this is the best post on my blog okay

Just Remember

Alright, so, this is probably going to be my last Fic post in THIS blog, it will still be active, it will still post Voltron stuff, I just start posting the fics from my WRITER Blog, so everything is orginized and stuff :D

Anyways, I was having a shitty morning with myself so, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t bc I was in traffic and like, so many people around so I did the best thing: I wrote. 

Langst but also happy langst. Even Lance have these moments guys, they are valid and okay. 

Ps. Hope it’s not too hard or stressful to read? 

Disclaimer: Voltron dosen’t belong to me. 


Shiro’s disappointed glare.

Lance punches the bag.

Pidge’s annoyed roll of eyes.

Another punch followed by a kick.

Keith’s exasperated scoff.

Kick, punch, shout.

Hunk’s exhausted sigh.

Punch, kick, punch, tears.

Coran’s shake of head.

Tears, punch, shout.

Allura’s skeptical frown.

Screams.

Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.

He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.

Shiro’s disappointed glare turns into a concern one once he catches Lance’s weak whimpers as he cradles his own hand to his chest.

Frowning in worry, Shiro steps into the training room and takes a seat besides the brunet as Lance tries to hide his injured wrist.

“Lance, buddy, there’s no need to push yourself, I told you.” He reprimands gently, giving him a look when the brunet doesn’t allow him to get a better look of his wrist, “This training is new, you don’t need to be an expert the very same day you learn it.”

Lance sighs as he lets Shiro takes his wrist into his hands and the older teen inspects it carefully. and just hums dryly as an answer.

“Buddy, you’re already our sharpshooter, it’s okay to take your own pace as you learn to improve yourself.” Shiro says quietly after a few minutes in silence as he wraps Lance’s wrist in a white bandage, “You are getting used to the new form of your bayard, these things take time.”

“I know.” Lance answers softly, a small frown on his face, “But I feel like I’m letting you all down if I don’t learn to use it fast enough. What if we are in the battle field and because I still don’t know how to use or if I shot someone innocent or worse, one of you guys, by accident and -”

“Lance.” Shiro cuts off, not unkindly, “You’re our sharpshooter. The entire team and I have full faith in you.” He offers a proud smile at the brunet, “You would never miss a shot.”

Lance takes a deep breath as he let go of his abused lower lip. He sighs, wiping the thin line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth as he raises his head.

“It’s all in your mind.” Lance tells himself, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the light. “It’s all in your mind, it’s all in your mind. It’s okay. It’s valid. Just remember.”

The brunet takes a deep breath. “Just remember.”

He stays in silence for a little longer.

Pidge’s roll her eyes annoyed as Lance cheers in victory when the screen in the break room flashes the words of ‘Victory For Azul’ in big gold letters.

“Yeah, ok, you win this round, Mister.” Pidge says, shoving him by the arm, smirking when the brunet’s laughs, “I will win the next round, for sure.”

Lance chuckles as he raises his hand and ruffles Pidge’s wild bed hair. “We have been playing this game for like two hours, Pidge, aren’t you tired of me already?”

Pidge scoffs as if the mere question offended her. “Pick up your controller, Mr. Spanish; I’m kicking your ass.” She declares as she presses a few buttons and the screen shows the announcement of Round 4.

Pidge wins until Round 10.

Lance’s mouth twitches as his brain keeps filling him with the missing scenes with his team.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He falls back on the mat and lays down, closing his eyes as he repeats his breathing exercise.

“You’re okay.” He breathes out softly, “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

Keith scoffs exasperated as he watches his boyfriend hog the entire blanket in their bed.

“Lance, no.” He whines, stomping his foot against the floor, “Stop hogging the blanket every time I go take a shower.”

“Nop.” Lance replies from the bottom of the mountain of blankets, “You’re the one who wants to train so late, bear the consequences, buddy.”

“Babe!” The black haired man shouts annoyed and Lance suppresses his snickers as Keith’s pouts.

“Nope.” He repeats gleefully before yelping in surprise when a body slams itself from above, successfully crushing him, “Keith!”

Keith laughs playfully as he lays above Lance comfortably on his stomach, meeting Lance’s bright blue eyes easily even in the darkness around them, “Hi there.”

