proceeds go to charity

leysendris  asked:

Hey, for the cute shippy starters how about number 16: “It could be worse.”?

This piece was written for me on my birthday, by me, as a little indulgent Shenko fluff, thanks to @leysendris wanting  the prompt ‘It Could be Worse’ and @joufancyhuh really wanted Assless Chaps so I killed three birds with one stone. :)

The crew of the Normandy is doing a charity calendar photo shoot, where all the proceeds go to worlds ravaged by the war with the Reapers, but it’s a little hard for everyone to get into it, much to the photographer’s dismay even if it is for a good and noble cause…

Sighing heavily Kaidan turned away from the mirror pulling on a long sweater that went a few inches past the tops of his thighs to make it from the dressing room to the area where the charity photoshoot was being held. He would’ve thought he’d be used to being a cowboy by now, thanks to Alyss’ murder mystery party where he was Rusty Cattlebrandt, as well as using that same costume to seduce her in the shuttle bay not that long ago. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the 4-piece costume consisting of black leather assless chaps with a g-string, brown cowboy boots and a matching brown cowboy hat; what he wouldn’t give to have a shirt, even if it was an open one.

He held tightly to the brim of his hat; he’d put it on when it was absolutely necessary.

Joker was finishing up his shoot, his jeans unbuttoned and shirt covered in sugar skulls for day of the dead wide open as he sat, legs spread, next to a large fake turkey nestled on a small table…the pages being shot in reverse order. The photographer, a short-tempered little man, kept muttering about his artistic vision being ruined by a pilot jockey in a hat unable to take this seriously; Joker removed his hat for next to no one. Their ornery pilot stood up slowly, re-buttoning his pants and shirt, scratching his chin under his beard as Alyss came around the corner, wearing a knee-length beige trench coat buttoned all the way up and cinched around the waist with the tie, her black hair hung in waves around her shoulders. Kaidan’s breath hitched. She jammed her hands in her pockets but brightened up when she saw him, making a beeline for him; if it hadn’t been for her makeup, Kaidan would’ve thought she was up next after him.

Her lips were their usual red hue, but her dark grey eye shadow had been traded for red and green sparkles.

“Hey, you.” He went to catch her lips in a light kiss, a tutting sound stopping them when they were a centimeter apart.

“Are you my October?” The photographer asked, clicking his tongue in disapproval as his eyes roved over Kaidan, narrowing in dismay at the sweater he wore. “Why the sweater? Why aren’t you wearing your hat? Commander your crew is trying on my nerves!”

“It’s almost like they have minds of their own.” Alyss giggled, wrapping her fingers around the hem of Kaidan’s sweater and tugging it down gently as she pressed herself against him, grabbing his earlobe gently with her teeth. “Take it off.”

Joker gagged and rolled his eyes.

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WE’RE MAKING A DIGITAL BE MORE CHILL FANZINE AND WE NEED ARTISTS AND WRITERS UP FOR THE TASK!!!

THATS RIGHT WE’RE MAKING A BMC DIGITAL FANZINE AND WE’RE LOOKING FOR TALENTED ARTISTS AND WRITERS WHO ARE WILLING TO WORK WITH US TO MAKE THIS DIGITAL ZINE COME TRUE!! SO IF YOU’RE INTERESTED READ THE DETAILS BELOW FOR MORE INFORMATION:

This charity-zine project is organized by a team of 5: @cryptidsp00n @epherall @gayradsaddad @mehringguie @sylveonstri

We thought it might be a fun idea to make a digital zine for those who enjoy the Be More Chill Musical and will be considered a tribute to the creators and actors of the play. The theme will center around shenanigans of the main characters which are during and supposedly after the play. It can be canonical or fan interpretations of the characters and just loads of fun in general

ALL OF THE PROCEEDS WILL GO TO CHARITY.

Q: Is the zine digital or physical?
A: We will only offer a digital version! though if this become successful we might consider getting it physical. It will be sold on gumroad!!

Q: Why only digital?
A: This is only a just for fun zine created by a bunch of friends, we may consider making it physical but may only be very limited copies

Q: What charity will you be donating to?
A: We just started feel free to suggest!!

✧ APPLICATIONS ✧
Q: How many artists are participating?
A: There’ll be a maximum of 23 artist and 7 writers. This is still flexible.

Q: Who are you accepting?

