saw this on facebook or something

just saw someone on Facebook post a picture of their child who had just baked something yummy and her mom posted a caption with the tag “#wifeyskills.”

your child is TEN. stop doing this. stop telling girls that when they do something typically feminine (i.e. baking, cooking, cleaning, laundry) that they have “wife skills” or will “make a good wife one day.”

congratulate her on her amazing cooking or baking skills, or her talent and creativity, or her brilliance. stop telling young girls that they’re going to make good wives one day. we do not exist to please men.

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown
Reasons an FP/anyone may not have replied to you yet

I know that a lot of us with BPD- and other disorders such as anxiety, DPD, paranoia etc- can get really worried when those we care about don’t reply- or anyone! We worry they hate us, are angry, are leaving us, are hurt. So, here’s a list of possible reasons why they may not be replying that aren’t those! 

  • They’re asleep. This is kinda subjective to the time they’re in, but this included naps! Sometimes people fall asleep suddenly, or fall asleep before your reply
  • They’re busy. They made need to focus on something, or not be allowed on their phone. Or, they want to save their reply to you for when they can put their full attention on you and give a proper reply
  • They’re unsure how to reply yet. sometimes people need time to think of how to reply, and want to give a proper one
  • They don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. It’s not that they don’t wanna talk to you specifically- they may just be socially drained or want to focus on themselves! 
  • They’re not in a mental place where they can reply to you. This includes perhaps they’re dissociating, or can’t think straight to reply 
  • Their phone is dead. Plain and simple
  • Their wifi dropped. Same again 
  • They’re taking pleasure time. Video games, reading anything. Sometimes people need time to relax- it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy talking to you, they just wanna fully immerse themselves in their activity.
  • They’re interacting with someone/in a situation where it’s not appropriate to use their phone. Maybe at dinner, church, a lesson, anything
  • They suddenly have to deal with something urgent.
  • They forgot. I know this one is scary/hurts- but it doesn’t mean you’re not important to them! Maybe they saw your message whilst busy, thought they need to reply later, then forgot. Some people also have memory issues that mean they forget to reply to things.
  • They’re not logged into what you talk in. This goes esp for facebook/tumblr
  • They havn’t got your message. This can be for lots of reasons! Bad connection, app is broken, phone is slow, anything like that
Johnny Weir’s new costume is suspiciously familiar....

So I was just browsing Facebook earlier and I saw this one post

I don’t know, do the colours look somewhat familiar to you? Maybe a Russian skater in an anime wore something of similar colours?

The colour scheme is a bit too similar to Viktor’s to be a complete coincidence. And let me clarify; I acknowledge that Johnny Weir is a skater and a person of his own, and I am not comparing him to an anime character on baseless grounds. In fact, this American skating champion has revealed that he has watched and loves Yuri!!! On Ice, and the anime has even paid homage to one of his costumes.

To assume that his new costume is inspired by Viktor’s costume for Stammi Vicino might have been a bit of a stretch, but considering his love for the show, it’s not exactly an impossible theory.

Regardless of whether or not the costume is actually based off Viktor’s or not, I’m really excited to see the reveal.

Flute news - Circular flute

So I just saw a photo on facebook of what I thought to be something done on photoshop…

What  you are seeing is in fact real… four flutists playing a circular flute with a woman dancing in the middle… That was the rehearsal and this is the performance:

Looks like some kind of Pagan ritual
and here are what the flutes look like:

So now the question is:  :) What are your thoughts?

@ parents of lgbt+ kids

Having homophobic and/or transphobic parents can actually destroy someone on the inside. It is a soul destroying feeling when those closest to you, the people you grew up with or still are growing up with, won’t accept who you are, or even disown you for simply being who you are.

When I came out as a lesbian my mum didn’t even look at me for a month, let alone talk to me. She told me that lesbians disgust her and she didn’t want a gay daughter. My dad kept telling me repeatedly that I was confused, telling me it was a choice and calling me “dyke” in the process. My grandmother told me I was going to hell, I was damaged, unnatural, dirty, sinful, and still calls it an “unsettling phase”.

