we needed to be able to have this on tumblr

hey so like.

we got our electricity turned off because the bank pulled more shit

we got the money together to get the eviction notice waived or whatever but like

we’re not gonna make it any further, we’re already $900 in the red in the bank, and we need to be able to afford a new place with cheaper rent

so i set up a gofundme, it’s in my mom’s name and i know the amount looks like a lot, honestly we just threw a number down and whatever we get, we’ll take it.

please, please help us, we’re SO screwed right now and we have no where else to turn. i ask DO NOT REPOST, OR POST OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR PLEASE, my mom is super private and she doesn’t want everyone to know, but we’re desperate.


I will make it quick.

Alright, trying not to cry while writing this post. I just hate the fact that this will be my last time, of sorts, that I will click that ‘Post’ button down there. Anyhow-

As some of you already know this is my last year in high school and that also means my finals are just around the corner. In order to study as much as I need to to be able to get into university I need to make sacrifices. And one of them is tumblr. I wish I wouldnt have to make this post but I need to.

I need to inform you that starting from tomorrow and until the 1st of July I will need to go on a hiatus. And before anyone is fast to click that unfollow button I am here telling you that this blog is NOT dead. We have just come to a season finale, that is all. The next season starts on July second. It is only a hiatus!

This is not something I want, under no circumstances. If it was up to me I’d be writing and posting evryday all year round but this is about my future. And I can’t be an asshole, neither to myself nor to my parents and teachers. They have all tried very hard, me included, to be able to come here and have hope that I can actually get to be something in my life.

I am not talking big here, never was. I’d like to believe I am a down to Earth person (minus the times I daydream about Supernatural) and as that I have decided to take this difficut decision. I could stay, yes, and go on hiatus for only a monthh or two before my exams but I can’t. I need to take this seriously. Other kids have been making this kind of sacrifices ever since the beginning of September and if I wan to achieve my goals I need to do this now.

I won’t be able to post however I will be able to reply occasionally to your mail (not inbox, the other thing though) and I would really love to keep contact with you. Again, the blog is not being closed. I am not quitting because I think that I have a lot more in me as far as energy, passion, love and stories are concerned.

That being said, I hope you all can understand my reasons to this break. It would honestly mean a lot for me to know that you suppot me through this because, honestly, it is about my future guys. It is important for me, more than anything else, and I can’t afford to lose this chance.

So, I guess that’s what I had to say. Here I have links to my masterlist(s) for every story minus those 20 I just uploaded! If you are looking for them just scroll down in my blog and you can find them!

I used to have the entire Masterlist here. Links for every story and imagine I wrote but tumblr obviously let me have only a certain amount of links. So I’ve split it up:

Stories Masterlist 1#
Stories Masterlist 2#

My imagines are a little bit shorter stories, not just gifs, and there are a couple mini-series too! (All links are working trust me!)

Imagines Masterlist #1

Imagines Masterlist #2

So, with tears in my eyes I tell you this angels:

Originally posted by long-live-the-king-of-the-damned

Drawn to you (Part III)

Part 1: http://pagan-raider.tumblr.com/post/156411985998/drawn-to-you

Part 2: http://pagan-raider.tumblr.com/post/156547584333/drawn-to-you-part-ii


The door of your room flew open and your mother stormed in, face clouded with worry.

“You need to pack, quickly. We have to leave.”

“What? What are you talking about, mother?”

“The great heathen army, they will be here soon. Your step-father wasn’t able to stop them.”

You sat down on your bed, overwhelmed by contradictory feelings. The great heathen army. You knew Ivar was with them. Almost a year had passed since you had last seen him. And now they would come here. You were terrified, but at the same time excited, hoping for a chance to see him again. Ever since he had left, the viking prince had haunted your dreams. You longed to feel his hands on your skin again, his lips on yours. You knew those were sinful thoughts but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Common, we have no time to waste!” Your mother’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I want to stay here.” The words were out before your mind had fully comprehended what they meant.