A: We’ll have invited artist and we’ll be accepting open call artists and writers

Q: Who are the invited Artists?:
A: The invited Artists are (including the three of us are):

@hachibeat
@kagenes
@braitasou
@squigglegigs
@sinisterspooks
@smileknife
@lauwurens
@fl0werbunn
@gayradsaddad
@epherall
@cryptidsp00n

Q: What about writers?:
A: We are still discussing about this so the writer count is still flexible, for now @sylveonstri is one of our main writers, and will handle the writing department [with our assistance of course]

Q: What are the portfolio requirements?
A: Portfolios will be either an art tag or any site with sample pictures of your work, please also include sample pictures of anything related to BMC

Q: Are traditional artists accepted?
A: Yes, traditional art is accepted so long as it is scanned at 300 dpi or higher and fits into the template provided.

Q: How will the artists be chosen?
A: All of us will be voting and rating the tag, if three or more of us accepted it, it will move onto the second stage where we will finally decide on who to accept

Q: How will I know if I was selected or not?
A: We will make a post about the final artists and will send out an email shortly afterwards with instructions and the template. You will also be added to a discord chat so we can receive updates on your works and also share it with others

Q: What will participating artists receive?
A: Participating artist will receive the digital copy of the zine and some extra pages, merch is still in discussion but its a possibility

Q: Is there a certain age you have to be to apply?

A: We just ask that you have parental permission if you are under 18. Decisions about acceptance will be based on skill, not age.

Q: Will Ships be allowed??
A: Yes it will be allowed! but our primary focus is with the interaction and friendship within characters

Q: Will you be judging some portfolios as they come in, or all at once after the apps close?
A: We’ll continue to judge portfolios even after the application closes. the day of results will vary at the amount of applications received

Q: When is the deadline for the application?
A: Currently, its still in discussion, it depends on the applications we receive if we extend it or not but possibly by the end of august to early september

[Artwork above was collaborated by gayradsaddad [sketch] , epherall [lines] & cryptidspoon [colors]]

APPLICATIONS PAGE [CLOSED]

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“I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends to have in this room tonight, thank you so much for being here, all of you.” At his first ever solo show last night, Harry Styles spoke to the audience as if they were the organisers of his surprise birthday party rather than a crowd of strangers. But the intimacy felt appropriate: the former One Direction member is more familiar with Wembley Stadium and Madison Square Gardens than a tiny, sweaty room on the corner of Highbury and Islington roundabout.

On his Twitter feed, Styles announced at 8am on Saturday morning that a surprise gig would be taking place that evening at The Garage in London, ahead of his larger tour later this year to promote his debut solo album (the self-titled Harry Styles). Tickets were only available, for £10, if bought from the box office in person, and even then you could only buy one. All proceeds were to go to The Little Princess Trust, the charity that the singer donated his hair to last year, which provides wigs to children experiencing hair loss. Dedicated fans jumped out of bed seconds later to buy tickets, some still in their pyjamas.

The atmosphere inside was giddy as a result, ticket-holders delirious with luck. Styles, dressed in a frankly outrageous pink satin Gucci suit with embroidered dragons snaking up his thighs, seemed genuinely excited to be there too, telling the crowd he was “overwhelmed” by their support. “This is my first show in a long time. My first show ever. So it’s a night I won’t forget,” he said, adding “You might not be able to tell from my monotone voice, but I am having a great time.”

His years of experience in one of the music industry’s most polished pop bands are clear to see: for what was essentially a warm-up show, this was a sleek performance. Delivering his new album in its entirety, Styles was most impressive when letting loose on rockier, more upbeat tracks Only Angel and Kiwi (the latter saw women at the front form a mosh pit), or exuding Seventies sex appeal on Woman and Carolina.

Unlike at the rehearsal he held last week, he did not stage dive. “Let me tell you,” he explained of the much-reported calamitous attempt (which saw him knock a fan to the floor). “It doesn’t feel one third as cool as you think it does.”

As well as his solo material, Styles performed two other songs: an experimental riff on Kanye West’s “Ultralight Beam” and a much-loved One Direction track he has a writing credit on, “Stockholm Syndrome”. “You may or may not know the words,” Styles deadpanned, as the crowd screamed at the opening notes.

