Do not ever, ever, ever, let anyone tell you that what you love is stupid. Your passions are beautiful, you are talented and that should never be restrained in order to please another person. Write and read your fan-fiction, draw your fan art, make your music, write your blogs, take your photographs. Whatever you love, do it. If someone cannot support you or makes comments to make you question yourself because they do not like the same things you do, please reevaluate why that person is in your life.
For the past several months I was in a relationship where I was made to feel that my writing was a waste of time and that it was a juvenile thing to spend time doing. My love for the “nerdier” things was constantly called into question and I felt that I had to stop doing much of what I loved to make my significant other happy. Even my love for something as simple and harmless as a four-leaf clover or my taste in music were criticized constantly. I felt attacked almost daily because someone believed different things than me and as a result I slowly fell into a dark place. I am not a person to easily change for someone else. I am not one to give in, and yet somehow I fell into that trap. Never compromise.
Do what you love and it will carry you far. If someone cuts you down for doing so, please remember that they only have the relevance you give them in your life. As for myself, I have now removed myself from that situation and want to raise awareness among others who may fall prey to this twisting of the mind. You are precious, beautiful, valuable, and talented. You were made to do whatever it is you feel called to do. Never, ever let anyone take that away from you.
I’m not one to ask for things to be shared, but if you read this please spread the word. Someone else out there may be going through what I went through in some way, and I want to make sure everyone remembers that they need only please themselves and their creator. It is not your responsibility to make others happy when it makes you miserable.
What do you think the Devil did,
after he fell from Heaven?
Did he curse the Lord's’s name,
He most beloved by Lucifer above all others?
Did he nurse his wounded Pride with poison and fire,
to further stoke the furnace of his Wrath?
Did he vow revenge against all of Creation, and Man most of all, to whom God’s finest angel was expected to bow?
Did he take joy in depriving them of Heaven’s light,
to suffer with him in the cold Darkness, abandoned?
I believe he did all of these things –
but first, I believe he wept.
He cried - not as the Devil, but as a son;
as a child cast out of home,
while his Father called it Love.
Season Three doesn't feel right for Lance AND Voltron creators and actors
Okay so here’s is what’s been on my mind an if you agree please tell me and comment.
Ever since season three is announced and how Lance will join the spotlight I have been getting a really bad feeling. I have had bad feelings relating to real life situations and it sort of comes true and I was correct. But this feeling is worse than ever
Season three will indeed feel wrong to everyone because of the lion switches and Shiro being gone it won’t feel right. That’s obvious. But I feel like something bad is going to happen with the Voltron creators and actors I don’t know what but it’s gonna hurt us fans so much. And I also believe Lance will sacrifice himself at the very last episode and leave us at a cliff hanger.
The thing that creeps me out the most is the creators and actors part of my explanation. I normally don’t have such dark thoughts towards other people that I love but this just doesn’t feel right.
Voltron’s fandom is going horrible fast
Here’s the list of it ALL IN ORDER:
- ship wars that will always happen in regular fandoms
-fans attacking other fans regarding to ships in real life
- non seith fans calling josh Keaton a pedo because he created the name and made jokes regarding to seith
- fake acc blackmailing a company associated with Voltron to make Klance happen
- Bex and a fellow fan have argument which turns bad but forgiven
See that’s where we are at so far. It is getting ridiculous and I know it’s gonna get worse and I’m afraid. Voltron is my heart and soul I love it so much. Voltron is the reason why I haven’t killed myself yet. And OHH trust me I want to but that’s keeping me from it. I just have a really bad feeling.
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Description:Jaebum finds the most beautiful man in his life. Youngjae finds something completely different.
A/N: I wanted to make this, I have no regrets, expect more lol.
His one day off this week has been a terrible experience thus far for Jaebum, and he could only think of going to his favorite little cafe that he always went to clear his thoughts.
Jaebum walked into the cafe one fateful afternoon, and he did not expect to see what he saw. Eyes widening, breath shortening, he took a step forward…many steps forward to the most beautiful person he’d ever met. Basically in front of him, Jaebum realized he’d look creepy if he just sat down without any sort of coffee or something, so he turned around and proceeded to order an iced americano.
Jaebum needed a game plan to talk for the beautiful being. “I don’t want to be a creep,” Jaebum thought as he glanced around the cafe, seeing all of the empty tables. He couldn’t let this man…his possible soulmate…maybe even an actual angel with looks like that…run away. Jaebum was pretty suave when it came to those he liked. People always told him he was chic and sexy, so maybe sitting with this magical human-wait no-this magical ethereal being wouldn’t be off putting.
