trying out posting them to tumblr

anonymous asked:

not trying to be rude but white (and non black poc) should be raising the voices of black people who are already making posts like that one, rather than regurgitating points for notes as a white person. it happens way too often it looks performative and self congratulative rather than supportive in all honesty. please reblog and support black people on tumblr who've been saying these things from the beginning bc we know multiple posts are out there already coming from a personal place. thank u.

not rude at all, you’re absolutely right. i think it would be much better if white people who are trying talk about antiblack racism/black issues would actively attempt to find black voices & boost them instead since any thought wrt to that experience is never going to be useful, original, or wanted tbh. i think especially with moonlight that this is a really important moment that shouldn’t be overshadowed & i don’t want to take away from that/speak over that at all or pretend that i’m any sort of ‘authority’. i am guilty in crossing those boundaries honestly so i want to be better & conscious abt that.

Here's to Nonbinary Kids

Here’s to nonbinary kids who don’t feel comfortable coming out because they “aren’t trans/cis enough”

Here’s to nonbinary kids whose parents and friends tell them they’re just doing this for attention.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who soldier through constant misgendering and dysphoria.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who don’t take shit from anyone and call people out when they misgender them.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who are too polite to correct people and are very timid about their own gender.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who are completely comfortable with themselves.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who are still trying to figure it all out.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who flinch inwardly every time they get called “miss/mister” “young man/lady” or any other gendered terms in public but don’t say anything so as to not cause a scene.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who don’t reblog certain posts on tumblr because they’re strictly gendered and they don’t feel like they can relate anymore.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who don’t know they’re nonbinary yet.

Here’s to nonbinary kids who do.

Here’s to nonbinary kids. You’re amazing and wonderful and don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.

‘what did juunkrat do?’: a masterpost

as i’m sure some of you might have seen, tumblr user juunkrat has recently said and done some….really nasty stuff, and outed themself as someone who is definitely not to be trusted. there are quite a few photo posts of screenshots of conversations with them going around, but they’re long and hard to process, so i’m going to be trying to summarize everything in this post. this will basically be the answer to the question a lot of people are asking right now, and that’s “what’s the deal with tumblr user juunkrat?”

BIG warning for mentions of pedophilia / csa and ableism

(and a big thanks to @luxwing and @dailypicturesofscout for providing quite a few of these screenshots, and countless well wishes and good vibes your way for dealing with all of this. stay safe, guys) 

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“Took you guys long enough.”

This was a blast of a commission to work on! Its so nice finally seeing/drawing them together… ;o;


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Emergency Post: Help Needed

Hey tumblr family, is anyone or does anyone know someone looking for a roommate in the Brooklyn NYC area?

I’ve got a friend in dire need of getting out of an abusive situation (mental and physical abuse) and we’re trying to find a way to get them out asap. She’s handy around the house, good at cooking and loves animals and has their own car (old but works well enough) and is just in general a lovely wonderful person who really needs help getting out of an awful situation.

If you can PM me or send me an IM, I’d really appreciate the help in getting my friend to a place of safety. Thank you.

( @vaspider and @deadcatwithaflamethrower can I possibly get a boost for this? Thank you <3)

so anyway I am drawing a fucking high school Gradence AU comic of sorts and I am LIVING

My dear lgbt+ children, 

It’s okay if you’re not always proud to be lgbt+. 

It’s okay to be annoyed, sad or even angry about it sometimes. 

It’s okay if you sometimes wish you could just be “normal”. 

Most of us feel (or have felt) like that sometimes. It’s quite a common experience. It is in no way a sign you’re not really lgbt+. 

Society and media don’t make it easy for us to love ourselves. Most of us get constantly bombarded with the (unspoken) message “Cis and hetero is normal, you are not”. We can put up our shields and try to block it out but, darling, you are human. You’re not a walking positivity tumblr post and you don’t have to be. 

You’re allowed to feel negative emotions. Everyone does. 