One of the loudest cheers of the entire event went not to the main man, but his drummer Sarah Jones, who has delighted Styles’s mostly female fanbase with her performances over the past few weeks. “Alright, that’s enough,” the star joked after introducing her. “That’s why she’s at the back.”

It’s a joy to watch Styles interact with a smaller crowd. He has a knowing, teasing relationship with fans, at one point asking the audience, “How you doing down there? You look very warm. There’s a smell…” But, this ribbing aside, his desire that everyone present have the best possible time was obvious, as he paused the show to check on a fan struggling with the heat, and sung Happy Birthday to another the front. It’s this combination of charm, ease, flamboyance, and an actually very good singing voice that sets Styles apart from his former bandmates and many of his peers. Could this be the rock star British pop music needs? - The Telegraph

The Kissing Booth

A SnowBaz fanfiction


Simon

Once a year, usually in the spring, Watford stages a carnival for the students.  It’s usually quite humble, mainly consisting of booths selling small magic trinkets, or snacks like cotton candy, sweets and other classic carnival fare.  There’s always the tiny petting zoo over near the Cloisters, and some years Watford even scrapes enough together to bring in a carousel.  Most of the booths are run by student volunteers, and though everything is by donation, all proceeds go to whichever charity the student body has voted on.

           I go every year, mostly for the caramel apples and sweet cider, but this is the first year I’ve been behind the scenes of the carnival and helped at a booth.

           In truth, I didn’t even sign up for it, but Agatha hadn’t had a break all day and needed some cotton candy of her own.

           I should have told her to find Penny, or Trixie or even Minty.  Anyone but me.

           It doesn’t take long for the word to spread that Simon Snow has taken over the Kissing Booth, and mortifyingly the line has doubled in length.  Mostly first or second-year girls, blushing and stammering or swaggering up to the counter with a pronounced sway in their step, with the odd boy interspersed through the line.

           It’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me – that honour goes to the time in second year that Baz stumbled upon a spell that made my clothes slowly dissipate, garment by garment, in the middle of the dining hall – and after the first two or three quick, cold kisses I start to calm down, but I’m counting the minutes until Agatha comes back.  How she endured hours of this, I cannot comprehend.  That’s just Agatha, I guess.

           A redhead drops her donation into the tin and her eyes flit around, meeting me for only a split second at a time, her cheeks aflame.  I try to look as non-threatening as I can and lean forward enough that she can close the rest of the space.  She darts in with a kiss that’s no more than a peck before running over to a giggling pair of who must be her friends, a triumphant grin on her face. She must have been dared.  Poor girl.  I hope I wasn’t her first.

           “Well, well, well.”

           My stomach lurches at the cold drawl I know only too well.

           “What are you doing here, Baz?” I say in as civilized a tone as I can manage.

           He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth in a twist that’s a bit too amused to be a sneer.  “When I heard that the Chosen One had taken over the Snogging Booth, I simply had to see it for myself.”

           “Well, now you’ve seen it, so now you can go.”

           “Saving the World of Mages one kiss at a time,” Baz murmurs with a chuckle.  “Not exactly what I was envisioning.”

           “I’m only covering for Agatha,” I retort, “she’ll be back in five minutes if you’re wanting her services.”

           He scoffs.  “I’d rather not snog your girlfriend, thank you very much.”

           “She’s not my – forget it,” I shake my head.  I’ve told him at least a dozen times, but it never stops him.

           “She must have been really desperate for a break to put you in charge,” Baz drawls on, his voice smooth like honey but with too much of a bite to be sweet.  “You’d think she’d at least pick someone attractive for the Kissing Booth.”

           It stings, but I don’t flinch.  “What, someone like you?” I spit back too fast.

           His eyebrows shoot up in delighted surprise as I realize my mistake.  “You flatter me, Snow,” he purrs, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I furrow my brow tighter and hope it passes for anger.

           “Is there a reason you’re still here?” I growl as the burning spreads from my cheeks to my ears.  

           “As a matter of fact, there is,” Baz says, and his gray eyes look cool enough to staunch the flames at the tips of my ears, but the more I glare into them the more the fire rages.  “I’m here to torment you.”

           “Great, well you’ve done that.”

           “I wanted to see what you’d do.”  He leans on the edge of the counter, bringing his face far too close to mine for comfort. “What would the Mage’s Heir do if his nemesis showed up at the Kissing Booth?”

