type right now

Writing this all out may be a sheer sign of my emotional immaturity, but I don’t care at the moment. I may be knee-deep in my own subjective romanticism of what really happened, moved by nothing but the memory of your presence in my life for that short time, and also the messages that have shown up in my inbox as of late. The physical phenomena of my lonely state, you know? As soon as I get to one good free place, the motion of electric charge from the solitary position of my heart produces an attraction to that same old flame, you. For goodness sake.  I’m too aware of myself to even write it out without a clear conscience. Even as I type I should stop right now, but the rest of my day is filled with dull responsibility and talking to a blank void seems a more reasonable way of responding than talking to you directly. And by the way, I have the guts to do it, but the thought of being destroyed by you in the end horrifies me and I’m too smart of woman to let my short life get consumed by that overpowering sense of no no no that came when I kissed you. But goodness, I miss the idea of you. And so here’s what I need to say: my neighbour saw you the other day, sitting alone in the foodcourt at the mall reading some book and it was like, the mention of your name right here in my hometown made me offended for a moment, that you wouldn’t think to call me? As if you owed me the notification of your body in my space. Making a corner of your universe in my old stomping grounds. Making it pure and thrilling and meaningful and I wasn’t close enough to touch it, to walk on over to you and tell you that I can hum the tune and recite the lyrics to 3 of your new songs. Except I wouldn’t tell you, I’d see that smirk on your face and weaken in the knees and I’d lose sight of the long run all over again, because you were a flare of interest and passion that was never quite ready to fall into me completely. We were not a good match and that’s why I remain sober. Don’t be shocked, because this was all cramped up dark inside me for a long time…but there’s no way out of the mind sometimes, and the longing and affection I have for you is simply my memory on opiates.

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PHICHIT-CENTRIC YOI COMIC???

Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.

I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).

Also, extra:

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unclench your fists, my lover, the war is over now. 
     (i’ve forgotten how to uncurl my fingers from the trigger.)
be gentle, my lover, the war is over now.
     (i don’t remember what it’s like not to have gunsteel in my bones.)
come home, my lover, the war is over now.
    (i’m back at the place i left but home is gone where i cannot find it.)
sleep, my lover, the war is over now.
    (the war follows me into sleep. i’m afraid i’ll never leave it behind.)
kiss me, my lover, the war is over now.
    (my fingers still drip red and i do not want to stain you with them.)
—  teach me how to be at peace again ( j.p. )
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Winter is coming, have some V3 icons!  c:

Feel free to use them eyyy

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You ain’t getting off that easy, Sanji!! You really think that’s gonna be enough to get rid of me?! Stop fooling around!! You of all people should know better! I’m gonna be right here waiting for you!!! And I’m not budging from this spot until you return!! If you don’t come back soon, I will starve myself to death!! You’re the cook on my ship!! I’m only going to eat the food you make!! You must definitely come back to us… Sanji!! Without you, I won’t… I CAN’T BECOME THE PIRATE KING!!!!!

i don’t really want to focus or argue with people who are constantly hating on selena anymore because i did that for so long and if there’s something i learned from that is that no matter what you do, no matter how good and humble and kind you try to be, there will always be people who will talk shit about you and try to point your flaws, even when they are not even there. 

but can you believe, after all selena’s been through, she didn’t even have to but she blessed us with such beautiful and inspiring words last night and STILL there are people trying to call her names, say she’s being dramatic, that she looks really good for someone who’s sick… can you believe being so ignorant and so heartless you can’t be genuinely happy for another human being who’s been so criticized by the entire world to the point she had a breakdown and couldn’t handle it anymore but still survived all of that more than once and is just trying to do her stuff and live her life in peace… i’m not saying everyone needs to love selena but is it too much that, if you don’t like her work, just staying quiet and not make up lies about her and just leave her alone?? is it too much trying to live your life without trying to making someone’s life, someone you never even met and know absolutely nothing about, miserable?? 

i can’t begin to imagine all the pressure selena has to endure every single day of her life but knowing this is the kind of thing she has to go through and she’s still able to stay strong and spread love instead of hate just makes me admire and love her so much. last night was selena’s most beautiful moment and i’m so proud of her, so glad i’ve choosen her to be my idol

You know, this episode highlighted once more and in many big and small ways why I love Dean as a character so much. Not that I needed any kind of new reminder for why that is but “Regarding Dean” spelled all the reasons out so boldly and beautifully that it just makes me all kinds of emotional.