Accept them as a normal experience and try not to dwell on them but don’t bottle them up either. 

It’s okay to say “Being lgbt+ causes trouble in my relationship/fights with my parents/mean online messages etc. And that hurts. I feel hurt.” You’re not being lgbt+-phobic by expressing that. You’re not a bad part of our community because of that. 

You are human. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom  

I fucking hate tumblr right now. When a popular youtuber is said to be “kidnapped, and abused” everyone filps their shit trying to help them. And yes that was honorable. Even if it turned out to be false.
When another youtuber OBVIOUSLY has something going on and needs help. All that you see are posts ENCOURAGING her. This website is so fucking. UGH i can’t even begin to comprehend.
Im just

jughead jones? what a sardonic asshole i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of screencaps from riverdale spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN


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Imagine just being alive and at Hogwarts at the same time as the Marauders. 

You’d see them in halls, Sirius laughing loudly and ruffling Peter’s hair while Peter desperately tried to get away. James would be laughing, but at the same time telling Sirius to “knock it off.” Remus keeping out of it, but at the same time trying to contain his laughter. 

Imagine seeing them in class, passing notes and fooling around as much as they could without actually getting caught. Imagine James and Sirius trying to make up wild excuses while being ushered out of the class by an incensed teacher. 

Not being romantic with them, or even friends, but just imagine being there to hear about the insane things they’ve done and the widespread panic when something got out of control.

Imagine being there to witness the undeniable platonic love that they shared, not knowing how they would grow up without each other.


To Leigh Bardugo. A letter of thanks.

You’ve changed my life in such a way I could never repay you, nor thank you enough.
As an artist, I could express myself in ways that I couldn’t by reading or writing, quite literally. Since I was a child, I had a pretty horrible case of dyslexia. Growing up, I grew frustrated and embarrassed with myself, especially when a teacher would call me out to read aloud to the class. In high school, we were required to read several novels, and up until year 10, I had my sister read them to me. I then started to try reading again, to show myself I could do it. 4 months later and I’d finished only 1 chapter of a book, and I ended up asking the teacher to read to me after class.
Only able to read small sentences at a time, I could manage social media just fine, which lead to me stumbling across a post by @here-be-fangirls on tumblr, talking about Six of Crows, the characters, and what she thought of it. It sounded beyond amazing, and something I’d read, if I could.
The next day, I went to my local bookstore, and asked if they had any books by Leigh bardugo, and so the lady showed my to the shelf with her books on it, and to my delight, SoC was there. I didn’t have much money, but I had just enough, so I brought it. When I arrived home, I was going to, once again, ask my sister to read it to me, but after sitting down with the book, smelling it, I started reading. I covered the pages so I only read one word at a time, and gradually, I could read without covering anything. It was really difficult, but I finished the whole book in 30 days. My first ever book. No one can understand, how excited and relieved I was, at the age of 19, to finish reading my first book. My family knew how hard I found it to read, and they were all so proud of me.
After finishing it, I was also left shattered. IT WAS LEFT ON A CLIFFHANGER! I had to get the next book, but with some google searching, I discovered that the book wasn’t published yet, but holy butts, I was excited.
Because it wasn’t finished yet, I saw on the back of SoC, there was a trilogy by Leigh, and I knew I had to read it.
19 days it took to read Shadow and Bone.
12 days it took to read Siege and Storm.
One week for Ruin and Rising.
My newfound hunger for reading could never be sated. I took to the Internet again, in search of a release date for Crooked Kingdom, and upon finding one, my excitement overflowed to incoherent noises of which my mother did not approve of, especially for my age apparently. I then discovered I could pre-order the book I craved. And of course, I did.
I managed to get a pre-order of a SIGNED copy!! (With temporary tattoos ❤️)

The day arrived. It was on my doorstep, in a white postal bag. But, I found it on the way to university, and I was very reluctant to open it, just because it was so special to me. Getting to the bus stop, (yes, I took it with me) my patience and self control ran out. Opening it, I was the embodiment of a fangirl, just ask my boyfriend. I found the tattoos, I opened the book to look at the maps and was amazed with the artwork. Thinking the signature would be on the cover, I said aloud, “ah well, I thought it was signe-*insert loud and incoherent screaming here*” halfway through the word ‘signed’, I turned the page to see “to Jess - *signature*”
It only took me 1 day to finish Crooked Kingdom.

