she would have been so proud of you

for such a long time the word lesbian was so foreign and scary to me. growing up, i had the mindset that “its okay to be gay… but i’m not gay.”  if you were to tell twelve year old me that i would someday label myself as gay, she would have scoffed.  more so, she would have gotten incredibly defensive and mad.  i was so brainwashed into thinking i was straight for so long. so terrified to even think about my sexual orientation as anything but heterosexual. being able to call myself a lesbian isn’t just a label for me, its empowering. it makes me feel brave. it makes me feel proud. i am reclaiming a dirty word that has been thrown around like a slur for my whole life. 

We didn’t kiss. Maybe it would all have been different if we had; if she’d planted her feet straight through the ground and stayed there long enough for me to taste the bubblegum on her mouth one last time. Maybe she would have remembered something important and stayed. Instead, she just smiled, her golden hair dry and shining while water soaked through my clothes and clung to my eyelashes. Her dress was clinging to her thighs, and I watched the yellow sunflowers mold themselves onto her legs.

“See you soon,” she said, looking at me one last time before turning on her heels. It was more of a goodbye than I’d ever gotten before, and I was struck still with it. I knew that, beyond anything, I would never see her again, that she had packed up the last of us in her boxes and moved on, but I wanted to believe that she meant it.

She slammed the van door shut behind her and they pulled away, the U-Haul rumbling behind them—a faithful dog full of memories. She didn’t look back until they got to the end of the street, where her entire body turned to look at me through the rain-streaked window of the trunk. She puffed out a breath, fogging up a small circle of the window, and pressed her mouth to it, then she was gone. A cloud of smoke trailed after her the way most things did, and then nothing but the wet sound of tires on the soaked street.

I wondered if she ever wished the rain could touch her. If the rain was ever sad that it couldn’t.

—  excerpt from “Halo”, a short story by Caitlyn Siehl

the bridge of better man is haunted by intense, bittersweet introspection, and with words like “you would’ve been the one if you were a better man”, there was something powerfully beautiful about taylor’s backup singers harmonising right by her side for the final chorus; it was almost as if to evoke how in light of the complex emotions taylor had been filtering through, sometimes in the quietest of hours, with support, strength and newfound hope, she would have the courage to keep moving forward


I couldn’t find a Gohan one so I just made one for you

Hearing @taylorswift transition from This Is What You Came For which she wrote with the guy who “would’ve been the one if he was a better man” a song about being confident in love and happy to Better Man, a soulful damn you heartbreak anthem where “the bravest thing she ever did was run” has me like a crumpled up piece of paper lying here. 

Taylor I am so proud of you for performing these songs tonight. I have faith my own demons will mend. Thank you so much. You’ve saved my life again tonight 
Taylor. I ❤️ you 


To most of it, anyway–I explained about being nonbinary and told them my pronouns and it actually went better than I was afraid it would! 

And after I explained, my grandmother said in a concerned voice “…so…you don’t have a boyfriend OR a girlfriend?”

and I was like “…uh. no, but I am bi, also, so I do like girls and guys about equally…if I ever do date someone, I’ll let you know and let you meet them?”

And then she looked relieved, like THAT was what she had been worrying about, which was really nice!

(my 13-year-old cousin texted me afterwards that she was proud of me for telling the family, and so did my older cousin J, so both of those things were really nice, too!)


anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about how Emma looked 100x happier when she was telling her family about the engagement than when she actually got engaged....

Ever since we got it when I wasn’t sleeping or in class since then, yeah, maybe my mind wandered?  😏

It’s so sad, she just wants to be normal… She wants them to be proud of her. She is so proud of succeeding, of going through the motions of life and checking off the marks. She never thought she would be able to fit in like that. Have that life.

We’ve always recognized the “Love is weakness” as something negative, but if you look at it, Emma’s “Love is strength” could have a different meaning than “Love can fuel, and give energy.” What if it means that it takes an effort to love for her, because she’s been told she has to love other people than the ones she loves.

