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anonymous asked:

hey uh sorry if this is too much to ask but don't use "queer" as an umbrella term please!! some people are not comfortable with using it to describe themselves

Hey anon, could you point out what post I’ve made or reblogged where I’ve used queer as an umbrella term because I specifically make a point of not doing that and going through recent posts I’m not finding anything where I have?

That being said, what I do make and reblog are posts that are specifically addressed to/about queer people but if you or anyone else does not ID as queer then…those posts aren’t about you. For example: if I make a post that says “queer people are beautiful” and you don’t ID with the term queer then those posts aren’t for you, they aren’t about you, they’re for people who DO identify as queer. The most recent queer post on here is one I reblogged from queerlection which is a collection of various pride flags with the words ‘queer pride’ on them—these are for people of these identities who also DO identify as queer. If you don’t ID as queer, again, these posts are not about you.

Basically anon, no one else is being forced to use the term or forcibly called queer just because people who do ID as queer are existing and making posts about being queer for ourselves and for other queer people. When I use the word queer and when I reblog posts using the word queer, I am not using that as an umbrella term. I always, 100% of the time, am using queer to mean people who willingly ID with the term queer. If you don’t ID as queer, then a post about being queer is not about you; queer people—people who ID as queer—are the ones being addressed, not you.

captainbatbrain  asked:

I think ive read every single thing on this blog i love it so much!! Lol i was hoping i could get some senerios of the phantom thieves + mishima with a gamer s/o and trying to get there attention? Thank you!

I can’t believe you enjoy my blog so much, thank you! <3 This is such a cute and fun request, so I hope you don’t if I make it a little silly lol. Enjoy!


Akira:

The tapping of game controller buttons wafted throughout Leblanc’s rustic attic like the beat of a drum, with S/O as the fervent instrumentalist, their brows furrowed with a determination and concentration that was to be aspired to, particularly when performing mundane tasks, those of which Akira was currently preoccupied with. He had been fumbling with lockpicks for hours now, and one can only reiterate the same assignment until ennui begins to creep its way into the consciousness, plaguing it like a thick fog. He geared his attention toward the single person whose very presence prevented his sanity from thoroughly dilapidating.

S/O was inhabiting a universe of their own, ignorant and blissfully unaware of their current surroundings. 

“You seem to be having fun.” Akira rested his cheek upon his pal, with his elbow perched on his work-desk. As expected, he received no response, only the incessant sound of tapping buttons permeating his eardrums. His glistening onyx eyes softened at the sight of S/O tensed with such vigor. How adorable they appeared to him… truly, an exemplary target for the myriad of devious antics brewing in his mind. His lips curled in a smirk, the compulsion of teasing them too tempting to refuse.

“S/O…” Akira began, a solemn undertone in his baritone voice, “I need to tell you something.” Their subsequent grunt was likened to a neanderthal, and Akira firmly bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing. “I… think I’m pregnant.” He waited for their reaction with bated breath, but all that greeted his ears was another primal sound.

Shot down?! Akira thought, despondence slightly dampening his frivolous mood. Th-this is nothing… I welcome the challenge!

With a resolve that blazed like a wildfire in a parched wood, Akira sauntered to the couch that S/O was seated at and plopped down beside them, snaking his arms around their waist as he nestled his keen chin on their shoulder, his balmy breath fragrant with Arabica. His gaze was plastered on the luminescent TV screen, observing S/O’s gaming ability as he whispered commentary in a low, sensual cadence meant to imply suggestiveness. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Akira couldn’t possibly have anticipated S/O tensing even further; alas, that is precisely what occurred, much to his satisfaction, and although they neglected to reply verbally, their body language had spoken volumes. He proceeded with his mischievous jesting after a pause, “You’re doing so good, babe…" 

S/O was exceedingly conscious of his presence now, their sudden death streak and scathing scarlet cheeks serving as irrefutable evidence. Akira’s lips brushed their ear, his balmy sigh tickling it as his arms subtly constricted their waist, tugging them closer. “Your hands are almost as good as mi-”

In a foray of embarrassment, S/O promptly mashed their lips onto his conniving pair, thereby silencing his coquettish banter and causing his ebony orbs to widen with astonishment. When S/O reared back to survey his expression, an impressive ruby was painted over his once-pallid face, his mouth failing to provide a sufficient retort as it hung open.

