things my mom will make for you

Guess which movie I watched yesterday!!

Also while I was drawing this my brother complained they were too tall and asked me to draw Harold (cause initially it was just Harold) in the original artstyle (textually: “draw him as a brick”) and so this thing was born

Blondes with weird hair which makes them taller with weird cowlicks and striped shirts are my true and only weakness

5 things

thanks for tagging me! @weasley-studies​ 

5 things you’ll find in my bag
   - lip balm

   - mini mirror

   - coupons

   - phone

   - gum

5 things you’ll find in my room
   - lots of makeup

   - lots of stationery

   - white furniture

   - my hamster

   - me

5 things I’ve always wanted to do
   - backpack across thailand

   - roadtrip w friends

   - visit hawaii

   - danceeeee, i wish my parents put me in dance classes as a kid

   - go to a rave

5 things that make me happy
   - photography

   - thunderstorms

   - fried chicken

   - sushi

   - dogs

5 things I’m currently into
   - bullet journals

   - ~asmr~

   - harry potter

   - photography

   - dance moms

5 things on my to-do list

   - dorm shopping 

   - car shopping

   - fix my uglyyasz roots

   - grocery shopping

   - college orientation!!

tagging anybody who wants to do this!

anonymous asked:

Hey! I have an unusual request. My moms the one who got me into fanfiction and she's a huge Harry Potter fan! She really likes snapexharry though. Is there any way you can write something like that? Or really Harry Potter in general? (Id prefer it's not smut so she isn't like "Lillian!")

wow! i can’t believe your mom got you into it, that’s amazing! i’ve seen people write snape x harry things before but sadly it’s just not my thing and i don’t think i’d be able to write it to the best of my ability when i don’t feel anything for it :(( maybe you could get her into drarry and make her read one of my drarry fics haha!

pansexualbcky  asked:

aaaa if you do it, good luck love! if you don't, dont worry <3

ohhhh my god I just came out to my dad (since my mom already knows and my brother isnt home yet) but first of all tysm aaaAAAHHHH im screaming

it went pretty well ??? he was really supportive and told me he didn’t care about who I loved as long as I was happy, we talked for awhile and it was nice and he like went on this whole thing about how I should cut off people who aren’t accepting of me which was awesome

towards the end though I was like “so you didn’t suspect it 👀” and he responded “Well with all the laughing you did, I just figured you were really happy. Not gay” AND THEN I WAS LIKE ALRIGHT GOODNIGHT SDJFHDSIO FUCKING ICONIC QUOTE ABOUT ME BEING BI FROM MY D A D

anonymous asked:

i did have a question: if youre like HIGHLY feminine, how do you handle that kind of extreme change or do it so it wouldnt seem so sudden to other ppl?

i would say the best way to go about it is very gradually changing how you present, IF that’s what you want to do!

the way i went about doing it, at least with my hair (since i hated makeup and never wore it except on maybe two occasions), since my mom was obsessed with me being feminine/making me present that way, was either pretending to like or actually using the actresses i liked as gateways into presenting differently as a foot in the door thing.

with hair as an example, my hair used to go all the way down to my hips, and i knew i wanted it short but didn’t know how much, so i went searching for actresses with much shorter hair but not ‘too short’. alice from twilight is my biggest example, because she’s still very feminine but it was a good way to start lengthwise for me:

so i got my hair chopped off to that, and then EVERY time my hair started getting kind of long, i’d have an actress with just a little bit shorter hair. my mom would come to all of my damn hair appointments so i would just hype up this one actress for a couple of weeks and talk about how much i loved her and she was in xyz and i’d get my hair cut more and more and nobody really caught on. i would talk about how awesome pixie cuts were, just spin the truth a little bit etc etc.

i don’t like suggesting to someone to change their wardrobe or anything like that because you might like your wardrobe, but in the event that you don’t, slowly buying more neutral colors and no low-cut shirts was what i did, i just stopped wearing all the ones that showed off my boobs/wore baggier clothes/jackets/etc, and i think the same thing could be said about makeup… working towards androgyny is infinitely easier than trying to go from super feminine to super masculine, and that’s what i did before i was out of the house and able to do what i wanted with my hair and wardrobe 