Lance snorts before he smiles. “Hello, hello.” He answers softly, reaching towards his boyfriend and Keith quickly meets him halfway.

“You’re comfy.” Keith confesses quietly against his lips and Lance laughs.

“Oh, hush.” He says as he smiles and nuzzles his face against Keith lovingly.

Lance hums quietly under his breath as his breathing goes back to normal after a few minutes.

He taps the surface of the mat he’s lying in with the tip of his fingers, following the rhythm of the song he’s humming.

Hunk sighs exhausted as he takes in the sight of his best friend covered in food goo.

“Lance, buddy, what’cha doin’?” He asks, fighting back the grin that threatens to appear as the brunet blinks surprised.

“Uh…” He starts, voice trailing unsure, “The mice made me do it?”

Said group of mice squeak at the accusation before Hunk accepts his losing battle as he laughs.

“Let me guess?” Hunks say and Lance nods, waving his hand as permission, “You tried to make my goo cookies?”

A pause.

“No…?” Lance answers, smiling innocently as some goo falls from his hair and Hunk shakes his head.

“Dude, if you wanted some you could have just ask me.” He says, stepping into the kitchen and wiping some of the goo from his friend’s hair and then grabs a clean cloth from the counter.

Lance pouts as he accepts the cloth and wipes his face. “I didn’t want to bother you.” He confesses softly.

Hunk snort amusedly. “Buddy, baking, food and you will never be a bother for me.” He reassures, smiling big and bright at the sheepish brunet, “Now, come on! Let’s do some baking!”

“I heard baking!” Shiro’s shout echoes around them as the leader of Voltron slides into the kitchen with a bright smile, “I call dibs on Lance’s biscuits.”

“No, no, those are mine, Shiro!” Come Keith’s shout as the younger brother jumps on Shiro’s back to fight him.

Lance and Hunk start baking, ignoring the wrestling brothers on the floor.

The brunet takes his training gloves as he sighs calmly when the door of the training room opens and closes and steps makes their way towards him.

He doesn’t need to open his eyes to acknowledge the warm body lying beside him.

He takes Keith’s hand into his own in silence.

Coran shakes his head and Lance’s face fall.

“Hey, come on, now.” Coran says as soon as he notices the brunet’s sad eyes, “You are doing great, Lance! You got 9 out of 12 correct!” He praises, smiling big and proud at the brunet sitting in front of him.

Lance pouts. “Well yeah, but still, I’m still nowhere good. I can barely understand it! I will be a miracle if I’m ever able to speak it with you guys.”

Coran’s face softens at the words. “Oh, Lance, the mere fact you want to learn Altean is enough. Allura and I are so grateful that you are giving us this small time of normality that allows us to remember our roots.”

He leans forward to ruffle Lance’s head. “You’re doing great, mikró ílio.”

Lance blinks before he beams. “Little sun.” He translates softly and Coran smiles back just as brightly, pride clear in his eyes.

He doesn’t know how long they have been lying there, but at some point, Lance’s humming had stopped but Keith’s voice had filled in the silence, singing softly and quietly under his breath,

Lance allows himself to smile.

Allura’s skeptical frown turns into a confused one as Lance points at the corner of the screen.

“Okay, I understand your point, but wouldn’t it be easier to create a distraction and then just take the quintessence?” She asks and Lance taps his chin in deep thought.

“Well,” He starts, “It’s an option, but remember that the quintessence is something real valuable to the Galra, specially to Lotor now that Zarkon is out of commission. Their guards have been doubled since out last attack.”

Tapping twice into the screen, the video of their last mission appears. “See? The room is filled with druids plus some Galra Soldiers and the occasional Supervisor making rounds. A direct attack would only put them in higher alert even when some of us are sneaking in.”

“So sneaking in from the start is the best option.” Allura muses and Lance shrugs.

“It’s our best shot.” Lance declares, smiling when Allura nods her head at him and smiles.

“Well, you’re our sharpshooter, there’s no way we’re missing this.”

“Thank you, amor.” Lance says softly, turning his head to meet Keith’s face and his heart flutters when Keith’s blue eyes meet his own.

Keith stops his singing to smile gently at his boyfriend, “You okay?” He asks quietly, reaching out to brush Lance’s bangs away from his face and his eyes turn tender when the brunet nuzzles his face against his hand.