Every individual experience is different, but because of the clear message I got off my dad when I was 9 years old and he told me “never come home and tell me you’re gay” I buried my sexuality for years, dated boys, kissed boys, would have gone a lot further with them if I had ever been in a position to do so, sometimes even hoped to end up in that position because I was so desperate to be “normal” even though the thought of doing anything with a boy disgusted me, which in turn filled me with even more self hatred, didn’t tell anyone when I was harassed online by a man twice my age when I was only 13 because I thought it was the least I deserved after having such “unnatural” thoughts. I grew to have so much internalised homophobia due to the fear I had of being gay because my dad had said that to me when I was only 9 years of age. I faked crush after crush on boys, staring at their Facebook profiles willing myself to feel something, anything, yet looking at a random girl in the street and feeling a fire burn inside me, yet still not accepting it, burying it and blocking it out.

I blocked it out as best as possible, talking about boys and acting as straight as possible, especially around my friends, until I was almost 16, when I saw a lesbian couple kiss on BBC television on at 8pm programme, and in that moment, I knew that was what I wanted, I knew that I couldn’t spend my life being something I’m just not, pretending every day of my life. I knew in that moment that I was gay, I knew that I wanted a girlfriend, I knew that I wanted a wife, and for the first time the idea of marriage seemed appealing, and I felt at peace and like I truly knew myself.

So a couple of months later, I told my friends, which took more courage than I knew I had. After that went well, I felt confident enough to tell my parents, encouraged by the good experience of coming out to my friends.

I was a mess when I told my mum. Although I felt confident enough to do it, I was still terrified and shaking and it was the most nerve racking moment of my life. I didn’t mean for it to happen how it did, and I could have told her in a better way, but in that moment I felt I had to, it was the right time for me. After I told her, I went to my room where I sent her a text, which I’m not going to quote entirely because it’s too personal, but it explained everything, I told her the journey of discovering my sexuality, I told her I loved her, I explained my fears, my feelings, my experiences, everything. In response I received a text saying: “I can’t pretend I’m happy about this. I’m not at all, but I love you regardless.” Although I had wanted a proper conversation, I accepted that she was shocked and took the text as acceptance of me. However, later that day, I went downstairs and saw her for the first time since I told her. She was crying and wouldn’t look at me. When I went downstairs, she went upstairs. I tried not to be upset, understanding her shock and giving her time. After a week of not spending more than a minute in a room with her, and not having her look at me once, I decided to try again, so I said to her “we need to talk about this” but she walked away from me. I tried texting so she wouldn’t have to directly talk, but she ignored everything I sent her.

Throughout the month, nothing changed, I was constantly ignored by her, and when she told my dad without consulting me, he just told me I was confused, and shouted at me for upsetting everyone, telling me I was messing up my GCSEs because of my confusion and immature phase, when the only thing endangering my grades was their prejudice and discrimination against their own daughter. As the month progressed, with still no change in either of them, I felt more and more worthless, my internalised homophobia reared its head once more, more prominent than ever, and I considered all sorts of things that I don’t even want to go into, I even looked at conversion therapy at one point because I felt like such a failure and a disappointment to my family, and my grandmother was the worst, calling me damaged and an unnatural sinner constantly.

The day my mum spoke to me again I was so shocked I could barely reply. She acted as though the last month hadn’t even happened, and went on like that for a week, blocking out what had happened, never once mentioning it, evidently hoping that it had all gone away or that her ignoring me had made me bury it again so it couldn’t tarnish our family and I could just live an unhappy life. At the end of that week, I mentioned it. I said “it’s not a phase” and she still wouldn’t talk, which is when I started to show my anger. This is when she told me that lesbians disgust her, spewing the typical hate about hell and morality and sin. Not being able to take it anymore, I locked myself in the bathroom, sat in the bathtub and properly cried for the first time in months. All my emotions came flooding out, and I would say that day was the saddest and most hopeless I’d ever felt. I felt utterly rejected, outcast, like I could never belong, like a disappointment, and a failure as a daughter, as a person.

During an argument with my dad, he called me a dyke, declaring I was damaged and that something had obviously gone drastically wrong during my development to “turn me”.

Those few months I felt so sad, lonely, isolated, rejected, hopeless and crushed. The two most important people in my life practically disowned me, and it took all the fight and courage I had to keep going, to keep pushing on, and I’m glad I did, because I love myself and have never been prouder of who I am, and things are better now, not completely, but they’re better, even though I can’t talk openly, even though I still feel insecure, even though I still tense up every time I so much as approach the subject around my parents, things are better.