Thought for the day: I’ve seen a lot of people going crazy over Wonder Woman and Star Wars and stuff in terms of like what this will do for current little girls. And while representation is good and so important, there were female role models when I was going up too. There were good female role models when my mom was growing up. These things are important but misogyny and the patriarchy will not be profoundly altered by a movie. They run so deep and are so ingrained in society that it will take a lot more to dig them out. Don’t let something like Wonder Woman make you complacent and think we’ve won. We haven’t, and there’s a long way to go.

anonymous asked:

hey i need some advice my friend invited ne to go to pride, but im in the closet n lowkey scared bc i got hella bad social anxiety n my mom planned a family day bc i havent spent time w her in a while but i feel like,,, idk not a good gay if i dont go to pride :/// n i feel bad leaving my friend aaaaa idk what to do

hey! first of all you have to understand that nobody is forcing you to do either of the things; yet it seems you’d prefer doing summin with your mama, which is absolutely understandable.
it does not make you a ‘bad gay’ for taking your time, being with your family and slowly becoming more and more confident in your identity. it’s open to you but please know that people will love, appreciate and support you no matter what!

I just saw this on Reddit today and I wanted to share it here.

When you’re a parent, you have to realize that the child you brought into this world is going to be their own person and you’ll have to start getting into things you may not understand and have ZERO interest in.

However, you damn well better act like you are.

I can still remember the feeling as a kid getting Pokemon Red and it being something I loved so much, so I wanted to share that with my mom. I wanted to show her my team, tell her about the gym leaders I took down, and she just took a glance at the Game Boy color and went “mmhhhmm”.

She gave zero shits when I beat Banjo-Kazooie, a game which was INCREDIBLY hard for grade school me and you can make me have war flashbacks if you so much as say “Rusty Bucket Bay”.

My town in Animal Crossing? Catching rare fish? Who cares?

I liked a cartoon series so much that I wrote little stories about it? “No, I don’t want to read it.”

This type of stuff matters to kids so damn much and she’ll never realize how much it hurt our relationship. It might not seem like a big deal she never sat down and watched me play something like Luigi’s Mansion, but that’s how kids try and bond with their parents.

After constantly being shot down they’ll eventually stop talking to you entirely. 

My dear trans boys, 

You’re allowed to be “stereotypically male”. 

You’re allowed to have interests or hobbies that are considered stereotypically male. 

You’re allowed to dress or present yourself in a way that is considered stereotypically male.

You’re not “overdoing it”. You’re not “reinforcing outdated gender roles”. It’s not necessarily “toxic masculinity”. 

You don’t need to be proof that trans boys can be soft or pink or cute. Your life is not a political essay on social gender roles. It’s about what makes you feel happy and comfortable with yourself - and if that’s things that are “stereotypical”, then nobody gets to judge you for that. 

That applies no matter if you’ve identified as a trans man for years or are only just starting to discover your gender identity (or starting to question if you might be a trans boy!). 

 With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

My dear lgbt+ kids,

Asexuality is defined by something you do not feel - and that can make it a very confusing thing! 

“Asexuals don’t feel sexual attraction” sounds simple - but what even is sexual attraction? How can you know if you’ve never felt it?

This dilemma is one of the reasons many people have not “always known” they’re asexual. If you have no idea what sexual attraction is (because you’ve never felt it), it’s very easy to assume that this thing you do feel is probably sexual attraction. 

This thing might be: libido, arousal, romantic attraction, aesthetic attraction.. 

But the truth is that asexual people can (and many do) feel all those things - and are still asexual! 

It can be hard to slap a definition on such things because they’re such “blurry”, hard-to-grasp concepts but I’ll try to write down some (simplified) definitions to help you distinguish between them: 

Sexual attraction is “Wow, I want to have sex with that person.” 

Romantic attraction is “Wow, I want to have a romantic relationship with that person”. 