In between all of this, I made a Twitter account to stay up to date with Rooster Teeth staff, and I started following Leigh. Whenever I made little doodles at Uni about SoC, or The Grisha Trilogy, I’d post it, I even said about how my mum was judging me because I was re-reading one of the books. She would make my day by just liking one of my tweets, or commenting on them, no matter how shitty they were.

Now I’m going to get a little deeper.
I’m on medication that I don’t want to be on, for a condition I can’t deal with, and it’s hard to find comfort form anything. Because of another condition branching from this, I have to wear leather gloves during the day and in bed. I have too much energy and I can never sit still. As I said before, I could barely read for a large part of my life. I have a lot of trouble with beliefs that were forced onto me. I’m a slightly larger person, and enjoy my food. I’m actually pretty good with knives and swords..

Kaz: taught me that wearing gloves isn’t a bad thing, and it kind of made me feel like a bit of a badass sometimes.
Jesper: showed me that having boundless energy can be fun, and not an impediment.
Inej: well, she’s the wraith. Is there much else I need to say?
Wylan: there’s ways around reading, you don’t need to be perfect, and there are other things to be good at.
Nina: I can be curvy and still kick ass.
Matthias: I need to be true to myself, and not be so influenced by negative words.

Oh, and Wylan & Jesper showed me that I don’t have to hide my sexuality. (SCREW ANYONE HATING ON LEIGH FOR INCLUDING LGBT+ IN HER BOOKS)

Leigh Bardugo, here-be-fangirls, and reading really changed my life, my ability to complete exams, do uni work etc.
So thank you, everyone.

@lbardugo @here-be-fangirls

Tell Me: Chapter 7

They had met years before, a fling that had ended without names being exchanged and with an unspoken farewell. Hanzo had never expected to find the Cowboy again, let alone the day he joined Overwatch…and he was unprepared for the fact that the man that he had never managed to forget, was unable to recognise him the day he finally gave McCree his name.

Disclaimer: Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

This fic was inspired by @infinite-atmosphere on Tumblr and this amazing post (

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You’re an angel? Pt 2

Originally posted by superherofeed

Pt 1 :

Warnings: Violence

Fandom: Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, Justice League??

You are a superhero who has recently gotten her powers and has finally gotten a chance to use them. You run into Flash, Supergirl, and the Green Arrow. This prompts them to try and recruit you into the Legion of Superheros. This causes many adventures- and new villain to step into the limelight.

I might make this a series??? Tell me if you guys like it!

You know- this superhero gig might be turning out harder than you thought.

This had never occurred to you- you had just always known that you needed to help people.

But that was it.

That was really the only extra resource you had.

A reason.

It honestly hadn’t been problem in your head until now.

And now you were getting your butt kicked.

You dropped to the floor of the bank, back flat against the tile as a beam of ice passed right through the space where you had just been standing. That was too close.

You lept up and dodged to the side as the beam of ice followed after you.

“An ice gun? I didn’t know that was a thing!” You exclaimed, tugging your small black mask closer to your face, scared it would fall off.

“You seem to be way behind new girl, maybe you should leave this to the professionals.” The shooter quipped, a smile on his face. You scowled, and then launched up from behind the pillar you had been hiding behind.

“Bad move.” The shooter shot ice right in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. A pillar of ice shot up, in your path and you flipped around, placing it between you and the shooter.

“You know, you’re really bad at this.”

