should i really post this who cares

The trauma side of tumblr really seems to focus on survivors of csa, and that’s completely understandable, but I don’t see enough posts about kids who had to deal with serious neglect/emotional abuse. It can be devastating as well

shoutout to kids who had to grow up too fast because their parents never allowed them to be a kid

shoutout to kids who had to fend for themselves every day, or even little siblings

shoutout to kids who felt like the parent

shoutout to kids who cling hard to people because they never got the proper love and care that a parent should provide

shoutout to kids who have health issues because they were never taken care of, and it’s hard to recover from

shoutout to kids who felt abandoned and empty and like they had no childhood because their family wasn’t there 

You’re all valid and I’m so sorry for what we’ve had to go through. It’s tough. And I hope we can all heal from it 

anonymous asked:

Isn't there a really dodgy bit in Why Does He Do That? I read somewhere that it says a man who says he's being abused is the abuser in a relationship, which... no, male victims of domestic abuse exist too...

Yes.  I was actually going to post about this.

It’s not just a “dodgy bit”.  There are multiple points at which he says things that I didn’t care for.

The “male abuse victims are probably lying” thing is is the biggest flaw in the book, but the book is still absolutely vital, and people should still read and recommend it.  Full stop.  Because a thing is flawed does not mean it has no value and should not be circulated to those people that it could help.  If the book were less shockingly accurate and unflinching in its portrayal of abusive men, if it were less good in the ways that it is good, perhaps I would feel more hesitation.

I’ve read basically the whole thing so far (I’m about 20-30 pages from the end in the PDF), and here’s the deal.

He doesn’t say unilaterally that men lie about being abused.  He says that abusive men lie about being abused by women.  It’s a fine distinction, and not really much better, but I want to be clear that that is what he is saying.  Not that men lie about all abuse, but that they lie about being abused by women.  Abusive men, especially, will tell this lie to get the upper hand.

Based on what he has seen after dealing with a couple thousand men who abuse women, I do not doubt that this is true.

But he seems to think the number of abused men is smaller than the number of abusive men who are lying about being abused.  Even if that is true, abused men are not acceptable collateral damage.  It’s not okay to act like the issue isn’t important just because liars exist.

He uses SOME qualifying language. I’m not going to go digging for it, but it’s along the line of “Male victims of domestic violence are really rare compared to the number of female victims.”  After that he kind of treats it like they either don’t exist, or the fact that they do is irrelevant in the face of the much more widespread problem of men who abuse women.  I won’t lie, that’s not good.

To be frank, he does not seem all that aware of social justice issues the way that all us gigantic queers on Tumblr are.  His awareness of LGBT issues is peripheral.  When he says “men” and “women”, he definitely means “cis men” and “cis women”.  And the book definitely reads like a book written by a cis dude to me.  But honestly, this is a book that only a cis dude could have written, because only a cis dude could have worked with other (cis) men the way he has, and it is precisely that experience that makes it so valuable.

The fact that he’s biased doesn’t mean he is talking out his ass the rest of the time.  He’s not.  At the time of publication (2002) he had worked with over two thousand abusive men whose targets were women.  He pioneered recovery programs for these men.  He was the first to really get down and work with them on a daily basis, both in group and personal therapy settings.  And that experience shows.

No.  He really really doesn’t understand abused men.

But he understands abusive men.  Specifically, he understands men who abuse women.

On the one hand, it’s given him an unprecedented level of insight into abusers’ mindsets, and that is so valuable.  

On the other, the graphic and awful examples he has seen of men who are lying to get themselves out of trouble or justify their behavior have definitely colored his views of male victims.  These men – men, I emphasize, referred to him by the legal system, meaning they were entirely confirmed abusers – WERE almost always lying about it.  I think he mentions two exceptions?  And yeah, that sounds like shit abusers fucking do.  I believe him.

Within his setting, within his sample, I believe he is 100% correct in his assessment – abusers are likely to be lying about having suffered partner violence.

That setting absolutely is not the rest of the world, and I think he loses sight of that, if he ever had sight of it to begin with.  That’s a terrible flaw.

Another flaw is that it gives very little face-time to same-sex relationship abuse.  It goes into it a little, and does it a little ham-handedly but not too badly, but mostly it gets ignored.

Rather than raise these issues at all and then doing it badly, I wish he had said “The issue of abuse in LGBT relationships, as well as the issue of women abusing men, is sadly beyond the scope of my experience, and therefore this book is not about those issues.”

There is nothing wrong with focusing on one aspect of the issue of intimate partner violence.  That he did so is not a bad thing.  The bad thing that he did is to treat the rest of it like a non-issue, when it isn’t, and that he said some things that encourage the reader to be generally suspicious of men who say that women have abused them.  Those are bad things.

Would I recommend it to a man who is being/was abused by a woman?  No no no.  Absolutely not.  Those dynamics are completely different, and the abuse is likely to look very different, and I feel like very little of it will be accessible to someone in that situation.  I think it would do more harm than good.

Would I recommend it to someone in a non-cishet relationship?  Maybe, but probably not, unless I had a little insight into the relationship and felt like it would be a good match.

Would I still recommend it to women, or to people who want a general understanding of the dynamics between abusive cis men and abused women?  YES.  YES A THOUSAND TIMES.