All this occurred before and during my GCSE exams, when I should have been studying. My results are due at the end of this month, and I’ve accepted that I’m not going to have done very well, and I tell myself that it’s through no fault of my own. Through everything that was happening, I still found time to study. I tried my hardest but when the people closest to you seem to hate you for being you, it’s kind of hard to concentrate and focus on anything other than the constant throbbing ache inside when you know your parents, the people who made you, the people who raised you, the people who always told you they loved you, don’t accept you.

So parents of LGBTQA+ children and teenagers, please please accept your child. If you weren’t prepared for the possibility of your child not being straight and/or cis, then you shouldn’t have had a child. Simple as that. Your child’s sexuality and gender are just as natural as they hair colour and eye colour. Please, please, please love your children, accept them, support them. Everything I went through could have been avoided had my parents done so. And the scary thing is I was lucky. Some people are thrown out, completely disowned, attacked, some people are even killed. I count myself lucky, and that’s sad. It’s sad that I count myself lucky for being unaccepted by my parents, because some people could tell stories that would make you sick about their coming out, that would make your skin crawl, but this is my story, and I’m sharing it in the hope that it will help young LGBTQA+ individuals, but also in the hope that it will help parents. Please love your children. Accept them. Support them. Tell them you love them. Make them feel accepted. Make them feel supported. Because you could lose them. Far too many young people take their own lives because their parents don’t accept them, simply because of who they want to love.

Love is love, and love is the most important thing.
OCD things (inspired by @ OCD-Blogging)

• It’s been 30 seconds since you texted them & they haven’t answered back. They’re dead. They got in a car accident because they looked at your text. It’s all your fault.
• They left your text on “read.” They hate you & never want to speak to you ever again.
• They texted you back, but something seems off. They aren’t speaking to you the way they usually do. Decode every word, the punctuation, and emojis to find out why.
• You know they saw your text & they didn’t write you back, but they’re on Facebook. They want you to know they hate you because of something you did. Figure it out.
• You’re thinking. Pick at your skin. Run your hands through your hair till it dies and falls out.
• Someone accidentally touched you. Cringe.
• Someone touched you on purpose and without your permission. Try not to flinch. Try not to cringe. You’ll offend them. Try to act like a normal person like you’re not completely insane. Wipe off your skin when they leave or you’ll feel it all day.
• *Gets dressed* It doesn’t feel right. Take it all off and put something else on. You can’t wear this today or it’ll bother you all day & you might have a random anxiety attack in public that no one else saw coming. Then they’ll really think you’re crazy.
• You missed something while tying your shoe. You didn’t do it like you do every other day. Stop and start all over so it flows right or it’ll bother you all day.
• Your hands aren’t occupied. Occupy them. Pick at your face. Touch your hair at your temples or widows peak till it falls out.
• You just had coffee. Amplify your anxiety and OCD symptoms by 1 million.
* Watch where you’re walking. Don’t step on any lines or cracks. You’re not superstitious, it just bothers you.
• *Looks at yourself in the mirror* Your face is uneven. For the next 5 hours, research costs of plastic surgery and plan your trip to see the surgeon, but also look up none surgical measures to fix it just in case it’s possible.
• Someone in public is looking at you. They think you’re weird or disgusting. Hide your face with your hair so they can’t see you & will stop looking.
• Someone gave you a plate of food that’s ‘supposed’ to have grease or oil of some kind. Get hysterical. It grosses you out.
• You messed up the slightest little bit on your makeup. No one else will know, but you will & it’ll bother you all day. Wash it off and start all over even though it’ll take you 2 more hours.

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A/N: My idea for this fic changed a few times because I came up with a series idea….so enjoy the fluff while you can. The relationship between the reader & Jensen has a lot of inspiration from the one I share with my brother-in-law. I basically took something that happened with me & my brother-in-law & adjusted it to fit this story. Enjoy.

Jensen x Sister!Reader

You were scrolling through Facebook while laying on the bed at your brother’s house when JJ came strolling into your room. Looking up from the conversation you were having with your friend on chat you shot JJ a confused look. She looked upset, an emotion you rarely saw on the happy three year old’s face. Placing the laptop on the bed you got up and walked over to her.

“What’s wrong little bird?” You asked her while crouching down to her level.

“Daddy’s leavin’ again tomorrow.” She replied with a pout.

Giving her a sad smile you embraced your niece, “I know,” You told her, “Sucks a lot, doesn’t it?” JJ simply nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Where is your dad anyways?” You questioned her.

