Be my uh.. gosh this sounds really weird when I'm writing it.. Keef Kogane, will you be my boyfriend? Please?
  • Yes _ No_"
  • Lance reads over his letter 4 times, making necessary corrections.
  • He works up the courage to go out to the main lounge in the castle, everyone's hanging out in there at the moment as a sort of mini party for Keith.
  • He approached Keith, standing off to the side a little.
  • "Uh.. Hey. I uh, this is for you." He stutters a bit, handing Keith his letter.
  • "Oh, thanks" Keith says.
  • Keith looks at him, smiling a little bit, taking the letter and beginning to unfold it.
  • Lance panics. "N-NO READ IT LATER" He says, reaching for it to fold it back down.
  • Keith laughs a little, holding his hand up to block him, trying to read it.
  • "Keithhh!! C'mon please read it later.." Lance whines, still reaching for the letter.
  • Too late. Keith darling is a fast reader and he's already half way through. And his face is completely and utterly emotionless.
  • Lance gives up on trying to snatch it from him. 'This was a terrible Idea..' Lance thinks to himself, watching Keith read his note.
  • Keith finishes reading and lowers the note, looking up at Lance's face.
  • Lance flashes a nervous smile.
  • Keith smirks.
  • "Checkboxes?" He says quietly.
  • Lance's eyes widen. "Well yea I dunno I thought you'd read it when you weren't next to me.. hah" He explains, reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck nervously.
  • Silence, followed by intense eye contact.
  • After a few seconds, Keith is the one to break the silence.
  • "Too bad I don't have a pen" Keith says with a genuine smile.
  • Lance quickly pales. "I CAN FIND YOU A PEN"
  • Keith chuckles a bit. "Actually.. I don't need one." He explains.
  • Lance's expression drops. His courage quickly diminishes. Shit. Here we go.
  • "Because... I can just do this." Keith says, dropping the note to the floor and bringing his hands up to cup Lance's cheeks and pull his face down for a kiss.
  • Lance. Is S H O O K.
  • He manages to shove all his thoughts aside and give in, reaching down and resting his hands on Keith's hips.
  • Meanwhile everyone's just looking at them and exchanging bet money ;')))
ID #18312

Name: Melanie
Age: 19 (20 come this August)
Country: USA

My name is Melanie, and I currently live in the Chicagoland area! I am currently a college student pursuing a degree in musicology, with specifications in jazz. I do vocal performance, also, but am choosing to not actually include that in my degree (honestly, getting to auditions is just a total pain). I am indeed a huge, huge music person. It’s definitely one of my defining features; I collect shellac jazz records and archive them. My specialties are “vintage” jazz (1900s-1950s), rock n’ roll, classical, and alt. rock. I could talk about these things for hours. For the sake of others possibly being infuriated, if you’re an electronic, or metal fan I honestly may drive you up the wall.
I will disclaim now that I am a published author, but my book did not take off (to be fair, I was 17), and I will in fact try and put off anyone finding out the title for as long as I can manage! I say this all now as it always inevitably comes out, so likely fair to get it out now. That being said, I am also pursuing writing. I am a HUGE reader, so anyone who reads would be a major plus. My friend and I try to see who can read the most every summer. (She won last year, by the way. 35 books[!].) I love art, which I may like to use for a double major; I love animation. I am kind of a huge nerd; Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Pokemon, and plenty more are kind of my thing. I love film, too; my favorite film makers are Woody Allen and Wes Anderson, hands down.
Love people with a sense of humor, adventure, and plenty more! I would prefer to be doing snail mail, just because *PLEASE READ* I love sending THINGS in my letters (i.e. I make mix CDs - yes, I really am a product of the 90s - pictures, bits of art, etc.), so keeping this in mind, also be prepared for LARGE letters. Hope to make some new friends!

Preferences: I unfortunately am only fluent in English; please keep this in mind. I would prefer to keep my pen pals between the ages of 18-27, but if you’re 15 and up and REALLY would like to chat, I am flattered and would be possibly open.
I am very leftist, so if you are on the right, we may do better apart. I have strong opinions; I do not want to upset anyone!
Last things, I am looking for some deeper conversations as well, so keep that in mind. I also have been struggling with depression for a very long time, so at this point in my life, I am trying to keep positive. I say this in the kindest way possible: I cannot be a therapist. I myself am trying to keep up, so if you feel that you’re looking for someone to vent to all the time, I really am not the person. I want everyone to have the experience they want!