The book is not “good” in a morally/ideologically pure, okay?  It is flawed.  But for what it is, which is a book about men who abuse women, it is very good.   He is on the side of abused women, all the fucking way.  And that is still an astonishingly rare thing to find. 

It validates the experiences of women abused by men by showing different types of abusive behavior and different types of abuser.  He says at multiple points “If you’re wondering whether it’s abuse, then it probably is.”  And that is still such a radical, necessary, healthy and badly-needed thing to say.

I’m not going to defend the way he treats the issue of abused men, or abuse in LGBT relationships,  He barely deals with these issues at all, and when he does, it’s halfhearted at best and actively regressive at worst.  In that regard, it’s shitty.  If that is what you are needing, this book won’t give it to you.

I am going to defend it as an excellent starting place for women abused by men, or in toxic almost-abusive relationships with them.

I would prefer it not be flawed, and if it has to be flawed, I would prefer it come with a disclaimer, but I would rather it circulate flawed and without a disclaimer of any kind that fail to reach someone who really, really needs it.

We could be waiting a long time for a better, more inclusive book to come out.  There’s not time to wait.  This book is needed now.  TODAY.

That said, I am always glad to reblog helpful resources for abused men, or for people in non-cishet relationships, if you know of any.  I would love to know about comparable GOOD books for LGBT people, if you know any, or would love to know about GOOD books written for male victims of domestic violence.

Alright so apparently a trc tv show is gonna be a thing according to you gremlins so here are my thoughts/hopes/shit I would do if I was running this thing: 

  1. Less white people. Please. Y'all wanna get into a convo about who should they should change I’m down but that’s for another post. But Gansey stays White™ that’s nonnegotiable. 
  2. The books walk this really careful line between dramatic awe and hilarity and imo there’s only one way to keep that: the Aesthetic must be at full awe-inducing capacity while the characters unironically deliver their stupid teenager dialogue. 
  3. Make it gayer. Trust me, I know that’s a tall order, but I’m sure they can handle it. 
  4. The fridge stays in the bathroom. This is also nonnegotiable. 
  5. The interior of 300 Fox Way should be noticeably different in every appearance. This fact will be often commented on but never questioned or explained. 
  6. Murder squash song. E v e r y w h e r e . If the murder squash song doesn’t replace the rickroll within a season then what’s the fucking point. 
  7. Introduce the Gray Man with a a couple of slice of life scenes. Let us see his hobbies, his food preferences, his mannerisms. Only on his third appearance should he go to Aglionby and beat the shit out of Declan, thus revealing to us that he’s a hitman. 
  8. Flashback episodes. I want to see Adam and Gansey’s first meeting in all it’s low-budget porno glory.
  9. Never show Ronan’s tattoo or nightmare-creatures in full. Only glimpses. 
  10. Use absolutely 0 cgi on Noah. Any visual effect used to clue us in that he’s a bit off kilter should be all makeup and lighting. Except, of course, when he’s going poltergeist 4 feet in the air or reenacting his own death. 
  11. Introduce Henry earlier. 

And that’s it. If I wanted to try my hand at drafting an episodal outline I’d have to reread the books.

Just so you know, you matter a lot

[submission] I’m an animal person. Well, mammals specifically. Worked with them for years and never really *got* keeping reptiles, but I didn’t knock it. I live in one of those big apartment complexes with indoor hallways, and about a week and a half ago I was just chilling, minding my own business. I got up to grab a snack… 15 minutes into netflix and chill I walked by my foyer and a random noodle gave me this look

I….was…a bit taken aback. Reptiles aren’t my thing but I surmised he was A) not venomous and B) probably not from the united states east cost. 

I discovered he was scared but not aggressive and I figured he’d escaped from someone, and since I knew snakes needed to be kept warm I put him in my bra and went to knock on some doors. Nobody knew anything about him and eventually I went back, and looked up reptile rescue centers and the closest one was a hundred miles away. This was on a Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to get him there till Saturday, and I couldn’t just keep him in my bra for a week. I did a google search and came up with your normal rubbermaid and paper towel setup and…it seemed…idk. Reptile person I wasn’t, animal person I WAS and I decided to browse the tungle to see what I could see. 

I found your blog. 

I learned he had stuck shed like crazy, and that there was much more to keeping a snake than $20 worth of stuff from target. I also figured if I was going to shell out to give a temporary home…well…I’d just make it his permanent one. I didn’t have the chance to scour your blog as much as I wanted, since I felt bad for keeping him where he was for so long, but I went to the pet store and set up this

(it’s heated from underneath and 2 temp and humidity monitored) it’s not exactly what I want it to be, but I did what I could with what I had and since then I’ve made a few modifications (bigger water bowl for a start) 

I’ve been all over your blog and your frustration with the people who claim ball pythons are completely sedentary are starting to anger me too, because from what I learned and what I can tell this dude is doing a lot better. 

The fact that there are people who just their snakes nearly immobile and tucked away astounds me. 

(ignore old tape, tank was sanitized and salvaged from apartment recycling room)

He climbs. Sometimes when I stay up I’ll take a peek at his tank and he’ll be all over his bamboo pole or plants or on his hide. 