           “You can torment me any time,” I shoot back, “you’re holding up the line.”

           “Oh, yes, well,” he feigns conern, “I wouldn’t want to keep anyone from their kiss.”

           “Then go away.”

           His eyes narrow and he pretends to think.  “Mmm, no.  I don’t think so.”

           “Baz, I’m warning you.”

           “Terrifying,” he drones, “but this is too much fun.  Besides,” his eyebrow flickers up, “don’t you owe me a kiss?”

           I flash him a smirk of my own.  “Aw, Baz. If you were so desperate for a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

           Baz, to his credit, doesn’t bat an eye.  “You think of that comeback yourself?”

           “There’s a fee, you know,” I ignore him, barely having to raise my voice above a murmur for him to hear me, he’s so close.  “You haven’t paid the fee, so I don’t owe you anything.”

           He doesn’t drop his eyes from mine, and the cool gray takes on the spark of a challenge.  Out of my periphery I see him reach into his pocket, and there’s the clatter of coins dropping into the tin.

           I should punch him.

           I should spit in his face.

           I wanted to see what you’d do.

           I take him by the lapels and crush his mouth under mine.

           He makes a muffled sound of shock.  To be fair, so do I, but mine is more angry than it is surprised.  I kiss him hard and rough, and it’s a bit of a juxtaposition because his mouth is oddly soft.  A face like his, you’d expect his lips to be made of marble, cold and unmoving, but he’s the farthest thing from unmoving.  I can’t tell if he’s struggling or if he’s kissing me back but his lips are so, so soft and I want to bruise them, mark them, bite them…

           I only stop when a series of wolf whistles reminds me that there are at least ten people watching us.

           Trying to salvage the illusion of control, I break away harshly, still gripping him by his collar.  The cocky smirk has dropped from his smooth features and now his face mirrors mine, a matching scowl, like I’ve crossed a dangerous line.  I probably have.

           “Was that what you wanted?” I growl.

           He doesn’t answer, just holds my gaze another few seconds before pushing back from the table, his lapels slipping out of my hands, and stalking away.

*** 

I don’t see Baz at the carnival after that, and I stay as long as the booths are open, perusing the same counters and feigning interest even after having looked through their contents three times.  I keep Penny company where she mans the popcorn booth, drizzling caramel over every few cartons, and I even get bored enough to hang around Agatha back at the Kissing Booth for a little while, until one too many patrons have asked if I’m available for service.  When she and Penny are freed we pet the goats at the petting zoo, the ones that Ebb has graciously volunteered for the event, and take a few spins on the carousel.  Only once the light has begun to fade and the signs are being lowered from their booths do the three of us part ways.  Even then, I offer to help Ebb get her goats back safely.

           Basically, I’m doing anything I can to put off going back to the room, but eventually I can’t avoid it any longer.  I’ve wandered the grounds enough times that the sun has properly disappeared behind the distant hills and I can barely see the ground in front of me. Even then I’m tempted to consider crazy alternatives like spending the night at Ebb’s place, but I’m pretty sure that would be against school rules anyway, and besides, I’ll have to face Baz eventually.  There’s no undoing what’s happened.

           When I finally trudge back into the room, he’s staring out the window at the moat, presumably trying to intimidate the merwolves, but he turns at the sound of the door.  His expression, though I don’t see it for long before I look away, is hard to read. Wide eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s still mad at me for my stunt earlier, but there’s a bit of a questioning edge there, too.  Almost a where were you edge.

           Normally I have to start any type of conversation, but tonight he wastes no time. “What the hell was that, Snow?”

           There’s no question as to what he’s referring, and I can’t help but get angry again.  “Me? You’re the one who had to start something!”

           “Well, you didn’t have to react so drastically,” he mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the window, the moonlight casting its glow on his skin and making him even paler than usual, almost transparent.  I half expect fangs to slide out from his lips for no reason and complete the picture.

           His soft, soft lips.

           “You were egging me on,” I seethe, the memory igniting the rage that I’d felt in the fractured moment before kissing him, “it’s your fault anything happened.”

           “Proud little hero,” Baz says with the slightest smirk, “can’t back down from a challenge.”

           “You know I can’t, not in front of people.”

           “Wouldn’t want them to think the Heir is a coward.”

           I feel like a balloon in me is swelling and deflating at once.  “But that’s just it, Baz,” I insist, anger momentarily aside.  “If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?”