Again, so many references to conversion therapy on this show. If you’ve been taught that you have to go against yourself, then it takes mental strength to hang in there. It becomes like sports training. Training yourself to feel something you don’t, training yourself to fit the mold. So if love is strength for Emma, maybe it means that it takes everything out of her to love in the way that is expected of her. Maybe it takes literal strength because she has to go against her nature to achieve it… and in that scenario Hook is just a tool, someone she needs to lead that life and make her family proud.

…I think I just made myself sad.

anonymous asked:

My girlfriend died by suicide two years ago, in my darkest hours I want to join her. In my stronger hours, i know I am blessed to have been her boyfriend. She gave me so much hope to transition, she gave me so much hope that one day I would finally be the man I should've been physically born as. I just want to make her proud you know?

Thats so inspiring, wow..
Please keep pushing through and be the man she knew you were 💙

(Also, I’m sorry for your loss 💙)

Poor potato, that’s a pretty appropriate reaction considering he probably doesn’t know Pearl isn’t actually dead.

If she really isn’t actually dead…



Well it was pretty obvious by this point but i want to feel proud of myself.

So i assume the gems, except Amethyst, haven’t done that before, and Amethyst getting killed would have been sometime when Steven wasn’t around.

So it takes fairly long for gems to regenerate their physical bodies, does it value between gems, or is it a fixed amount of time?

anonymous asked:

This the angst anon back again to request those headcanons about each champions final moments at the hands of their respective ganon-blight.

Why do you guys hate yourselves this much??? WHy do you hate my heart this much??? (jk I got you fam)

I’m going to do a special format for these, so tell me what you guys think!

Final Moments (Champions)

Urbosa - Failure. She had failed them. Her people, Princess Zelda, Link. Riju. Precious Riju- the guards will watch over her, but even then, if only she could know how proud her mother was of her. Her honor may have been stripped from her, but if she could not be victorious in life, than she’d simply have to reclaim it in death. As the life drained out of her fallen body, broken the ground, she gave a final smile. This would not be the end of it all. The fight would continue.

And she would be there to witness it.

Mipha - Sorrow. There was no escape for her here, pinned against the wall as the final blow came at her. Father, brother, teacher- ‘I’m so sorry, I have failed you…’ No amount of healing could stop the fate that had fallen upon her. Link- please, Link- come and stop this darkness from hurting her family, please. And when she was dead, and he stopped this darkness, she’d heal him from the great beyond to ensure that there was a chance to heal the pain her death had caused. 

Revali - Legacy.  Would he be remembered as a fallen hero, or as an arrogant man who got the ending some he thought he deserved? Staggering, his wings are too destroyed to be able to avoid the next -last- attack, but he was a warrior. If he could not fight back, then he would stand against death in defiance. He would not be known as the coward who begged, who cried. No. He would be the warrior who upheld the Rito way to the bitter end. That brat- Link, he would set things right. He knew it. This fight would not end here.

Daruk- Family. He’s laughing from the ground, stuck watching as that final blow comes straight for his face, nailing that final nail in the grave. He may not survive this, but his family? They would. And they would continue to live on this mountain. And fight back. Will he survive this, no. But they will. And they will continue the ways of the mountain long after he is gone. And they would remember he went done with laughter, knowing that when he fell, he would still live on in them, and the darkness? It would fall. 

Most Heartwarming Moment

Josuke offering to help Jotaro walk (even though he can fix his cane) at 36%. We were all waiting for this reunion, and despite Joseph’s hat this was a really sweet scene. So sweet, even Koichi teared up. I don’t blame him, Josuke has a soft heart hidden under that punk exterior.

In second place at 27.9% is something I didn’t even have originally, the entire epilogue scene with UNITS Great Days in the background. Pick one? Nah. Cry at the entire epilogue you know how emotional the jojos make you. 

Third place was Reimi’s farewell, and something that made me and 18.2% of voters cry possibly. Reimi was such a good girl and I’m so proud of her and it was so bittersweet but at least she and Arnold are happy now.

Since epilogue scene wasn’t in originally I want to mention what WOULD have maybe been in third place and it’s Jotaro holding a baby (6.7%)

A very important picture.

A popular other option was Okuyasu returning back to life, and I realize that I have made a gureato mistake in not including that. My apologies.