He choses places to chill other than his hides (that’s a super low powered heat lamp I used to warm up my budgie for spray baths; wondered if he’d like some ‘sun’ on his scales)

He has, thus far, been nothing but an enthusiastic eater.

I went from seeing people collect reptiles like trading cards and thinking that was all there was to it, to being absolutely fascinated by this chill little noodle and loving to see what he’s up to . I went from complete ambivalence to becoming more and more passionate about proper reptile husbandry. 

You don’t have to post this, I just want you to know that for every asshole who should probably stick to those morimo moss balls, you inspire another person to learn everything she can about properly caring for these guys, enriching and monitoring their environment, and trying to make sure they are as healthy and happy as possible. 

You ARE making a difference.

I really dont have any words that describe how i feel, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever sent me. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

I have observed multiple mutuals here under the age of 18 who are not allowed by their parents to cut/dye/bleach their hair or have piercings. Once upon a time I wasn’t allowed either, and I remember I never really understood why.

Whenever I asked “why not”, my mother would always reply “wait until you’re 18.”, which isn’t really an answer so I asked again; why not?
To which she finally replied (after an unnecessary hissyfit), “because you might regret it.”

Now I had my answer but the thing is, I didn’t see any problem with that. But to avoid any more hilariously aggressive confrontations- I waited. I turned 18 and I pierced my eyebrow, cut my hair short and dyed my hair bright red. And then green. And then pink. And then blue then green and turquoise and purple and orange and pink and then blue. I pierced my tongue and lips and belly button and everything was so fun and exciting because I was finally allowed to do what I was denied as a child.

But then my mother started crying, the poor soul didn’t know what to do. She questioned her parenting and blamed me for her depression and so on and so forth and I was still so damn confused about what the problem was! I had no problem getting a job, and when I joined the army I removed the piercings and temporarily dyed my hair a normal brown again like the responsible adult I was. When I went back to work/school I kept putting fun colors in my hair again and put the piercings back. I encountered exactly zero problems in my adulting, but still my mother was upset!

One day she explained to me that I was now too old to be doing this; she was afraid other parents would blame her for bad parenting and she believed that I should know better now that I was an adult.


Because basically, my mother didn’t want me to dye my hair as a child in fear of me regretting it, and then as an adult I should magically know that i will regret it without having tried it and also I should be aware of the prejudice of other parents (which I never encountered) — which isn’t only extremely backwards logic but it also means in this case she’d rather seem like a good parent to other parents than to be a good parent for her child.

My mother knows better now; she has tattoos and bleached hair and doesn’t care but if her children and friends hadn’t normalized being a little different for her then she never would’ve changed her thinking.

Let kids put fun colors in their hair. Don’t make such a big deal out of such little things.


Ok I need some help please
When I was in high school one of our art teachers asked us to paint something but we most show her a pictures of the thing we want to paint before we paint it

I fond a digital drawing of gravity falls digital drawing but the name of this artist is not on that drawing someone repost it

when I saved the drawing I start searching who is the real artist
my teacher doesn’t really care but I should give this artist his/her credit

Sadly I didn’t find him/her

I paint the digital drawing but I never post in the internet , but I hanged it on my wall in my room

But this Time I post it because I really want to know who are they the one how draw the original idea

Can you help me who is that amazing artist please 💙

@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn’t have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

Keep reading

[ image description: A screen shot of a post that reads “Don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.” Someone has crossed this out with a big grey X and underneath added “No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering whether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.” End of descripton ]

I hate this post, I hate it so much. And let me tell you why.

At first it seems like a pretty good post, right? You should love people and do things for them because you want to or because it’s nice, or just because you love them, not because you expect something in return. Yeah. We learn that as kids. But listen. Listen to me. It is not that simple. Yes you should do nice things for people. Carry in your grandmother’s grocerys even if she forgets to say thank you. Sure. But you should never, never, pour yourself into someone who does not give back to you.

Doing everything for someone who gives you nothing in return is not love.

A friend of mine worded it really well “The point of the original post was to emphasise that your own mental/physical health is more important than someone’s selfish needs.” It’s not romantic to run yourself into the ground for someone who can’t even be bothered to care about you. And not only is it not romantic, it’s unhealthy.

I have, on more than one occasion, “crossed oceans” for people who I do believe loved me, but who didn’t even come close to crossing them for me. And do you know what I got out of that? The first one I lost 10 pounds because I was so miserable I could barely eat and I was throwing up what I did eat. And I was still doing whatever I could to be with them, and make them happy, even though they didn’t seem to be willing to put any work in themself. Why bother, I was always there. The second one I ran my own mental health so thin that that literally could not do anything for him, all I could do is sit in the bathtub and think about how I coudln’t feel anything. But I still refused to turn my phone off and ignore his messages. I still made myself avaible to him because he “needed me.”

There was nothing romantic about either of those situations (note: only one was a romantic relationship but the idea of giving and giving and giving when you’re gettin nothing back is romanticized whether it’s in a romantic or platonic relationship.) There was nothing beautiful or selfless about it. It was miserable. I was miserable. I can remember one of my friends telling me he missed me because all I could talk about was the person I had allowed to become my whole life.

And in the end, both of them stopped talking to me.

