why don't you exist in my world

  • Person A: *crying*
  • Person B: There's no reason to be sad.
  • Person A: Why?
  • Person B: Well, first of all, the world is 4.5 billion years old--
  • Person A (interrupting): I don't know how that's supposed to make me feel better.
  • Person B: Let me finish
  • Person B: The world is 4.5 billion years old and you still happened to exist at the same time as me.
  • Person A: ...
  • Person B: ...
  • Person A: Why won't you leave me alone
the signs talking to someone they can't stand
  • Aries: *punches them in the face in the middle of a sentence*
  • Taurus: "I really hate you and I always will.. so shut up."
  • Gemini: "You know what'd be nice? If you shut your face forever."
  • Cancer: "Listen, I'm going to say this the nicest way possible.... honey, I really fucking hate you."
  • Leo: "I can't even handle your awfulness. Why am I talking to you when I'm me."
  • Virgo: "I hate talking to you. Sorry."
  • Libra: *really loud sigh*
  • Scorpio: "You may not be bad-looking, but you are one of the worst and please get out of my life. I have better things to do."
  • Sagittarius: *cuts them off in the middle of a sentence* "Please don't live."
  • Capricorn: "Wanna hear a joke? You."
  • Aquarius: "BURN WITH SATAN."
  • Pisces: "I wish you didn't exist. The world would be a much happier place."
John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • : Here's how easy it was to get away with a bank robbery in the 30s: as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.
  • : It's 100% easier to do things than to do them.
  • : I was once on the telephone with blockbuster.
  • : I think Emily Dickinson's a lesbian.
  • : Being president looks like the worst job in the world.
  • : Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken.
  • : Things don't exist until they exist.
  • : You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.
  • : You all have a relative who is an expert even though they really don't know what they're talking about.
  • : Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don't care for that shit at all.
  • : I definitely look like a toddler.
  • : You will die on August 7th, 2037.
  • : Everyone get out of the way! I just want to sit here and feed my birds.
  • : One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet!
  • : Anyone who's seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.
  • : They haven't let their minds wander since Egypt.
  • : Adult life is already so goddamn weird!
  • : This is an on fire garbage can.
  • : I look like I was just sitting in a room in a chair eating saltines for like twenty-eight years.
  • : In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • : Would like an old turnip that we found in a cabinet?
  • : Quack quack!
  • : I'll keep all my emotions in here and one day I'll die.

anonymous asked:

Louis did a big big denial of Larry today. The biggest one he has ever had (because it was on camera). So, I know we believe in Larry, but maybe we should look at his denial and analyze it. Have you done it? I think I am gonna do it, because the fact is that we don't know them and, although I believe in Larry, I have to keep in my mind that there is a chance I can be wrong. Lot of love for you, you are the best one! <3

Here’s the biggest thing for me: WHY DO THEY KEEP MAKING A DEAL OF LARRY? As others have said, we haven’t seen them publicly together save for Louis’ JHO performance in December 2016 since December 2015. 18 months. They have not interacted on camera. Louis tweeted Harry for his birthday this year. Otherwise, they haven’t communicated on social media publicly either. Ships exist in every fandom the world over. And in most of them they are ignored. Or laughed about. Either way, not brought front and center for everyone always. It doesn’t make sense. This has ALWAYS been the biggest Larry proof: “thou doest protest too much.” 

Why is Wattpad asking the question? My opinion: because he’s devil trash looking for ratings. He’s also in Simon’s pocket. So, at some point there’s likely going to be a narrative about how Simon never closeted them, that it was their choice, la la la. And honestly, we’re going to have to suck that one up and deal because we’re NEVER going to get the kind of story we know to be true. If I believe anything in this fandom it’s that Simon’s NDAs are air tight. But none of this negates the fact that the question shouldn’t have been asked in the first place.

I also think it’s important to draw a distinction between what was said in print (click free link here) and video. As @conscious–ramblings has said, if Dan could have gotten Louis to say all the things he “said” in print on video, we’d have seen it. As @srslycris reminds us, PR firms can give quotes (and photos) to journalists/outlets without final approval from their client. That’s pretty much their job, and you hope you’re putting your faith in the right company.