Because it’s always Freud - hOW could I not see this
You guys. TFP is a terrible episode. None of it makes sense. That’s because none of it is real. It’s supposed to be read as a metaphor.
OK, hear me out. It’s been established in the series, up to this point, that Mycroft acts as Sherlock’s super-ego. He stands for absolute, cold reason - in Sherlock’s head, that is; in reality, he’s an emotional crybaby. In TSoT, Sherlock had to “defeat” Mycroft in his mind palace - “not you, not you, YOU” - in order to let himself go and love John.
Now. Following the Freudian metaphor, Eurus is no doubt the id, which would make Sherlock the ego. There had to be three of them, after all. Sherlock, following a childhood trauma (I think he’s responsible, somehow, for the death of Redbeard - that much might as well be true), has repressed this raw, instinctual, potentially destructive part of himself. He has, metaphorically, locked it in an underground asilum: “the roads we walk have demons beneath, and yours have been waiting for a very long time.”
We all thought that Sherlock had to give up some of his cold reason to love John, and he did, but that wasn’t the final problem - Sherlock had to face his instincts, had to communicate with them, hear what they had to say. We can all agree that, if interpreted realistically, the scene where he hugs Eurus is cheesy af - but he’s not hugging his mad sister, he’s embracing a part of him that he thought he could lock up and forget.
Eurus is also the part of him that’s irrational enough to be attracted to Moriarty - she stands for his dark side. Just as in TAB Sherlock dreams of Moriarty performing fellatio on a gun, Eurus has that weird glass-sex with Moriarty in TFP. The glass that used to separate Sherlock from his instincts, by the way, is called “elephant” - but the elephant hasn’t been there for a while, that is, since Sherlock accepted his love for John. This happened somewhere between S3 and TAB, I believe. This has allowed “Eurus” to come out and start shooting people.
Eurus is Sherlock. It is not by chance that the “I’m you / you’re me / me or you” thing has been a motif since the second season. When Sherlock sees her, she is a weird combination of Sherlock himself and John - suicidal, clever, walks with a cane - and that is because 1) Sherlock and John have become one inseparable being at this point and 2) because Sherlock does identify with John on some level - remember the “I’m you, aren’t I?” of TSoT?
ALSO, ALSO. TST ends just before Eurus appears - we’ve seen her as the girl on the bus, but I think that’s just Sherlock projecting - and ends with Sherlock in therapy. Couldn’t this whole Eurus thing be Sherlock trying to figure himself out? Perhaps creating characters to materialize different parts of himself as therapy? Sherlock has to save John Watson from Sherlock, and he does. Now that he’s come to terms with both his id and his super-ego, he can actually have a constructive relationship and be a complete human being - a “good man.”
All Moffat and Gatiss have to do is to reveal that it was, in fact, all in Sherlock’s head - but no less valid in terms of character development.
[@drumsinheaven because I texted you all of this screaming]
“It doesn’t need to be like this. There’s another way. A way that doesn’t make you lie to everyone including yourself while claiming that you’re not a liar. We call it the Dark Side, yes, but it’s a description that desperately lacks depth. What’s dark about being true to yourself? What’s evil about love and passion? Tell me, if you still think yourself a Jedi.”
Soundtrack of Us (Part Six) - I Believe in a Thing Called Love
Word Count: 4200+ (Sorry, got carried away!)
Pairing: AU!Dean x musician!reader
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Jess, Ellen & Jo Harvelle, Castiel, Russell (OC), Dan (OC), Lisa
Warnings: slight angst, mention of abortion, alcohol, language, fluffz
Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.
Author’s Note: So I finally am done with school for a couple weeks and taking a two week break! I made this one a little longer since it took me a couple weeks to get this part out and it’s also a little less based on a song, but more of the title. I used this chapter to be a part of @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge! Congrats again on 1k, girly! Anyway, I had fun writing this one and straying away from some angst and then having reader have some fun with Dean. Enjoy!
Song is I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness (lolz not Amara). Lyrics are bold and italicized.
Challenge quote: “So… how can we fix this?” in bold.
“Not pregnant from me,” he cut you off and raised a finger, “It’s never with me. Not Ben, not this one. She told me straight up when she found out that it wasn’t mine. And I believe her because I haven’t touched her in months. Especially not this past month.”