Don’t believe anyone when they say the second part of that post. It’s bullshit and I’m really tired of seeing it romanticized. It tells people (especailly young girls) that this is an okay way for a relationship to be, that this is what they should be doing. 

There is nothing selfish about demanding that your emotional labour be reciprocated. That’s what makes a relationship (romantic, platonic, or otherwise) healthy. That’s what love is. Both people giving. Both people supportin each other. Not one person giving until they have nothing left for themself. 


I’m gonna be one of /those/ people, but my dash is dead and I don’t like this.

SOOOOO if you’re someone who posts happy, healthy, fitness (but not fitspo/thinspo!) related things or just feel like I should really check out your blog, please like or reblog this!

(Preferable European based but I really don’t care).

anonymous asked:

i want to love the supercorp fandom but half of y'all are just as bad as the karam*l shippers or the superc*t shippers at not caring about kara at all beyond whoever she's sleeping with. like you watch an episode that f*cks up kara's family for someone kara's dating and fix it by just having the person she's dating be another gender? that's not a fix sorry. that's literally the exact same thing. only gay.

So! There’s a lot for me to say here.

Quite honestly, the fix-it posts are more of a joke than anything. They are me saying, “How much fan service could I put in the last scene of this episode?” They are not meant to be taken as what I truly wish had happened; rather, they are my version of the ridiculous relationship drama the writers seem intent on writing. If I were actually going to rewrite the episode, you are correct: I would change a whole lot more. I would not have forgotten the entire Jeremiah plotline to begin with; I would have allowed Alex and Kara to be there for each other in a way they really weren’t. I would change the fact that this entire season has sidelined an incredible female character for a conventionally attractive, straight, white man who comes from a planet that condones slavery and misogyny. 

But I didn’t rewrite the whole episode. In fact, I specifically only wrote the last scene, because I wanted to write about what my ideal little fun, quasi-romantic scene would be. I specifically took what the writers gave us and said nope, I don’t like that, but without majorly changing the episode, how could I like it? The posts are meant to be a brief respite, a chance to find a way to make a single scene something I would like to watch in the midst of a long plotline that I have no interest in watching.

More importantly, I am frankly insulted by your insinuation that all I–and most supercorp shippers–care about is who Kara sleeps with. That really couldn’t be further from the truth. Do I ship Kara and Lena? Obviously. But I have no qualms stating that they’re almost certainly not going to become canon; I never thought they were. So I’m not sure where that statement is coming from. I genuinely am not sure how you took my headcanon post–where, mind you, they don’t even kiss. they literally sit together and eat a donut–and got the message that all I care about is who Kara sleeps with.

And every single supercorp shipper I follow feels the same way I do: we do not like k*ramel and the way he is treating her. That’s where our problem lies. It is not because he is not Lena; it is because he is a misogynistic, toxic asshole who does not listen or respect Kara. 

So I’d also like to argue that your last statement–”that’s literally the exact same thing. only gay.”–is patently false. There are a great many posts that explain this better and in more depth than I am willing to do here, but I will try to summarize. Lena likes Kara for Kara, even if you interpret it as simply friendship. Lena says Kara is her hero. Lena fills Kara’s office with flowers. Lena has been nothing but kind, courteous, and respectful. M*n-el tosses aside the flowers Kara gets him. M*n-el immediately announces to the DEO that they are dating, despite Kara’s explicit desire that he do the opposite. M*n-el has done nothing but go against Kara’s requests, disrespect her wishes, and hurt her. It is not the same thing–in fact, one is a relationship built on genuine connection, whereas the other is a relationship built on lies. One is healthy, the other has truly redefined what an unhealthy relationship is in my mind. (Also, you should not ignore the societal implications of that “only gay” relationship. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do, and I could write an entirely separate post about that.)

So, look. If you don’t want to read my fix-it posts, then don’t. I really don’t care. You do you, pal. But to read one post, come into my ask box, say that all I care about is who Kara is sleeping with? That’s not okay. You not only missed the entire point of the post, but you are also making sweeping generalizations about an entire fandom that are incorrect and, honestly, offensive. But go off, I guess.

like…. i understand that not all fathers are great and not all fathers deserve appreciation and everyone has a different relationship with their father but like something about that post that was like “father’s day is canceled for 99.9% of fathers” bothers me like…. idk i get it i don’t want to be the “not all fathers” asshole but i just…. like my dad has always been there for me, he’s been on the sideline of all my sports games, he’s helped me figure out what i want to do and who i want to be, he’s legitimately the smartest person i’ve ever met in my life, he’s the one person i know will always give me a hug, whether i want one at the moment or not, and he’s always just been there to have two hour long conversations with me, or to rant to, or to just sit in silence with and watch stupid movies from the 70s that he thinks are hilarious and that i mostly just pretend to enjoy and like…… i understand. i understand that i’m lucky and there are so many people on this website and in the world who don’t have that kind of relationship with their father but posts like that just bother me because they sell fathers short, because there are amazing fathers and father figures out there in the world, and of course fathers day shouldn’t be used to force appreciation onto every dad in the world but it should be used to appreciate and cherish those who we really care about, and who really care about us and idk this is a long rant and it probably makes no sense and hopefully i haven’t offended anyone but basically i just wanted to say that i love my dad and i apppreciate him and yeah maybe my dad is in the .1% and i understand the concept of hyperbole but……. idk. idk.