The Boy Who Broke the Record - Fred Weasley au

Hello, I’m Callie and i’m the new Co-Admin. So, I have had this idea for a bit and have been working on it for a while. First of all, I’m just going to warn you that Fred does not appear until the end of this chapter, just because the backstory is SUPER important for this story and for the ***^character development^***. Please let me know if you want me to continue this, I have a lot of really good ideas for it and I would love to play them out!! So enjoy :)) (Also keep in mind that this is an american, non-magical au)

Heads turned as she walked through the school wearing the uniform she was so proud of. The black pants hugged tight at her thighs and the crimson red shirt had the words Westerburg Lions in curly font across the front. She sauntered with her shoulders back and head held high. It was moments like these when Rhiannon felt like she belonged, like she mattered. Today was the playoff game that would take the school softball team to the national championships and it was all anyone could talk about. Softball was the school’s favorite sport to pay attention to in the spring season and it’s only gotten more popular. Despite all of the positive attention the sport gets, Rhiannon was never the popular type, so the whispers and admiring glances thrown in her direction were a nice change. She let the eager whispers carry her all the way to the back doors, where the softball diamond sat just beyond a dusty gray fence.

“Hey.” The blonde haired girl popped up next to her. She also wore the red uniform and tight black baseball pants.

“Hey Alice.” Rhiannon stated, as the girl smiled at her. “You ready for today?” Rhiannon smiled and rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

“Hell yeah!” she chuckled, her ponytail swaying behind her. “Oh hey!” She hit Rhi’s shoulder softly with her hand, “I thought I should tell you that there are going to be scouts from UCLA watching the game. Rumor has it that they’re scouting for pitchers.” Alice gave a wide smile, being Rhiannon’s best friend, she was always looking out for her and her future. Alice was Rhiannon’s favorite person in the entire world and the fact that this news came from her lifted her spirits.

Rhiannon could feel her heart pound against her chest so hard at the prospect of pitching on the UCLA softball team, that she thought it might jump out of her chest. She couldn’t help but let the smile creep onto her face as she turned to Alice with wide and excited eyes, “Pitchers? Are they here to scout me?”

Alice shrugged and gave a wry smile. “Either way, they’re going to love you.” She smiled and gave Rhiannon a hug. “I’m going to go warm up, wanna come?” Rhiannon nodded.

They both hopped over the fence that separated the outfield from the school’s back door and walked across the field to where the team was warming up. The team greeted them happily and made competitive small talk while throwing a ball back and forth, each time getting farther and farther apart. Rhiannon smiled at the team, filled with joy at being able to play the sport.

“OK ladies huddle up!” the coach called them over with a loud yell and a whistle. We run to her, a competitive look plastered on our faces. “I want a good game today. We’re here to win!” She raised her fist into the air with pride. “We’re the home team, so let’s get our gloves and hit that field!” We all run onto the field and she claps us each on the back as we leave the dugout.

Rhiannon walks up to the pitcher’s mound, her cleats making a familiar scraping sound as she walked. She stood there and glanced around the stands. Her eyes fell on a group of individuals in suits, looking at her and whispering. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a deep breath in, preparing to throw her first of three warm up pitches. She winds up and sends the first directly into Alice’s glove, which is waiting just behind home plate. The next two find their way to the same spot, and Rhiannon smirks confidently.

She watches the first batter step up to the plate. She’s a tall girl with medium brown hair and broad shoulders. Rhiannon waves her hand in the air to tell her team to back up, she would be a big hitter. The batter smirks and wiggles the bat, stomping her feet like an angry bull. Rhiannon bent down and rubbed the warm dirt on her hands before slipping her hand back into the glove. She winded the pitch up and released it. There was the familiar sound of the bat hitting the ball and Rhiannon watched as the batter took of running, but the ball reached our first baseman before she could. One down, two to go. The next two batters were easy strikeouts and the top of the inning was over after about seven minutes.

Rhiannon walked to check the lineup and saw that she was first to bat. She smiled, grabbing her helmet, batting gloves, and Easton bat. She slipped the gloves on then slapped the helmet on. Rhiannon watched the pitcher take her three warmup pitches and then she headed up to the plate. She smirked, spinning her yellow and black bat in her hand. Rhiannon watched the pitcher wind up and got ready to swing at the ball. The pitcher released it and Rhiannon swung with her full force, hearing the bat make contact she turns and takes off running.