My big takeaway from both the print and the video is that Louis is closeted. He cannot say that he’s fine with Larry rumors. He has to mention Eleanor. I agree with @verily-i-say that when Louis talks about his “girlfriend” he seems to super impose Harry details there rather than Eleanor. The part about disrespect did stick with me. Because quite frankly, the interaction on Twitter and Instagram IS disrespectful (in my opinion). No one should be @ ing the boys or their families/friends/beards about Larry. Not ever. Speculation in your own lane is one thing. Bringing it to their front door (so to speak) is entirely different. So, I don’t disagree with that sentiment. 

So no, nothing that was said makes me think differently about the truth of their relationship. 

  • John: Is there something you want to know, Merle?
  • Merle: *pauses* Yeah! There is something I would like to know. Are you my friend?
  • Griffin narrating John: The smile drops from his face, and he stands up and I think he reaches out his hand---with the fire---but he pulls it back down, and-uh-he kinda shakes his head and he says
  • John: What am I doing?
  • Griff: And he looks out the window for, like, a minute without talking... and he turns back to you and says
  • John: To, have friendship, Merle, it requires you to... Love someone and be invested in your shared happiness and these things, Merle, friendship and love and happiness.... They're -they're all so... Small. In the grand scheme of things, Merle, they last a second. And I just don't, *sighs*. What bring you happiness, Merle? I know that the game is over but... Wha-what brings you joy, Merle, please I- give me this freebie- I'm-just tell me.
  • Merle: What brings me joy.... is... Life. I think you've can find joy---anywhere, in life. I think it's a conscience choice. I think you- you choose joy. In life, and no matter how bad things are-no matter how crummy-no matter how dark.... You find joy. I found joy, honest to god, gettin' to know ya! I found joy playing chess with ya! I find joy in whatever I do! I don't always do things right 'nd I don't always do things smart, but whatever I do... I find joy in it, because at the end of the day, thats all ya got! You can always come back to the joy ya had, to the joy ya found, to the joy you gave other people!
  • Griff: Uhm, I think his back is turned to you for most of this as he just kinda looks out the window. He says
  • John: I think there was probably a time where I had joy- where I e-experienced fleeting happiness or anger or fear but god, it's just been so long. Merle, I... I used to spend my days considering the nature of time and existence- maybe that brought me joy, once, but unlike everybody else whoever thought about those questions, whoever pondered the meaning of it all... I, and you may find this hard to believe, but, I solved it, Merle, I saw the fullness of time. I- I pondered eternity and was the first person, and only person, to successfully visualize it's treacherous arch.
  • Griff: He sits back down-uh-across the chess board from you and he says
  • John: You're a man of the cloth, Merle, certainly you've wondered too about what awaits our conscienceness after death or-
  • Griff: and he laughs. He says
  • John: Perhaps for some people who think about it, ther-theres nothing but infinite oblivion that the eternal erasure of your conscienceness or-fo-for some it's eternal life and their god's glorious kingdom or eternal cycling through all the inhabitants of their world. Any of these options, Merle, any of them are just, i-erasure or contentment or revival. Any of those are fine as abstract concepts, but eternally, Merle. Eternally? You can't possibly conceive of the length of eternity, Merle. I have. It's maddening and hopeless, but it's this burden we're all saddeled with from the moment of our creation. it's a finishline that by it's definition will never arrive. It stretches forever and ever- it's too ambivilent to even taunt those trapped behind it. It is the cruel price of existence, Merle, and it is too horrible to bear, once you've seen it. Existence, Merle. LIFE, Merle! It's horrible... to exist. To live is... horrible.
  • Griff: And he, kind of, chuckles and he realizes he got a little carried away there.
  • Merle: I don't think I want to hang out with you anymore, John. I think I'm take off... and you can continue... wallowing in your sadness and your oblivion 'nd seein' nothin' but the negative and I'm gonna go on my way... and I tell you what! If we ever meet each other somewhere in infinity, you can apologize to me and tell me you were wrong.
  • Griff: He chuckles a little bit, and he turns towards you and he says-
  • John: I'm sorry you feel that way. You're the first person who I've, sorta, talked about this to who hasn't listened. There were... everyone listened, Merle. I'm not being hyperbolic. Every person in the world was swayed. I don't know why you're different... but everyone else listened. Everything! Everyone across out whole plane of existence, ou-our shared vexation, with life, covered the world like a blanket, and soon every bird in the sky and every tree and every forest and every blade of grass and grain of sand, shared our fury, and it wasn't long before... It changed us.
  • Griff: And I think as he's talking, Merle, you see this scene outside this constant orange sunset start to turn inky and black, with these colorful ribbons of light you've seen inside the hunger-so many times. And he says-
  • John: We changed our entire plane into something new all together. A single being fueled by discontentment, searching for something bigger than this existence. Regardless of the cost.
  • Griff: He turns towards you and he says-
  • John: You call us the Hunger. That's not entirely inaccurate, cause we are hungry, but it would be more accurate to simply call us dissatisfaction, but soon-
  • Griff: and he holds up his hand, and says-
  • John: You will call us Ascendant.
  • Merle: Well, we'll see. John? Thanks for the chess game and kiss my ass you sanctimonious bastard.
  • Griff: He frowns and says-
  • John: Huh. I feel sad.
  • Griff: And he kills you.
When You're Sick 🤒🤢
  • Sister: I'm sick.
  • Brother: What're the symptoms?
  • Sister: Sweaty palms, and achey knees. Sometimes when I close my eyes and don't think about anything, I can feel my heart beating really hard. Harder than usual. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. There is something seriously wrong with me.