This in turn provoked S/O’s cheeks to ignite like candle-flame as they exasperatedly exclaimed, “W-why are you embarrassed?! I guess you can dish it but you can’t it… anyway, what did you need?”

Akira feebly adjusted his glasses in an attempt to recover. “You’re pregnant.”

“H-huh?!”

“I-I mean, I’m pregnant…!”

“That’s no possible! …Wh-who’s the parent?” The couple continued riffing off of one another, both exceptionally dedicated to their roles as they snuggled among their warmth, the video game long forgotten.


Ryuji:

“Babe! Wouldja please tell me where my sweater is? I know you were wearin’ it the other day!”

Ryuji had scrutinized every nook and cranny of the bedroom in a flimsy endeavor to reunite with his favorite sweater; however, its existence had regrettably vanished, along with the blonde’s thinning patience as he redundantly called for S/O to no avail.

“Guess I’m not the only thief in this house,” Ryuji muttered, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his leg bouncing with suppressed frustration. The only solution to this predicament was to confront S/O directly, so he trudged off to commence his search for the notorious sweater burglar. 

By no means was this the first instance of S/O pilfering his wardrobe - and to be fair, he often reciprocated the gesture, as he adored the familiar, pleasant fragrance that stained their clothes; he could only conjecture they felt the same as he - however, Ryuji had to draw the line, as the harsh bite of winter succeeded in permeating the air of the couple’s residence, and he certainly wasn’t about to tolerate it without the comfort of his favorite sweater. 

Ryuji finally found them in the living room, intently engaged in a video game via TV, adorned with… the very sweater he had so thoroughly searched for. “You little…! I knew it.” Ryuji murmured, a trace of vexation in his voice. 

Indeed, S/O seemed to be so devoted to their game that they had neglected to hear Ryuji boisterously speak next to their ear. “Hey, thief. Gimme my sweater back.” He tapped their ear as though it were a microphone. “Helloooo?”

“Quit it, I’m fighting an important boss and I’m so close to killing it,” they responded urgently, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

“Oh, I getcha…” With pure spitefulness driving his forthcoming action, he obstructed the view of the TV with his form, arms crossed as if he were a vitriolic parent. “You ready to pay attention now?”

The prominent flush that now dusted S/O’s cheeks was not the reaction he anticipated, and he stared at them with a questioning expression until they stuttered his name, their sight flitting to various areas of his body. The blonde glanced down and promptly noticed he overlooked the rationality of equipping himself with a shirt; as a result, the protruding muscles of his biceps and abdomen were fully exposed, with a keen V-shape peeking over his sweatpants.

“Oh shit, so that’s why it was so damn freezin’.” He glimpsed at S/O before pointedly reiterating, “I still want my sweater back, though. Give it.”

S/O swallowed the flustered lump in their throat as they broke out into a cold sweat, despite the crisp air around them. “W-wow, you’re so bold today, Ryuji.”

“…What are you thinkin’ in that messed up head of yours?” he sighed, stuffing his hands into his warm pockets once more prior to approaching S/O, bending at the waist to meet their gaze, the duo’s faces mere inches apart. “Are ya gonna give me my sweater, or am I gonna have to take it from ya?”

S/O began fanning their rosy face, their mind now set on teasing him as revenge for his interruption. “O-oh my, you have such a way with words…”

“Ugh, that’s it, I’m just gonna take it.” Ryuji knew better than to take their bait, as he had fallen victim to their shenanigans far too many instances throughout the years, and he had long since grown out of the bashfulness that took precedence at the start of his relationship with S/O. His hands dashed to the back of the sweater, feebly attempting to tug it up as S/O circled their arms around his bare waist, jerking him onto the couch as they cried, “Be gentle!”

“It ain’t like that, dammit…!” Ryuji quickly accepted his fate once S/O had wrapped their legs around his hips and began showering his face with playful kisses, giggling with child-like levity as they did so. 