So I commissioned the artist who dose the hair for yanderesimulator, i know im kinda dumb for doing so but i did it anyways because I guess I just wanted my own fan characters in the game.
Anyways I commissioned them two times The first time went great! The hair looked good (least I though so) and i was pretty happy to see it alive! this was it

Thats not really her name, her last name was something else but the hair maker said the name was the same as an anime character so we changed it for her DA.

So the second commission i wanted my boy Yasha this is him

He’s pretty cute, and one of my fav to make. So they made his hair and it looked pretty alright! I was fairly happy with it!

So I paid for it and they sent it to Dev… and this is what he said

I was appalled, not really surprised but still, the artist was even confused by his reaction, so I asked what eventually made it not work for males and this is was his response

 How would it fucking make “more sense” as a girl hairstyle? It seems like a pretty gender neutral hairstyle to me, Im so mad because I spend 60 bucks on this , the artist was kind enough to make a new hair for me and i just picked long curly hair because I didn’t care anymore.
This is the stereotypical shit I hate, it’s like men can fucking have soft poofy hair you asshole, Yasha is a bit feminine  but who cares?? Guys can have any hair they want!

I was debating on if i should post this because the person doing the hair is really nice but, at this point I just don’t care anymore. 
It my own fault for getting involved but now i’m 100% done, I’m probably not gonna be on this blog anymore as i wanna completely get yandere sim out of my life.

In light of recent events, I think this post should definitely be made. It’s important to remind those around you, those you care about how much they mean to you.
I’d like to encourage everyone, not just those who are mentioned in this post, to reach out when things get rough. I’m not always the best to talk to, but if you need someone to talk, I’m always here. If Tumblr isn’t the best platform, I have no problem giving out my Facebook or phone number. Please don’t hesitate to message me. 
Let’s put aside our differences and show each other respect and love.

@maexchen-therescuemutt You’re such a kind person. I really enjoy reading about yours and Mäxchen’s accomplishments and what you did during your day.
@romatheacdmix Another truly lovely person. I’ve followed you and Roma since you were norestfortherescue and it’s been an absolute pleasure to see Roma start overcoming fears and the two of you start really becoming a team
@aelthen Okay so maybe you’re not a dogblr (#bringbackcaninesandcomplaints2k17) but you’re still wonderful and I love ur poodle. I followed you way back when you were fostering Maybeline (I believe her name was?) Seeing you become comfortable with your sexuality on Tumblr has been wonderful and someday hope to be where you are with that.
@coonhoundchronicles I love you dogs so much, just absolutely adore them. It’s wonderful to find someone who is equally in love with plain ole’ hound dogs. You’re such a genuinely lovely person and I’m so glad that I still get to see your pups, even after Wagtail ended.
@blueboyluca A gem, honestly. You’re so sweet and I love interacting with you (even if I suck at it lol) Luca is a such gorgeous dog. I’ve learned so much about Schipperkes since following you.
@sidetongue Reading your captions and tags is honestly one of the highlights of my day. It’s so obvious how much you love Henry and Miller. I love reading all about your shelter and foster shenanigans as well.
@achoirofcritters I’ve been following you for forever it seems. I’ve loved seeing your photography and editing skills progress and you get more confident in your photography (which dude !!! incredible)
@tempurafriedhappiness Another amazing tumblr photographer. It’s been absolute joy to watch you develop a photography style and really work towards your goals. I hope Colorado treats you well
@bandizoi / @noodle-dragon One of the first dogblrs I followed and a core component to my dogblr experience. Whatever life throws at you, you seem to take in stride. I admire your dedication to your dogs. Also, a big thanks for introducing me to Silken Windhounds; they’re pretty neat
@pulldogs It’s so clear how much you love your dogs and do the absolute most for them. I’ve loved being introduced to a breed I’d never considered before and whole different side of the dog world.
@herebelife Thistle and Thyme are wonderful dogs with an equally wonderful human. Watching Thistle grow and triumph has been, in the simplest terms, incredible. You’ve put so much hard work into making life great for her. It’s also been a joy watching Thyme grow into the precious old man he is.
@tinybigpaws Despite everything that’s happened regarding Lotta and your health, you two are still here and still achieving amazing things. It’s so clear how caring of a person you are.
@perfectdogs I seriously love Aska and Goa so much. Before your blog, I’d never give Schnauzers a second thought and I didn’t even know Tibetan Terriers were a thing. Your photography is absolutely stunning, as well. And once again, despite all that’s happened, you guys are still here and you’re still accomplishing incredible stuff
@mango-pup Seriously one of the sweetest, most understanding people on here. When you posted your list of mistakes, I can’t imagine what that took, but it was an remains an important document. I admire your ability to put that out there and I admire your dedication to Mango

As much as I’d love to shout out everyone, there’s simply no way to do that all in one post, but I do hope to continue spreading positivity of some sort. I do intend to add to this eventually because I haven’t even scratched the surface of all the amazing and inspiring people dogblr has within the community.


