the trusted few

I won’t be home for a week ! 
I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to post/draw/answer until next monday, so I just wanted to leave a little message here 💜 

Along with two very hard worker students -w-

i feel the need to express my feeling right now… i’m so fucking mad because of what i saw in this fancam. all the things is not okay. it should not happening. namjoon slipped off after turning, falling on his knees, but directly put himself to his position, and you can see on his face that he’s so fucking tired, and you can see it in his eyes. and at the end, taehyung who needed to be hold, he needed a support because he was about to fall, he was trying so hard to not collapsed on stage. you can actually see taehyung falling backwards… do you think this is acceptable??!! no, of course not. it’s common sense to know that people can only handle so much by being properly well rested and fed. and them, telling us they are okay, that they rest and you don’t have to worry….bullshit. they probably took a nap, but a nap, seriously? a nap is not well rest. a nap is nothing. they need days of rest. they are not robots, they are not toys. and i know that the boys are not about to tell us that they’re being overworked or that they have no time to themselves, because of their contracts, but also because we know they are so thankful to bighit for their success, they’re not about to throw their label out, and they are maybe frightened of losing everything they have now, but they must stop praising bighit tho, and some of you too. and we also know that the boys want to work hard too, and are always willing to work harder but really, there are limits. they have limits. THEY ARE HUMANS. bighit, and even mnet, and this whole industry get your shit together, and stop this, or the boys are going to get hurt, injured or something.

and here, i want to thanks jin to exist and to look after everyone when he was exhausted himself too. jin is such an amazing human being. a real angel. bless him.

everyone has that one character in a show they watch where during every ep they’re usually just waiting for that specific character’s scenes to come on and enjoy everything about them from the way they talk to the way they walk and smile whenever that person comes onscreen. a scene without that character in it feels like it’s just missing something and in your eyes they’re the best thing about the show and you don’t want anything bad to happen to them ever

i noticed that alot of LBGT kids feel like they have to tell their friends and family that theyre LBGT. even if theyll be rejected

and i want to remind u all that nobody is entitled to knowing your romantic, sexual or gender orientations. nobody. you have no moral obligation to share that information if youre not comfortable with doing so

youre not “lying” by not telling people or “hiding”. cause its honestly no ones business but your own

you come out on your own terms when you feel safe and comfortable doing so!! or you can come out to a few trusted people if you want before telling a larger group

dont feel like you owe that information to anyone ok??

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100 Days of AmazingPhil → 1/100

I’M SORRY!

Many strong girls have similar stories: They were socially isolated and lonely in adolescence. Smart girls are often the girls most rejected by peers. Their strength is a threat and they are punished for being different. Girls who are unattractive or who don’t worry about their appearance are scorned. This isolation is often a blessing because it allows girls to develop a strong sense of self. Girls who are isolated emerge from adolescence more independent and self-sufficient than girls who have been accepted by others. Strong girls may protect themselves by being quiet and guarded so that their rebellion is known by only a few trusted others. They may be cranky and irascible and keep critics at a distance so that only people who love them know what they are up to. They may have the knack of shrugging off the opinions of others or they may use humor to deflect the hostility that comes their way.
—  Mary PipherReviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls
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doods done between finals: zelda edition

Not a shitpost, but some advice for my younger followers:

Try to eat healthy. I’m not saying you should live in whole foods, but try to get in the habit of having fruit or veggies whenever you can. You might be fifteen and feel invincible chugging three cans of energy drinks, but trust me. In a few years your body is gonna be craving all the healthy shit you didn’t eat as a kid.

Don’t romanticize staying up late. It’s not healthy. You may score brownie points with your friends if you pull an all-nighter for no discernible reason, but your body will hate you. Believe me when I say everything catches back up to you by the time you’re in your late teens. If you fuck up your sleep patterns while you’re young, you’ve pretty much screwed yourself over for the next few years.

Trust your gut. If you think someone is creepy, keep your distance. Even if your friends insist they’re an okay person, keep your distance. Better safe than sorry. And most of the time, you’ll end up right.

There’s no point in teasing people for their appearance. There’s no point at all. We all have to get up at like 6am to learn about things we don’t care about, let people wear whatever the hell they want. Shut your mouth and move on.