His body was completely still, compressed against theirs as they embraced him and spoke softly in his ear. “I can see why this is your favorite sweater, it’s warm and cozy, like you… sorry for taking it. You can have it back.”

The embarrassment that Ryuji thought he had rid himself of returned posthaste, heating the majority of his body as he begrudgingly lied, “Th-that ain’t gonna work on me… but I guess you can wear it, I-I’m not really cold anymore.”

“Yeah, you’ve always been pretty hot,” S/O agreed with an inflection of mischief.

“Why am I in love with such a freakin’ weirdo…? Must be cursed or somethin’.”

Despite his words, he uplifted himself to delicately press a kiss onto their forehead before snatching the nearby blanket and covering the two of them with it. The couple shortly dozed off while they whispered sweet nothings, and S/O happening upon the sudden realization that the sought-after sweater was actually theirs.


Yusuke:

Yusuke was able to greatly empathize with S/O’s one-track mind as they indulged in their favorite pastime, as he does the same when he’s occupied with painting or sketching. As it so happened, he was actually engaged with painting for hours on end until he had just now concluded it, thus the fault rests partially on him pertaining to S/O’s blatant disregard for his presence as they wholly absorbed themself in their portable game console as a means of distracting themself as the artist worked; their lack of acknowledgment was even more understandable when he had considered the fact that he shooed them away rather dismissively while he was busy.

“S/O, I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Shall I begin the movie?”
S/O ignored him almost entirely, save for the subtle pout that danced on their lips as they sunk further into their bean bag; although the couple had been monogamous for almost two years, that endearing pout never failed to stutter his swelling heart. As much as he’d love to admire them and ponder their splendor, he was well aware that he must rectify his earlier insensitivity. Therefore, he silently glided to S/O…

…and plopped right onto their lap.

“H-hey, what are you doing?!”

“Ah, it seems I’ve gotten your attention. To be honest, when Akira had instructed me to do this should I ever anger you, I was rather skeptical at first-”

“Y-Yusuke… your butt is digging into my thigh.” S/O uncomfortably wriggled underneath Yusuke, and he almost toppled off the bean bag chair had S/O not caught him at the last second, discarding their game system in order to do so. “Sorry!”

“Here, I’ll adjust my position a bit for your convenience.”

S/O shook their head in refusal. “It’s okay, I’ll spread my legs a little so you can sit too.”

Yusuke kissed their cheek with a fondness that could rival his adoration for art as snaked his lithe arms around their waist. “Your generosity knows no bounds, kitten.”

“It’s nothing… w-wait, I’m supposed to be ignoring you…!”

Yusuke chuckled triumphantly, his cadence registering in S/O’s ears like a euphoric melody as he explained, “Yes, it seems Akira was correct after all. Although next time I’ll be sure to wear a few more pairs of underwear for your comfort.”

S/O suppressed the loving smile that dared to threaten their lips and mustered their best neutral inflection as they offered, “I think you’ll need a few pillows.”
The artist’s eyes widened at such a far-fetched idea, which was clearly intended to be taken sarcastically. And yet: “H-how innovative…! Yes, I shall strap all the pillows I can find to my rear if I must do this again. Well done, my dear.”

S/O couldn’t take it anymore; how could they possibly maintain a disdainful countenance when their beloved was vastly more precious than all the iridescent gems in the world? They abruptly lurched at him, ensnaring his shoulders with their arms as the duo plummeted on the carpeted floor, with S/O on top of Yusuke, pasting a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. His arms were still wrapped around their waist, and his cheeks were kissed with a rosy-pink hue.

“S-S/O…?”

“…I forgive you.”

“No, that will not do, not without a proper apology. I’m sorry for my earlier impudence, and I will strive to be more attentive when you require it.”

“Yeah, me too. Let’s work on it it together, okay?” S/O’s subsequent smile was as brilliantly radiant as the morning sun, and the mirthful wink that followed their final word further twisted the arrow burrowed deep into his love-struck heart. His body moved of its own volition as he placed his palms on both of their cheeks for the purpose of descending their lips to his. After they parted, the couple flushed and averted their gazes as though they had just exchanged their first kiss, although neither of them were in any rush to alter their positions. The only commodity that motivated the two to stir was Sweeney Todd, which was the aforementioned movie Yusuke had borrowed from Haru. 

