text posts are my best friends

“We eat eggs and I tell Y about how when I was 8 years old, I taught my white friend, B (actually called Becky), how to count to 10 in Urdu. How at school the next day she looked at her feet as she shuffled past me, and the white teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I was bullying Becky, because Becky’s mum said I was bullying Becky, and that maybe it would be best if I didn’t sit next to her anymore. She suggested this with the kind of half-arsed, sad-eyed, apologetic shrug that white women perform when it is less of a scene to administer psychological warfare against a brown child than it is to challenge your fellow white woman.” 

this quote, from this fantastic reading about the gay brown author’s relationship to white women, really does sum up a lot of my relationships and failed friendships with certain white girls. 

i remember in 1st grade i sat next to this white girl named hannah on the bus everyday. then a new girl, an immigrant girl from eastern europe (also white obviously) came and basically took my spot next to her. in elementary school i was soft, innocent, naive, clingy, and easily jealous. i am none of those things today precisely because of the trauma i’ve experienced as a result of bullying from white people and men, but at the time i felt so hurt when my white friend hannah easily transferred her friendship with me to her friendship with this white girl (although i didn’t know it then, this was the earliest sign in my life that whites practice negative racial solidarity with each other and will immediately align themselves with each other as a reflex). (a sign that white sociopathy is real). 

so one day on the bus home i drew a picture of the two girls - typical stick figure style drawing. they were linking arms and i drew a bubble that said “i hate you”. the figure was meant to depict that these two girls were making me feel alienated and isolated, and that i felt like they hated me. when i naively gave the picture to hannah, hoping that she’d understand where i was coming from, she interpreted it as me saying i hated her. so she took the picture home and told her parents about it. the next day, on the bus to school she said “my parents and i discussed the picture over dinner” and i felt my stomach drop because i knew she’d misinterpreted it, yet there was nothing i could do. at school that day, my white teacher, after being told by hannah’s parents that i had “bullied” their daughter, took me aside and lectured me, told me to rip up the picture, and told me to apologize to hannah and the white girl. they also called my parents. 

naturally, this gave my abusive father the impetus to beat me as punishment that day. i remember going home and not being able to focus on the book i was reading or the food i had to eat because i knew that when he came home he’d beat me. he was in such a bad mood (my father likes to work himself up into a bad mood to inflict maximum physical or verbal violence onto my mother, me, or my brother, and that’s his way of reaching catharsis) and at this point i was used to the cycle of doing something wrong and getting slapped or beaten by my father as punishment. it did nothing to diminish my fear, of course, because i got more scared the more i expected the inevitable beating. my father was so angry that he slapped my brother (who was, at the time, three years old). now, of course my brother has not been immune to getting beaten by my father. our father stopped beating us when i turned thirteen (so he was eight when my father stopped the physical abuse) but my father still uses his height to look physically imposing (like, coming/stalking towards us in a very clearly aggressive manner meant to showcase his power, which is actually a type of physical abuse). anyway, he then turned to me and after the typical yelling/asking me questions he already knew the answer to, he beat me, my mom restrained him after he beat me, and i went to bed and cried myself to sleep.

i never bothered explaining to anyone that i didn’t mean to say anything negative about those white girls, that in fact i was expressing that i thought they were the ones who were bullying me, but the damage was already done and two weeks later i had forgiven my father and kept my distance from those girls and the memory faded, popping up in nightmares from time to time. i guess i became so used to being beaten as a punishment that i haven’t taken the time to realize that a lot of the time i’ve been beaten as a punishment, it’s been caused directly or indirectly by the actions of some white classmate or teacher or other white person in an academic setting. 

what i didn’t realize at the time either is that hannah and the other white girl were displaying signs of not only white sociopathy but also white fragility, which are equally dangerous for people of color. 

i also really love this reading because the author, aisha mirza, is a gay woman of color (she self-identifies as queer). she talks about desiring and fucking white women but feeling dirty because those white women racialize her. and i feel the exact same way every time i am attracted to a white woman. 

I had a nightmare. So, it felt like a nightmare.

I was sitting in my bed. It was dark and I was texting my best friend while she was playing Mario Kart.

I was scrolling through tumblr, post of my best friend about Mario Kart, post of someone about Vanitas no Carte.

It was a spoiler for some Mémoire. I don’t know which one. Around 23 maybe.

Well, there was a titan (…guess who started watching aot a week ago) and Vanitas, Noé, Domi, Jeanne and Luca were trying to kill him. Well, truth was, nobody except Jeanne could. She had the book of Vanitas.