“Nah, my mind is still being a bitch.” Lance confesses, turning slightly to drop a small kiss against Keith’s palm, “But you being here kicks its ass, so I will be.”

“And I will be here.” Keith says, leaning forward to drop his own his against the brunet’s forehead.

“Thank you, amor.”

It’s funny how personal stimming can be. This is my best imitation of one of my mom’s favorite stims, which she highly recommends for self soothing.

It doesn’t work for me at all. Doing it feels forced, not like my own stims, which feel like breathing.

And yet I’ve “tried out” other stims and had them seamlessly integrate themselves into my body language and sensory diet.

Every autistic person is unique. If your stims don’t look like the “common”/expected stims, it’s okay. You’re okay, and you’re still autistic.

If your stims are exactly what you’ve seen in scaremongering videos, articles, and blog posts, it’s okay. You’re okay, and you’re not a freak, annoying, or a tragedy.

If you’ve started stimming more or differently since finding out you’re autistic, or picked up stims from other people, it’s okay. You’re okay, and you’re not faking.

Happy Autism Acceptance Month. You’re okay, and you are loved.

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hi, hey, hello it’s me, emma, here again! i decided it was once again time for me to host a new studyblr awards as i recently discovered that i have a total of 10k friends. yes, 10,000 people are enjoying my blog and can you even imagine how weird that feels?

okay now on to the rules:

— be mostly a studyblr
— there is no need for you to follow me but it would be nice if you do
— if you are a side blog, please mention your main in the tags
— you must reblog this post at least once

categories:

— fave small blog( under 1k)
— fave medium blog(1k- 3k)
— fave large blog( 3k+)
— best overall
— best theme
— best original content
— sweetest blogger

prizes:

— mentioned in a post that shows up on 10k+ dashes
—  a genuine follow from me ( i follow from @humina )
—  you can request shout outs and subtle promos 3 times
—  if you want you can request moodboards, name aesthetics or anything similar

disclaimer - this is not indicative of how good a student, blog, or person you are! these are merely my own opinions and favourites okay?

the deadline is july 31st so you have plenty of time to enter! please enter and don’t let this flop lol.

gentle reminders from you

Here’s a reminder to anyone here who is new or who doesn’t know, or even those of you that have forgotten, that the submit for this blog is permanently open to suggestions for gentle reminders. And if this is being posted, the queue is almost empty!

Despite the entirety of the GRSHN being run and administered by one person, that doesn’t mean that my journey to spread positivity is walked alone; thanks to this blog and all of you, it never has been. 

Any and all suggestions for posts will be extremely appreciated, however it’s okay if you don’t want to or can’t submit anything, or if you would rather your submit come through as anonymous; I’ve tried my best to offer as many options as I can to include everyone who wants to help out. I appreciate all of you, no matter what. However please be mindful of the rules of submitting before you send anything in. 

This is a great way to be involved with the GRSHN and the community’s efforts towards spreading positivity. Thank you all so much for the continuous and overwhelming support since day one; let’s continue to make dashboards a brighter place!

I hope you have a lovely day today. :)

Small Towns (Part 1)

A/N: I figured i would put this up on my blog as well. I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all-around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

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A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate. But then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order was almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six. A look of terror fell over Lou’s pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

He winked and disappeared again into the kitchen already shouting orders from behind the double doors. I turned and started towards my table, already digging in my bag for my book. I slid into the booth facing the LED “Open” sign in the window and kicked my feet up onto the cushions across from me, my nose buried in the book.

Fifteen minutes went by before my reading was interrupted by the toddler screaming his head off two tables over. He was fighting with his older brother over the cheap box of crayons that the waitress had apparently only given them one of. I flashed a sympathetic smile to mother who was desperately trying to hush her children. She glanced around the diner meeting the eyes on her when an apologetic look. The bell above the door rang once more and a familiar shape stepped into in to the diner with a brunette following close behind.  

“Shawn!” I heard Lou call from the Kitchen before the two silver doors swung open. I sunk deeper into my chair resisting the urge to look at them. “I was beginning to think you fell off the side of the earth!”