  • Luffy: Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one in tuned with my emotions
  • Ace Suppressing everything but anger: WHAT!? HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLE THINK THAT!? ARE YOU SURE!? CAUSE I THINK I'M PERFECTLY FINE!
  • Sabo suppressing everything with a smile: Now Luffy I don't think your right in that assumption. Why just as Marco, he'll vouch for us.
  • Marco: Guys this is an intervention. The whole point is to talk about this issue. Now Luffy please read the rest of your letter.
  • Luffy: That was my whole letter.
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Tadaaa!

ID #18312

Name: Melanie
Age: 19 (20 come this August)
Country: USA

My name is Melanie, and I currently live in the Chicagoland area! I am currently a college student pursuing a degree in musicology, with specifications in jazz. I do vocal performance, also, but am choosing to not actually include that in my degree (honestly, getting to auditions is just a total pain). I am indeed a huge, huge music person. It’s definitely one of my defining features; I collect shellac jazz records and archive them. My specialties are “vintage” jazz (1900s-1950s), rock n’ roll, classical, and alt. rock. I could talk about these things for hours. For the sake of others possibly being infuriated, if you’re an electronic, or metal fan I honestly may drive you up the wall.
I will disclaim now that I am a published author, but my book did not take off (to be fair, I was 17), and I will in fact try and put off anyone finding out the title for as long as I can manage! I say this all now as it always inevitably comes out, so likely fair to get it out now. That being said, I am also pursuing writing. I am a HUGE reader, so anyone who reads would be a major plus. My friend and I try to see who can read the most every summer. (She won last year, by the way. 35 books[!].) I love art, which I may like to use for a double major; I love animation. I am kind of a huge nerd; Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Pokemon, and plenty more are kind of my thing. I love film, too; my favorite film makers are Woody Allen and Wes Anderson, hands down.
Love people with a sense of humor, adventure, and plenty more! I would prefer to be doing snail mail, just because *PLEASE READ* I love sending THINGS in my letters (i.e. I make mix CDs - yes, I really am a product of the 90s - pictures, bits of art, etc.), so keeping this in mind, also be prepared for LARGE letters. Hope to make some new friends!

Preferences: I unfortunately am only fluent in English; please keep this in mind. I would prefer to keep my pen pals between the ages of 18-27, but if you’re 15 and up and REALLY would like to chat, I am flattered and would be possibly open.
I am very leftist, so if you are on the right, we may do better apart. I have strong opinions; I do not want to upset anyone!
Last things, I am looking for some deeper conversations as well, so keep that in mind. I also have been struggling with depression for a very long time, so at this point in my life, I am trying to keep positive. I say this in the kindest way possible: I cannot be a therapist. I myself am trying to keep up, so if you feel that you’re looking for someone to vent to all the time, I really am not the person. I want everyone to have the experience they want!

  • *In November on Scorpius' Birthday - he's opening his presents while sitting on his bed at Hogwarts*
  • Scorpius: Thanks, mate. I'll use them at my next Quidditch match!
  • (he tries a bulky pair of goggles on and leaves them in his fuzzy hair)
  • Albus: Glad you like 'em! What's in the big package?
  • Scorpius: No idea. Father sent it. (gently he unwraps the package and reveals a heavy photo album, a letter lies on top of it. With tears in his eyes, he recognizes his mother's handwriting. Albus places his hand on Scorpius' shoulder)
  • Albus: Uhm, this looks personal. Should I leave you alone?
  • Scorpius: (after reading the letter) No. Please don't. It's a photo album my mother made about their travels. You're my best friend! There's nothing I would hide from you!
  • (together they open the album and stare at a nearly naked, only with leaves and body paint covered Draco and Astoria in front of a jungle scenery)
  • Scorpius: One. Word. One. Single. Word. And I'll tell Rose how you kissed her mother!
♥1k Thank You: My Love Letter to You All♥

Yesterday when I woke up I had hit 1k followers, and I literally gasped because I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been mulling over how I would celebrate/acknowledge this all day. I finally decided upon a (probably super lame) thank you post (ok so it is actually more of a narrative). So if you will forgive me one long text post (please don’t unfollow me for this dear lord that would just be the saddest irony of my tumblr existence), I just have some feelings about my tumblr journey that I need to express…

(If you actually “keep reading” this, bless your soul and I love you. Warning - It is long but I pretty much never post personal stuff on this site, so I figured it was time to open up to you all in case you care- which you may not. Hopefully some of you will because I mention a lot of you in it! IF YOU ARE ON MOBILE I AM SO SORRY BECAUSE THE READ MORE LINE PROBABLY WON’T SHOW UP AND THIS IS A HELLA LONG PLS DON’T HATE ME OMG)

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Hi potato head, so I’m like 12 to 13 weeks, depends on when you read this okay? and it’s almost father’s day here… So happy father’s day, I guess.