As such, they spent the duration of the night snuggled on the couch together with a bowl of freshly made popcorn warming their legs, the accompaniment of various musical numbers echoing throughout the living room.


Mishima:

Mishima was so incredibly centralized on his own video games - intermittently diverting his attention toward screenwriting his Phantom Thief of Hearts documentary - naturally, he had no indication that S/O was additionally participating in the activity until he finally emerged from his office, his joints popping like firecrackers from the effort. 

“Jeez, I’m not that old yet,” he murmured dejectedly, his mood already being soured due to the myriad defeats he had suffered while cooperating in a multiplayer online game.

Sometimes being a healer… is worse, he figured, his mind as gloomy as the dark circles shadowed under his bloodshot eyes. Mishima had really rather hoped S/O would be available, as he sought nothing more than the solace of their arms to nullify his ample rage and disappointment; alas, they were comfortably seated on a cushion in front of the TV, fully engrossed in their console game. He wordlessly sulked behind them and plummeted to the carpeted floor, lacing his arms around their waist as he pouted.

“I got my ass handed to me big time. Snipers show absolutely no mercy,” he mumbled to himself, since S/O certainly wasn’t listening. “Hey,” he complained, then promptly sighed. “Fine, ignore me… it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

Not even a minute passed when Mishima commenced rocking side-to-side like a metronome, chanting S/O’s name in a feeble attempt to draw their attention. “S/O, please love me. S/O, I’m an eighteen year old looking for a good time and I like long walks on the beach. S/O. Hey, S/O.” Mishima fragmented his sentences by plastering kisses on their neck, which certainly captured their attention as evidenced by their flustered countenance.

“Yuuki… you’re being ridiculous.”

“Sorry, I just need some comfort right now. Losing twenty-seven matches in a row really emasculates a guy.”

S/O shrugged as they pivoted their head away from him to conceal the playful smirk on their face. “Go take a long walk on the beach and have a good time.”

If it weren’t for his low spirits, Mishima would have laughed with the utmost amusement. “S/O… do you want me to die? Is this my punishment for taking the last yogurt cup you had?”

The entertainment in S/O’s eyes vanished entirely and was replaced by a cold, desolate void as they slowly turned toward their boyfriend. “…That was you?”

The sheer terror Mishima felt in his core nearly provoked the remainder of his spirits to astral project into another plane of existence. “C-crap…! Um, I-I’ll make it up to you, babe, promise.”

S/O narrowed their eyes at him before their emotionless facade shattered, reverting to their former levity as they proclaimed, “It’s okay, I was saving it for you anyway. I’ll get extra next time, in your favorite flavors.”

“…You’re an angel,” he commented softly, his eyes wet with bliss as he nuzzled S/O’s shoulder.

“Yuuki… are you crying?”

“That’s what happens when you look at the sun.”

“…Does that make you my moon?”

Mishima chuckled affectionately, fondly kissing their shoulder as he stated, “Yeah, I guess it does.”

Slytherin Problem #494

Explaining why you’re doing something to someone and realizing your motives are unquestionable

It doesn’t even matter if you were up to something shady, which you’re not, however if you were

Your motives are totally unquestionable and you’ve inadvertently covered your ass over a completely innocent matter

Support your friends you guys!! Admire their artwork, listen to their music, watch their videos, read their writing. Tell people about their business, buy their work. Give them feedback, look for the bits of their personality in the things they create. Just make that effort to show that you’re proud and you’re eager to see more. It makes all the difference in the world.

just thought id let everyone on here know that im officially™️ disabled with ptsd. it took a lot but i was finally able to bring myself to see another* counselor and its extremely validating that she told me this after so many years of wondering but not being sure enough to speak about it. now it feels like things are actually coming together for once. i might be completely broke right now but in the future ill be able to learn how to drive from someone i trust and isnt emotionally abusive and attend vocational rehab to help prepare me for the work field. ive wanted to be independent for so long and now im closer to it than ive ever been. i never thought id have a future. i couldnt imagine it. but now it feels within my grasp. im not “cured” ill never be but i can see now a future where im doing so much more than just surviving the day. ill be living.

anonymous asked:

Dude what everyone is saying is why are you asking for money when clearly you have enough to buy a plane ticket to go see your girlfriend for a week? Don't ask for help when you have money to save up for. Why ask people for their hard earned cash to donate when you won't use your own to fund your project??