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Aro-spec Awareness Week 2017

Hey everyone :)

As you might (or might not) know, Aro-spec Awareness Week will be from 19th till 25th February this year - less than a week from now!

I really wanted to do something for Aro-spec week this year, but sadly it’s still exam season here, so I barely have any time for tumblr. Since Aro-spec Week is only once a year I didn’t want to miss it completely, though - and this is where you come in.

If you want to celebrate Aro-spec Week 2017 on this blog, share your ideas/thoughts/art/puns/… with me!

I’ve drawn up a quick plan for posts (though this isn’t written in stone, so if you have any suggestions for other themes or have a post that doesn’t fit the theme of the day, please submit anyway):

Sunday, 19th February: Aro-spec headcanons!
You know that one character who is totally aro-spec? The one you could relate to immediately or read that one fanfic of and headcanoned them as aro-spec ever since? Whether you have drawings, stories or just write the character’s name (and series/movie/book) in my submission box, it will be highly appreciated!

Monday, 20th February: Aro-spec Art Day
Quick aro doodles and art of your favourite character or the aro flag or whatever you can think of! Or do you have a favourite piece of aro-spec art on tumblr? Tag me and I’ll reblog it!

Tuesday, 21st February: How did you find out you were aro-spec?
Whether there was one specific event you can recall perfectly or many small moments that still sometimes make you realize that you’re way too aro-spec for this sh*t - share them here!

Wednesday, 22nd February: What I like about the a-spec community
What is says in the title - what do you like about the aro-spec community? The chatrooms, the puns, this very blog? ;) (Okay, I was just kidding with that last one, but really - submit away:D)

Thursday, 23rd February: Intersectionality
Aro-spec and asexual, bisexual, heterosexual, homosexual, pansexual…? Tell me about your struggles or experiences, share art, jokes, whatever!

Friday: 24th February: Aro-spec recommendations
A book/tv show/movie with an aro-spec character? Your favourite aro fanfic? A cool playlist? Share your recommendations here!

Saturday, 25th February: Aro Jokes and Puns
Everyone knows we have the best jokes - of course this had to be part of aro-spec week!

I’ll try to fill my queue with posts related to these topics, but it would be super awesome if you could share your own ideas etc. - either by submitting something to this blog (whether it’s a page-long rant or two words - I’ll happily take it) or tagging me in your posts so I can reblog them!

The earlier you submit, the more time I have to sort out my queue, so submissions start right now - but if you find/make something on the last day of Aro-spec Week, please submit anyway :) I’ll use the hashtags ‘#arospec17′ and ‘#arospec awareness week’

anonymous asked:

hi senpai! what are your recommendations for skk and fyoya fics? love your blog!

OKAY IT’S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH AGAIN RUBS HANDS HERE WE GO

I’ve already made 2 fic rec posts HERE and HERE but because I lurk like a loser here are some more recs:

- Anything and everything by Kuranoa. Hands down one of the best fyoya + skk combi writers in my book, really lovely humor but when she angsts it smashes you until you’re a pile of dust and you hate yourself but you keep reading. And my god her Chuuya is badass adorable

- Anything by Memos. Not even gonna lie I cry over her nsfw at least 30 times a day then cry some more in the bathroom then cry some more before I go to bed because her fics are just that good

- Anything by AnonLearnsToWrite. Their humour is grade S excellent I laugh everytime, it’s really so on point and their plots are so damn precious and I really love their characterizations of Dazai. But can they please update Three’s a crowd because I’m dying. 

- Anything by writingfromtheshadows. Especially if you’re a fan of mafia boss Dazai and badass Chuuya. The ust can drive you nut at times but they do compensate with… several pieces of delicious nsfw and generally I just want more but pls stop killing me with the ust.

- At this point, deep sighs, sells soul to devil, anything by Kibasix. But everyone and their fifth removed cousins know I’m blatantly a Kibasix fangirl so what else is new really. 

- All the skk fics by WhisperingWinds99 because I’m kind of a loser and haven’t really read their sskk ones. BUT THEIR FICS ARE REALLY ADORABLE AND PRECIOUS AND IT SOOTHES MY SOUL EVERYTIME MY FLUFFY ANGEL AMONG ALL OF YOU ANGSTY DEVILS. 

