do y'all ever feel creepy for having a crush like,, you’ll picture the two of you going on a hike and holding hands or going to one of those buildings filled with trampolines together and ur just like “stop!!! this is nonsense!!! u dont even know them that well stop thinking about them all the time!!! they would probably be weirded out by this bc they think of you as a friend at best,, S T O P”
HOOO BOY I didn’t think I would have to do this in this nearly 3 years down the line, but my inbox has become a hellish wasteland due to misinformation so I’m gonna be as blunt as possible here: I don’t ship Makorra and I haven’t since the show ended.Personally it’s just… not My Jam anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. But that’s not the point of this post.
An old post of mine started going around claiming that my opinion regarding fandom toxicity is invalid because “I’m a 24 year old makorra shipper who’s still bitter about korrasami”. I touched base with the person who left the comment asap to try to figure out what was going on & they told me they had me confused with another blogger. They retracted the statement immediately.
… but the damage had already been done. The version of the post with the “callout” is still circulating.
Look, if this was true and if on top of that I was in fact spreading any kind of hatred or making shitty posts that offended people, I would take this criticism to heart and work to actively change what I was doing. I want and have always wanted this blog to be a safe and comfortable space for anyone and everyone.
But. Honestly. I refuse to go down because of a case of mistaken identity. This is ridiculous, guys.
If you have to call someone out, please try to do a little research. Misinformation can be harmful.
the signs when they've had enough of everyone's shit:
*scrolls through memes on instagram* you will beg on your feet when i destroy the world one day smh *forgets the fight and hugs you 2 mins afterwards*
Give me a coffee or I will write a novel and insult you all in it because im too nice to say it in your face
*smiles evily and plots your death in spanish* yes Karen I love you haha :)
*sighs* what can i do when i love them
*screams while crying* I WAS THE BEST AND YOU WILL YEARN FOR ME ONE DAY BUT I WoNT BE HERE
*puts glasses on and invites you for tea* Sit down, we need to have a deep, thorough conversation and analyze all the possible aspects of the spheres of our conflict, therefore solving it properly, without further misconceptions on that particular topic.
Ya'll don't deserve me smh but ur all my friends and i wont do anything bad bc i love u
*sobs up* I just wanted to be supportive but y'all dont know when to stop
*kills everyone in their way with their laser-beam eyes*
Oh look, Im sad, therefore im gonna turn off my phone, stay at home for 3 millenias and play trashy video games
*finds new friends and doesnt even give a shit about their old friends*
I just need to get laid, otherwise I promise there will be casualties
as a white™ to other whites™ in the omgcp fandom i feel like a lot of y'all are afraid to write poc because you dont want to get shit wrong but like fr. its not hard. just dont talk about being black or asian or latino if you dont know what its like. thats it. you can still write them, and have them be your main character, and allow them to be complex. you can be white and write a black character!!! all you have to do is not write about the black experience because you dont personally know about it. that means that you can still have them be black, like things that are typically associated with black culture (if thats what the character is like), and still have human emotions!! it can be done well, like if you take a gander at @geniusorinsanity who writes an amazing nursey!! and if you REALLY don’t feel comfortable making content like that, you can always reblog it!! support those creators, like @hoenursey and @omgcphee and @duanlarissa and @oluranurse and like a billion others!! follow accounts like @omgpocplease !! dont be afraid to show interest in those characters because even if you get called out, its a learning opportunity man. if someone calls you out then you just learn about what you did wrong like nobody is perfect but if you recognize your mistakes, own up to them, and strive to be better itll be okay!!! like the characters you want to, but dont be deterred from the ones you do because you dont want to make people angry!! its just a process of life my friends, we are all on a learning curve. (make content for non-white characters broski. it will enrich your life.)
my abuser moved back into town and currently has access to the house i lived in so i left and i’m couch surfing now (aka ‘homeless’)
got somewhere to stay till at least sunday but im trying to find a place to stay permanently asap
i’m looking at places to rent with a girl i met this month andshould be fine paying rent when i do find a place
but if y'all could help a disabled, gay girl out i’d totally appreciate any donations!
im currently having to pay a lot for transport, since i dont have a car, and any help towards covering those costs and the future costs of the bond/agency fee’s (estimated £900 atm) that i’m going to need to pay to get a place would be amazing <3
A/n: I tried to be clever with the title, probably failed but it’ll make more sense once you read.
Character: Connor Murphy
You lightly nibbled on your thumbnail as you stared down your laptop screen, rereading what you had gotten down so far, and deciding how you wanted to carry on. Your notes were sitting next to you on your bed, and tucked way on your bedside table was a nice, hot cup of tea.
You were typing away on the keyboard, hardly noticing the subtle ding of your phone. You had every intention of getting this writing over with tonight. It wasn’t due for another couple of days, but you didn’t want to worry about it.
There it was again.
Your phone had gone off.
You breifly glanced over to where it was charging, making a mental note to check it once you were done.
But it went off again.
You slammed down your notebook and angrily stared at your phone, sighing in relief whenever the ringing stopped.
The peace was short lived because you got another three sentences down before it went off again.
“Oh my god,” You groaned harshly removing your phone from the charger, the notifications flashed by and you unlocked your phone to read them.
All of them were from your friend, Connor Murphy.