  • Brother: Alright, I'm googling your symptoms. Hmm... Web MD says you're in love.
  • Sister: Love?
  • Brother: I guess so, if that's what Web MD says it must be true.
  • Sister: I have never been in love with someone before, not romantically, at least. I don't think I am in love.
  • Brother: How would you know if you've never been in love before? You don't know how it feels.
  • Sister: That is logical. I guess, I don't know. If this is love, then it is underwhelming.
  • Brother: Most things in life are underwhelming.
  • Sister: That is true.
  • Brother: Wanna get high?
  • Sister: It won't mean anything, but sure.
  • *later*
  • Brother: *blazed to fuck staring at the wall*
  • Sister: You know, I wish I could understand how you feel now. No matter how high I get, I always feel the same. Everything feels the same to me. I have never told anyone this but I don't think I have ever felt happy, or sad, or angry. I just always feel the same. Neutral.
  • Brother: *blinks*
  • Sister: Remember that old friend I used to hang out with? The one I would always bring over and she would do my hair and other things that friends do. She stopped being friends with me. She actually told me she loved me - this was way before we stopped being friends - and I told her I did not feel the same way, but I still valued her friendship. I did not actually value her friendship. I did not think much about her at all. I just said that because I thought I should. I remember the last day I spoke to her, we were out at the lake just sitting and watching it. It was frozen over and so gray and lifeless. It looked like it went on forever. It was so quiet too and I could just close my eyes and take in the absolute silence of it all. I wanted to lay back and let the atmosphere take me. I could have frozen to death for all I cared. I just wanted to be lost in that gray moment forever. She just got up and left. I sat there looking at the lake. I have not talked to her since.
  • Brother: *blinks*
  • Sister: Do you think she got up and left because I did not care about her? Because I have been reevaluating my position on my relationship with her and the nature of my life in general. Those symptoms I described to you earlier were symptoms that I did not feel until the moment that she ran across my mind whilst I was organizing my possessions. I like to organize my possessions, disorganize them, and then reorganize them because it keeps my mind from slipping into the gray - like the gray lake I described to you before. I feel as if I will stay there forever if I slip into it too much, though the thought of that is rather comforting, if I am to be honest with you. But, when she ran across my mind, I got sweaty palms which immediately threw my organizing into disarray. It felt unsatisfying. Remember when I told you that I feel basically the same no matter how high I get, I do not think that is true. Remember how I told you I have never felt. I do not think that is true either. Brother, I think I do feel, but I think something is taking away my precious life moments regardless of if they are good or bad. Brother?
  • Brother: *gone*
  • Sister: Tch, it got you too.
  • *later, elsewhere*
  • Social Worker: So you're saying things have been getting worse?
  • Sister: Exactly, please listen to me. I am about to lose my apartment as my brother was the only one capable of paying the rent. I believe I am about to lose many more things. It is good that you contacted me, as I will now be able to explain my position. Since I was born, everything and everyone of importance has simply walked out of my life or disappeared. My emotions left me at birth, my parents left me and my brother shortly afterwords, then went our inheritance, then my job, my friends, and now my brother. I am of the belief that something has been taking them away from me. I believe it may be some force that is paranormal in nature. For what reason such a force would have interest in me is beyond my understanding, but forces like this usually are not ones to be understood.
  • Social Worker: That sounds nuts. I think your problem is that you lack ambition.
  • Sister: I do lack ambition. There is no doubt that I do. I will never deny my lack of ambition, however my ambition has been taken from as well. Soon my apartment will be taken from me and the last true thing that keeps me bound this world, the organizing of my possessions, will be lost to me. What should I do, social worker?
  • Social Worker: I don't know. I'm not your keeper.
  • Sister: Social worker, may I remind you that you are the one who called me to your office and that I would rather have let myself sink into the boundless gray. I am giving this world one last chance, and I would think you would have called me here for some reason. Or would you rather waste my time?
  • Social Worker: *gone*
  • Sister: Ah, so you too have been taken. Right before my eyes. *looks at the ceiling* How much are you willing to take from me and for what reason, I wonder?
  • Spindly hand: *reaches from nowhere and removes the door from the wall leaving a blank space where it once was*
  • Sister: ...Ah.
  • Spindly hand: *reaches from nowhere and removes the window from the wall leaving a blank space where it once was*
  • Sister: I see.
  • Spindly hand: *drags the social worker's desk away, and the chairs, leaving the sister in an empty box of a room from which she can't escape*
  • Sister: I see. I see. You want to leave me with no choice but to give myself to the gray. Are you the gray embodied, or just a messenger of its will? Will you answer me at all, or is my search for reason in this nonsense futile. Why am I even asking? You're not listening to me. You are nonsense like all the emotions and people and things in this world. All those things that leave you when you are not perfect and you can't understand them, so they don't even bother trying to understand you. I am nonsense too because I was born when something like you exists just to slowly take away anything that ever could have meant something to me. *sits against the wall and closes her eyes*
  • *a frozen lake, seemingly endless, sprawls in front of her*
  • Sister: This is where I belong. It's like a dream, an empty miserable dream. It makes me feel like nothing. And maybe I am nothing. *blows away like dust*