- I generally really love hitherelovely’s fics because mmmmmmm their Dazai is delicious and just KDSJFHAKJFHAKF FANS SELF but their themes might be a bit heavy for some of you so this is a rec but rec with caution please read tags carefully before proceeding.

- Noir. This fic is one of the rare instances where I have to say that the portrayal of Chuuya is perfect. It explores his relationships with other characters in such a good way that it makes everything in my soul hurt. And the realistic ending of it makes me cry all the way until this day. Please. For the love of God. Read it.   

- Touch me. AKA THAT ONE TEACHER! DAZAI/MILITARY!CHUUYA THAT I FINALLY GOT HOLY SHIT INCOHERENT KEYBOARD SLAM. Very detailed setting, Chuuya is the cutest, Dazai is a little shit just like how I want him to be, and the smut… oooooh boooooooy. I’ve already recced her in my last posts and there’s a sequel in progress as well so tbh just check out her profile

A Spring Without You is Coming. Aka that one fic that made me curse three times in the span of 2 minutes 48 seconds because WOW WHO AUTHORIZED THAT HOW DARE  YOU WHAT THE FUCK. No seriously what the fuck. What. Who hurt you.

Mommy Is Daddy’s Only! THIS ONE HAS BABY SKK AND IT’S REALLY CUTE AND IT ALSO HAS FYOYA AND TACHUU IN IT SO HELL YEAH. Or you can just read it solely for Akutagawa throwing his milk bottle in Fyodor’s face.

- 1893. Oh my god. Dazai’s POV in this. I’m just. I have no words. Actually I have one word. Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Wow that’s 3 words but okay it’s so good it would deserve 3 thousand words but I’m just mostly speechless.

- Eight time’s the charm. Ever feel like being cockblocked? Then cockblocked some more? Then cry because you got so cockblocked you don’t know what to do? This is just the right fic for you. Just. Trust me. Go for it. 

- The Courtesan. Let’s see. You have Fyoya and SKK. You have courtesan Chuuya (whisper through gritted teeth yes holy shit). You have your one and only Moulin Rouge AU. And the writing is gorgeous. Need I say more chop chop get on it but BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE FRIGGIN PAIN BECAUSE MOULIN ROUGE. 

lazilydeepcoffee  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.

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[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

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                                                                        SHE’S HERE!😭💝

          Yesterday, June 12th at 2 a.m I had an appointment to be induced due to a growth issue with my daughter. I wasn’t actually induced until after 5 a.m and I didn’t have my daughter, Zariyah, until 4:21 p.m. It was a rough time for me and I’m so, so thankful to have had people here to support me.You guys are my family and I love each and every one of you so much! My mom couldn’t make it because she was in Paris for business but Jayden’s mom had the idea to FT her and it was the strangest yet sweetest thing. 🙌🏾

       Just wanted to update my Tumblr fam and let you guys know that I’m okay, Riyah’s okay, some of the best doc’s in NY are tending to her,  and I’m already so obsessed with this little girl @mysimbrotherskeeper and I made. She literally makes time stand still for me 😢😍 Our baby was 7lbs, 3oz & 19 inches.

w/ @ashter-blank , @bornsuccessful , @dawnreese , @taylorporter and the best nurse in NY @tysheemgates .

anonymous asked:

Heyy, I was wondering when having sweet cheat meals, is there a maximum of sugar you'd say would be okay so I wouldn't ruin my gains? Also, what is the best way to have a cheat meal? Pre/post workout, in the morning... :) Fantastic blog btw!!

To answer your question there is no “maximum” amount of sugar, but you should please yourself without having a food coma :).

With years of experience, I would highly recommend you to find the right balance in your nutrition plan.

Instead of having a restricting diet and craving for the next cheat meal, simply include things you like on a daily basis. Let’s say you love cookies. Instead of waiting for the next cheat meal to eat 20 cookies in a row. Why not simply include 1-2 cookies on a daily basis. Even better, why not take them before exercising so it will give you the energy to kill your workout.

Find what works for you best and stick to it!