           He doesn’t answer right away, and for a second I think maybe he understands. I want so badly for him to understand.

           “No reason,” Baz eventually says, turning to look out the window again, “not with someone like you as the Chosen One.”

           I want to groan, to kick something, to shake him by the shoulders and make him look me in the eye and for once not fight me.  Have we ever in our lives made eye contact without there being some challenge between us?

           “Why did you have to get in that line?” I shake my head.  “There are so many other ways of tormenting me, lower-stakes ways.”

           “To be fair, I’ve already exhausted most of those,” Baz murmurs with a little shrug of his shoulders.

           “When have you ever been fair?”

           “Touché.”

           I’m tired of standing here at the door, so I kick off my shoes and sit down on my bed, trying not to think about how much closer I am to him now, still at the window, looking as vampiric as ever.  His gray eyes are positively silver in the moonlight, and the black of his hair looks silkier than ever, as if it’s soaking the rays directly into him. He almost glows.  I have to laugh a little, because more than once Baz has mockingly compared me, with my bronze curls and sky-blue eyes, to the sun, but he himself wears a halo of night.  If I am the sun, then Baz is most certainly the moon.  Distant, cold, mysterious, almost too pristine to touch.

           His gaze returns to me suddenly.  He raises an eyebrow in a wordless inquiry, and I realize I’ve been staring.

           “What exactly was it you expected me to do?”

           “At what point, Snow?” he gives a humourless laugh.  “You had more than one opportunity to react.”

           “When you paid the fee.”

           His tiny smile disappears.  “It doesn’t matter.”

           “It does.”

           “Drop it, Snow,” he says, the hardness returning to his eyes, and I know I’ve cornered him.  Drop it is Baz’s way of betraying himself, of saying there’s something that he doesn’t want to tell.

           “Was I supposed to kiss you?” I ask.  For some reason I have to know.

           “No.”

           “Then what?”

           “I don’t know, Snow, punch me.  Push me. Beat me to the ground.  Something.”

           My brow furrows in confusion.  “Wait. You wanted me to hit you?”

           He shrugs, more with his head than his shoulder.  “One of us has to get hurt, right?”

           I rise to my feet, and I’m face-to-face with him again, only his eyes are different this time.  Whereas at the booth he had betrayed no hint of doubt at our closeness, now there’s a flicker of something in the silver, something that feels a lot like the way my heart is racing in my chest, and it dawns on me.  He was putting on a show at the carnival, acting like nothing I could do would get to him, just as I had been.

           If they think I’m afraid, what reason do they have to hope?

           One of us has to get hurt, right?

           And suddenly it makes sense.

           There’s only a few inches between us, so it feels almost natural when I lean in and press the gentlest of kisses to his lips.

           He doesn’t kiss me back this time, but he doesn’t move away either.  “What was that for?” he asks when I draw back a second later.

           “You act like we’re so different,” I say wonderingly, “but we’re the same.”

           “How?”

           “What do you think we’d be if we didn’t have to fight each other?”

           I don’t miss the split second of longing in his eyes.  “Keep dreaming, Snow.”

           “Because I bet it would involve a lot more of this.”  I bring a hand up to his neck, my fingers instantly lost in the wavy tips of his hair and it’s exactly as soft as it looks bathed in moonlight.

           Baz closes his eyes like he has to collect himself.  “You’re the hero.  I’m the villain.  What more do I have to say?”

           “Fuck that,” I chuckle, “we both know that’s not true.  You’re a boy, and I’m a boy.  That’s all.”

           “Tell that to the rest of the world.”

           “I don’t care about the rest of the world,” I shake my head adamantly, “I want to know what you think.”    

           “About what?”

           “If there was no act, no reputation, no role to play,” I murmur, “if we were just two boys, what would you do?”

           Baz returns my gaze a moment, searching my eyes.    

           Then his lashes close and he’s kissing me, and my eyes drift shut again like I’m sighing in relief.

           I let my fingers tangle higher up in his hair while my other hand grips the front of his shirt like earlier, only without the anger of the afternoon.  He angles his head further and guides the kiss deeper, his hands gently gripping my waist and pulling me closer.  I melt against him, my mouth moving with his, my head swimming with his citrusy scent, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my throat when he takes my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle tug. Suddenly I’m floating, weightless, and Baz gives a muffled sound of surprise when I press back a little harder.