Because the key aspect about this episode wasn’t that Dean would be happier without some of the memories and the baggage of what he and his family has been through. Sure, their life would have been much easier and much less grim without some of the tragedies they have experienced, but it’s those experiences - good and bad - that made them who they are and that made Dean who he is. Yes, he may have coping mechanisms that’s aren’t all too healthy and he has suffered tremendously and dislikes what he sees when he looks in the mirror at times - but one could argue he prefers that to looking in the mirror and not knowing who is looking back at him at all.

The important thing is that he is still standing and that he knows that all those things that he did and that happened to him should not be erased, because they shaped him, made him who he is. And yes, I’d say made him stronger. Made him a survivor.

And Dean may not have verbalized it that often, but if there was one thing I took away from this episode in neon bright letters it’s that Dean knows that he needs all of his memories - good and bad - to be himself (and yes, even if that sounds contradictory) and to be happy. Because while Dean sure hasn’t had it easy for large stretches of his life, there is one thing that he has always managed to preserve, to save and keep alive: his inner child.

This episode showed that wonderfully and made a huge point about innocence. He may have been forced to grow up way too fast, but he was able to hold on to some of his childlike glee like a safety blanket. Whether it’s him getting excited about a giant slinky, a farting pillow or boldly admitting to loving watching “Finding Nemo” or “Finding Dory” and not feeling self conscious about that (cause there’s nothing to be ashamed of or self conscious about). It’s these small things that speak volumes.

And even though the ending montage was bitter sweet and sad due to how it spelled out the innocence of a lost childhood, Dean’s lost childhood, there is one thing to remember: That childhood, that kid is still well and alive inside of Dean - inside his heart - and sometimes it may need 4 shots of tequila to dare to come out and run free, but ultimately Dean wasn’t hexed when he decided to try and ride a mechanical bull. That was all Dean. No spell. Just a guy having fun and being happy. And so with all of the baggage he has. And frankly, I love Dean exactly for that, for who he is. With all of his flaws, his bad decisions, his darkness but also his vulnerability, his ability to love and his childlike glee.

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I thought I had an explanation, but I don’t

screenshot courtesy of @kaminagirl!

This is exactly what happens when you vote for a 3rd party or not vote at all: every vote that isn’t for Hilary is a vote for Trump.

I’m all for 3rd parties and shit, but this was not the election to do it. 

Scared Alpha Headcanons

-If an Alpha is scared by something but there are a lot of people around, especially other Alphas, they will act like everything is fine to avoid damaging their Alpha pride

-An Alpha afraid of heights having to climb several flights of stairs to sit really high up at a concert and just projecting their worries on their Omega like, “don’t worry you can’t fall over the edge, it’s perfectly safe, perfectly…safe…” and “we aren’t actually that close to the ceiling, it just seems that way, you’ll be fine…” and the Omega is just, “I wasn’t worried…also if you squeeze my hand any tighter it’s going to break”

-An Omega being able to pick up on when their Alpha is scared and low-key reassuring them without drawing attention to the Alpha’s not so fearless behaviour

-An Alpha having a nightmare about losing their Omega and waking up terrified. They try to catch their breath as they reach for their mate…who isn’t there. Just as the Alpha is about to panic, the Omega returns from getting a drink out of the kitchen. The Omega tries not to question it when their Alpha suddenly tugs them down onto the bed and latches onto them, deeply inhaling the Omega’s soothing scent as their heart slowly stops pounding

-Convincing their Omega to watch scary movies, thinking the Omega will get scared and end up on their lap, but it ends up with the Omega being perfectly fine while their “brave” Alpha is practically crushing them into the couch while peeking between their fingers and flinching every time something suspenseful happens

-An Alpha reluctantly agreeing to go with their Omega to a haunted house and the Omega loving it and enjoying all the little thrills of terror but the Alpha is legitmetly freaked out and, “okay I think we should go now please”

