So my birthday is next month, and every year that I get older is another year for my parents to vent about how, (Read in sterotypical Arab voice) “When I was your age, I had three jobs and scavenged the streets of Paris!” Although I’m still legally a child, my parents have decided this is the year where I start acting and living like a real adult.
As lots of you might know, I devote a lot to my studies (ie. The reason for my two month hiatus) and this up coming year for me means a lot of college applications, a lot of books, a lot of AP tests, and a lot of saving up to go to a good college. So, to ground my education and still make my parents proud, I might start doing commissions. That is, if enough of you are up for them. I’ve seen a few other blogs do them and I figured they’d be a good idea.
They’d be a lot more complex, longer stories, deeper story lines. They’d be a lot more personal to the person buying them, and I’d probably end up doing match-ups, too.
I don’t plan on abandoning this if you guys are up for them. I’d still take normal requests on here, but commissions would be more like, first class seats, you get it?
Anyways, let me know if you’d be willing to do this, and I’ll get a little thing set up.
a fun fact about parenting is that if your child is lgbt+, no amount of “i love you"s or “i’m proud of you"s will take away your child’s fear of coming out to you.
i have great parents. they tell me they love me every damn day, and i’ve always had their support. but coming out to them was bar none the most terrifying thing i’ve ever done in my life because they were very, very heteronormative. all the while they were saying they loved me, they never seemed to consider for a second that i could be anything other than straight, and so i had no way of knowing whether or not that love was conditional. do they love me, or do they love the straight daughter who looks like me that only exists in their heads?
my parents love me, my parents are proud of me, but when i told them i’m gay at a restaurant one night, my purse was crammed full of a couple days’ worth of clothes and all the cash i had because i didn’t know if it would be safe for me to go back home.
parents, people who will be parents one day……don’t assume your kids are straight. don’t assume your kids are cis. tell your kids in no uncertain terms that you’ll love and support them if they’re lgbt+, because no matter how well you treat them, i promise you that they need to hear that.
Complete this conversation: "Chuck! Stop embarrassing me in front of Dean... FATHER!"
“Chuck! Stop embarrassing me in front of Dean! Father!”
Chuck willfully ignores Castiel’s protests as he pulls out another renaissance art book.
“And here’s another intaglio of Castiel,” he says, turning the book toward Dean. “I sent a vision to a blind monk in the 16th century just so he would be inspired to make this piece.” Dean quirks an eyebrow, considering the picture of a pink cheeked angel, hair flowing as he dances.
“That’s … great, Chuck,” Dean says. “Uh… so, are you saying all that religious art was made so that… you could have pictures of your kids.”
“Well, we didn’t have instagram back then, Dean,” Chuck says. “If I wanted any images of my children I just had to… inspire some artists.”
“So, the renaissance was your…?”
“Brag book, yes.” He picks up another book. “Did I show you ‘The Birth of Venus’ yet?” Castiel groans.
I know how you’ve been feeling today. Your life feels empty, and the sad truth is that you have nobody to blame for anything that’s happened . Unlike most people, you haven’t blamed yourself, because you know that you have done everything in your capacity to make things work, to make things happen. I know how ambitious you are, and you do everything you need to do to make your parents proud, to make them happy again. You have no one to share your pain with. Mainly since your pain isn’t because of some tragic accident or loss of life, neither is it because of a sappy breakup or a nasty flu.
But you can feel your true self breaking down a little bit more with every passing day. There’s so much you want to do and so much you want to achieve and you know that you have it in you, yet it’s always a dead end.
You look back in time and see a different version of yourself, someone you can’t recognize now. You have no idea how to define yourself any more. You were a social maniac and have always found yourself the most comfortable among people, lots and lots of people, friends, foes, family, strangers and you managed to plant a seed of memory into everyone you’ve ever met.