He grabbed your hand. You wanted to retract it, knowing you had just seen him comfort Lisa in the same way. However, how could you blame him? Dean had a big heart. He willingly lived a hard-labored life for his brother, took care of Ben for Lisa, you just knew he only did this because he could take it. He was strong enough. But just because he was strong enough, it didn’t mean that he deserved to carry everyone’s qualms. That’s something you learned yourself.
“Oh,” was all you could say. “Dean, I-”
“You don’t have to say anything, o-or apologize, I, uh, I’m just over it all. You didn’t do anything wrong and I don’t blame you if you want to walk away right now. I just hope you don’t. I can’t even think straight right now, I’m such a mess,” he managed to stammer through his tears. You cradled your arms around him as he shrunk into your chest, his sobs muffled into your embrace. You rubbed his back and shushed his tears, not knowing what to say to console him.
Happy Monday! Hopefully this week will be a good one.
Sorry for being pretty quiet lately. The world lost another great musician and the Darkling family lost a member. I never had the pleasure of meeting Denise but I knew of her from the Darklings documentary. My condolences to anyone who knew her.
Stuff like this always gets to me, and reminds me not to take things for granted. We so often forget that. Anyway, let’s all bounce now!
1 Behind every successful man there is a great woman and behind every great woman there is a smart guy staring at her butt.
2 If you don’t believe in oral sex, keep your mouth shut.
3 Opinion is like an ass hole, everyone has one.
4 Avoid rape - say yes.
5 A mistress lies between a mister and a mattress.
6 The game of love is never called off on account of darkness.
7 Thou shalt not commit adultery…unless in the mood.
8 The best thing about masturbation is that you don’t have to talk afterwards.
8 Learn from your parents’ mistakes - use birth control.
9 Assassins do it from behind.
10 Chess players mate better.
11 Are those your eyeballs? I found them in my cleavage.
12 Good girls spit, Bad girls swallow, Naughty girls gargle.
13 Excuses are like asses everyone’s got em and the all stink.
14 Squirrel who runs up woman’s leg do not find nuts.
15 If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put you between F and CK.
16 Sex is the price women have to pay for marriage. Marriage is the price men have to pay for sex.
17 When I was born, I got a choice- A big dick or a good memory. I am not able to remember, what did I choose.
18 Never assume. It makes an “ass” out of “u” and “me”.
19 Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.
20 My wife is a sex object. Evertime I ask for sex,she objects.
21 Impotence: Nature’s way of saying “No hard feelings”.
22 If you think sex is a pain in the ass, you’re doing it wrong.
23 Her kisses left something to be desired � the rest of her.
24 Good girls go to heaven…but bad girls go EVERYWHERE!!.
25 Sex is an emotion in motion.
26 For sale : Twin beds, one hardly used.
27 There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men - don’t and stop, unless they are used together.
28 Anatomy is something everybody’s got, but sure looks better on a woman.
29 The difference between a husband and a lover is the difference between day and night.
30 If he won’t wear a condom, staple his willy at the end. That’ll make him think. Sorta….
31 I was so poor growing up … if I wasn’t a boy … I’d have had nothing to play with.
32 Love without sex is like cooking without eating, but be careful because sex without condom is like driving a car without breaks!.
33 I love you in blue. I love you in red but most of all. I love you in bed.
34 The most enjoyable form of sex education is the braille method.
35 Prostitution is a hole sale business.
36 Lets all be considerate towards animal and let all the cocks meet the pussies of their choice.
Things I learned / was reminded of / don't want to forget about last night
· My friends are amazing and always there for me
· I mean always it was like two or three a.m.,,, shit man
· I can talk to them about whatever, whenever, and I don’t have to feel bad about dumping my shit on them (sorry PJ, still tryin’ to get myself to believe that one)
· Silence on calls is just as therapeutic as talking
· Somewhere, there is an alternate universe where PJ and I are the Fluff King and Queen and @fluffbird is instead the Angst Nonbinary Royalty™. Everything is right with that world, also h a r r y p o t t e r
· My friends make me extremely happy and calm even when I think both of those things are unattainable
· Beep beep beep b e e p
· Darkness and Fluff are adorable and I love them. And PJ. I love them all
· PJ is an actual makeup god, also, dAT EYELINER THO—
· S q u i r t l e
· Flipping people off is a sign of l o v e
· Both Dark and PJ have the literal bests singing voices I cri
· There is no getting on Dark’s level when it comes to Harry Potter trivia
· Being sung to sleep is the actual best feeling and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it
· ‘I think rev is asleep’ ‘wAIT NOPE THEIR EYE OPENED I SAW IT’