Connor: yOOOOO what r you up to?
Connor:ignoring me now eh??
Those messages had been sent over an hour ago.
Connor: oh (Y/NNNNNNNNN)
Connor: seriously what are you doing
Connor: you like never leave your house i know you’re not busy
Connor: jesus christ you’re so fucking annoying.
Connor: pls talk to me :(
You leaned back into your pillows, chuckling at his messages. You had gotten to know Connor whenever you two were in the same gym class during Freshman year.
Both of you were shit at sports and were always the last picked for teams, so more often than not you two paired off.
The year after that you both had been in a lot of the same classes so your friendship grew.
But you soon came to understand that Connor didn’t have that many friends, so he had a tendency to talk to you all the time.
And you were happy to talk to him and he was funny and you liked hearing his thoughts, but he had a knack for choosing bad times to want to talk.
You quickly tapped out that you were busy working on your essay and would talk to him later.
It took maybe ten seconds for him to respond.
Connor: finALLY I THOUGHT YOU HAD ABANONDED ME
Connor: also this is ludicrous, that essay isn’t even due till next week, plus it’s a friday night i demand you give your dearest friend the attention he deserves
You rolled your eyes, he could be such a brat sometimes, but he did have a point. You looked back and saw you were nearly finished.
(Y/n): Alright fine, why don’t you come over?
Connor: Trying to get me alone, how scandalous ;;;;;;)
(Y/n): do u want to come over or not
Connor: see u in 10
“Hello, hello, hello.” Connor announced as he sauntered into your room, immediately jumping onto your bed next to you.
“Easy!” You said, holding your tea mug carefully. “I have hot liquids present.”
“Oh, well give them my most sincere apologies.,” Connor said, sitting up and turning himself over. “What do you want to do?”
“Give me like fifteen minutes to finish this.” You told him once you started typing again.
“You’re seriously still working on it?” Connor complained, resting his head on your shoulder while he pouted.
You didn’t respond to him at first and it made him scoff. “Fine, at least tell me what your writing about.” Connor reasoned.
“I choose the favorite classic-lit couple prompt.” You answered, still working.
“Which one are you writing about?”
You promptly turned to the side so he couldn’t see your screen, apologizing when his head flopped to the side.
“Uh,” Connor said, his hand toying with one of your blankets. “You like Jane Austen a lot, are they from one of her books?”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
“Shit, uh, Daisy and Gatsby?”
“Oh, that’s actually an interesting one, but no.”
“Damn,” Connor said, racking his brain for the other books you’d go on about. “You like Little Women a lot, what was the one couple in that?”
“Jo and Laurie? Oh, absolutely not, and I could rant about that if you’d let me.”
“As much as I’d love it, no thank you,” He said, smiling while he thought of more. “I surrender, tell me.”
You placed your computer onto his lap. “Robin Hood and Lady Marian.”
Connor looked over at you, brows scrunched in confusion. “Really? I didn’t even think about that.”
“I never told you, but I love that story, used to have the biggest crush on Mr. Hood when I was little.”
Connor smiled. “Is that so? Maybe I should start wearing more green then.”
You playfully shoved him with your help. “Hush up and tell me what you think.”
“I dont see why, I always think everything you write is wonderful.”
“My my, you flatter me, Mr. Murphy,” You teased, leaning against him so you could also look at the screen. “Really though, critique me.”
Connor took a moment to read it over, you’d try to read his facial expressions but for the most part he looked neutral.
“Like I said,” Connor told you, giving you back the laptop. “Wonderful.”
“Lovely,” You said, “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna hook this up to the printer. I’ll get you some tea on the way back.”
You hopped off the bed, winking at him before shutting your room door, leaving Connor with his thoughts.
Morpheus, son of Sleep, the leader of the Oneiroi (personified spirits of dreams), and the god of dreams who delivered messages from the gods to the mortal world. The name signifies the fashioner or moulder, because he shaped or formed the dreams which appeared to the sleeper.
HALF WON'T EVEN LISTEN TO ME TWO OF THEM WON'T CONTACT ME AND KRIS JUST LEFT ME TO DEAL WITH THEM YIXING IS THE ONLY ONE THAT LISTENS TO ME AND HES NOT EVEN HERE TODAY
Sometimes you just gotta let them be *sips wine out of a mug*
Well at least my kids are only weird
someone needs to come get my kids. Mark is the only normal one and even then I'm pretty sure Jackson is starting to leave an impression on him, Yugyeom just released a song on SoundCloud about having a side piece, Jackson is Jackson you can't do anything about him, Youngjae has consistently locked himself in his room with Coco, BamBam is BamBam you can't help him either
HA YOU HAVE HELPLESS KIDS
*yells from the other room* KIHYUN YOU CANT TALK ABOUT ANYONE ELSE ALL YOUR KIDS DO IS SLEEP ALL DAY AND DONT DO SHIT FOR THEMSELVES
Just be lucky y'all don't have 12 kids
I thought you only had 11 kids
Oh Seungcheol is a child himself. The worst child of them all.
But anyways... Jin how are your kids?
Oh they're fine Jimin made some brownies the other day, Jungkook is currently going through his emo phase, Yoongi is doing what he likes which consists of music, Hobi is being the ray of sunshine he is, and Tae is in theater so he's been practicing for an upcoming play.