“Wif mama, Arrow, and Zeppy.” She responded, letting out a sigh. With JJ’s words you couldn’t help but squeeze her a little tighter. Jensen and Danneel had been worried about JJ feeling left out with the birth of the twins. Their fear had led to them asking you to move in with them. You could help Danneel with the kids, spend time with your family, and it gave you more time to work on the screenplay you had been writing.

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zimbits facebook au

Here’s some ramble for a zimbits (what? whoda thunk) alternate meeting thing.

Samwell has a missed connections page on Facebook. All our favs follow it, mainly for lols and as a procrastination method. Like any good zimbits-at-samwell au, Bitty is not on the hockey team. He’s just a regular, non-athletic student (well he’s athletic, but, like, not on a team on campus, you get what I’m saying).

Jack takes photos still because I love incorporating photography into my fics. So he takes a photo, let’s say of some geese, and when he’s looking through the photos later, he notices Bitty in the background of one of them. It’s not in a creepy, “oh my god that person is so sexy I’m want to date/bone them” way, more like “do I know this person from somewhere?”

So anyway, Jack maybe mentions it at team bfast and people are like “we’re going to solve the shit outta this case! Let’s get us a floral van and a dog!”. Impressive sounding, but really all they do is post the photo to the Facebook page (Samwell Campus Missed Connections) with like a “if anyone knows who this is, please let the hockey captain know because he recognizes you but can’t remember where from and it’s bugging him and driving us mental”… or something to that effect.

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❤️📚❤️📚❤️📚❤️📚❤️

translations:
“tangina u fuckin gaya gaya” = motherfucker you fucking copycat
“kilig” = happy, giddy feels/butterflies caused by romantic attraction or a crush? frisson?? I can’t think of a direct translation, sorry. (-_-;)
“ok to ah” = this is ok

So I just saw this on Facebook, and it made me really want to do something similar.

I haven’t seen my bf in over a year, and the last time we spent V-day together was 2 years ago.

I don’t have much money (he’s more of a homemade gift person anyway) so I want to do this real special something for him to show him how much I love him.

If you could write out the following message (yes, by hand), hold it up in front of either a favourite place of yours from wherever you’re living or just something red/valentine-themed (like this person did), then take a picture…

.. I would be soooo grateful and more than happy to return the favour (message me).

What I want the note to say is:

Tamara’s love for Mike is so big it reached …

(replace the ‘…’ with whatever your location is.)

I would love to get as many of these as I can, from all sorts of places in the world, and make a collage or something of them and send it to him on the 14th. 

Hopefully he likes it.

If you can’t participate in this, if you could at least reblog it for attention that would be fantastic! (Please message me if you have done this, also, because it’ll be faster than going through all the notes (if I get more than 2 that is, lol) looking for your reblog.)

Camp Headcanons (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Anon. requested: “This could be hc or a fic but reader and Evan go to a wilderness camp (trees!!) (they don’t know that the other is going) they end up thinking Evans name is a girls name (like evana or something like that idk) and you get put in a cabin together (like each cabin has two people or something ) and it’s too late to change so you spend the summer basically living together and find out you actually really like each other maybe smut idk”

THIS IS REALLY LONG SORRY

I liked this a lot!!! So here’s my first headcanon feel free to request more!!!