I went to my first ultra-sound without you, took Toby and she is a very supportive person I think she shall adopt your unborn child. Moving on I have bad news, we are having a plum, but there was a strong chance it would be a fruit since, you know. More news, it looks like a human now, sort of like and if I press my bump it probably kicks back, but I really can’t feel anything. My belly is starting to show and the doctor started to search for an heart beat and Adam you should have listened to it, weak but I swear it felt like I finally knew we are going to be parents and I swear that if you were here you would have cried.  Anyways, we can start telling people it’s safe now, you should start by all the females in your camp you know? And also tell them we are going to get married and we are having triplets just for fun okay?

I thought on writing and not really skyping this because it seems more romantic and I want something for our grand kids to sell one day and make people on the store believe we are some sort of very romantic cheesy couple, who had no choice but to talk this way due to bad internet connection, it shall be a story people will never stop talking about. I also sent this because you can’t really send a picture through a computer right? and hang it on a wall I think that’s what you guys do there? And if you can’t listen to a heartbeat at least, I got to give you a father’s day gift?  Bubbles and Pan send you a lick on the face, different sides because they are jealous. We seriously miss you and everything you brought home except the vegetables, nobody misses that. I also have been sending you letters since day one but you never said a dang about them on Skype so you better talk about the baby next time!

Love you like potatoes, keep safe, Apple Jerkins.

***GIVE AWAY HAS ENDED! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO ENTERED***

Hey everyone! To celebrate my recent follower milestone, I am holding a give away that will run until February 1st!** There will be a total of three winners, who will get a number of the items seen above. Anyone is free to enter, but please, please be sure to read and understand the rules below! Good luck :)

Entry Requirements:
- You must be following yona-chan to enter. I will be checking before contacting the winners.
- Like and/or reblog this entire post for a chance to win. Liking counts as 1 entry. Reblogging also counts as 1 entry. So, like + reblog = 2 entries = double the chance to win. All winners will be chosen at random.
- 2 entries is the maximum you can have. Aka: only reblog once. Reblogging heaps of times will not get you extra entries, and is a waste of your time.

Rules:
- If you’re under the age of 18, you must have the permission of a parent or guardian to enter.
- You must be comfortable giving me your name and mailing address so that I can send you your prize should you win. If you aren’t sure if you are comfortable doing so, it’s probably best you don’t enter.
- You must have your tumblr askbox open and be available during the period I announce the winners (the first week of February). You will have 48 hours to reply to my message. Failing to do so will result in me picking another winner.
- The winners will move up should one forfeit. I.e: Should winner 1 forfeit, 2nd place will become 1st, 3rd will become 2nd, and I’ll pick a new 3rd place.
- No give away blogs! Please also don’t follow me solely for the sake of this give away.

Prizes:
- 1st Place Winner: 1xA, B, 1xC, 3xD
- 2nd Place Winner: 1xA*, 1xC*, 2xD*
- 3rd Place Winner: 1xC*, 2xD*
- Each winner will also get a letter from me, yay! :3


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**Midnight of January 31st, AEST (UTC+11) time.
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An Open Letter to my Trans Siblings, Allies, and Everyone Else

Please read all of this. Please bear with me. What bothers me most about Carla Wood Alcorn is that it’s clear she loved her child, but due to her beliefs, she could not see beyond the lens of her own understanding. She could not acknowledge or even try to understand what Leelah was going through.

When she came to her mother to reveal her truth, her mother simply brushed it off. She didn’t consider that Leelah had been silently suffering her entire life to find the words and courage to be truthful with her family. Then finally when she found that strength, finally when she was able to say this is who I am, her mother acted like it was nothing.

There is no excuse for not engaging your child more deeply. You bring a child into the world and you should know full well that your beliefs, your dreams for that child are not important, lest it be for happiness, stability, and self love. What’s important is that you nurture your child’s inner world. You validate it. Even if you don’t understand it.

By continuing to misgender her daughter and make excuses for why she and her husband are good people, she is demonstrating one thing: that she does not love herself unconditionally and so on a deep level how could she ever be equipped to give her child the unconditional love she desperately needed to climb out of terrible dysphoria-wrought depression? The answer is, she could not.

And this is the tragedy of bigotry, the tragedy of misinformed beliefs—that they shape a person’s world so much so that truth and essence become alien, hidden from view. And that’s what her daughter was to her, completely hidden, completely invisible because that was the message she sent to her little girl when she came out, that it was just a phase, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that who she was on the deepest level was no more than a fantasy.

It’s not that they threw her in a dungeon and fed her scraps. It’s that they cut her off from the only world which could have welcomed her unconditionally, from the only world that understood the truth that one can look one way and BE completely different on the inside.