           When we finally break apart, both of us gasping and dizzy, I immediately want more, want to line his neck with my mouth, want to feel his breath hitch when I reach the base of his throat, want to hear my name in his sigh.  Would he sigh Snow or Simon?  I want to know.

           “Please,” I whisper, dotting a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “can’t we just be two boys?”

           When I meet his eyes, they’re full of more longing than ever.

           In response, he kisses a soft, slow triangle pattern on my cheek, and I recognize the pattern of the three moles by my eye, and I can’t help but smile.

“We can try.”

*Slides in* WIP for the upcoming @yoosevenzine Honey Butter :D Check it out on Twitter too *slides out*

Someone: Hey, how are y-

Me: GO WATCH THE PROMISE IT’S ABOUT THE ARMENIAN GENOCIDE THAT SEVERAL COUNTRIES REFUSE TO RECOGNIZE AS SUCH DESPITE THE WORD ‘GENOCIDE’ DERIVING FROM THAT VERY EVENT AND MANY PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO STOP THIS MOVIE FROM GETTING MADE AND BEING SUCCESSFUL EVEN RESORTING TO CREATING REVIEWS WITHOUT HAVING YET SEEING THE MOVIE IT’S A MOVIE TO MAKE PEOPLE AWARE OF THIS GENOCIDE AND 100% OF THE PROCEEDS WILL GO TO CHARITIES 100%!!!!!!

Hey there, everyone! We are here to announce that a new Gravity Falls charity zine is in progress!

As you can see above, the project is called Wayfaring Strangers, and it will explore Stan and Ford’s times spent traveling, both in their younger years apart and their senior years together. The zine will look at three major stages in their lives: The early years after Stan is kicked out and Ford goes off to college and Gravity Falls, Stan’s misadventures in and out of Gravity Falls and Ford’s time in the multiverse, and their time reunited and sailing the world.

We have a great list of artists that we’ve brought together for this project, and it’s shaping up to be something pretty special. If everything goes according to plan, we’re hoping to deliver everyone a quality hardcover zine with some fun extra goodies! We hope you’ll follow us here and keep a close eye on updates as we get this ready over the next few months. 

As stated above, the proceeds from the zine will be going to charity, although we’re still looking into where we will donate the money, so stay tuned! 

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The same lovely folks who commissioned me to draw the underside of some custom WayHaught snapbacks, took two of the last remaining hats to DragonCon to have them signed by Dom and Kat. They also took two prints of my uncropped original artwork and got those signed as well.

The hats and archival prints will be auctioned off in the near future. Both ladies were asked to pick charities they personally support… Kat selected the Toronto Humane Society and Dom selected The Trevor Project.

All proceeds from the auctions will go to those charities.

Here the thing that kinda blows my mind… people discredit fandom a lot. They say it’s childish or unimportant. They say it’s toxic… and sometimes it can be.

But at its heart it can be about building community. Coming together to be excited and supportive of something you love. Sharing that love with friends… and let’s be honest, total strangers.

It can be a safe harbor in a world that is all too often grim dark.

This is the type of fandom I choose to be a part of.

One that gives back.

One that’s built on love and support.

If you want more auction info follow @WayHaughtHats on twitter.

I’m so glad I helped make this happen… even in a small way.

TS6 tour concept:
Before the concert starts and everybody is milling about trying to find their seats, people should text in a surprise song they’d like to hear that night, and the big screens would be continually flashing up which songs people are voting for. The most voted song gets played on the B-stage that night, and all proceeds go towards a chosen charity of Taylor’s.
If each text were to cost £1, and half of the attendees in an average arena voted for a song, that’s £10,000 to charity from one show. Think about all the good deeds that could be done with an entire tour.

My Introduction into the LGBTA+ Community

This came to me while in the shower. I nearly forgot about it but now I can’t forget it and I think it’s important.


Back when I was a small eighth grader, my Christian school asked me to go to a local fair and hold a book reading for kids. I was super excited and said yes right away. I got there, read a book or two, then I had a half hour break. I walked around and saw a sign that said ‘ART!!! X% OF PROCEEDS GO TO CHARITIES TO HELP LGBTA+ MINORS!!“. I don’t remember the exact percentage, but I remember thinking "Art??? I love art!!”