Your mother looked at you as if had lost your mind. “You can’t stay here. Haven’t you heard what I just said? The vikings are coming, everyone is leaving.”

You got up from the bed and took your mother’s hands. “I love you, mother. But I have to stay here.”

For a few more moments she stared at you in total disbelief, but then the expression on her face changed into a knowing smile. “This is about the son of Ragnar Lothbrok, isn’t it?”

You pressed your lips together, not wanting to give yourself away but you had never been able to hide anything from her.

“Don’t think I don’t know. I heard you sneak out of your chamber every night when he was here. And I saw the way you said goodbye to him when he left.”

“I…” You trailed off.

Your mother put her hands on both sides of your face. “Do you love him?”

You took a deep breath, then looked into her eyes. “Yes, I do.”

She nodded. A small smile played around her mouth but there was also an undeniable sadness in her eyes. “Then you should stay.”

You looked at her, almost in disbelief.

“I love you more than anything in this world and I want nothing more than to know you are save.” She continued. “But if you love this man, I have no right to keep you away from him. You have changed after he left. You’ve become so quiet and I can see how much you miss him. I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile again. Go and follow your heart. I can only pray that you are making the right decision and that god will protect you while I can’t.”

A single tear ran down her cheek and she tried her best to smile at you. “Well, at least he is a price.”

You could feel her pain and how much it cost her to let you go. Never in your whole life had you been so grateful.

She wrapped her arms around you. “I love you, my child.”

“I love you too, mother.”

Your mother was still holding you close to her as your step-father entered the room.

“What is going on in here? I thought you were packing.”

Your mother slowly let go of you, facing your step-father. “Y/N will stay here with your father.”

“What are you talking about? She cannot stay here. There will be no one here to protect her.”

“And still it is her wish.”

“Why would she…. Wait! Please tell me this is not about the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.”

You looked at your mother and could read your own surprise mirrored on her face.

“Do you two think I am stupid? I was there that day when she disgraced herself in front of everyone by letting that pagan savage put his hands on her.”

Your mother stepped forward and put her hand on his arm. “She has made her decision.”

He shook his head. “You are mad. Both of you. Do you really want to give her to a viking? To our enemy? I have seen him on the battlefield. Many good Christians died because of him. My father made a huge mistake to release him and now you are making another mistake thinking he would not harm her. He will have his way with her and then kill her. Is that what you want for her? Because I will not allow it.”

“It’s not your decision to make. She is my daughter, not yours.”

“It is good that you remind me how you disgraced both of us. She turned out just like you, didn’t she?”

Your mother stubbornly raised her chin. “I will not force her into a marriage she does not want, making her unhappy for the rest of her life.”

He snorted. “Than do what you want. But I promise you, this will not end well for her.”

With that he turned and left.

You knew that what you were doing was more than dangerous, reckless most would say. If the other vikings would stumble across you before you could find Ivar, they would probably kill you, or even worse. You had found a place on a hayloft from where you could overlook the whole yard through the gaps between the planks without being seen yourself.

As the heavy gate burst open your heart began to race. There was no way to back out of this now. You watched as the vikings stormed into the yard. More and more of them poured through the gate but you hadn’t made out Ivar yet. There were hundreds of them, wild looking men, dressed in fur and leather. They were carrying swords or axes and their faces were smeared with blood. You felt a cold shiver go down your spine and a hint of doubt rose deep inside you. Maybe you had been naive to think you could just walk through them and right into Ivar’s arms. But then you saw him. He came through the gates in a chariot. Most of his face was hidden by a helmet but you knew it could only be him. He stopped his horse not far from where you were hiding. As he took off his helmet you gasped in shock. He too was covered in blood. His beautiful face was hard as stone and his blue eyes icy and cold. He radiated wildness and brutality and in this moment you feared him like you feared all the others. You wondered if you had known the men who’s blood was now smeared across his face and a sick feeling grew inside your stomach. The words of your step-father echoed through your head. Many good Christians died because of him. My father made a huge mistake to release him and now you are making another mistake thinking he would not harm her.