anonymous asked:

can you do an astro reaction to their foreign s/o having to go back to their home country and they don't know if they will ever come back✨ thanks you!

YAYAYA AN ASTRO REQUEST! I’m so happy they are my favorite babies xjccbzzsthuj

note: I knowww I’m being slow with requests I’m going to get a bunch posted today, promise!

Anywayss, here ya go!~


  When you tell MJ, you can see his entire world shatter, just by looking at his eyes. He would hold your hands, and look you hopefully.

“B-but why? Why do you have to leave me?” His voice would shake with every word he said.
“Y-you have to come back, right?” He’d say, grabbing your face. “Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know Mj” You would respond.

He would stop himself from getting upset, And just hold your face with both hands gently, brushing the hair behind one of your ears.

“And that’s okay… we’ll get through this.”

He will say, tears in his eyes at the thought of losing you.

i got really soft with this my soft mj baby

Originally posted by kibaems


  Jinjin would stare off into space, lost in his own thought. You could see the gears turning in his head, as he thought of any way he could possibly fix this, anything that could keep you from walking away. After a few moments, he would sit you down, and motion you to lay with him. You would lay on the couch, body meld with his own, staring at the ceiling.

“Jinjin, say something, please.” You plea.
“..I love you.. no matter where you are.”

plsno plsno plsno plsno

Originally posted by jinwooh


  After you told Eunwoo, he would be heartbroken, but he’d be more so trying to let you depend on him in a such a tough situation. He would pull you to his chest, where you’d grab handfuls of his shirt, and just cry. After you settled down, you pulled away, only to see tears streaming down his own cheeks. He’d give you a soft smile, and kiss you on your forehead. He wanted you to realize everything was gonna be fine. If he never saw you again, it’d be hell to him. But he just wanted to know you were safe, and happy.

“Please smile for me..”

perfect time to use this gif bye

Originally posted by moonbinny


  Moonbin would be distraught, in a way that was more towards the world than anyone in particular. Why did you have to leave? Why was there a possibility you couldn’t see him again? His world would crumble, and he would struggle to find a way to fit the pieces back together.

“But is there anyway you could stay?” “What can I do to fix it?”-

“You don’t want to leave me, do you?”

“Oh course not, Bin.” You respond.

“Then please, stay here with me..”