More info on the 80/20 rule:

https://www.gymaholic.co/articles/the-80-20-rule

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time for some late night body positivity. because this is my blog and I do what I want.

so here’s me. no makeup, no filter, nothing. I have really bad skin. redness, acne, and psoriasis all over my face.

this post is just to say that even though i’m really dang self conscious about my skin, it’s still me. and I will love it, whether or not others consider it worth loving.

i would like to think my blog is a place where i can be no one and that would be okay, i can be no one, unidentified and express my feelings, opinions and thoughts that i don’t want to share out loud. I like the fact that people have no idea who i am, i am just another person on tumblr that someone follows because they like the posts. They like the content and not the person behind it. When i first started i wanted to be recognised but not so much anymore. I could be your neighbour, best friend, or a stranger on the street but you would have no idea. We hide behind a username because that way no one can recognise you and realise what kind of person you are. I personally like people to guess what kind of person i am just to see how i’m putting myself across and to see how wrong or right they are.

anonymous asked:

do you think cole Sprouse is problematic? I saw it on a post

Is it the post from that blog that tries to pull receipts out on celebrities’ problematic-ness? I saw that awhile back. Like I’m okay with calling out truly reprehensible behavior that they don’t amend or learn their lessons from (Donald Trump, Mel Gibson, Johnny Depp, Roman Polanski, Azaelia Banks, my best friend’s physically abusive ex bf are a few that come to mind), but the Cole post is so much reaching it’s embarrassing. Like they claim he doesn’t want Jughead to be asexual but the interview link they provide has him saying how he doesn’t think it’s what the writers are going to do but he thinks it would be good to have Jughead be asexual and have that representation.

The Debbie Ryan thing is also a reach. She doesn’t say which friend was manipulating her, so to say it’s Cole is all speculation (and if it was Cole, why are they still hanging out and friends today?)

The gf stuff, idk maybe he was a douchebag emotionally. We’re not part of that relationship, we don’t know what it was like. It’s possible.

The Tumblr sociology experiment and his comments about race all sound like he’s talking from a sociological and anthropological perspective (which was his focus in college). He comes across as intellectual hipster type (also how he came across to me in person) but not a terrible person.

Saying he called BLM activists “cannibals” is also a reach. He was saying them stopping Bernie’s speech was counterintuitive. Like way to crucify him for a metaphor and not liking his word choice for it. He didn’t say “I think BLM activists are like cannibals”

I don’t remember the rest of the claims. Anyway, I’m not saying Cole isn’t problematic, I’m saying he just seems as problematic as most of us are.

Like I recently found a bunch of tweets of mine from high school that were insensitive to the trans community (misgendering people, using terms that are probably considered offensive). I didn’t do it out of intentional prejudice, but out of total ignorance of knowing appropriate terms and words to use. It was 2007 and I was a sixteen year old idiot who had never even met an transgender person before or even talked to one online. But after joining my school’s GSA, I was educated on terminology. And I’ve never made that same mistake again.

But if I was a celebrity, I can guarantee the receipts would be pulled and I would be “forever” cancelled even though I’ve learned from my mistake.

I just hate how everyone on Tumblr is on some mission to permanent cancel™ people 24/7.

Insomnia’s Cure Masterlist

OKAY SO! I’m having an issue with my links working in the tumblr app. It’s kinda hard to find my content under all the posts I reblog so here’s a little masterlist of everything I’ve written up until now! :) I’ll be reblogging this every so often as I post more for everyone’s convenience. That being said, my blog is best viewed in a browser–desktop and mobile both. If only just to access my various links.