Aesthetic attraction is “Wow, that person is beautiful to me” 

Libido is “Wow, my body wants to have sex right now” 

Arousal is “Wow, my body is reacting to stimulation” (This stimulation might be sexual touch or sexual thoughts but can also be non-sexual touch or thoughts that trigger a physical reaction “down there”) 

Asexual people don’t feel sexual attraction but can feel any or even all of the other things - It doesn’t make you any less asexual if you do! <3 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

SANA AND ELIAS TALKED ABOUT YOUSEF. AND HE TOLD HER THAT LIKE, YEAH I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE HIM AND IT’S OKAY, HE’S A GREAT GUY. AND SANA WAS LIKE ‘BUT HE’S NOT MUSLIM’ AND ELIAS WAS ALL “YOUSEF IS THE MOST MUSLIM GUY I’VE MET. HE DOESN’T DRINK. HE HAS A GOOD HEART’ ETC. “BUT HE DOESN’T BELIEVE IN ALLAH’ ‘DOESN’T BELIEVE IN ALLAH…LISTEN WHAT’S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. GO AROUND AND SAY THAT YOU BELIEVE IN ALLAH, OR LIVE LIKE YOU BELIEVE IN ALLAH. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING FOR ME IS FOR MY SISTER TO BE HAPPY” “BUT MOM DOESN’T SEE IT LIKE THAT” “MOM JUST CARES FOR YOU. AND SHE GREW UP IN A DIFFERENT TIME AND IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY”


AND THEN ELIAS IS ALL “I DON’T LIKE TO SEE YOU SAD BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SAD” “I’M NOT SAD”

AND THEN SANA INVITES ELIAS TO THE PARTY AND TELLS HIM TO BRING YOUSEF.

I’m so proud of Ben for this. Coming from someone who’s mother died as a result of alcohol and drug addiction, it’s so refreshing seeing someone being able to seek treatment not only for themselves but for their own family. Because nothing hurts more than seeing someone struggle through addiction and not want to get better. Trust me I know how that feels. We stand with you Ben! We’re all happy to see you taking the steps to get better.

you have no idea how incredibly reckless i would be if i didnt spend all my time stopping my best friend from being incredibly reckless

My dear girls who love girls, 

Your attraction to girls is not defined by your opinion on boys. 

You can have lots of boys in your circle of friends. You can even only have boys in your circle of friends. Or you can have no close friendships with boys whatsoever. 

You can think boys are great. You can even think boys are gorgeous. You can not care about boys at all. Or you can find the majority of them pretty boring and not aesthetically pleasing at all. 

You can be afraid or uncomfortable around boys, especially after negative experiences. 

None of these things make your attraction to girls any less real, beautiful or valid. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

  • Kageyama: Hey, who wants to start a gang?
  • Lev: I’ll ask my mom.
  • Hinata: My mom wants to talk to your mom just to make sure it’s okay.
  • Yamaguchi: My mom said it’s okay as long as I’m back before supper.
  • Kindaichi: My mom volunteers to carpool.
  • Yachi: Can you pick me up my mom wants to see who is taking me.
  • Kunimi: My mom wants to know if it’s an overnight thing and who’s house we’re staying at.
  • Goshiki: My mom says she can do snacks for us.
Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.4

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5



“You’re a mistake! You should have never even been born!” the group of nine-year old’s like yourself, taunted you.

You were mindlessly walking outside during recess, until a group of kids from your class cornered you. They formed a circle around you, deciding to remind you of what kind of blasphemy you were.

“Just leave me alone!” you screeched back at them, just wanting to distance yourself. You tried to leave, but there was no escape, as they would just push you back into the middle of the circle.

“Where are you going you little bitch?” a boy who was a bit taller than you mocks.

When you glare at him to try to push past, he shoves you roughly back, making you fall on the cold cement. You cringe when you skid against the ground, layers of skin from your elbows and hands being ripped off.

Each of them laugh at you, as you just sit still on the ground, not daring to look up at them. Why did this always have to happen to you?

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But tell me, what do you do when you used to talk to someone every single day, when you looked forward to the evening cause you knew you’d get a “goodnight baby, I love you” every night after work, when you used to kiss and cuddle and sleep in the same bed, when you used to go for walks and listen to music until 3 am and get drunk together and have showers and share the morning coffee, when you used to hear them say “my mom says hi” or “you’re so beautiful”, when you used to talk about so many things and share points of view and make plans for the holidays, please tell me what you’re supposed to do when it all stops and ends and dies, when the passionate words and the laughter dissipate to whispers, and their breathing while they’re asleep in your arms just turns into silence as you lie awake on your own, tell me, how do you carry on with your life after this, how do you survive such a tragedy?
—  Scared Thoughts
Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!

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Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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