*fem!reader btw

Warnings: smut smut smUT SMUT

••••

-Heidi probably saw the camp on Facebook and signed Evan up bc “you need to get out of the house” and “you’ll like it look at all the nature!! Trees!!!”
-hes low key hype bc there’s so many new trees!! he’s only seen pictures of them!!! now he’ll get to go and see them irl!!
-but also high key anxious™ because he knows he’ll have to interact with all new people
-and he’s not all excited about having to share cabins with people but hey at least it’s boys with boys and girls with girls, right? (wrONG)
-you’re going bc you wanted a change of scenery
-you’re v outdoorsy and have unfortunately already seen everything to see in your town nature wise, and even been on hikes and walks outside your town.
-you saw the camp and were like “why not, new people, new scenery”
-you and Evan go to the same school btw you know each other but don’t talk. You’ve seen him around and smile at him in hallways and class and such but it’s just bc you’re nice.
-usually he tries to smile back but just averts his eyes and walks
-you’re just so nice to him?? and he doesn’t understand but he definitely has a low key crush on you
-like you know what I mean he isn’t pining after you very much but he low key would date you and wants to ask you out but he’s so anxious and you’re so pretty?
-you get to the camp first and go to information station and get ur cabin # and roomie name
-it says Evana Hansen (eh-vawn-uh)
-“wow what a cool name hehe that sounds a lot like that Evan kid at school wonder if they’re related”
-“wow that would suck if they are why would you name your kids so closely” ((side note fun fact my friends Mom almost named her and her twin Alexander and Alexandria yikes))
-so you go to the cabin and choose a bed and start putting some clothes in the dresser and closet on that side of the cabin
-door opens, you turn around to greet evana
-ur met with a very red, shocked, Evan
-“oh, hey? I think you have the wrong cabin, sorry?”
-“n-no so-orry they, uh, they had my n-name as E-evana? A-and though I-I-I was a girl I g-guess, sorry”
-“oh, haha, that sucks. Well, hey roomie, I’m y/n”
-hes just so shook bc you’re not like freaking out?? He thought you’d say he was a creep and that he probably hoped they’d think he was a girl and put him in a cabin with a girl or something
-but you’re so nice to him and you introduce himself and then the whole “I know” scene happens"
-“you know?” “Yeah well I’ve just seen you in science class and you know a lot about nature and trees and stuff and I just really like trees” or something along those lines
-you ask him his favorite tree and he’s so shocked bc!! That’s like such a weird thing for someone to have and you actually thought he might have a fav tree!! And he does!!
-you guys talk for a while about trees and nature in general until it’s time for dinner and then he’s all nervous about it
-so he’s definitely fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and you notice and recognize his tick and carefully take his hand in yours
-he jumps a bit and at first you’re like “ah shit sorry I should’ve asked you just looked nervous i was trying to help calm you”
-and he just kinda stutters that is okay but he’s blushing so much
-so for the next couple weeks of camp you guys have this best friends relationship and talk and hang out even when you don’t have to and stay up late talking together
-and then there’s a few movie events at camp where you can lay out a blanket on the lawn and watch horror movies (mostly cabin in the woods type bc teenagers are fucking masochists) on a big screen
-you love horror movies and were hype to go and Evan is like meh not so much but he’s still gonna go he’s just gonna probably cry a lil bit
-but he ends up getting the courage to ask you out to go
-“do y-you maybe wanna, go to th-th-that, uh, that horror m-movie, uh, to-together? I mean I guess we’re already going together but like together together like as a d-date” he speaks hella fast and ur just
-“Evan, honey, calm down, yes I’d love to go on a date with you” and he’s just a happy blushing mess
-you kiss his cheek and go out to the dining hall and he blushes again
-he doesn’t know you heard him go “yES!” when you left but you did and giggle until he catches up to you.
-low key holding hands under the table from now on
-so Evans a nervous wreck during the movie bc it’s scary and creepy
-and it’s Friday the 13th so he’s all kinda of freaking out bc there’s a big lake near the camp you’re at
-(you notice he tries to stay far from the lake there ever since y'all watched the movie)
-you see this and stroke your thumb on his hand
-jump scares definitely scare and make him jump and he squeezes your hand a bit each time so you just lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his cheek every once in a while
-he’s hella blushy at the nude scenes
-but y'all survive the movie and hold hands walking back to the cabin
-and you get there and he’s still hella freaked out so when you come out of the bathroom after putting in pajamas you see him sitting on his bed fidgeting and sit next to him and just hug him
-after a few minutes you get up to go to your own bed and he just holds on
-“p-please don’t l-leave”
-so you cuddle all night and it’s kinda awkward and clumsy but it’s still so warming and comforting