Originally posted by sanhasbinu


  Rocky has a big heart, yet he is strong. Once you told him you would have to leave him, and return to your country, he would remain silent. He would grab you and hold you to his chest, and stroke your hair in utter silence. Rocky would want to cherish the time he had left with you, there didn’t need to be words. He needed to feel you, and remember your smell, how your body felt, and your warmth. He wanted to hold on to those feelings. He needed something to know you were real, and not just a perfect dream, that he could never see again after waking up. When it was time for you to depart, he would hold your face, and caress every festure on your face before bring your face to his for a deep kiss.

“If you dont come back, please don’t forget me.” Because he will never forget you.


Originally posted by rockybin


  Sanha is very young, and he tends to let his emotions get the better of him. Sanha would be a crying mess the whole time going to your departure. It would tug on your heart to see the tears streaming down his face, and to hear his pleas.

“You can’t leave yet!” “There’s so much I wouldn’t to do with you!” “How will I smile again without you?”

  The moment you had to leave, they would have to pry him from your arms. He loved you, he never wanted to let go of you. You were his first love. omg that reference please kill me i will cry stop


Originally posted by asterocky

  • Random couple: Why are you so bothered by our existence ?!
  • Me: *takes out a long list* Hello, introduce you, I'm an OTP Expert from OTP Department. My job is to list all otps around the world and make sure that they interact each other on a regular basis to provide human's daily needs. However, my job also includes annihilating illegal otps from making further interaction, in this case, those who aren't listed in here since it will trigger an imbalance in the society, earth rotation, and human hormone system. I don't see your name here. For that reason, I have the authority to eliminate you for the sake of human's stability and world's peace. So, which of you volunteers to die first?

I don’t wanna live in a world where Naki doesn’t exist. Please kill me, i wanna go with my bro too…

!! follow forever !! o(^▽^)o


I’ve hit 3k followers! I plan to release a little fic or two in the future in celebration, but it all depends on how my schedule is  (✿´‿`)

Below the cut are the blogs I will follow forever

★ = favourites
♥ = mutuals (some are side blogs so some of them aren’t technically “mutuals”  ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )
✉ = i have a message for you!

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My dad’s stuck in his hotel cause of the flood and I know a lot of people who lost everything in the waters and had to go on their roof so they don’t drown and they could be rescued

and some asshole on this dumb web site is all

“hurr durr yoUr rEligIous BeLiEf is duMb wHerEs yOur Savior nOw aNd whY is tHiS aLlowEd to hApPen”

like you’re entitled to your (dumb) opinion, but can you not?

I see posts like this one going around all the time.

You know what? My kink is not their trauma! Their trauma is not something that I am capable of writing anything about. Their trauma isn’t fetishizable by a stranger who knows nothing of them, I cannot draw or write content that has anything to do with them in the slightest.

Fuck off with this self centered bullshit. There is not a goddamn thing about their life that I could write about, knowing nothing of them and having zero connection to them and theirs. I write MY shit, for ME, and I generously share MY content and put my fucking art out there for strangers to goggle at despite how vulnerable that could make me.

I feel for people coping with trauma, I really do. I celebrate every social and technological advancement that allows people to to avoid and to find content according to their personal needs. But when people start content policing, effectively accusing total strangers who’s life and history they know nothing about of participating in their personal abuse, is when my boundaries are radically disrespected. It’s a major reason why @youarenotdamaged​ even needs to exist for goodness sake!

Here’s the thing, Internet Rando, you’re right! Your trauma is not my kink! I’m glad we agree. In fact, my work has nothing to do with you. I say this with all the love in the world: It’s not about you. Get over yourself.

anonymous asked:

Thank you for existing. 💗 [Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox] 💕

I’m… oh dear God… Thank YOU for existing, dear anon, you are too good and kind… (Exactly what this world needs, oh bless you for it.)

Thank you so much for your message, I hope your day will be amazing, and happiness will never leave your side.

I will ruin you.
I will tear you down and transfigure you into a stranger, living in the mirror.

I will rip your beating heart to shreds,
kill every last bit of affection existing within you.

I’ve destroyed you, but still you ask for me.

I am love,
and you know you need me more than anything else in the world.

—  V.B.//why would you make this choice, living as a helpless voice?

based off of jet lag (ft. natasha bedingfield) by simple plan

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Apple: So all of this has an explanation?