Luca then turned around to her. Jeanne said: I only have one reason to do that. It’s not that woman.

So, it was clear that she meant she didn’t love Domi. (MY HEART LITERALLY BROKE) and everyone in the fandom was like: OMG THE VANI JEANNE IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL OMFG.

But really. Everyone. Except me. Nobody shipped Vanoé anymore.


  • Management: so I was thinking maybe something casual, maybe an announcement on the radio-
  • Harry: commercial
  • Management: I mean we might want to start small-
  • Harry: internacional broadcasting. Every single country.
  • Management: okay...well maybe something outdoors, calm-
  • Harry: I want to be drenched.
  • Management: but, the children-
  • Harry: mood lighting
  • Management: being wet doesn't even make sense, you're not in the water
  • Harry: drenched.
  • Management: I mean....
  • Harry: don't forget a close up of my eyes. Bitches love my eyes.
  • Friend: *repeatedly pointing out typo I made*
  • Me: shut uo
  • Friend: UO

What FanFiction and AO3 need is a “suggested story” list. When you finish one fic you really liked and you now need to fill the void, you just click on the option and find a similar one.

“I got an awful bad feelin’ about this…”

“Whatever it is Mister McCree, Orisa will protect us.”

a quick halloween terrifiant au picture to de-stress 

do you ever just get those friend crushes

like you dont wanna date them u just wanna hang out w/ them all the time and hug and watch stupid movies on their tv late at night and bake cookies together at 4 am


text au: calum is being annoying and y/n is over it.



Harry James Potter

The boy who had a bit of a saving people thing.

Who was prepared to sacrifice himself for his friends at the drop of a hat.

Who ALWAYS defended Sirius, no matter what.

Who was stung by the injustice of the way Remus was treated.

Who was exceedingly loyal to Dumbledore.

Who could think of no happier memory than spending time with his parents.

The boy who gave his entire gold winnings to his best friend’s brothers.

Who defended Hagrid to everyone.

Who even after 2 years, still blamed himself for his godfather’s death.

Who learned to distance himself from the girl he loved profusely in order to protect her.

The boy who learned to forgive Kreacher and to be kind to him when no one else would.

Who made sure muggle borns escaped safely from the ministry before himself.

Who stole Mad-Eye’s magic eye from Dolores Umbridge and buried it under the most gnarled and resilient looking tree he could find because he thought Moody would prefer it.

The boy who buried a house-elf without magic and cried over his grave.

My Favorite Vines: A List

• “There’s only one thing worst than a rapist” “a child” “no”
• The little girl who throws the child-size Barbie against the wall and Law And Order: Special Victims Unit comes up
• “I went to church and I am in love with Jesus now” “JESUS!! LEAVE MARIA ALONE!!”
• Guy dressed like God: “and behind me is the biggest fucking mistake of my life”
• “I tell people I just use essence of England in my hair they ask what’s that ITS THE FUCKING RAIN”
• Free shavak adoo
• The guy who looks like chicken little saying he doesn’t like to be compared to chicken little because chicken little is a coward
• Big bird busTING DOWN THE DOOR
• “Welcome to the meet OR greet mother fucker, you gotta pick one”
• “What would you do if there was a child right in front of you?” *knocks kid over*
• That spaghetti scene in Lady & the Tramp vs a dog eating spaghetti in real life
• Beyoncé (at least I think it’s Beyoncé) dancing on a balcony and then flying away while an Enya song plays
• “Go suck a dick suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick”
• “Look at this graph”
• The guy using camera effects to switch between a skinny head and a fat head while singing baby it’s cold outside
• The guy making bop-it noises
• “Hi I’m Barbie! Let’s go for a ride! What the fuck kind of weather is this?!”
• “I put a banana peel on the ground and I’m gonna see if it really is slippery the way it is in cartoons”
• Mike wazowski in the washing mashing while hello darkness my old friend plays
• The one titled “those people who can talk to the dead”
• The guy who got a pack of gum with one empty sealed up space and is mad about it: “excite-mint my ass”
• “When I was gay, I thought I was in the third grade”
• The chair being pushed in that sounds like Chewbacca
• The farmer who drew a giant penis with his tractor

(I don’t know how to make vine compilations, so I made this list instead.)

  • some person in Witcher 3 suddenly calling you out: you murdered my son/daughter/husband/wife/mother/father/sister/brother! I will never forgive you!!!
  • me: I have no idea who the fuck you are but they probably deserved it
Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

My aesthetic? Nursey and Dex in a loving, supportive relationship where they build each other up and push each other to do their best, even if their words of affirmation come in the form of witty banter and playful chirping