I walked over to the tent where there were two people. One girl with dark purple hair, and another 'girl’ (in quotes for a reason) who had a shaved head. They were in highschool and I was terrified… They were the big kids at a PUBLIC SCHOOL!!! I asked them what lgbta+ meant because I wanted to know where my money was going.

They said “Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transexuals, ace/aro, and others!” And I’m like??? There’s more than just gay??

They laughed and said yes, asked me my orientation (straight then) and introduced themselves. (I’ll use their traits as names) Purple was a girl, and pansexual, which she explained meant she could love anyone no matter what. (Anyone? I asked. Yep! She said smiling. I just care if you’re kind). She has a girlfriend who was a lesbian.

Artist (the persons who art was being sold) was nonbinary and bisexual. They explained what they meant, and how bi was different from pan. But I was confused about nombinary. I told them I didn’t understand how you could be nothing! They smiled softly and told me this.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand! It can be confusing. All the matters is that you’ll treat me like everyone else.”

We talked until I had to go back, but on all my breaks I went back to them. I told them how my mom was at my stand and wouldn’t be happy if she knew I was there. They told me about highschool and art and lgbta+. I ended up buying two pieces from her. One I’m not a huge fan of bc I grew out of the style but the other I still have hanging up after almost five years.

At some point, I had to leave. They hugged me, wished me luck in life, and we parted ways.

I was packing up when I saw a huge floppy sunhat come into my tent. It was Purple and Artist, who got a huge hat so my mom wouldn’t see their “boy hair cut”. They said hello, pretended not to know me, but slipped me a slip of paper, smiled, and walked away. I opened it to see a drawing of a hotdog Artist drew me (I let calling every dog a hot dog because it was very hot outside). On the bottom was a small heart.

This is so important to me. Those people could’ve easily brushed me off as just a kid who is sheltered and bigoted. But they didn’t. They took me in for the day and (most likely painfully for them) explained everything and answered all my questions. I don’t think I’d be on terms with my sexuality without them.

Long story short, always be nice. Have patience, be kind, and never get short with kids, teens, or even adults who just want to learn or are under informed. Or even if they don’t understand some things, like how I was at first with nonbinary.


Always be patient, always be kind. Anything you say or do can impact someone forever.

anonymous asked:

So I get it what happened was scary but he's in mexico which is so far away from the UK I feel like he's taking this way too personally considering the chances of anything happening to him are basically at zero. He should have taken this time to bring positivity not to cry the entire time and rush through songs or he should have just cancelled.

It doesn’t matter that he is in Mexico and the attack happened in the UK. People naturally are going to be fearful for a while. I’m not sure if Harry actually is afraid for his safety right now, I would hope not. But just like what happened with Christina Grimmie, people are going to be on edge and thinking about what might be coming next. You can’t blame Harry for that.

If Harry is emotional after a tragedy, let him be emotional. He, like many people from the UK and around the world, are still mourning. He has worked personally with Ariana and given her a song before. A lot of her fans are also fans of the boys. We already know one of the girls that has passed away was a huge fan of louis especially. Manchester is where Harry grew up because it was so close to Cheshire and that’s where people his age could go see concerts and hang out. Harry and the boys have played shows in Manchester. Manchester and the fans there mean a lot to him.

There are so many reasons Harry can be taking this especially hard, and for you to tell him how you think he should be acting is so ridiculous. He tried his best to bring positivity by saying be a lover. He tried to bring positivity by doing a show where all proceeds go to charity. He tried to bring positivity by singing his songs and performing even when he would probably rather be home with his family.

And it’s funny that you say he should have cancelled because I know if he did, people like you would be down his throat for it. Talking about how he’s selfish and the show was or charity and he should have just done the show anyway. Harry did his best tonight and put as much emotion and love into the show as he possibly could have and honestly fuck you for trying to twist this into something negative where Harry didn’t do a good enough job.

tl;dr Harry tried his best which was more than anyone should be asking for right now and we should be grateful he is safe and able to still do shows where donations are made to charity. Harry has such a big heart, I’m sorry you don’t understand that concept.

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WIN A CHANCE TO VISIT THE SET OF ‘AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR’!

Marvel have announced a new competition in association with Omaze to give fans the chance to visit the set of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. This is a charity event and has a small entree fee, the proceeds of which go to the charity. See the newly released video above for details!