-An Omega putting a mask on and randomly jumping out and making their Alpha squeak like a small child, laughing as the Alpha spends the next few hours pouting and vehemently denying any squeaks

-Waking up to their child silently staring at them and being so startled that they yelp and fall to the floor in a tangle of sheets, very graceful and Alpha-like

-A Beta friend secretly telling an Omega about their Alpha’s fear of porcelain dolls…so when the Alpha comes home to creepy glass dolls sitting everywhere they immediately cry out and start panicking, but once they hear the laughter of the Beta and Omega in the other room they are torn between going in there to murder the two of them, or just leaving again because they want to get the hell away from the creepy dolls

-A small child Alpha playing at their Omega friend’s house and a ball rolls under the bed and they both kind of stare after it for a moment until the Omega starts crying because, “it’s dark and there’s monsters under there! How are we gonna get it back?” and the little Alpha being a small trembling mess but volunteering to retrieve the ball for their friend. They come out alive with shaky hands and teary eyes but they have the ball. They also have a bump on their head from when they got startled and slammed it into a wall…the little Omega grins and gushes about how brave the Alpha is and then they kiss the bump and suddenly the extreme terror was worth it

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i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

@macamars

My heart goes out to everyone in Chile whose being affected by the fires. I’ve mentioned before on here that I did disaster relief work, and I’ve trained in natural disasters. Honestly, there is nothing more intense than being on the front lines of something like this. Every day is both heartbreaking and physically difficult. What your friend is doing is difficult, it takes a real hero and I have major respect for him!

Stay safe. If you’re in a dangerous area, make sure you have some bags packed and ready to go if you need to flee. I wish you and your friends the very best. I can’t do much from where I am now, but I want to extend some love to you both. You’ll be in my thoughts. I love you ~Mod Star

(When this is all over, let me know if you’re safe okay? That goes for all of our followers from Chile! I love you guys and I want you all to be safe.)

It’s not that we are trying to “kick out a few bad apples,” it’s the fact that, you just aren’t LGBT.

If you are cisgender heteroromantic ace-spec, cisgender heterosexual aro-spec or cisgender aroace, you just, are not LGBT.

And me saying that isn’t “aphobia.” If LGBT people, who you naturally oppress, are saying that you aren’t LGBT is your definition of “aphobia,” or a lack of visibility to the existence of ace and aro people is your definition of “aphobia,” then… I’s not sure what to say to you.

LGBT people who do not want you in their safe spaces are not discriminating against you for saying you do not belong there. It’s not “gatekeeping” and calling it that means you don’t know the history of that word when referring to trans people, more so, woman, who were denied the right to transition medically by doctors, who thought they were not “trans enough” or not “showcasing enough dysphoria” for them to “be aloud” it.

Ace and aro intolerance and animosity is real, yes, I’m not saying it isn’t.

But, when lesbian, gay, bi, pan, polyromantic or polysexual, trans and non-binary people say that you are not LGBT for being ace or aro, that is not discrimination.

We aren’t trying to say you don’t exist or deserve support. Of course you exist, and if there was an aroace community (or, a fun way to say it could be ‘double A’ community) where you could find support, that would be great!

The LGBT community was founded for not being able to love someone, or for not being able to express your gender. That’s how we were brought together.

And aces and aros can be brought together too! To bring some visibility about, and have support for each other. In their own, unique community.

I don’t mean to sound mean by saying this, but, a lack or repulsion of romantic and/or asexual attraction, isn’t the same as being attracted to someone who, in most parts of the world, you are not aloud to be attracted to, and can face fines, jail time, and even death.

Being asexual or aromantic is something very unique, and while LGBT aros and/or aces exist, they are not only a part of the LGBT community, but the aroace community as well.

If you are cisgender heteroromantic ace-spec, cisgender heterosexual aro-spec or cisgender aroace, you are welcome to visit the LGBT community as an ally on occasion, and input maybe some suggests on how we can better cater to gay, bi and pan aces and aros, and trans and non-binary aroace folk, that might help a bit.

We are not trying invalidate your existence, please try to understand.