reject hate

Seventeen things you have to learn for yourself
as a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Pansexual
or otherwise Queer youth
by the time you are seventeen.

One is that the first Pride was a riot
I don’t mean that it was full of laughter, or that it was some grand party
where everyone spiraled up to dance among the stars
because the only glittering that night
was broken glass on cobblestones.
The first Pride was a riot
on the backstreets of New York
and they never tell us
that night
we won.
The only protest
in a decade full of turmoil
where the cops had to hide out in the bar they raided
and run from shouting rioters
who fought to reclaim the only patch of ground they had ever claimed as theirs
the first Pride was a riot,

and two, around the same time it took place
it was a debated topic in the gay community
whether or not they should say
that they weren’t mentally ill

which, three, homosexuality was removed
from the American Psychiatric Association’s list of mental illnesses
in 1974
all it took was a vote to declare that, whoops, we were never mentally ill

except, four, there are still teenagers being tortured today
in what some dare blaspheme as “therapy”
used to destroy their self-identity
in the hopes of making them normal.
except, four, the queer community still carries overwhelmingly high rates for poverty and homelessness and depression.

Did you know that, five,
over half the children forced into conversion therapy
commit suicide?

And six, that lesbians
were regarded as “hangers-on”
of the movement
by much of the gay community
before the AIDS crisis?

Because it turns out, seven can wear a rainbow on your shirt
and still be a bigot.
There are people who stick rainbows in their ears
or wear them on their fingers
or slap them across their cheeks in badges of defiance
and will still hate you for the color of your skin
or the size of your thighs
or your gender
or the way you like to kiss two or more genders
or none of the above.
Don’t ask me why this happens
it just does
I think it might be that we’ve all been taught to hate ourselves
for so damn long
that we don’t understand what to do
in a space with no hate.
Or maybe it’s that the space seems too small, because

eight, there are people who will tell you that you are not enough
that you do not reach the magical benchmark of “gay enough” to pass through the gate even
when you are some flavor of the rainbow other than straight-out gay.
eight, this is bullshit
eight, those people are bullshit.
eight, you are enough.
eight, there is always enough room.

nine, there is no overarching “homosexual agenda”
we’re all kind of flailing along in here trying to figure out some way to make it work
when most of us have nothing in common
except that society looked at us in different ways and decided we didn’t fit
so we could all go be misfits together
under one big rainbow flag

but just so you know, ten, there are plenty of other flags
there is one for you, I promise

and eleven, misfits may not all need the same things
but we need to stick together, especially in a world where

twelve—refer to point seven—there are lesbians who hate other lesbians
for having the audacity to be born in a body
that everyone looked at and saw “boy”
which brings me to

thirteen, there is so much to understand.

fourteen, you need to understand
because we need to stick together
and to stick together we do not have to be the same but we do have to understand
and it will be hard because
you were probably thrown into this world with no warning because

fifteen, being queer is not genetic and we are not unique among minorities
in that we collect our heritage through broken bits of history and research in a world constantly working to make those misfit bits go away
but we are unique in that when we try to prove our legacy
we can be laughed down
or re-erased
or flat out ignored
but I swear to you
you have a history as old as Alexander the Great
as beautiful as Sappho
as dignified as Abraham Lincoln
and as proud as Eleanor Roosevelt.

But even with that behind us
they have always watched us die.
because even though the bystander effect is bullshit, sixteen
Kitty Genovese was a lesbian, sixteen
Ronald Reagan is a mass murderer, sixteen
our children, your brothers and sisters and  siblings of all stripes and all colors and sexualities and genders are being murdered
through neglect
and rejection
and hate.

Sixteen, there is an entire generation of gay and bisexual men
missing from history
because the government chose to do nothing
when they were dying by the thousands.
sixteen, we died from the disease and died from going back into the closet and died for staying there and died for coming out,
sixteen, they laughed at us because they believed god was punishing us for daring to love,
sixteen, ashes of your forerunners rest on the lawn of the White House because

you are allowed
to be angry.
You do not have to be one of the nice gays
or one of the nice trans people
or sweet or kind or educate the rest of the world in something less than a yell
you are allowed to be so furious it scalds your bones
at the way we are forgotten
and passed over
at the way, as soon as June becomes July
we are expected
to go back to dying in silence
and mourning our dead
and kissing all alone
when no one can be offended
at the sight of us.
You are allowed to be angry
and scream down the stars
to shatter like broken glass at your feet
because you know what?
The first Pride
was a riot.