Now you’re uncomfortable to be around people, you repel even making a healthy eye contact with someone passing by. I know you aren’t scared or tense to interact with them - to ask how they’re doing, but you’ve lost the urge to make bonds anymore.
You’ve met all kinds of people, seen through each one of them but you’ve realized that no matter how well you know and understand them, you walk right into a boulder beyond which you cannot see, beyond which you know there’s a spot where all their weaknesses lie, and you peek between the brick walls and recoil back - you have seen the ugly side.
This side of them is nasty and no matter what is said or done following it, you’ve lost your trust, you just can’t go back to square one all over again. You know you can never be the same with them again. And as you walk away from them, you know they’ve taken off a small chunk out of you. These chunks total up to the whole of you and you lose yourself running away from them. You cannot risk losing anymore. So you walk alone, and everyday you die a little more.
You now focus on the few people you trust and you’d do anything for them. I know very well how greatly you suck at expressing your love towards these people, somehow you feel that if you reveal it to them you’ll lose the love you have for them, they’re eager and hope to hear it from you. Your family wants to hear you say that you love them. But you just cannot, because you’ve never learned how to. You’ve never told anyone confidently the way they show it movies, to confess love. You love them too much, it’s scary to say it out loud. But you show it in ways nobody ever does.
You have your own weird ways, only if they could listen. Only if they could listen when you scream at them and cry out of guilt the very next moment, when you swear at them now and internally curse yourself next, when you ignore them because you do not want to say you’re sorry, when you plan big to see them happy, when you struggle to smile even as you’re dying inside only so that they don’t sense your sadness.
You are scared to express that you are vulnerable and you are scared to admit that you are scared. You prefer to be an emotionless robot to them, because you’ll never be able to prove how much you really care. They distance themselves from you naturally, and again, you die a little bit inside.
But you know you’re amazing at being a lioness when you want to, your wounds make you stronger and that’s how you like seeing yourself - a lioness on the hunt. And you walk with all your pride as you walk by the people that you’d rather have by your side, again you die a little inside, yet you walk alone with all your pride.
WONHO HAS BEEN WORKING SO HARD AND HAS BEEN TRYING TO GRT HIS SONGS ON AN ALBUM BEFORE AND NOW THERES THREE (3) SONGS W HIS MF NAME ON IT AND IM GLAD YHAT STARSHIP IS NO LONGER SHUTTING HIM BUT ALSO THINKING ABOUT ALL THE OTHER TIMES THEY DENIED HIM moodboard
The Brun og Blid flashback Julie gave us without flashbacking
so in last nights clip this is what Sara said about Vilde…
and the crazy thing is we know exactly what she’s talking about because we LIVED IT in Noora’s POV
lets flashback shall we?
so in the beginning of s2 Vilde got a sponsor from a tanning salon and Noora was all “no fucking way, nei Vilde x 1000″
and this was her reason why
so then when Vilde continues to plead her case to Noora, Noora tells her that they shouldn’t be sexual objects and Vilde replies with
so then when she talks to Sara and Ingrid about it she basically repeats this.
(side note: okay but Noora and Eva look like proud and amused parents right now)
what I find interesting here is Sara’s face. Like she literally looks like she is judging Vilde, while Ingrid seems to be genuinely listening…but wow Sara looks annoyed af….has Julie planned this from the beginning?
but a really important thing this message Sana found has brought up…is this
Noora turned to Sana for her to agree with her argument about them not taking the sponsor but instead of agreeing with Noora
Sana looked at Vilde, realised how important this was to her and supported her <3
So I feel like what Julie has done by showing us this message from Sara, is she has once again transported us back to a moment where Sana stood up for Vilde and supported her when no one else would
which contrasts heavily against Vilde who isn’t doing the same for Sana right now
The receipts on how much Sana has been there for Vilde keep coming up this season to further make us feel anger towards Vilde for not doing the same…
but I think this is all build up
build up for a big turn around
come on Vilde don’t let all the faith I have in you go wasted pleassseeee