They cut her off because they truly believed it was the right thing to do. They truly believed they were protecting their daughter. And from what? A life of subhumanity? A life of deviance? A life of shame? But where did those beliefs come from? Where could they have learned that being transgender was shameful, deviant, or less than human? The answer is simple: culture.

It is our culture that fills small minded people with lies about diversity. It is our culture that teaches us that being transgender is wrong, that transgressing the gender binary is unholy and unnatural. It is our culture, with its deeply rooted archetypes of misogyny, gender anxiety, and toxic gendered imagery, that sent Leelah walking onto the interstate on the morning of December 29, 2014. It is our culture that made Leelah’s parents believe they were doing the right thing in dealing with their child.

There is no excuse for their actions. There are no words for the pain they must be feeling, and the pain that every one of us in the trans community is feeling in the wake of this tragedy. But it is important, if we are going to fight for virtues of compassion, nonjudgment, and acceptance to understand that the Alcorns were and are not bad people. It’s simply that they do not nor cannot understand their daughter let alone the wrongness of their own actions because their realities are shaped by outdated, poisonous beliefs.

Jesus said, “forgive them, for they do not know.” And now more than ever is the time to live that wisdom. Now is the time to recognize we are all wounded. Now is the time to come together in love, clarity, and acceptance. Now is not the time for fighting hate born of ignorance with more hate born of ignorance.

I am deeply saddened that even in Leelah’s death, even after a massive public outcry, Carla was unable to properly gender her daughter or recognize the validity of her struggle, let alone take responsibility for the fact that maybe she did wrong. But that is the unfortunate truth of unconsciousness—that people can commit the most heinous acts toward their fellow humans and not understand what they did wrong.

We must forgive. We must forge love and solidarity in our own hearts. We must demonstrate our humanity. I know we are angry. I know we are in pain. I know our wounds run deep. But there is a radical kind of love that exists in all of us. And now more than ever we are being called to pull forth that love and send it out to the world.

Because it is a universal law that we get out what we put in. So if all we’re putting in is anger and hate, that is what we will get back. Now is the time, when the world is watching, for us to demonstrate that deep down we are human like everyone else, and that we deserve as all humans do basic rights and opportunities to cultivate a happy, stable life. It is not too much to ask.

So we must rise, as Leelah would have wanted. We must stand together in love, as Leelah desperately needed. And maybe, just maybe, we will live to fix the broken society that killed our precious sister.

Thank you for reading,
Zoey

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[ENG] PRETTY U Album: Dokyeom, Jun & Wonwoo’s Notes

Dokyeom: (1) Hello?! *laughs* I’m trying to write a letter on my way to meet you~ I want to meet and talk to you as soon as possible~ Also having a meal together~ I want to create good memories while I’m with you~ ^_^ Also.. I… Really.. Like you a lot!! *laughs* (2) Wait just for a little bit~~ I’ll be there soon~!! I love you~ <3

Jun: I always draw a picture when I’m looking at your face. I’m thinking about you a lot. Even though the drawing is pretty, it cannot be compared to you. Now I can’t erase my drawing of you in my heart. Please accept my heart as you’re reading this letter, my angel.

Wonwoo: I wish you would see this letter. I’m expressing my heart through a letter for the first time. I hope you would interpret it exactly the way I mean it, letter by letter. 

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cr: jyeoshin & bex @ what17says
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Letter #1

Dear Chester Bennington,

Hi! How are you? Are you fine there? I bet you are in a happy place now, unlike here, most of us living but barely breathing. Life is getting harder and harder as another year goes by. We missed you so much but it’s so selfish of us if we wish you’re here with us, faking smile, in pain and fighting your inner self. I wrote this letter for you because you are the who inspired me to fight depression, which is very difficult and powerful to fight with.

Today, we are at the North. My auntie invited us to celebrate New Year’s eve/ New Year with them and I’m quite adjusting and uncomfortable. I hate it! I hate awkward and uncomfortable situations! I wish that i can banish and disappear wherever and whenever i wished for!

Thank you for hearing my rants inside my head or reading this letter! For now, please do help me! lmao!

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Hello Golly fans,

I know everyone is hurting right now in light of the Tassie interview.  I hope this… helps soothe the burn?  It may not.  But here’s some Golly fanfic anyhow.  As always, a big thank you to my beta athingor3

Enjoy!

“Hey Holly-bear,” her father’s voice came through the phone.

“Hey, dad, how are you?” she asked, pleased to have him call.

“Oh, you know your old dad. Fit as a fiddle.”  Holly giggled like a little girl.  

“How’s mom?” she asked.

“She’s out gardening right now.  She says she’s going to have the nicest flowers beds on the street this year.” She could hear the pride in his voice. They really were in love and Holly always wished for that with her own wife someday.

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