Chocobro Headcanons

Noctis Lucis Caelum

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Gladiolus Amicitia

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Ignis Scientia

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Ardyn (Lucis Caelum) Izunia

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take a look 👀👀👀 at this! that ➡️right ➡️ there is a good tag. ✉️✉️ can we talk about artemis ✉️✉️ please, @macdenniss ? i’ve been dying 🤒🤢 to talk about artemis ✉️✉️ with you all day, okay 👌🏽? glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. this name keeps coming ⬆️up ⬆️ over and over again. every day, posts ✉️ about glenn are getting sent 📪 all over my dash . glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. glenn 🐸🐸 howerton. i look 👀 on my dash ✉️, well ALL THESE BLOGS 📦 ARE GLENN 🐸 HOWERTON !! so i say to myself, i gotta 🔎find 🔎 someone else. i gotta get ⬆️over⬆️ this guy 👨🏻 i gotta put someone else ✉️ on my goddamn blog ✋🏽otherwise i’m never gonna get over it. he’s gonna keep coming ⬆️up⬆️on my dash . so i sit ⬆️back⬆️ and think . and what do i 🔎find🔎 out, mac 🍔? what do i 🔎find🔎 out? thes best solution is to pretend that THE 👨🏻MAN 👨🏻DOES NOT ❌❌ EXIST. okay, so i decided ohhh 💩shit💩buddy. i gotta ⚒dig⚒ a little deeper📉. there’s no 🐸glenn 🐸 howerton? you gotta be 😂kidding 😂 me. i got a dash 📝 full of 🐸glenn🐸. alright, so i start 🏃🏽marching 🏃🏽my way ⬇️down ⬇️to the artemis tag . and i 🔎look🔎 for blogs about her 🚪 and i say “💁🏽💁🏽ARTEMIIIIISS💁🏽. 💁🏽💁🏽AAAARTEEEMIIIIS. 💁🏽💁🏽 i gotta use you to get over glenn 🐸.” and when i open the 🚪door, 🚪what do i find? 🤔🤔🤔there’s ❌not ❌a single goddamn 🗄blog 🗄about artemis🏢! THERE. IS. ❌NO. ❌ARTEMIS 💁🏽FAN💁🏽 BLOG. 🍔mac💻, half the posts on this 📌tag 📌have been mistagged. this tag is a goddamn 👻ghost👻 town.

hello, babes! thank you all so much for 5.6k followers, you all inspire and motivate me to work harder every single day!

welcome to my Easter blog awards! rules and guidelines are easy, please join/participate so i’ll do more of these in the near future!

rules:

1. must be following me, @juliasacads

2. reblog this post- likes are just for bookmarking!

3. study blogs only please! (it’s okay if your studyblr is a side blog!!)

awards/categories:

Gold Easter Egg: best overall  (1 winner)

Tie-Dye Egg: best URL (2 winners)

Pastel M&M’s: my personal favorite/s (1-3 winners)

Kinder Egg: nicest blogger/s (1-2 winners)

Cadbury Egg: best original content (1-2 winners)

Chocolate Bunny: best icon + desktop/mobile theme (1-2 winners)

for a higher chance of winning:

1. send me a message! tell me about your day, what you’re studying for, anything!

what the winners will get:

1. a new bff! (me yay)

2. a follow if i don’t already follow your blog

2. 100 guaranteed queued/reblogged posts 

3. 1 Screenie or Self Promo (done upon request)

4. a winners promo post + you will be part of my follow forever (currently drafting this!!!)

important dates to remember:

- April 20: Last day to enter the blog awards! Every reblog after April 20 will be voided.

- April 24: Announcement of Winners

- April 24 - May 5: when I will reblog/queue 100 posts from each winner & when the screenies/self promos will take place.

important notes:

1. this post must reach 80 notes for the awards to actually happen

2. if you have any questions, just message me!

3. goodluck to you all! 

you !! guys!!! i have recently reached 3k and that is like.. so cool !! unbelievable !! thank you all so much!!! anyways i was thinking of the best way to celebrate and thank you for sticking with me and following this mess of a blog and i decided why not do it all? okay not all. but all i can the plan used to be archive moodboards but i am currently unable to edit, so here we go!! also sorry for the terrible banner i am photoshopless

> the rules:

  • must be following me (as this for my followers)
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count)
  • maybe check my aesthetics blog? (not necessary, but nice)
  • maybe check my (pink) aesthetics blog? (again, not necessary, but nice)
  • be patient because this might take a while (and i won’t post it all at once because i don’t want to spam my followers)
  • don’t want these in your dash? blacklist #julias 3k celebration

> your options (yes!! you can go for them all!!):
(if you don’t know how to make the symbols, try copy&paste)

  • send me a ♥ for a blograte (format under the cut)
  • send me a ❉ for an aesthetic rate (format under the cut)
  • send me a ☽ for a compliment + an advice
  • send me a ♚ + your name for a name aesthetics
  • send me a ☀ for a 5 song playlist
  • go over to this post for my saved urls giveaway

please don’t let this flop!! so enter and have fun i guess ?

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