Rhiannon hit first base at full speed and then rounded it, seeing that the ball was still in the outfield, she knew she could make it. As she rounds first, the base slips from the support that holds it and Rhiannon slides to the ground. She hears an aching crack and watches as her left hip takes an unnatural position. The pain is as blinding as the grotesque position her leg has taken. Her hip, which was once aligned with her torso, was now pushing to the far left, leaving a large hump-like bump on her side. She cried out in pain before losing consciousness.

3 Months Later

“OK Rhiannon, how has the pain been recently?” Abby, her physical therapist says as she moves her hip around in a small circle.

She winces. “Fine, the discomfort is still there but I can walk normally.” Rhiannon’s voice was monotone and sad, with a hint of pain from the exercises.

“Good.” Abby smiles and takes her hands off of Rhiannon’s leg. “I have a suggestion that you are going to like.” Rhiannon raises a curious eyebrow. “I think it’s time for you to start playing sports again.”

Ever since her accident, Rhiannon has not been able to do anything that might stress her hip or legs. For a short time this included walking, so she was confined to a wheelchair, and when she wasn’t in the wheelchair she was in her bed, staring at the ceiling fan go in circles. But the recovery wasn’t the issue for Rhiannon, the issue was that she would never play softball again, and if she did she would never play just the same. She knew that this ‘sport’ Abby had mentioned would be nothing but an attempt to get her mind off of the activity she should be doing.

“I think that you should join your school’s swim team.” Rhiannon sighed, somehow let down. “I know it’s not softball hun, but it will help you hip and it might get you an almost full recovery.” Abby sighed and began writing a note. “Here, take this and give it to your school’s swim coach. I want you to start tomorrow.” She handed Rhiannon a yellow note with specific instructions on the care of her hip. “You’re done sweetie, go on home and rest.”

Rhiannon scoffed. “Rest from what.” she grabbed her bag and checked out, thanking Abby with a flat tone.

The ride home was quiet, her mother stopped asking her about the sessions a long time ago, so they rode the 10 minutes back home in silence. Rhiannon fiddled with the yellow note in her hand. How is swimming going to do anything for me? She sighed, getting out of the car as soon as her mother pulled into the driveway.

She went into her room and checked the clock. It read 8:30pm. Rhiannon undressed and got in her comfortable house clothes, flinching as she lifted her leg to put on her pant leg. She then collapsed on her bed and watched the familiar ceiling fan take its noble course.

Monday 3pm

Rhiannon’s day had gone as it usually does now that she doesn’t play softball. She stays the whole school day, unable to leave and escape to the field. The bell rings, releasing them from the tedious lessons and lectures. She sighs, opening the locker at the end of the hall and placing her books in it. Her eyes fall to the bag filled with a towel and swim gear. Today would be the first day that she attended a swim team practice. She picked up the bag and marched down the stairs that led to the pool beneath the gym.

She enters the slightly humid area and is confronted with the sound of chatter coming from the changing rooms on either end of the pool. Rhiannon finds the girls room and enters. She’s greeted with several unfamiliar faces.

“Uhm hi.” Rhiannon say, brushing her short brown hair out of her face.

“Hi!” a girl with curly brown hair says. “I’m Sarah. I’m the female captain of the team. We knew you’d be coming today.” She smiles slightly. “You can set your bag on one of the benches and change. We’re going to be at dryland in 15.”

“Oh uhm, I’m Rhiannon and thanks.” Rhi smiled softly and turned to change.

She changes rather quickly before putting all of her things back into her bag so that they don’t get wet. She opens the door and glances around, seeing several people setting out blue yoga mats. Stretching. Rhiannon sighs, walking over to the mats in her plain back swimsuit. She pulls one out and sits on the squishy blue surface.

“Hi.” a voice says from above her. She raises her eyes and is greeted by a tall red-headed boy. She stands.

“Uhm hi.” she smiles slightly. The boy was a good 8 inches taller than her, as she stood at only 5’2 ½. He had a lean build, but strong arms and legs.