—  October 11

Cute past!Ardyn with his black chocobo *_*
I want to know more about Ardyn’s past life before he became evil guy…

friend: *acts more distant than usual, doesn’t engage in the conversation like they usually do*

rational me: they’re probably just having a bad day, it’s got nothing to do with you!

irrational me, beset by the rejection dysphoria demons: they hate you. you annoy them and they want you out of their life but are just too polite to say so. you should stop bothering them and isolate yourself :)

anonymous asked:

Man just do it anyway. Most people provably won't realize you're trans in the first place. Show the world how damn good you are

i’m six foot, i have broad shoulders, facial hair, a deep voice and a square jaw.

twenty bucks says they’ll notice.

This is not an error…

This is what tumblr feed would look like if each country enacted travel ban!! Break down the walls and let people mingle. That’s the only way we would create a greater understanding between cultures, nations and religions and keep America safe. This is not a political statement. As a person who loves to travel and explore cultures I’m appalled at the travel ban. Remember, hatred begets hatred. Reject hate. Tear down this wall of ignorance

I never loved you.
I said “i love you”, but
It was only what you taught me to say
And you would have punished me if I said anything different;
It wasn’t love, and it
Most certainly wasn’t friendship.

And if you begged me for forgiveness,
If you offered me your soul at my feet,
I would spit on it.

—  your hold on me is gone

I love those ask games so I made one for us ADHDers.

1. Are you a fast talking hyperactive or a pacing hyperactive?

2. Are you a doodling daydreamer or a window gazing daydreamer?

3. Do you like hand stims, foot stims, or mouth stims the most?

4. Are you a planner person or a phone reminder person?

5. Do you hyperfocus on productive things or irrelevant things?

6. Are you a multitasking ADHDer or an overhwhelmed ADHDer?

7. 504 or IEP?

8. Diagnosed or Self Diagnosed?

9. Are you a 5000 tabs person or blank tab trying to remember why person?

10. Are you a self-hate when rejected or extreme rage when rejected kind of person?

11. Are your family do yoga people, eat clean people, or put down the phone people?

12. Which were you called the most in school: lazy or irresponsible?

13. High stim or Low stim seeker?

14. Comorbid conditions?

15. Which have you been told more often: meds are cheating or meds are street drugs?

16. Not social to mask symptoms or overcompensating to mask symptoms?

17. Reading hyperfocus or reading impossible?

18. Do you parents believe it exists?

19. Diagnosed late or early?

20. Ever wonder how much of you is your personality and how much is ADHD?

Hate is Bad You Guys

I wanna preface this with a quick disclaimer - this isn’t directed at anyone specific, I love all of you guys and I’m posting this out of concern for our community as a whole. If you feel called out or hurt by this post, I’m sorry. *hugs*

Brace yourselves though, because we need to talk about this.

The anti-Butch Hartman spree that’s been going on? Guys, you need to ease off. A lot.

Somewhere along the line it became cool to push the Butch hate as far as possible? It’s treated as some kind of joke or something that’s acceptable because hey, ‘we all think Butch sucks’, when really it isn’t. What’s worse is that these actions have been met with positive responses. It’s becoming socially normalized, and that is not okay. That’s actually scary as crap.

Take a deep breath and step back. Look at what you’re doing. This is bullying. It’s not cool, and it’s not funny.

Even if you feel your dislike is justified, treating another human being in such a way is wrong– and unhealthy. It’s creating an angry atmosphere in the phandom that really saddens me as a long-time member. We all have our criticisms, and criticism is a good and valid part of creative communities, but there’s a distinction between taking issue with someone’s creative work and attacking the person themselves.

You don’t have to like Butch Hartman. Criticize his actions as a creator, have a discussion, even make jokes about it. But please, remember to treat him with basic respect. Don’t get nasty. Don’t be mean. Don’t stalk him looking for weaknesses to pick at. He may be a public figure as a creator and semi-celebrity, but he’s also a person.

Tumblr is a place that likes to talk about safe spaces - rejecting hateful speech, accepting those who are different and flawed, giving people a chance for acceptance – but ironically there’s a real struggle in extending that openness to people outside of the Tumblr subculture.

Come on guys, we’re better than this. You aren’t helping anyone this way. Hate doesn’t erase hate. It never does.

The Phandom has so much creativity and diversity of style and people and topics. We’ve built so much together, had a lot of fun and weathered all kinds of ups and downs over the decade-plus this show has been in existence–an existence, I might add, we owe to Butch Hartman.