-you guys keep going to some of the movies but none of the really creepy cabin in the woods ones (no matter how much you want to)
-you take the time that almost all of camp is at movies to go on cute little dates and walks together and you just talk and maybe make out a little (you guys had your first kiss the morning after that first movie and like two weeks later he got comfortable enough to do some light making out)
-and then sometime a month and a half after y'all do the nastayyyy
-okay but they’re playing Nightmare On Elm Street and you both decided the last thing Evan needs is to be afraid to sleep so you guys definitely skip this one.
-You chill out at the cabin instead and just talk and cuddle
-you guys kiss and start to make out
-you were both sitting on his bed (which is both of yours now lets be real yall fall asleep cuddling there like every night) at first but after like five minutes you’re straddling him and sitting in his lap with your arms around his neck loosely.
-you can definitely feel the tent in his pants get bigger after you’ve been sitting in his lap for a while and moved a bit to adjust your position and pull back
-“o-oh go-od i-I’m sorry I-I get it I-if y-you wanna dump m-me and g-get a n-new cabin n-now”
-“Evan it’s fine… do you want me to, maybe, help you out?” ;))
-“oh, uh, y-yeah, I-if you want though”
-so you go back to making out and slowly make your way to his jawline and neck and start with kissing lightly but after a moment you’re giving him hickeys around the neckline of his t-shirt.
-he just mOANS but he’s so embarrassed by it and blushes
-he’s rolling and unrolling the hem of your shirt now and you pull back and put your hands on It like you’re gonna take it off
-you look at him like ‘is this okay?’ And he just nods (a little excitedly and it’s just so cute’
-so you slowly take your shirt off and fling it onto your bed and he just doesn’t know what to do so you slowly take his hands, again checking to make sure it’s okay, and direct them to your chest.
-at first they just sit there but eventually he starts to slowly massage them
-you bite your lip and ur slightly holding back a moan but also wishing he would pick up the pace a bit
-you reach for his shirt and he tenses but give you the okay and you take it off and fling it to yours
-your hands instantly rest on his chest and you’re just shook because he seems like he’d be a baby and have like no hair but he’s got a hella hairy chest
-and it def turns you on a bit more
-after some more making out he eventually lets his hands travel to your back and he fumbles with the clip but gets your bra off pretty fast
-Youre hella impressed like that was good for his first time
-he kisses your lips and slowly and hesitantly travels down to kiss your jaw and then collarbone and then the top of your breast
-he leaves a hickey there and you just let out a moan and man that turns him on
-this boy definitely could get off to your pleasure and moans
-after a while you stand to take off your shorts and he slips his off too real quick
-you push him to lay back on the bed and climb on top and straddle him again
-you grind down a bit and he lets out a groan and it’s so deep and turns you tf on
-you lean down and kiss his Adam’s apple and then down his neck and leave more hickeys on his his collarbone and he moans and rests his hands on your waist
-he’s rubbing the fabric of your panties between his thumb and finger and you can tell he’s low key itching to get it off so you stand up to do so and he has this look of realization
-“uh, do you have a condom?”
-at first you’re like shit and upset but remember you have a few still in your backpack
- thank god ou never empty the small pockets and you brought this bag
-hes so relieved and watches as you take your panties off and walk over and slowly pull his boxers down
-hes leaning against his elbows (and looks hella hot with the amount of hickeys and his swollen lips and bare chest) and blushes when his member springs free
-youre kinda rushing and rip the condom open and quickly put it on his cock and he’s just biting his lip
-“have you ever done this before?” “N-no, sorry, I-is that a problem?” “No, it’s fine, babe, I’m just gonna take the lead”
-climbing on top again you give him a gentle kiss and sit up, slowly lowering yourself onto him
-he suppressed a moan and you bite your lip, making sure he’s okay before you start riding him
-hes a groaning mess and he slowly stars to thrust up every time you slam down onto him
-your hands travel to his hair and you lace your fingers through it
-he definitely finds this hot and has a kink like this, not necessarily hair pulling but just running fingers through his hair
-your eyes are closed so you don’t notice his hands move to rest on your waist until they’re there and then his thumb is at your core
-you shudder a bit at the contact and he slowly starts to rubs your clit a bit and you moan so loud
-you both come within a minute after that and when your done you tie up and throw the condom away and cuddle
-after putting on underwear at least because you both agree sheets and blankets on your dick/vagina is hella weird feeling
-needless to say you both are very glad you came to camp :) ;)
-youre both glad you came to camp because you both came at camp ((BRB DELETING MY BLOG IM SORRY FOR THAT))