The left picture is my favorite part of the first ending: Nozomi appearing in the doorway gleefully and Eli right behind her, stiff and embarrassed. Given that, as well as the gap Eli leaves between herself and Honoka in the right picture (the only gap in the whole line of them), I like to think that this ending takes place in those couple weeks after Nozomi and Eli join and before the concert.

I understand why the anime skipped over those weeks, but it’s one of the most disappointing things the anime does, in my opinion. We see Eli go from antagonist to best friend in the span of 30 seconds, when the actual process wouldn’t have been anything like that. Eli’s stubborn. At this point she knows she’s in the wrong, that she has to be nicer to Honoka and the rest of the girls, but she’s too awkward to do it naturally. She’s going to keep being stubborn simply because that’s all she knows how to do it, and it’s going to cause friction in the group until she can calm down. There’s going to be arguments, disagreements over leadership (who’s in charge? Honoka, as the person who started muse? Nico, as club president? Eli, who’s been in charge of everything her whole life?), and while in the end it will bring the group closer, you could have an interesting story where they almost fall apart.

The one saving grace, aside from Nozomi’s magic, is that most of the group can’t hold a grudge. Nico and Maki are the only ones who stay angry (and Eli should be really glad the subunits didn’t exist because bibi meetings would have been awful), but eventually Maki decides she doesn’t care enough. Nico is good at staying silent and angry for a long time, but once she’s alone she gives in too, and it’s only then that Eli can start to relax and truly bond with the group.

This post didn’t quite end up where I expected it to go but basically: those two weeks after Eli joined would be full of character development and awkward bonding moments and I really wish we had seen them.

I normally don’t make serious/ political posts but...

After seeing reactions to this, I am full of absolute disgust. I know I tend to have a young and impressionable audience, so I am going to say a few things to clear my mind and help you understand the situation and prevent you from becoming like these monsters that are disguised as human beings.

First of all, please refrain from making fanart or fanfictions about this unless it is done respectfully. 
for those of you who don’t know, there was a bombing in St. Petersburg, Russia yesterday. People are dead and many more are injured. I don’t want to say more or bring my personal politics into the equation so I’m just going to leave it at that. Apparently, Putin was supposed to be in that city that day as well. As usual, you have the people mourning, but I noticed something unusual about this that was not present in the London attack

For those of you who think only a minority of people think this:

It’s bad enough that more than 10 people are dead, but now people are LAUGHING at this?! Are the deaths of these innocent people are funny? Is it because they’re Russian?? Because their world leader happens to be Putin? Just because their world leader is bad it is justified to laugh at their people being killed? I don’t care who you are, where you live, or what religion you are. If you are laughing at this, I wish for you to get hit by a tank. That’s like saying all Americans should die because Trump is their leader, even though from what I’ve learned in my time in America, a lot of people really do not like Donald Trump.

I’m sorry for the serious and enraged post, but I just needed to get this off of my chest and inform you of the situation. This form of racism gets passed by so often and it is unfair that it is laughed at. There may be hateful people in this world, but I don’t want you all to become them. Please pray for St. Petersburg. 

leaf-on-the-wind15  asked:

I’ve been a Christian since childhood, but my faith has stagnated recently. My primary concern is that I feel so empty and God feels so far away, almost irrelevant. I know I shouldn’t base my faith on something as transient as emotions, but other Christians I know talk about how God “speaks” to them or how they feel His presence daily. My desperate prayers for God to change my heart seem unanswered, leading me to wonder if He cares about me at all. It’s tearing me apart. What should I do?

Hey dear friend, please allow me the grace to share a couple posts up front, which you can browse or skip altogether:

- A Mega-Post on Ragged Jagged Beatdown Faith 

- How Do I Even Hear The Voice of God? 

- A Faith Crisis: Crushed By Doubt, Questions, and Disconnection (And Some Good News) 

The thing is, I’m also not really like those “Super Christians” who speak to God regularly or feel His presence. I don’t hear God’s voice booming down from the rafters or get visions of angels from the rooftops. Which to me, is all fine. Some of us will and some of us won’t. I’ve made my peace with that. I think there are moments when God spectacularly reveals Himself, and I’ve been open to those rare mountaintop experiences and I’m thankful when it happens. But as for me, it’s not every Thursday. Faith for me is a long distance relationship where I get the occasional call, but most of it is built on trust and the letters which I already have from Him. My faith burns slower. I don’t hear from God all the time, and I’ve had to find other ways to rely on Him.

When I consider the people in the Bible, they were all over the map as far as what their faith “looked like.” Moses spoke with God constantly. David never saw a single miracle in his lifetime. John the Baptist died with unanswered prayers (and he was Jesus’s cousin). Peter spoke directly with Jesus in his prayers. I could keep going. Who says our faith all looks the same?

Apostle Paul himself joked that “I’m not inferior to these Super Apostles … I may be untrained as a speaker, but I do have knowledge” (2 Corinthians 11). What that means, I think, is that he wasn’t some eloquent TED Talk sort of headliner, but he had enough knowledge about God to love Him and be loved. That worked for him, for the guy who wrote half the New Testament.

You’re going to have your own walk. Maybe one day it’ll look like the robust, vibrant, everyday-high-five kind of walk that your friends have. But also, maybe not. And God in Heaven, the one who holds galaxies in His hand, isn’t going to say, “Well her three lb. brain isn’t feeling my presence slightly more than the next person with the same squishy limited human understanding.” It’s crazy to even compare ourselves with other people this way. God really does work with us, where we are, in every condition. He’s not about the conditions. He came to break them.