“That’s what you think.” You growled and then slammed your back against the ice pillar, breaking it free from the ground. The ice started to tip and you grabbed it, holding it like a shield as you rushed at the shooter. You threw the pillar, and the man pointed his gun at the flying ice. The beam and the pillar connected, shattering themselves. Ice sprayed everywhere, a white mist spreading itself through the bank. The shooter looked around through his goggles, confused. 

Where had you gone?

“Hiding in this mist won’t help you for long.”

“I don’t need a long time Mister Ice-fetish.” You said as you broke through the icy mist, tackled the shooter and lifted him up by the collar of his jacket. You forced him up onto the wall, finally getting a good look at his face. Younger than you thought- he had sounded like he belonged behind a desk making dark, calculated decisions. You had even thought he would be wearing some weird monocle. Oh well.

The man grunted, surprised by your incredible strength when you pinned him to the wall. The shooter looked at you in a new light, impressed.

“Huh. Stronger than I thought.”

“Well you’re dumber than I thought.” You said, spitting out the first thing that came to your mind. It wasn’t your best- but it would have to do.

“Cute. Now are you going to put me down or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” You flushed, embarrassed by the way he was talking down to you. He was the one pinned to the wall wasn’t he? You pushed him harder against the wall, hearing something in his body pop.

“I guess that means it’s the hard way?” The man said through gritted teeth and then shot you in the arm.

His gun.

You forgot the gun!

You stumbled back, ice racing up your shoulder as you fell to the ground. This was hurting way more than you thought it would. The ice crawled up your neck, stinging pain flaring through your skin. The ice moved across your arm and neck, turning your lips blue and your veins solid. You grasped your arm, water vapor rising from your shoulder. The shooter knelt down next to you, the cold barrel of the gun grazing your temple.

“Sorry. For your first time, you did pretty well. But next time, try to catch someone when you’re actually ready.” You gritted your teeth, turning onto your side. He hadn’t beaten you- you weren’t going to let him. You reached for his leg, ready to break his ankles.

And then he was gone.

Or more exactly- you were gone.

Someone had grabbed you and ran off- and they could run at superspeed. You wanted to toss your lunch. You leaned into the person who was carrying you, trying to ignore the biting pain in your shoulder. Suddenly you were laying on a couch, staring up at a low, dark ceiling.

You laid there for a solid couple seconds, taking it in.

You had gotten your butt kicked- and then you were kidnapped.

“Ow.” You said, staring up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. But you knew you couldn’t look up ceiling forever, so you reluctantly began to sit up.

“Woah! Hey-you probably shouldn’t be trying to get up right now.” You turned and saw the Flash, a phone up to his ear as he told you to lay back down. You blinked, registering what had happened. The Flash had gotten you out the bank- he was the one who hadn’t let you keep fighting. You scowled, these thoughts coming to fruition. You sat up completely just to spite him now, even though your arm hurt like crazy. The Flash gave you a look but had begun to talk to the person on the phone.

“Oh hey, Caitlen. Is Cisco with you?” He asked as he waved at you to sit back down, which you replied to by putting your boots up on the coffee table. Flash looked confused but continued.

“Yeah- I need both of you. And can you call the others? Yes, those others. Thanks.” The superhero hung up the phone and looked at you, sitting on the couch covered in ice.

“What?” You asked, trying to keep your face straight and angry.

“Why are you mad?”

“I could’ve handled that.”

The Flash looked at you, shock apparent even behind the mask.

“Seriously? You were on your back with a gun to your head.”

“I had a plan.”

“Sure- was it to punch him?”

“…No.” You said sheepishly, realizing he had caught you. The Flash grinned smugly, proud of himself.

You turned away from him, remember your shoulder. You sighed, shrugging off your sweatshirt revealing a Star Wars t-shirt and the full extent of the ice on your arm. You cursed, gingerly touching the purple-blue tinted skin of your shoulder.