haruharu1208  asked:

hey cami, i just saw something on facebook that when you put together the thumbnail of love part 1 and 2 you can see asriel stopping frisk and betty, so did you did that on purpose ?

NO WAY! It was all magic, a miracle I say!! What an incredible coinciden- of course it was, yes… like… dude…

Lin-Manuel Miranda On His Love Song For Puerto Rico And Unity In the Face of Insufficient Government Aid

Billboard: You’ve been quite vocal on social media regarding getting lack of aid to Puerto Rico, yet there is nothing political about this track. Why?

I don’t know that I agree with you. I wrote this song the day after the hurricane hit Puerto Rico. And one, we realized this storm was the worst storm to hit the island in modern history, and its name was Maria. And that’s the name of my favorite song from West Side Story.  So I thought, how can I flip that negative connotation into something [positive] for Puerto Rico?  

And the other thing that happened was in the wake of the hurricane, there was this terrible silence where we [Puerto Ricans who live off the island] just didn’t hear anything. The power grid was destroyed, there was no cell service. And what I saw most on Facebook or Twitter were my friends and my family listing the names of towns: “My godmother is in Hatillo; My uncle is in Isabela.” These towns that I know so well because our island is not that big. I thought I could work all 78 towns in Puerto Rico into the lyrics of this song and if we did our job right, these towns will never be forgotten again. It’s the shared ancestry. Whenever you meet somebody from Puerto Rico, you go, “De dónde eres? (Where are you from?) Your town is your identifier. I thought of lyrics that would unite us.

So, that was your political statement: We are all united by our little towns in this island?

Absolutely. And the diaspora – at this point, there are more Puerto Ricans living outside of Puerto Rico than in it – we are all descendants of these towns. That’s where we come from.  

What do you think of the government response to Puerto Rico? What could they have done differently?

Here’s the reality: This is an unprecedented disaster and that requires an unprecedented response. I’m hopeful. If you look at my Twitter feed you’ll see little kids breaking their piggy banks and donating to Puerto Rico. You’ll see companies matching donations from their employees. You’ll see teenagers packing supplies. I’ve been so overwhelmed by how giving the American people and people all over the world, have been. If the government could only match the response of its people towards our recovery, we’d be all right.  I think it’s been well documented that it’s been slow and it’s been insufficient commensurate to the challenge ahead.

Do you think the government’s relationship with Puerto Rico has changed with this administration, or is it the same as ever?  

I know this was the worst natural disaster in 100 years and we still received a fraction of the troops that Irma or Harvey received. Even though there are the additional challenges of being an island, [there’s] all the more reason to be prepared and have a response. Anything short of that is the humanitarian crisis you’re seeing.  

Do you feel there is a new pride in being Latin now and even second, third generation Latins are wearing that badge more proudly than before?

You’re talking to the wrong guy about that because there was never a moment in my life where that wasn’t a thing worth celebrating. There are two responses when you are coming to this country from another country. Assimilation or you put your bandera (your flag) around your neck and you get a whistle and go to the Puerto Rican day parade. My family was with bandera, always, even though I went to a school where I was one of the only Latino kids there. But I think that experience is very personal. I know Latinos who don’t speak a word of Spanish and could school me on Puerto Rican history. And I also know Latinos who speak fluent Spanish and couldn’t tell you the first thing. Every journey is personal.

Go to Billboard to read the rest of the interview on the Latinx influence on pop culture and the making of the song.

Right now, it’s just me and you. We’re all stressed, overwhelmed, feeling anxious about things and especially because we spend so much time on the Internet. We’re having all of these conversations in our mind, especially when you’re thinking about oh, drama happening in school, on Facebook, or oh, drama happening with my favourite fandom on Twitter or oh, I saw this argument. There’s just a lot of noise in your head, we are reading all of these imaginary conversations from the Internet. And before the Internet, I don’t think this happened, because people had real human interactions or watched TV but now because so much of our communication is reading text and voices in our heads, we have this constant noise in our minds and meditating is something very good where you take a moment to just be quiet. Still. Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing. Try as hard as possible to empty your mind of all that shouting, of all the imagining, of all the people typing, and talking on the Internet. Like forget what’s trending. Forget what is the thing that’s happening that you need to talk about because everyone is talking about it. And just be like ‘it’s just me, I’m alone, there’s nobody in my head’. Try to connect to the physical world, if there’s no one in the same room as you, then be like 'I’m just a person, alone in a room’. Think about what you’re touching, what’s touching you. Just breathe in and out. And if you do that for like ten minutes you’ll be like way more relaxed and stuff. It’s something I should do more often but I don’t, so I just freak out all the time.
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@danisnotonfire during his live show on the 14th of March 2017

Quotes from Dan (37/?)

An introduction to mediation with Dan. I really need to get back into doing this stuff because I also freak out all the time.

  • *After something weird probably*
  • A: Listen here you lil' shit, can you stop being weird for like five seconds?
  • B: HELL NO. I'M GONNA RUN NAKED THROUGH AN ICE CREAM STORE.
  • B: Actually no, no I'm not. That would be gross and wrong and really really cold.
  • A: ...Why in the hell am I dating you?
  • B: Because no-one else was willing to date you.
  • A: Listen here you little shit-