— J.S.

Callout for Shakespeare
  • mediocre actor 
  • from a measly little town
  • his plays are wordy
  • makes the audience feel so dumb
  • doesn’t care that my poor ass is getting numb
  • his genius is that he’s fooling all of you
  • a pompous little man
  • hack with a knack for stealing anything he can
  • all the twits who bloviate about shakespeare
  • i’m really gettin sick of it
  • feigns humility when all he does is gloat
  • way he wears that silly frilly collar on his coat
  • poster child for why no one should ever procreate
  • every little thing
a psa

Hello friends! I have had a pretty god-awful week filled with my Favorite kind of real life stress, and so naturally, instead of working through said stress I have been distracting myself with other, not-real kinds of stress. AKA online stress. Not that it’s not real in that it doesn’t exist, but in that it’s not real like, it’s a thing I could voluntarily shed simply by deleting social media. Voluntary stress?? Anyways.

I’ve been online and in fandom communities since I was a literal child. I started posting fanfiction when I was 12 and talking with people basically around the same time, because writing fanfiction and interacting with people who also write fanfiction was and still is one of the fastest ways to make fandom friends. So, I really and truly understand what it means to be a young person in fandom circles. I had plenty of friends who were over 18 and several who were literally twice my age.

With that out of the way, I’d like to make on thing super duper clear: my blog is in no way, shape, or form for the kids. I am not blogging for the emotional development of teenagers. I am not considering, okay, but how will the youth be affected by the post? every time I hit reblog and start screaming in the tags. Listen, I can barely take care of myself. I can’t also take care of you. I keep this blog for me. I post some really personal things sometimes, and if people are reading those things and learning from my emotional deluge, that’s great, but I’m doing it for me. I should honestly just start journaling lol.

I won’t go so far as to ask people not to follow me if they’re under 18, because again, I was once a teenager in fandom and I made some really fantastic friends who were older than me. Just… I don’t want the kind of emotional responsibility of thinking any of my underage followers are looking to me to set some kind of personal example for them on my own blog. If you ever have questions about anything and think, for some reason, that I’d be the person to ask, by all means! I don’t mind. But please don’t look to my blog and how I interact with fandom/fandom friends/other people as some kind of role model.

I’m an older sister, an older cousin, an aunt, a kind-of teacher. I am responsible for over 500 kids between the ages of 10 and 15 a week, in increments of 45 to 50 minutes at a time. That’s more than enough personal responsibility for the kids for me. If I wanted more, I’d have my own children.

It’s so refreshing to have conversations with people and just be so open. For so many years I hid who I was and now I could careless what anyone thinks about me.. you think I’m a fag?? That’s ok I sure am. You think I’m ugly? That’s ok but you should go see an eye doctor. You think im fake? That’s ok but you’re obviously delusional. Like what can someone possibly tell me that is really going to change my own perception of myself. It’s 2017, I’m 23 and I do not have time for these childish games anymore. Here’s to being happier and living a care free life *cheers’ myself* 🍻🍻

It’s Been Years ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Buttercream squad X Kendall Jenner X Justin Bieber

Word Count: 1417

Summary: Jack and reader meet again for the first time in three years, reader meets the rest of the boys as well. 

Requested: Part Three

Not my gif

Originally posted by forame

You and Justin walked into the club judging the clubs to yourselves, you were wear a cute tight white dress that hugged your figure completely and Justin wore a white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. Smirking Justin put his hand near your butt and pushed you towards the stairs, leaning down he whispered in your ear. “Let’s get ourselves something to drink baby.”

Nodding you swayed your way upstairs where a row of booths was placed and bar stretched across the top near the glass window looking out onto the dance floor. Yourself and Justin made your way over to VIP section of the floor to see a few celebrities you had met before, talking to a few before you told Justin you were getting each other a few drinks.

Making your way from the VIP section you noticed a very familiar group of people sitting a few booths away, you stood frozen in your place when your eyes locked with electric blue eyes that haunt your dreams and nightmares.

The electric blue eyes that belonged to Jack Maynard.

You had dreamed of this moment for the past three years, you had dreamed meeting him again when you would have gone home for Christmas but you had been having Christmas with the Biebers. You had dreamed of running into him when you had shoots in London or running into him with interviews, you had dreamed of flying back home and just showing up on his doorsteps in tears.

Three years of dreaming meeting him again and what do you do? Well you did this.

Looking over the shocked face of the younger Maynard, you smirked seeing him practically drown your appearance. Giving him a wink and a small wave you turned your head seeing the older Maynard and the ginger boy you recognised as Josh from Jack’s videos, passing you at just the right time.

“Well. If it isn’t my Conbon.” You watched as Conor froze in his place, while Josh turns to face you with a big smile on his face.

“Um, Hi.” Josh nodded while Conor spun around so fast the drinks fell from his hand.


“Y/N.” Conor breathed pulling you into a hug from which you laughed at.

“That’s me.” You laughed as he spun you around.

“Oh my god I’ve missed you.” Conor muttered into your hair as he pulled away holding you by arm’s length.