“My friends are going to be here soon- they’re going to help you.” You looked up, having almost forgotten that the Flash was there.

“Oh, thanks-I guess. The ice would have been hard for me to handle.” You said partly joking- partly talking down on yourself. But Flash wasn’t done.

“No- we’re going to help you- my friends and I never got to tell you thank you for saving us.”

“You remembered that?” You asked, giggling as you adjusted the small plastic mask and hoped it was enough to conceal your identity.

“Well yeah- it’s not everyday you see some girl with a homemade costume shoot a water jet at a clay monster’s face, teleport him, and then fly away.” Flash sat on the arm of the couch, explaining himself. You scoffed, turning to look at the red masked guy.

“Well, you’re welcome.” You said, the last bit of the pride in your chest swelling as you tried to act like a superhero.

“Your mask is crooked.”

You cursed and looked down, fiddling with your dollar store mask.

And then they arrived.

A girl with red hair, a shorter guy with long dark hair, another guy with shorter black hair- and then Supergirl and the Green Arrow.

  • John: This performance is musically flawless. But Gail, is it just me, or is there some significant onstage tension between former team captains Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale?
  • Gail: Mm, John, you could cut it with a knife, their once-tight chemistry is totally MIA tonight. If I had to take a guess, my wager is that these two ladies are either engaging in some Sapphic whoopie on the downlow and are not on the same page about it... OR, they've buried a body together, and one of them is going to be forced to take the other out to ensure her own freedom from the law.
  • John: *chuckles* Whoooa, drama!
  • Gail: As we all know, the deep bond forged during four years of college acapella is one that can go in MANY different directions.
  • John: Amen to that, sister.

I know this is kinda old - well not that old but you saw it already, but I decided to compile them all into one post.

This is the Hipster AU that I did for the Diamond Authority - psst! It includes Pink Diamond!

Although school was so boring today, I still felt stressed out because I had to do so many things! I’ll try asking White asap about your questions so stay tuned, but have my Hipster AU for now.

Who’s your favourite?

Y’know what, I posted before about the tumblr mlm/achillean community and I was trying to be nice, but I’ve got some things I really want to say about this.

Basically, from what I’ve seen, the mlm tag is literally a bunch of teenagers (mostly girls) who are posting about how “perf” and “pure” and “cute” boys are and how they’re “so gay” for them. The selfie tag is possibly even worse, because it’s full of a bunch of lavender-haired, problem glasses wearers who seem to think that having short hair and a tumblr account makes you a boy.

It’s like tumblr has grown out of the “ew boys are gross and have cooties” phase and have entered the “omg boys are so cute” phase, but they have to cling to their oppression points. The part of the tag that isn’t glorifying how great boys are (boys, mind you, not men) is devoted basically to shaming yaoi fangirls because being a “trans” mlm is the position of higher morality.

It’s pretty concerning to me that some of these kids are also starting hormone therapy when it’s abundantly clear to me that what they want is to be cute, anime uke-types, and when they start testosterone and become sweaty, deep-voiced, pimply, hairy manlets, they’re going to realize they’re in over their heads.

Look, explore sexuality and personal expression; that’s what the teenage years are for. But A) don’t try to get upset when actual gay men and gay trans men are offended by your infantilizing view of their identities and B) maybe think about your future when your tumblr blog isn’t full of asspats from other “mlm” and you have to live with whatever changes you’ve made to your body/life.


Finding out their s/o has been kidnapped by the enemy…

((I was asked to do a preference for “reader is kidnapped and the character is told it’s a lost cause to try and get them back.” I have decided to make that a separate preference!))

((This is part 2! Part one is here… and there will be a third part…or a third and fourth part haha…adding in all the other characters that I was asked to add into my preferences!))

((EDIT: I forgot to tag @antiscocialfanwarrior when I posted this, sorry!))