Could he have been right? You were sure that the Ivar you knew would never do anything to harm you but the Ivar you saw down in the yard seemed like a whole different person. You had no idea what to think, let alone to do anymore. As desperation overwhelmed you, you pulled your knees to your chest, wrapped your arms around them and quietly began to sob.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You sat with your back leaned against the planks, face still wet from the tears. You hated yourself for being stupid enough to stay here and for being to scared to do anything now. A small part of you still wanted to find Ivar, still hoped that what you had seen was just a bad dream, but the biggest part of you was scared to death and didn’t dare to move. You wouldn’t have known where to look for him now anyways.

You startled as you heard heavy steps on the stairs leading up to the hayloft. Full of panic you looked around but there was no place to hide. Terrified, you watched as the door was opened and a large man came in. As his gaze fell upon you, an evil smile appeared on his face. You couldn’t help but let out a terrified scream as you tried to crawl backwards, away from him. But the loft was small and you didn’t get any far. As he came closer to you he said something in his own tongue you didn’t understand. He leaned down to you and you tried to push him away but he easily caught your arm and twisted it down hard. You gasped in pain and tried to slide away from him but his grip on your arm was merciless. With his other hand he reached for the neckline of your dress in order to rip it off you but stopped in the middle of his actions as you heard familiar voice from behind him. You couldn’t understand the words but the tone was clear and commanding. The man let go of you and turned to face Ivar. You held your breath as an angry conversation evolved between the two. You had no way of telling what they were saying but it seemed like they would attack each other at any moment. After a while Ivar demonstratively pulled an ax from his belt and looked at the other man with challenging eyes. For a few heartbeats the other stared back at him, his hand at the grip of his sword, but then he just grunted and turned to leave.

As you heard his steps on the stairs Ivar turned to look at you. You cast your eyes down, avoiding his gaze. He waited a few seconds for you to look at him but as you didn’t he lost his patience and crawled over to you.

“Are you hurt?“ He asked and reached out his hand to you.

You slid away from him before he could touch you and cowered into a corner of the loft. For a moment you thought he would follow you but he didn’t. He leaned his back against the wall and looked at you.

“What is wrong?“

You took a short glimpse at him from the corner of your eye. He looked genuinely  hurt by your reaction.

“Y/N, please tell me what is wrong.“

You slowly looked up to meet his gaze and despite everything felt the familiar tingle in your stomach as your eyes met his. He had washed the blood off his face and his features were as calm and beautiful as you remembered. His hair was longer now and there was a long scar on his cheekbone, that hadn’t been there before, but other than that he looked exactly like the Ivar you knew. But then you remembered his cold eyes and bloody face you had seen earlier. Conflicting feeling swirled around in your head.

He still looked at you, waiting for your response.

“You…. You have killed so many.“ You pressed out and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I have known these people. I have lived with them, I have talked to them…“ You trailed off.

Ivar nodded slowly. “I can understand that you are angry…“

“I am not angry.“ You interrupted him. “I am scared. I am scared of you, of what you have done and of what you will do in the future.“

“I don’t want you to be scared of me. I never wanted to do anything to hurt you. But I had to avenge my father. I told you that I would come back to do so. And you knew that bloodshed would be involved but still you are here. Why did you not leave like all the others?”

“I’m still here because I wanted to be with you. I thought we could find a way to make it work, just like your father said, but now I’m not sure of it anymore.”

He was silent for a few seconds and you could see the conflict in his eyes. He was fighting with himself about something.

“It is your decision to make.” He finally said. “I want you to come with me. I want you by my side. But I will not lie to you, this won’t be the last time that blood was shed.” 

He crawled over to you and sat down in front of you, looking into your eyes. “I promise I will never hurt you or allow that anyone else does.” He said, offering you his hand.