“I’m Fred Weasley. I’m the male team captain.” He gives her a wide smile, displaying a row of pearly white teeth.

“I’m Rhiannon Goodman.” She smiled, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. What has gotten into me.

“It’s good to have you on the team.” He looks Rhi up and down, pausing on her left hip. “I was sorry to hear about your accident. I’ve seen you play. You’re really excellent.” He gave a sweet smile.

She was a bit taken back. No one had been so straightforward about her accident. She was accustomed to sideways glances, and whispers, and vague ‘how are you doing’s. She inhaled before speaking. “Yeah, it sucks. Not being able to do what you love.” she replied, not wanting to get into the details.

“Well maybe you’ll find something else that you love.” He smiled at her one more time before walking to his own mat, hesitating a moment. Her heart pounded against her chest.

She sighed, sitting down and exhaling. Huh. He glanced behind him one more time, making eye contact with her and smiling. 


I really hope you enjoyed this heaping piece of garbage. Please let me know if you want me to continue it (which I will probably do regardless). THanks :)

- Callie (@pansiparkinsn)

darkcloud-kcalifornia  asked:

So... do you think Minako was willing tell Usagi about how she defeated the monster hordes this one time with super farting powers during "tell the princess awesome stories about myself" time (you can't tell me this doesn't exist), or did that story have to wait until one night when she was incredibly drunk?

I think Minako would save it, but not out of any sense of embarrassment, but for the right exact perfect moment to make Rei spit her drink everywhere.


“I legitimately killed someone with them once, don’t even give me that look. You guys got off easy.”

Mako has never been so deeply invested in someone’s dietary consumption as she is Minako.


Imagine this; Adrienette is married, Mari’s preggy and having moodswings and stuff wakes Adrien up in the middle of the night craving for camembert. It would be weird tbh XD also Adrien sees Plagg making a ‘proud of your wife’ face

I’ve never been a fan of the whole “wife crankily wakes husband up in the middle of the night because she’s craving something” idea. I know it happens since I know people who’ve done it, but I don’t think Mari would be the type. Being pregnant doesn’t make you handicapped. You can very well get up and get food yourself.

So I present you Mari raiding the fridge with Plagg (sorry I don’t draw kwamis as well as @kwamikwami. Totally had to use your art as reference.)

anonymous asked:

as salam aleikum, my friend is ready to revert to islam, we are both in college. i am so proud of her because i have been praying for years that her heart would turn to islam insha’Allah. now she is ready to say her shahada. i am just wondering about hijab, obviously she is required to cover as soon as she reverts, i wear niqab but i figure it would be easier to start her on regular hijab? what do you think?

Wa Alaykum as-Salaam!

Alhamdulillah! I am very happy to hear that your friend is ready to revert. May Allah be pleased with you and grant you the best of this dunya and akhirat for making dua for her and showing the beauty of Islam to her. Ameen.

Ask your friend how her family would react. If her family will not support her decision she might need to take it slow with the hijab in the beginning. This is crucial sister. Some parents can give hard time to revert so it’s important she does not go under heave pressure at the beginning without being strong in faith. Learning and practicing slowly is very essential. We have seen many examples of revert sisters going fast and after some time leaving Islam because of the pressure. Please remember that the Qur'an was completed in 23 years and the ayahs in Maccah times were mostly about Tawheed, Prophethood, and Akhirat. In the first years of Islam most of the Sahabah had to hide their imaan.

She should focus on tawheed first. The next goal should be praying 5 times a day regularly.

Please send me an IM so we discuss in detail how you guys should handle it insha'Allah

And Allah knows best

I was tagged by my lovely friend Liz (@azuher)💖 .  I hope you have a lovely day/night and I’m so happy to be friends with you!!

Rules: Choose 5 friends of yours and write a 3-5 sentence paragraph about each of them. Then tag 5 other people (they can also be the friends you’ve chosen) 

Faith (@fuzalei): Where do I start with my friendship with Faith as it’s amazing!! It started by her stealing my chair in math but now we have a bunch of interactive song and dances😂. She’s been a great friend and someone who could always cheer me up and make me laugh. Her Tumblr is perfect and I’m so proud of her!! There’s so much more I can say about her but then this post would be too long. Finally, she is one of my best friends and I’m so lucky to have met her.