Because I don’t have the kind of money to afford a plane ticket left and right, and even less the 5000 to entirely fund my clothing brand’s launch? Are you like, aware of what an angel investor is? google it and do yourself a favor because you look dumb as hell right now. My girlfriend and I worked our asses off to be able to afford and go half-half for the first plane ticket which we bought in anticipation nearly two months ago? Like, it wasn’t pocket change for us at all. And again, your reading comprehension skills could use work: I already stated I’ll be working my ass off on commissions so I can pay for as much of it as I can. If people actively WANT to spare a couple dollars out of their hard earned money to help us out, what the hell are you SO bitter about?

one of my biggest pet peeves still is when neurotypicals are like “uwu don’t romanticize or glorify mental illness uwu you should be trying to recover instead uwu” like i know this is going to blow your mind susan but did you know most mental disorders are non “recoverable”

Official Hiatus || Bye-Bye, Hanajima

After much consideration, I decided to end my roleplaying days as Saki Hanajima. 

Thank you everyone that’s followed Hana-chan, Jima-kun and the Demon Flower. Since this blog will be on eternal hiatus, you can unfollow me since I’ll be archiving this blog.  If you wish to know why I’m ending my days as Hana, please press the keep read. Otherwise, it’s been fun! I’ll truly miss her and you!

P.S.  I do have a personal blog so if you want to know what it is, message me :D

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I made the stupid mistake today of standing on a scale. (note: I don’t own/use scales for my own sanity).  I need to stop allowing numbers and images to distort my thinking when it comes to keeping fit and eating well because I end up not being very healthy when it comes to my body. 

My friends tend to brush off my self esteem issues and say that I’m complaining for “no reason”, and that it’s “all in my head”. Lol like I know it is, but that still hasn’t stopped me from obsessing and thinking the way I think? 

I know beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and I’m all about body positivity and loving ones self but I still haven’t figured out how to be completely comfortable in my own skin. Just when I think I’m doing better, the smallest things make me second guess myself. 

One of the most annoying things is when random thirsty dudes hit on me, assuming that I’m interested because I dress in revealing clothes. Like ??? Just because I’m feeling my look doesn’t mean I have no standards. If I saw a shirtless dude I think I would be even LESS likely to talk to him because I’d be like “not worth it, he’s out of my league.” Basically goes back to the idea that if a (straight) woman gets rejected by a man, it must be her fault for being unappealing, if a (straight) man gets rejected by a woman, it must be her fault for being picky or bitchy or not giving him a fair chance. Anyway I hate dudes that think they’re entitled to anyone’s time or attention by nature of their existence

radiokonsoul  asked:

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Renai Circulation. I put it and Platinum Disco on loop while I wrote my thesis to keep me from freaking out. Hanakawa’s voice encompasses all that is good and pure in the world. The song always makes me smile and feel a little calmer. 

Chopin’s Prelude in C minor (op. 28, no. 20). It’s an unlikely candidate for things that make you happy, but the song means a lot to me. I learned how to play it while my father was slowly passing away from cancer and he would often sit in the living room in the one slightly oversized comfy chair and listen to me play it. While simple as Chopin preludes go, there is a lot of room to add emotion and I would often channel frustration and rage into the forte fortissimo parts, and then let it slide away during the retards and decrescendos. It’s a beautifully written piece and when given the proper attention it can be breathtaking. Sometimes I cry a bit when I hear it, but I always end up reminiscing on happy times. 

Ikenai Borderline. Macross Delta is a blast, and when this song starts playing you can’t help but feel pumped. It doesn’t go much past that, it’s just a feel good song that always pops up during the turn arounds in the battles.