Very slowly you placed your small hand in his bigger one.

Yup, you’re not dreaming! This is the 2016 Klance Secret Santa! The fandom grew so fast and so many things happened (Klance week, appreciation weeks, etc.), it was kinda hard to keep track. But there you have it, your very own Secret Santa!

You can find the FAQ here!


1. Signs up start on October 20th and end on November 20th at midnight. 

2. You can find the form here. Please make sure your tumblr username and email are correct or we won’t be able to contact you.

3. The assignments will be sent on November 21th and you have until December 21th to make the gift (we need some time for Secret Santa backups).

4. When the gift is done, you have from December 22th to December 24th to post it and send us the link to your work. On December 25th, we’ll post a huge masterlist linking to all the gifts!

ALL GIFTS HAVE TO BE NEW! If it’s a fic, you can’t write a sequel or a prequel of something you’ve done before.

  • fics have to be over 700 words.
  • fanvids/AMV have to be over 50 seconds.

Well that’s it fellas! We hope you’re gonna have fun with this!

I truly hope
that we always
both have
the courage that
will help us choose
love and peace
over anything else.
That no matter
how hard to us
the world can be,
our hearts will
still be able
to feel
the serenity
they need,
and carry
the love
they should
always give.
—  ma.c.a // I Hope We’re Brave Enough

hi friends, world is fukt, i’m sick of being quiet. having a side/personal blog doesn’t work for me on tumblr, so i’m gonna start posting what the fk i want to here. if ever there were a time in the world when we need to be able to be and express our authentic selves, it’s now. don’t ever let em make u hide. ❤️

the fact that it’s some kind of radical statement to say that we need to have ethical standards as a religious community -standards beyond “always be nice and polite to everyone uwu”- is really telling and really, really sad.

we need to be able to tell each other “hey, what you’re doing is kinda fucked up” without the other person immediately acting like they’re being attacked, going on about “tumblr gone wild!! damn sjws!! this is isfet!!!!” its just childish at this point.

i honestly dont give a damn about people “Doing Religion Right” and Proper Respect for the Gods and all that shit the rest of pagan!tumblr is so preoccupied with; thats yalls own business. but it’s crucial that we can tell the difference between trying to dictate how people practice their religion, and having standards for how we let people in our community treat each other. how’s it overstepping one’s boundaries to say “what you’ve said is racist, please acknowledge that and apologize”? how’s it “isfet” to say “we will not tolerate antisemitism of any kind”? how does it harm our community to say “our concept of correct treatment of others from antiquity (ma'at) discourages this kind of behavior”?

tl;dr: people will go on and on about how “the kemetic fandom’s” preoccupation with jokes and puns about the gods is impious and limits our development into a more adult, developed religious group, but the refusal on our part to really examine what our religion says about how to treat one another, about ethics and practical application of those ethics, is limiting us in a far more profound way.

Tumblr, We Are On A Break.

Hello Everybody,

Today I am going to be that annoying person who announces their comings and goings. Long story short, I need a break. This blog and this fandom have been a lot of fun for me, but also a lot of work. Unfortunately, I also have a job that needs my attention for the next few weeks as the semester comes to a close. I have a lot to do if I want to be able to enjoy my Christmas vacation and I NEED this vacation.

In addition, I have been growing increasingly uncomfortable with my place in the Outlander fandom. The fact that I was having a “fandom existential crisis” started out as a joke, but in the end, I guess it was true. Call me a shipper or whatever else you want, but I cannot be a part of bashing Jess, especially after she left social media. She was nothing but nice to me. In fact, many shippers have been nice to me and I don’t think that just because they ship, they are not assets to the fandom. I know that is an unpopular opinion, especially with those who have had negative experiences themselves, but it has just not been MY experience. I just does not feel right to me to be exclusive when my heart isn’t in it. It’s not just that though. I joined the fandom because I love Cait and Claire (and Jamie too, but who doesn’t?), but find myself spending most of my time writing about Sam Heughan and who he is dating. That is not anyone’s fault, except mine, but it isn’t what I pictured for myself, so I’m going to change it.