If someone older than you tries to talk to you out of nowhere, stay on your goddamn guard. Even if they’re a person you greatly admire, even if you think they’re the coolest person ever- You are under no obligation to humor them. If they start asking invasive questions (about your age, your sexual habits, anything that raises Warning Bells) then you need to get the hell out of there. Stop responding, either gradually or all at once. Whatever works for you. You’re not being rude- you’re looking out for yourself.

Be kind to people younger than you. You were just like them not too long ago.

buzzfeed.com
Sorry, But Have You Seen Young Colin Firth?
You're welcome in advance.
By Ellie Bate

buzzfeed made a post celebrating young!colin firth and i feel like it’s my duty to share it with you all

Okay but Trini and the other Rangers all having an unspoken agreement to not talk about her scars from Rita’s attack.

They all want to ask Trini about it but they’re scared that she’ll just shrug it off and say it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t bother her and that if they’re going to be Power Rangers, there’s going to be things that hurt them.

Until one day, they’re all just chilling at school during lunch and one of Trini’s teachers sees her and for some reason makes a big deal about her doing well on some sort of test and patting her shoulder before she walks away and Trini shifts uncomfortably. None of them say anything, they all just watch Trini carefully.

She’s still not used to the attention, so the stares she gets from them confuse her until she realizes that they’ve been waiting for her reaction.

Trini doesn’t feel pressured to talk about it, but as all five of them are leaving school that day she just blurts, “Some nights I can’t sleep. It’s gotten to the point where my mom got me some pills to help, but I don’t take them.”

Billy is quiet and nods, because after his dad died, there were some nights when he couldn’t sleep, too. Zack, Jason, and Kim, however don’t really know what to do with the new information. They’re not sure if they should mention that they’re okay with Trini needing help to fall asleep, or if they should ask if she has nightmares or if they should assure her that everything is going to be okay.


Trini goes on and says something along the lines of, “Sometimes I’m scared she’s going to come back, you know? Like, we got rid of her once and I don’t have nightmares or anything but it’s scary thinking one of you guys could get hurt, too. I think it would be worse for me if I didn’t have you guys. It helps knowing that you’d be here if I needed anything.”


They’re all just so taken aback by how honest Trini sounds and Billy tells her that since they’re Power Rangers, they’ll always there for her and that they’re like a family.

People often misunderstand what the old saying about a cat having nine lives means. The cats prefer to keep it a secret, as most humans can’t be trusted with information so fragile and precious, but there are exceptions.

The merchant who shares his leftover fish. The young girl that hides littler after litter of newborn ones in her room until they find new homes. The old man with scars who still has enough kindness to open his shed to let them slip in from the rain. Boys, teenagers, mothers, warriors, brothers - some are trusted.

Exceptions, yes, few nowadays and rare, but honoured all the more.

So nine lives there are indeed. Each cat is born with them and no matter the time or place, they are lost easily.

This is where the story ends for most people.

But for those who are trusted, those who wake up one morning and find a weird taste in their mouth, the scent of a forest never touched by human hands in their nose, and a strange lingering touch of whiskers on their forehead - they know the truth.

Nine lives for this world, is what all our legends used to say.

You, friend of cats, know the ancient, almost forgotten sayings.

You know of cat eyes shining in the deepest night when they shouldn’t be able to. You know of cats staring past your ear, at that forbidden spot right by the frayed corner of your vision, and you fear that if you look, your cat won’t be able to stare it into submission anymore. You don’t look. The cat purrs. You’re safe.

The kittens have all their lives still. They do not look at the edgewalking beasts that whisper through their humans’ house. It will take time until they fall, hurt, learn.

The oldest cats know so much that a touch of their paw will make an entire village shudder. Their quiet voices cast spells. Let them roam. You cannot imagine the things that flee from them as they walk in silence.

Cat friend, you know it in your heart.

You know of the paths they walk that human feet can’t find.

You know of the nights they vanish and return with the scent of blood, earth and salt in their fur, and when your fingers touch their coat, a cold shiver awakes your skin.

Sometimes, they hear things. You don’t know what, but you know enough to let them sit in front of your house or room, paws tucked under, dark stare never leaving an invisible spot in the air.

And when you float between sleep and life, when you’re unlucky enough to claw at the edge of death before you’re ready to go…

Then maybe, friend of cats, you’ll feel a brush of fur along your legs. Maybe, just before you startle with awe in your heart and wake once more, the same pair of eyes that should sleep by your side winks at you from another world.