Jaime – If his s/o was kidnapped, he would blame himself and all the horrible things he has done in his life. He would see it as the gods’ way of punishing him for all the broken vows, the incest, the attempted murder of innocents, and for the sins of House Lannister and how Jaime hadn’t tried to stop any of it. Jaime would definitely look for you, but the experience would open his eyes.

Tommen – If his s/o was kidnapped, Tommen wouldn’t know what to do. He would command his men to look for you and would want to look for you himself, but you would be the most important thing in his life and without you he feels lost and alone and so uncertain of how to even go on. He wouldn’t stop until he found you and he would risk his own death as long as you were safe.

Joffrey – If his s/o was kidnapped,

If he actually loves the s/o – he would start a war like his “Father” to get them back. Like his mother, Joffrey would do anything his titles and money could buy to get you returned to him.

If he didn’t love them (this came from my sister) – he would find another s/o and move on.

Tormund – If his s/o was kidnapped, Tormund would more than likely go on a murderous rampage until he found his lady/lordly love. He’s not a man you would want to mess with.

Oberyn – If his s/o was kidnapped, (would team up with Tormund and go on a murderous rampage until he found his lady/lordly love) Oberyn wouldn’t just sit around and wait for a ransom note or anything like that. Oberyn would use the skills he had acquired over his life time and find the S.O.B. who dared to take his love away.

Ellaria – If her s/o was kidnapped,

Book version – would be logical and political and use her ties with Lords and Ladies of Dorne, the rest of Westeros, and Essos to find her love and bring them home.

Show Version – would start a war and then laugh when discovering her love had been killed (because D&D you suck).

Bran – If his s/o was kidnapped, he would use his greenseer gift to find out what happened to his s/o and then send out loyal and good men to bring him/her home.

Jon – If his s/o was kidnapped, he would stop at nothing until you were back in his arms. With how few people he has left in his life that care for him, Jon wouldn’t let you slip away either.

Sandor – If his s/o was kidnapped, he would probably get into quite a few fights trying to locate you and he would DEFINITELY not show mercy to the person who dared to take you.

Robb – If his s/o was kidnapped, he would immediately muster a force and begin to look for you. He wouldn’t rest or eat until you were found and safely back in his arms. (he would obviously feel bad for letting you get kidnapped in the first place.)

anyone else noticed the trend here on tumblr of worshipping certain famous women for like a couple months and there being serious hype for them and then like a month later everyone’s ripping into them and talking about how much they hate them


I haven’t written anything in a while but I was in my feels and missing tayvin and this happened :) 

Sometimes, when she really missed someone who she could no longer see, Taylor would try to forget who they were. She would evacuate all memories of them, good and bad, because it hurt too much to remember at all. Their favorite restaurants would drop off her radar, their favorite songs out of her playlists. She would do everything in her power to relieve herself of the pain any stray memories would inflict upon her.

However, even after the forgotten person’s middle name was lost to her, she would keep the pictures.

It hurt her to burn them, to destroy physical evidence of a time when she didn’t have anyone to miss. The only thing she ever had left of memories she had shut out were photographs that she could never bring herself to get rid of.

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anonymous asked:

Is Robert in the week 9 spoiler pics?

They both are. :)

Anonymous said: can we have a hint about who the kiss is?

I haven’t seen anyone guess it right yet (is that considered a hint?).

Anonymous said: will you post loose women and this morning bts videos on week 8?

I’ll be at work until the evening (😩)  so I won’t be able to post them myself but I’ll try to check tumblr during the day and reblog them if someone else posts them.

Anonymous said: Do you think Aaron’s mental health is at risk ? I mean there has been lots of speculation recently …. thankyou very much x

I mean.. we already know he’s stressed out and ends up having a panic attack, so his mental health already seems to be affected.

Anonymous said: Have you been tempted to leak the wedding photos? I wouldn’t be able to keep them to myself!

Not really but I’m surprised they haven’t been leaked by someone else though!