Finally, recently I have started to feel like I was being silenced and, whether that is the case or not, it is how it felt to me and has influenced my writing and what opinions I feel comfortable expressing or not. My recent post about Gilmore Girls had me really excited, so I have decided to diversify the content on my blog, a rebranding if you will. While I take some time away, I am going to be brainstorming and will share my ideas soon. I will still be writing about Outlander, but most likely the blog won’t be as exclusively focused on that topic. I look forward to sharing my new ideas with everyone in the near future. #staytuned



Originally posted by word-stuck

Hello, everyone! It’s admin @emmortals here. The original owner of this blog retired from Tumblr and I decided to take care of it. But I don’t have free time to keep it active as much as I want, and I don’t want this blog to be abandoned (which will eventually happen if people don’t apply or don’t post), so we need more members to fullfill our blog with information. We want people who have free time to be able to post edits and especially news from Marvel movies, who will be able to keep this blog as much active and updated as possible.

If you are interested in becoming a member of our blog, please submit HERE your application, and don’t forget to fill all the information required.

We are looking for:

- People who have at least 2 hours a day free to post something, especially to keep up with the news;
- People who have experience with Photoshop or any other image editor to post pictures (gifs it’s a plus, but is not required).

Once you are choosen, all we ask is that you post every week and don’t whitewash people’s skin colour in edits :)

Thanks for all the love that we ever received here. Hope the blog keep active.


So heya guys, Drag0n-PrincesS here, I’m just here to tell you that I’m gonna have higher priorities when I’m back to school, so this means that I won’t be able to post comic updates twice a week but only once since I have to take care of school work and stuff like that.

But I will hang out more in our Discord chat called SWITCHTALE OFFICIAL

which only stream regulars will be able to come OR unless you personally ask @glaciermaniac the second in command, you could ask me aswell but I’m not going to be checking tumblr as often

On another note, also check out our other Blog 

another undertale related Blog  and also askblog! in which we plan to talk more about issues within the Fandom itseld, poke fun and be serious where it need to be serious x3

think of it like my thesis for being so long in this place and Glacier’s playground becuase she’s having so much fun working on this xDDD

also we’ll be bringing another comic to the table:

“Tales of Souls” which we’ll present to you all these new characters as also ones we already know and ones that we have invited to the talble, like core!frisk and the such! and other characters you have probably never seen but we’re glad we’ve gotten their permission to use them +A+

and the last topic

the activity on my main blog will somewhat increase, since I’ll be doing more traditional art for school.

Srry for the bad quality I don’t have a good scanner u.u

So if you are interested In what I do while I’m in some sort of weird hiatus, I’ll still post comic pages, but they’ll only come weekly rather than two per week, so have a good day ya’ll and stay strong! +A+

next update coming this sunday!

Let’s talk some more about what we’re supposed to upload on Vivala. The idea is, that we’re Sherlock…So ANYONE of us is able to “save John Watson”. Maybe we’re all supposed to “play you”. The lost special website featured a museum of proof, along with a screenshot of the Vivala ad, right? So, are we supposed to download our best evidence for the existence of an actual Lost Special? Add a link to your Tumblr?
Still leaves the problem as to who should be your trustee? Mofftiss? BBC? Or, god help us, Sabatiel? ( you need to add an emailadress and a phonenumber, how fortunate that we have Phenomaly’s emailadress and phonenumber)
This might be the way to lift this whole thing to a higher level. We are trying to get the attention of a larger audience, aren’t we?
Your thoughts, please?
@worriesconstantly @teapotsubtext @jenna221b


As you may have notice due to the lack of/infrequent updates, the fyclubeskimo admins are pretty busy. With Dean’s upcoming release soon, the blog will need constant updating and i don’t think us admins will be able to update the blog as frequently as we’d like to. So here’s a chance for you to be a part of our lovely team!! Tumblr admin experience is preffered, but anyone that’s familiar with tags/etc is just as good~ If you’re interested, please hit us up on either messaging or the inbox!

