when's my time

I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.

But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)

Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.


YOU ALL! YOU ALL are to blame with your drawings and talking about Momo dancing, singing, listening to some songs, etc… XDD And then BAM. Lady Gaga’s Telephone hit me like a freight train. She holds a sandwich in the video, so… XD This ist trash over 9000, but here you have it, this was so fun, hahaha. Pls don’t take this serious. *grins*

Soooo. Imagine Momo getting angry over He Tian, starts shouting at his picture, ends up singing and accidentally presses “call” (Honestly, boy, what did you smoke to not realize that you’re the one telephoning him). He Tian’s like “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCKING. FUCK.” But listening in sheer awe, until Guanshan runs out of breath from all the rampage and… BONER ALERT. (I know, I know, I officially went nuts XD)

Guanshan’s Mom saves the day and He Tian can’t stay mad.

we dem (tres horny) bois 

does anyone else with a fucked time perception feel like its friday the entire week, but as soon as it gets to thursday-friday you cant register that the week is almost over 

Shoutout to my jarco shippers

Yall still rock, my dudes

Especially those with jarco blogs

Fill up the tag with love for that ship, not hate <3


all i want to listen to for the next month 

“Absolutely not,” Louis had said as soon as his publicist mentioned the Brits. He could be nominated for everything on the ballot and he’ll still never go anywhere near the Brits again.

She’d tried to convince him, talked about the bad optics of Liam up there alone while “we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen” echoed in the background. Louis wasn’t convinced. Louis is pretty confident that the last place Liam wants to see him is the Brits.

So he’s here, on the couch, with Doris and Ernest. He’s let them stay up late not for their own sake but for his, something for him to turn to if he needs to look away from the screen. They’d spent the whole show rearranging the cushions, jumping back and forth between the couch and the ottoman, and dragging their favorite blankets around on the floor.

When it happens, Louis isn’t quite prepared for the way his stomach clenches. “That’s your Uncle Liam,” he tells the twins, realizing that he’s leaning closer to the television.

Doris stands on the end of the couch and face-plants into the seat cushion. “Who’s Uncle Liam?”

“Well, you haven’t seen him since you were younger.” Louis doesn’t know how he should answer the question. He doesn’t know how he let it become a question that had to be asked.

Ernest drapes himself across Louis’s back. It helps.

Liam has curls like Louis hasn’t seen since 2011. He’s all bundled up in a pullover and a leather jacket, with studded details that make him look armored. Nothing as easy to grab as the lapel of a suit. Nothing as fragile as a row of buttons down the front of an expensive shirt.

The buttons had come off easier than Louis had expected, after the Brits last year. He could have undone them properly, but it felt better to fight something, to cause all the chaos he could with his mouth violently pressed to Liam’s. He could hear the pop of the threads and the click of each button on the hardwood floor of the front hall. Liam just tightened his grip on Louis’s hips and pulled him closer.

He’d spent close on six years trying to push Liam out of his comfort zone, prodding and demanding and pushing into his space. But it turned out there’s no such thing as outside Liam’s comfort zone, not when it comes to Louis. That night, the discovery felt like an unexpected drop, like misjudging the number of steps in a staircase.

Louis doesn’t know what to do without a boundary to push. Doesn’t know how to be around Liam now that he’s not something to crash into or climb or subvert.

When Liam’s done speaking, Louis tosses Doris over his shoulder and scoops Ernest up by the waist. He waves off Fizzy’s offer to help and hauls them to their bedroom, singing “Bedtime for you, bedtime for you.” A couple of books read, a couple of songs sung, two pairs of spindly arms in striped pajamas wrapped tight around his neck as he says goodnight. It’s a better choice than he made last year, he hopes.

Louis closes the bedroom door behind him and pauses halfway down the hall to tweet something, the ingrained habit of gratitude demanding attention now that the twins are settled. Once he starts the recording on his phone, the thanks come out of his mouth soft and automatic. So does the apology. Sorry again, although he’s only said it once. Sorry I can’t be there.

He’s not sure who he’s apologizing to.

[this goes with Lilo and the Golden Chain part 1 and part 2 and @mildlymaddy‘s very important account of the 2016 Brits; thanks for the ending you devastating creature you]

In a world where I’m more skilled at animation, she would blink every now and then, and her coat would be moving too. I am not skilled an animation though, so I didn’t want to overwhelm myself. :B

Also, fun fact - Feb. 23rd (today) is Tessa’s birthday.

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Please don’t remove caption ✮


I had it up as a rule for quite some time back when the 5B episode first aired and it was very much a problem, and took it down once things died away and it didn’t feel so necessary. But unfortunately this has come up again, and I feel the need to highlight a thing:

I’m not down with people wanting to rp purely so they can ship with the muse. I’m not down for forced shipping. Whether it’s with one of the FCs or the character of Gaston himself. Especially if it’s with one of the FCs. 

It feels like you only want the pretty face, or the concept of the character, not me as a writing partner. It feels, quite honestly, that you couldn’t give a flying fuck who’s behind the muse, or even what happens in our threads, as long as romance happens. And that’s a definite no. 

Don’t get me wrong: I love shipping. I will gladly ship with anyone. Some of my favourite interactions are ships. And I’m 100% fine with shipping being the end game between our characters. I’m also fine with us starting an interaction with the intent of shipping– as long as you let me know up front. But if you contact me with the singleminded goal of shipping with Gaston, and give the impression that you’d just go to another one if the ship doesn’t happen fast enough with me…

…then maybe let’s not, yeah? 

Just to clarify: you all won’t hate me if I have to push back my “Harry’s going to ruin you” imagine by a couple of days, will you?