“I’ve missed you too Conbon.” You grinned noticed Josh had walked away back to the booth. “I think I should go buy you guys some drinks as well you dropped yours.”

“No, Y/N/N you don’t have to.” Conor protested still holding you at arm’s length.

“It’s my ‘sorry I left three years ago and haven’t come back since’ starter present.” You smiled sadly watching the look of sadness and anger come onto Conor’s face. He went to open his mouth but you dragged him to the bar before he could say anything that would cause shit.

At the bar you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your body like they were trying to melt you into the ground, funnily enough you felt the same feeling on the side of your face while you flirted the bartender into free drinks. Once the bartender left to get your drinks, Conor spoke up. “Why the hell did that come from?

Confused you turned your head towards him, “What?”

“That.” Conor exclaimed his hand flying out towards the bartender whom was undressing your body, “You just word fucked the bartender.”

Laughing you realised Conor hadn’t seen you like this before, “Conbon, I do it all the time.”

Conor’s eyes turned dark and it scared you slightly, “What do you mean?” He demands in the voice he would use when someone was giving you trouble in your younger years.

While Conor was getting very protective over you, you had lit up like a Christmas tree. Conor hated that you used that technique in front of guys that could take advantage of you, but he also knew you hardly went anywhere without Justin and he hoped to god that he would protect you in ways Conor couldn’t have over the years.

“When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no…” You sang causing a grin to appear onto Conor’s face but disappeared in seconds remembering why he was getting riled up.

“Look, Y/N it’s obvious you have changed… a lot. Jack he still believes you’re the same shy quiet girl but your far from it, don’t hurt him again.” Conor shook his head grabbing the tray of drinks, while you grabbed the two vodka cokes for you and Justin. “Please, Y/N don’t hurt him again.”

You turned around locking eyes with the same electric blue ones and turned your head to Conor, “I would never.”

Smiling you and Conor walked back to the table, on your way over you felt the nerves building up in the pit of your stomach but like hell were you going to show it. The closer you got the more you started panic inside, if there was anything you had learned over the years it was not to show any weakness.

Upon arriving at the table everyone went into a shock silence besides Josh, “Hi…again.”

You drank in everyone’s appearance, from Joe to Caspar, Oli, Mikey, Josh and finally Jack. Everyone kind of looked quite shock that you had walked up to the table with Conor whom was laughing at everyone’s reactions, shaking your head you gave the boys a smirk that to them gave one word.


“Boy’s…” You trailed off, “I don’t bite.”

It was like an instant reaction clicked in their minds because they all started saying things at once besides the younger Maynard, raising an eyebrow you looked at Conor who was laughing like there was no tomorrow.

However, they all stopped like you had pressed a pause button and stared at something behind you. Confused you went to turn around but stilled when you felt to arms snake around your waist and someone kissing your neck, smiling you through your head back on Justin’s shoulder.

“Play along.” He whispered into your ear as he picked his head up, looking up towards the buttercream squad. “Baby, you left me and you didn’t come back.”

“I was speaking to some old friends Jay, remember me telling you about Conor and Jack? Well look who I ran into.” You smiled pointing your hand at the boys who had looks of excitement and shock on their faces.

“Going to introduce us princess?” Justin asked coming round to stand by your side his left arm around your waist.

“I’m Joe and this dickhead next to me is Caspar.” Joe pointed to Caspar, “The ginger tree is Josh, next to him is Oli and Mikey.” All the boys waved or nodded their heads towards Justin who nodded back at them.

“I’m Conor.” Conor spoke out sticking his hand out for a bro hug.

“Conor Maynard right?” Justin asked a smile on his face.

“Yep that’s me.” Conor nodded.

Justin smile grew wider, “Bro you have a sick voice, this girl here is always playing it. We should get together some time.”

Everyone was shocked but not as shocked as Conor who nodded and agreed. You had noticed that Jack hadn’t said anything so tugged Justin’s arm and gave the award winning smile that Jack’s heart stop beating. “This quite one is Mr. Jack Maynard, my babyJ.”

“So this is the boy that you do not shut up about, good to meet ya man.” Justin smiled.

“Do you protect her?” Jack asked causing Conor to angrily mutter Jack’s name.

Justin startled by the question shook his head, “I protect her more than myself.”

“Do you treat her like a Queen?” Jack asked again.

“Nothing less.”

Frowning you looked towards Jack that hasn’t said one word to you yet, “Do you love her?”

“She’s my best friend, she has stuck by myside through everything, she’s the only one who showed she really cared. I love her more than anything.” Justin answered back look directly into Jack’s eyes.

Jack turned to look at you, he took in the frown on your face, the ring on your finger and then the necklace on your neck. He stood up and opened his arms ignoring the pain in his chest from Justin’s words, “I missed you so much munchkin.”

Laughing you through yourself at the boy you still deeply loved.

I feel like I should say sorry for not posting in two weeks, I have had so much school work to do and I’ve been trying to finsh my art course work as we started the exam. I have also have had family problems and I’m sorry for making you wait, I’ve spilt this into two parts as it was originally 5,000 words long and  thought I would put a cute meeting one before the dark games one. Again I am sorry fro all the people that have been asking me to post.