Hey, everyone! Just a couple of house keeping things we need to touch on real quick.

  • Admin Business

Most of you have the admins added on Skype or message us frequently over tumblr IM, and that’s great let’s be real we all love a good friendship or chance to plot! However, when it comes to actual admin business (i.e. – hiatus, something posted to the main) please send a message to the main. We know it can be easier messaging someone you’re comfortable with, but sometimes we can’t check skype as often as we need to some something might get over looked, and we’d hate to have that happen! If you message the main we’ll all be able to see it, and there won’t be any accidental miscommunication. 

  • Thread Dropping

I’m just going to say, I know I’m bad about this too, so I’m calling myself out. (Hi, Amie writing by the way if you couldn’t tell.) I know that sometimes threads get stale or that you’ve been away for a bit and it’s hard to jump back into a thread. But, that’s not always fair to the other person involved. So, if you’re ever feeling that, shoot a message to the other person and see if they want to continue. Or I know sometimes it helps me to hit up a new starter and get in a head space before I reply again. But we all need to make sure we’re doing our best not to drop threads on each other. It’s war, fam, let’s keep that drama rollin’!

xx Amie, Beth, & Kt

Seán William McLoughlin

I love him so much. The thing I love most about him is how dedicated and passionate he is towards the videos that he makes every single day and his fans. He cares so much about us. He loves us so much. He spends all day, making videos & interacting with us, via Tumblr, Twitter, YouTube, etc. His main goal is to make people happy, he hopes that the things that he does and the things that he says will make people happy. And trust me, he did it, he made so many people happy, each and every single day, including me. He has always been by our side, he has always been there for us when we needed him the most, he has always made us smile and laugh. Whenever I’m having a bad day, I know for a fact that Jack will be able to cheer me up, and he does. That’s all he ever wanted to do; was make people smile, and that’s only one of the main reasons why I love and appreciate this boy so much. And whenever I see him like or reblog something on Tumblr, it makes me so happy seeing Jack being so active with his fans. We just can’t thank him enough. I also made some new internet friends who I care so much about and love, all because of him. I just love him so much. I could go on forever to talk about how much he means to us (reason why I always write him notes) I could just keep on going. And I love writing him notes, he deserves them all. And I hope if he’s seeing this, I hope he has an amazing day today and tomorrow :’)

Some days, booklr makes me feel lonely, because of the lack of interaction I seem to have with other people: even on tumblr I can feel like the awkward introvert outsider.
But other days I spend time in the booklr-community and remember: the people here understand why I read, they understand what I read, they understand the constant need to carry a book with me everywhere and the feeling of not being able to talk to people about my current obsession in every day life.
Even though we don’t actually talk, this gives me a feeling of belonging. So, concluding, I love this little community of reality-escaping misfits! And I thank you all 🙂

Label : Something you put on clothes. Not on people.

Hi Guys,

As you know I’ve been wanting to create a tumblr for a while now. The reason being is that I have so many moments that are just too big to share in a short 140 character tweet. I also have so many feelings that I want to be able to express. I want us to be able to have an environment where we can discuss topics that need to be addressed, a place for us to give each other advice and to support one another. I want this to be a place that we can come and let our feelings out, our opinions out and pour our hearts out. So I hope that you will be a part of this journey with me!

The first thing I want to write about is something that I am currently experiencing and something that I’ve truly always been going through without me being old enough to realize it. I think to be quite honest ALL of us at some point in our lives go through this and IT. NEEDS. TO. BE. TALKED. ABOUT.