So let it go, please. Let’s keep the tag (and our phandom) a positive space!


Real smooth Cullen.


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Scorpio men

Okay soooo…I’ve decided to talk a bit about Scorpio men/boys. First of all, I don’t know any Scorpio boy who isn’t attractive in any possible way. I have been in a relationship with one for more than 10 months and I guess I have changed a bit since that. The thing with Scorpios is that they seem attractive, mysterious, lovable and romantic, but also distant and cold at the same time. They put passion in everything. You might think they’ve given up on what they want, but that’s so wrong. Even if something’s impossible and they know that it is, they keep on fighting and putting everything in it. Sometimes it also scares them that they are so passionate, and they just shut it off and pretend they have no emotions. They push people away and won’t tell them why because they don’t even know why themselves. And yes, maybe they are miserable, selfish and loners sometimes, but fact is that they NEED someone who just understands them and loves them. Sometimes they need this person so much that they search for that perfect person in everyone, so long, that they may have tried it with too many people. This is why people often call them fuckboys or womanizers. But it’s not that they just want a relationship with every pretty woman, it’s just because they need someone and try to find this person because without them, it’s hard for Scorpios. Sure, they have friends and many people who adore them. But most of this relationship are platonic and sometimes shallow. They need something true, something honest. Something where they can be themselves completely, without having to fear of being judged, rejected or even hated for who they are. And if they found this one person, who they finally can trust and open up to, share their secrets with, be funny and laugh with, it’s heaven on earth with a Scorpio man. You are his queen, his best buddy, his secret lover and you have his sudden romantic, vulnerable heart that seemed to be so far away, so distant, so cold. If they once trust you and love you and you feel the same way for them, then please, for god’s sake, don’t ruin it. You won’t find anyone else who cares that much for you like a Scorpio man cares for his woman.

Every time someone is offended I’m prolife I remember all the times that family, past boyfriend, my abuser, teachers, physicians, shamed me and pressured me to abort my children through the entire duration of my pregnancy, sobbing in isolation because I was rejected and hated by people I love and trusted simply because I chose to keep my child.

The second someone can’t use you for their political leverage on this site you’re disposable garbage and really makes me sick. I’ve seen posts about women hive just had abortions on this site and all I’ve done is message them and ask them if they were okay. Privately I prayed for them. Never did I harass them or shame them.

Let me make this clear for everyone, you do NOT get to use disabled women, raped and abused women, life threatening pregnancies, and having a disabled child, as a tool for your abortion argument because you do not have a monopoly on that. Women like me suffer humiliation even from physicians thanks to people like you who think a pregnancy should be terminated due to the situations above. You’re personal story is your own, but stop using the above examples as the “pro choice argument” for people who DONT EVER KEEP THEIR BABY. Because I DID, 4 TIMES.

My choice wasn’t valid to you because you can’t use it as a tool, that’s not prochoice, that’s disgusting.




  1. This is what I stay alive for, godforsaken mortality, blood soaked kisses, barbed wire hugs, splintering rib cages, the ambrosia taste of revenge; I dare you to fall before me, wither in my bloodlust, I am coming for you and you only. 
  2. Cauterize the wound, unheal what your body has stitched back together; I am a river of a bullet hole, visceral, screaming for blood, chanting in ten tongues; I am what awakes in the night, with wide black eyes, these claws are a battle cry.
  3. Monsters become monsters when they are hurt, and I am an oozing festering sore; you took something from me, and I will drag you to hell and back; I will rip apart the galaxy inside me and pull you into my black hole; you will fall to your knees before me and beg for forgiveness, before I cut off your sinful tongue and you will relinquish what you took, what was never yours. 
  4. The child of hope and naïveté; what happens when you let a boy break you, then you break him back; my lifeblood, the inhale and exhale of my lungs; take me back to your bed darling and I’ll rip your throat out in one bite; I am the full moon in all her lust, achingly vulnerable, plumes of smoke escaping from open mouths, fangs for teeth, I bite and you snap, I inject your venom into my veins.
  5. What corrupts and what I love; what makes this body a burning pyre, there is a sun in my veins and she is lionhearted fever, an infection eating me up, she is hungry and you will go up in flames, I swear it so; there is no love in trenches, and this is a war. 
  6. You are the forest I will burn with my rage, and shoot up your ashes until I taste heaven, delirious with love, you are transient and I am all. I am the war wager, I am the original angel that walked this earth, and you are what corrupted me, love.
  7. Wanting to love you but knowing I can’t, so I settle for this, and it burns just as good.