Woody: It has more than that, it has a reason, a background story. You see Apple, you are not from this world, and you are not from this mentality… our planet’s name is Osirie, we are able to travel from world to world without being noticed because, besides ours, none of the others know of each other’s existence. Our villagers are born with a power, it can be levitation, materialistic control, mind over matter and many others, to each of them is signed a fairy, from the country Damaha, of the opposite sex that will guide them for life.

Apple: If I am from that planet, Onesie, Brosie, whatever, why did you abandon me? Why am I on earth? Why just not kill me since I don’t fit anywhere?

anonymous asked:

Thank you for answering my anon! English is not my first language so in my language can and should have roughly the same meaning/translation. Sorry about that. As for the rest I see that the DA fandom does that shit hence why I never joined, made art or writing. I understand that it's bad to make your playable and pov chars poc if you are white, but also I don't understand the last thing you reblogged about divorcing a poc char from its cultural bg when it comes to a fantasy world (cont)

(cont) considering cultures do not exist in said world? Exp: making a black woman knight in a medieval setting? I thought this was an ok thing to do? Sorry for bothering you but I understand the whole thing about the playable chars and I agree, but due to language barriers or something I can’t put what writers here said on the topic it in the context of indie stories. Thank you for reading this far tho C:

So, first off, your English is great, don’t worry about that.

Secondly, in a fantasy world, there are no cultures except for the ones the author puts there. Fantasy is not history, and the Historical Accuracy claim doesn’t work.

It doesn’t work for a few reasons: One, “Historical Accuracy” is usually code for “keep it white.” There’s no reason AT ALL that you can’t have black characters in high fantasy. Second, history shows that many cultures interacted, as far back as we had resources to travel. Third: magic and dragons and wizards and elves don’t exist but people seem to have no trouble putting those in their European coded stories. Why can’t there be a black woman knight in a medieval European setting? There’s no reason, none at all. If a dragon doesn’t break your immersion, a black woman shouldn’t either.

So, lets’ talk a little about divorcing a POC from their cultural background. In Muse’s story, Maledictus, her main character Hadiza is a black woman. She was created by a black woman and given a rich and detailed background and story that in many ways, related specifically to her being black. In the fic, she goes to Rivain to meet her mother’s family and the culture there is based off of the real world country of Nigeria. Muse IS Nigerian and used her own experiences and rich history to flesh out a character in a way that felt real and lovely.

There are a lot of Asians in the fandom that are creating Asian elves, celebrations around the Lunar New Year, and who find themselves identifying with the story of Bioware’s elves. These stories and art are drawn upon real experiences that they had, thus making them honest characters that really feel like real people.

I created a black elf with no more thought put into it beyond “Oh look, I can make my elf black.” Ishalle was never going to be more than that. Because I am a white woman, I don’t have the experience of growing up black, I was never around many black people growing up, I’ve never experienced racism, I’ve never experienced the unique dynamic in black families, I’ve never known what it is to have daily microagressions lobbed at me for the color of my skin. The other day I was walking up the street and three cops were riding side by side on bikes on the sidewalk and I didn’t move for them. One of them had to stop suddenly and go around me and he mocked me loudly, but kept going. I’m white, I didn’t have to worry that that cop might see my unwillingness to move as a threat.

So when I made Ishalle’s backstory and everything, I didn’t have those experiences to draw on when creating his character. If I had to do it all over again, I would have made him olive skinned, closer to my skin tone. (I’m Serbian.) I would have coded his family as Serbian, I would have given him thick eyebrows and a long nose, and unruly curly hair. I would have had my own experiences to use, not someone else’s.

And we, as white writers, we don’t always think about this stuff as carefully as we should. And when people read white writer’s work, they lend more credence to it. When I read Memoirs of a Geisha I didn’t know the story behind that book. I thought it was an actual translated account, not that he stole her story wholecloth and didn’t credit her properly or give her any of the proceeds. And that’s dangerous. Because I took it as truth and I’m far from the only one.

I also reblog a lot of stuff that’s much better said than this from Actual Black Fans, so I’d suggest reading through those posts too, as well as checking out @medievalpoc​ blog for more information.

I hope that helps and please feel free to message me further with any questions you may have.

ETA: I went through and tagged all my reblogged posts from my marginalized mutuals with the tag #race in fandom. That tag will be applied to any future posts made by them so you can more easily read their words on the matter.