I’m talking about LABELS. No, not the kind we put on our lunch boxes when we are a kid, or on our sweater so if we lose it on the playground it can be returned to us, or even the ones that we put on the side of a mason jar with the fresh jam we just made (hello Pinterest thank you for the idea).
I’m talking LABELS. The kind of LABELS that are put on PEOPLE. I was sparked to write about this after finding a post on a twitter account saying:

“If a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. If a girl listen to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comes or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude…”

Now, I’m going to interrupt the quote for a quick minute to get personal about that last description. I was just labeled as a “prude” by someone a few weeks ago. Now at the time I didn’t know what it meant so I just laughed it off and nodded my head awkwardly (as I do). I then got home and looked up the definition of it and was so taken back… For those who aren’t sure of the definition either, it’s this:

n./adj. One who will not engage in any kind of sexual activity with a member of the opposite sex. 1. Usually used as a discriminatory word. 2.Can be used in a fashion as to bait someone into sexual activity.

So this word isn’t a kind word. There’s no way to make it a kind word.

Here’s what upsets me and makes me feel a little confused:
Where does having morals and waiting to take big steps until you’re absolutely ready to take them a negative thing? I didn’t know that making a personal decision based on what you believe in your heart was such a terrible thing…. that’s because IT ISN’T.

I didn’t speak about this for a while until a few days ago at breakfast. I was with my mom, a castmate of mine and his family. We were sitting around talking about life and it just kind of slipped out. It was only then that I let myself actually feel hurt about it after weeks of holding it in. I don’t want you to ever hold things in. Talk about it to anyone who you feel comfortable with. I don’t care if it’s the barista at your coffee shop. Never. Hold. Stuff. In.

I am not a prude. I respect myself and my body and I will always always do what I believe in that doesn’t make me any word or anything besides:


Okay- now back to the quote:

“…. if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead….”

I don’t know about you BUT this Twitter post really effected me and hit me straight in the heart. I also want to make a point to say that this doesn’t just go for girls it goes for boys as well…. and that’s where we move on to stereotypes.
stereotype :
A stereotype is used to catergorize a group of people. People don’t understand that type of person, so they put them into classifications, thinking that everyone who is that needs to be like that, or anyone who acts like their classifications is one.

How many of you have been stereotyped? I know I have. I’ve been called: fat, skinny, fat again, anorexic, fake, smart, innocent, precocious etc. All words that have flown over my head and that I’ve made myself laugh at rather than cry over but I know that that isn’t the case for ALL of us.  How do you think the boy in the glasses who happens to like reading books feels when the whole school looks at him as some foreign object who can only date a science book? Or how about the boy on the football team who happens to be good at football but is immediately labeled the jock who is gonna be with all the girls in the school? There is so much more to a person than what they do and what we can see. Not all of us can be there with them to see what they do at 4am when they can’t sleep, or when they come home after winning a game to a house with their parents screaming at each other. None of us can completely know what that person is going through unless we are that person. So let’s stop talking about that person unless we really know them and even then don’t talk unless it’s something positive. Yes, I know it’s fun to talk to your besties about the latest drama and the he said/she said of it all (trust me I’m guilty of it too) but remember that much like the internet, once you put something out there it’s out there. Once you say something you cant take it back and you have to live with what it, so make sure you can before you say it.

We live in a generation where we are judged and looked upon every two seconds. I know that in my case I am being watched because I am in the public eye. I also know that one small mess up or mistake could honestly overpower any good that I have managed to do because sadly people are more interested in the bad mess ups than all the good things we do. Labels and stereotypes don’t help this situation. So here’s what I want to encourage us all to do:

Take out a piece of paper.

Grab a pen.

Take out a phone or a laptop or any device that can record. (and if possible I would love for you to tweet/ instagram me your pictures and/or video, I’ll be putting together a project about it)

Hit record.

I want you to know write down any word that you have ever been called on that paper.

Once you’re done lift up that paper and face it towards the camera so we can see those words.

On the count of three I want you to stay facing the camera and tear that paper into as many pieces as you can.