Eliza (@soulfhully): One day I messaged Eliza hi and now we are talking about furballs and our weird imaginations😂. She’s smart and talented and overall just a great personality. Eliza is a great inspiration as she’s doing so well with school and her personal life but not only that, her Tumblr is great!! She’s passed 18k since her blog is just goals and everything is perfect. I’m so grateful to have met Eliza and for the beautiful friendship we have.💖

Geraline (@flowuhre): Geraline is such a great person who can make anyone laugh and feel better instantly💖. She’s smart and just overall a lovely person!! 😊I’m so lucky to know her as my life wouldn’t be the same without her in it. Her Tumblr is just adorable and I love everything about it!! I’m so happy that she is one of my good friends as she’s made my life a lot better.

Mariane (@itsephora): Mariane is a great young women that has an amazing blog and I couldn’t be more proud as she’s almost at 2k!! 😊We bonded our love for books and then it became an unforgettable friendship. She says she can’t draw but I’m sure she can as she’s amazing at everything she does. She was one of the first people I talked to on Tumblr and I’m so happy to have met her💖!!

Sheryl (@glossomly): I’ve just recently started to talk to Sheryl and I’m so glad because she’s so nice and I definitely would’ve missed out on a great friendship if I didn’t message her💖. We’ve bonded over Tv shows, PLL, and just a lot of random things😂. Her blog is one you should definitely check out if you haven’t already as everything just flows nicely together. I’m so lucky to have a friendship with her and to have met her!!

Now the 5 people that I have tagged: @rosility, @sehrenities, @goldusth, @ehlipses, & @rohmancely

Have an amazing day/night!!💖

You know how everyone says Hamilton must be so proud of Lin?

That might be true. But you know who’s probably 1000x more proud of him? Eliza.

She dedicated her last 50 years to ensuring that Hamilton’s story was told. She tried to finish his work, to do what he would have done if he’d only had time.

Even after all of that, he was still forgotten. He’s been reduced to a few sentences in history books, an author’s line on the Federalist papers, yet another name to memorize as an early Cabinet member. Even after all of Eliza’s work, Hamilton’s story faded from history.

Until now. Now, Lin’s done what Eliza can’t; he’s told Hamilton’s story. Eliza must be so happy that Lin picked up that biography and dedicated the last 6 years to writing Hamilton, because now Hamilton’s story is finally being told. He’s continued her hard work, and that must make her so happy.

from here // @sagadanorum


[Text] How would I know?

[Text] Had to empty my head so just typed whatever.

[Text] Personally, I think Freud would have been proud.

[Text] And found that I’ve got some kind of Oedipus-complex.

[Text] Which I don’t!

[Text] I don’t even have a mom.

[Text] If I had she’d probably be hot though.

[Text] Not that I’d do her.

[Text] She’s my mom!

[Text] That’s just nasty.

[Text] Still mean that I want you to be happy and that I care about you

[Text] <3

[Text] And your face is fucking cute.

What just happened here?

[Text] I might do your mom. 

[Text] A milf no doubt

[Text] Ah. Tak

[text] Me too.

Shit no why did I send that?

anonymous asked:

Forcing him to move to another state to get away from you, and willing to give him children so they can up you and be above you and your kids. It's all a game, she's winning and you and Karah just look dumb as fuck. Lennox won't be important, Xander won't be important and your newest baby won't be either. He will just care about his new love and the children she's willing to give him. Can you understand now?

ok ok hold up, Karah is by far the happiest she’s ever been, and that’s what I see. I’m proud where she’s at in life and it’s only getting better. She does everything herself. She doesn’t need Colby. Hell, both of our lives would be so much better if he would just 100% leave. But that isn’t completely possible.
I don’t need him, and his children don’t either. It’s a plus if the do, but us mothers seem to have it under control. Lennox, Xander and my baby do matter. A lot of people love and care for them. I don’t see this as a game, it’s not something to laugh at. It may be funny to him and whoever else but it’s really not all funny. Colby is colby, he will do whatever he wants without anyone’s input. If he wants to have more kids, cool. Good for him. All his children will put two and two together and realize how shitty him and his situation is.