Did you rip it?

Now I want you to explain what you see.

What’s left on that paper? Is it just scraps of letters here and there?

At the end of the day if we put those words on a piece of paper, they just become words and if we rip the paper they become scraps. In theory they become NOTHING.

However as people we are EVERYTHING. Not one person is the same as another. Not one word can define exactly who we are. You can’t put us on a piece of paper, you can’t rip us up and you can’t make us nothing.

So, next time you are labeled or placed into a group that isn’t you…
grab your phone, blast your music and have an epic dance party because YOU are worth so much more than a word.

With Love, 


22 😎👉🏼👉🏼

Agh, I don’t even know where to start. I could write novels about how wonderful of a human you are and the impact your friendship has had on my life, but I think all of tumblr would light me on fire.
I’m gonna be extra gay rn so hope that’s cool.
Firstttt of all, I’m really happy about how often we’ve been able to hang lately. I love spending time with you and even if you don’t end up moving closer, I still need for us to make seeing each other a routine okay?
I wish I had known you as a kid, but I’m so happy you came into my life in general ‘cause now you’re stuck with me.
You’re a one-in-a-million kind of human. You’re intelligent, passionate, strong, hysterical, intuitive, talented, magnetic, insanely fun to be around, fierce, gorgeous, trustworthy.
Most importantly you’re an incredible friend (and human in general) who has done wonders for my life, probably without you even realizing it.
But you have, you make a difference in people’s lives.
I have great memories from our friendship so far and I hope so much for more adventures with you.
If you ever doubt for one second your importance in this world, please don’t, because you’re so loved and essential to my life.

Mutuals send me a number and I’ll make a post talking about you.
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Hello Everyone,

Due to some health issues (been to the Emergency Room a few times in the last month and was hospitalized in April) I have not been able to work. I am returning in a few weeks; I am doing much better now and am on the path to a full recovery.

However, one of my hearing aids has decided to die on me and I rely on them 100% for school and work and to experience the world in general. 

I am desperately asking tumblr for help. After my meager savings,  I still need $1,580 to buy a new hearing aid. As we all know, insurance doesn’t cover them.

My paypal is kborne123@yahoo.com. Thank you. If you cannot donate, please signal boost.  

You broke up with me 2 months ago, something about us being ‘too young’ and ‘needing freedom and being able to be one of the boys.’ You told me 'that this isn’t because we don’t have something, because I love you and you made me the luckiest guy in the world. But it is just the wrong time.’ Then you broke my heart that little bit more by telling me that 'you are the one for me, I was supposed to meet you in 10 years time. When we had both lived, and both had our hearts broken. And we would come together and nothing about us would be broken anymore. I met you before we were ready.’

You stood there telling me that I was your soul mate but at this moment in time having meaningless sex with girls who you will never know the name of was more important than being happy spending the rest of your life loving only me.

And I did my best to be okay. I put on my brave face in front of our friends, and I told myself that we would find our way back to one another. I didn’t want to lose you, so I continued to be your friend. We would all sit there laughing and that was enough for me, for now.

And then you touched my hand as you took the book from my hand, and it felt like I had just been hit by lightening, like I was given a second chance and life. Like the best and worst moments of our relationship flashed before my eyes, and I was bought back to reality when you said my name, as my head was far from here. 

There was a moment that you looked into my eyes, confused. But you hadn’t seen me for two months. Not properly, not the way you used to see me.

And I got up and ran. I locked myself in the toilet, too scared to leave. And I have never felt so much at once in my entire life.


It took me two months to comprehend that you had broken my heart. And that if I loved myself at all, I couldn’t wait for you for 10 years. I couldn’t let you come back to me when you were ready, when you had a big enough tally on your bed post.

That the day you left me because you weren’t ready for an adult relationship, the day you told me ‘someday’ is the day it really ended. And I had to let go of the ‘happily ever after’ I was protecting myself with.