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Support your daughter by overtly telling her that you support her, not that you would still love her “even if she is gay.” When you tell someone, “I still love you even if you are gay,” what you are really saying is this: “Obviously being gay is worse than being straight. It would be an obstacle in the way of my love for you, but I am willing to overlook it.” Say, rather, “I love you, and I’m so sorry that I’ve let you infer by my silence, that I would love you less if you were a lesbian.” […] If you want anything resembling a loving, honest relationship with your daughter, don’t perpetuate the silence and avoid speaking directly about sexual orientation. Be clear, be direct, and be affirming. Your daughter deserves it.
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Keith and Shiro decide to go to the beach. During the day, Keith gets a spider-man popsicle (because is nerd af) with temporary tattoos in it. Shiro suggests to use them, he loves his boyfriend so much.

[TRANS] ‘WINGS: YOU NEVER WALK ALONE’ - Jimin Thanks To

In this album released at the time of the new year, I want to ask for your support this year too.

First of all, my family
I miss you, I’m sorry that I can’t stay beside to take care of you even if I want too. My beloved family, please don’t forget that I always love you.
I’m always grateful to you guys.

Our members, Namjoonie-hyung, Seokjinie-hyung, Hoseokie-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Taehyungie, Jungkookie
Thinking of it, we have reached our 5th year.
I always feel this but, it seems like I can gain strength from looking at you guys, who are always by my side. We used to not match well but now I think we’re really like brothers.
I always want to say thank you to you guys who make me enjoy everything I do even more.
I love you.

Bang Shihyuk PD-nim, Vice President Yoojung, Director Shinkyu, Director Seokjoon, Director Chaeeun, Director Lee Hyuk
Hobeomie-hyung, Sungseokie-hyung, Sejinie-hyung, Jungilie-hyung, Yoonjae-hyung, Sunhakie-hyung, Kwangtaekie-hyung
Pdogg PD-nim, Dohyungie-hyung, Donghyukie-hyung, Junsangie
Teacher Sungdeuk,  Sunghyunie-hyung, Hyunjoo-noona, Sunkyung-noona, Gabriel-hyung, Gaheonie
Jooyoungie-hyung, Changwonie-hyung, Bosungie-hyung, Wooyoungie-hyung, team leader Jaedong
Woojung-noona, Hayan-noona, Surin-noona, Hyunji-noona, Bunhong-noona, Hyeyoung-noona
Team leader Heesun, Seuli-noona, Nayeob-noona, Seolhee-noona, Jinah-noona, Kyungjin-noona, Yoori-noona, Onnuri-noona
Sungho-hyungnim, Hyojin-noona, Sunjung-noona, Mijung-noona, Yeonhee-noona, Seungwoo-hyungnim, Hyewon-nim, Yeji-nim
Hyukki-hyung, Eunjung-noona, Eunsang-hyungnim, Junho-hyungnim
Jungwook-hyungnim, Junsu-hyungnim, Hyunmin-hyungnim
Joowon-nim, Jooyeon-nim, Daito-sensei

Our family, including Bang Shihyuk PD-nim who thinks of us more than anybody else
Our beloved manager hyungs who stay up all night to stay with us and always go through so much, our PD-nims who always work hard to create good contents, our noonas and hyungs who work so hard from behind to make us become better idols… I’m really grateful to all of you, please don’t get hurt and I hope you will be happy like us, even happier than us.
And our Seolhee-noona, Bosungie-hyung who have worked really hard so far, please come visit often. You’re always welcomed.

Head of Department Dareum, Head of Department Naejoo, Head of Department Jihye, Jinyoungie-hyung, Hyunah-noona, Seolji-nim, Songhee-noona, Sohee-noona
Head of Department Hajung, Hyesoo-noona, Seoyeon-noona, Yeonhee-nim, Jieun-nim

I always feel uneasy that I can’t say thank you to you often. I should say more of those things to people who are close to us like family. Our hyungs, noonas who stay up all night with us, who go through a lot, who work hard to make us look better, I love you so so much and thank you.
I’ll do better~~ I love you.

Our family members including Director Lumpens, Director Hyunwoo, Director GDW, Writer Kim Hyungshik, Writer Kim Rinyong, Writer Jung Seok, Junsu-hyungnim, Writer Sung Goo, Plan A family including Sangwook PD-nim, Heena PD-nim, Hyunjung-seonsaengnim.

I think now we’ve become like a family just like our company members. I’m thankful for the wonderful contents that you always create for us, but more than that it’s thanks to you making us feel comfortable and enjoy on every set that we can do it more enjoyably. Please take care of us this year too.

Just Dance family, my friends, our Jinwoo-hyung

I wanted to say this but, I’m always thankful to you for staying by my side.

Hyungnims whom I adore and love, Timo-hyung, Sungwoon-hyung, Taeminie-hyung, Kwonho-hyung, Jonginie-hyung
I see you guys as much as our members so you may feel embarrassed reading these stuffs, but thanks to you I have fun everyday. Now please let the maknae treat once. I love you.

A.R.M.Ys

We have already reached our 5th year? Time flies so fast that even I wonder since when time goes by this.
Don’t worry, we still have so many things to show you guys, so with this album as the start, we’ll get to spend this year together too. Let’s kick off this album with fun and enjoy this year.
I hope you will all have a happy new year, don’t get hurt and be happy. I love you!

Those who always stay with us, I love you.

Sincerely, Jimin

Jin | Suga | J-hope | Rap Monster | Jimin | V | Jungkook

okay yeah, so i changed the dialogue because space but. u all kno this fic

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And Jaspers never break their promises! 💖

poetic lunar sign- walt whitman

Moon in Aries

“I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness. Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.”

Moon in Taurus

“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.”

Moon in Gemini

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large – I contain multitudes.”

Moon in Cancer

“I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.”

Moon in Leo

“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life” 

Moon in Virgo

“You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, not look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.”

Moon in Libra

“And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.

Moon in Scorpio

“Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, when I give I give myself. I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but I will infold you.”

Moon in Sagittarius

“Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.”

Moon in Capricorn

“I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,
And nothing is greater to one than one’s-self is”

Moon in Aquarius

“Stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants…have patience and indulgence toward the people…re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem”

Moon in Pisces 

“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”

if you are reading this right now, you have survived your entire life up until this point. you have survived traumas, heartbreak, devastation, the different phases of life. and here you are, you are awesome.

Mafioso Cas, again.

More Headcanons

I headcanon Lance as bi. I also sort of self project the way I grew up and how my family is/was on him too…? Anyways, more langst

-Lance never thought it was weird that he was attracted to both genders until he was 11
-He first told his mom and she told him it was just a phase
-His older siblings laughed and teased him for it, calling him many slurs
-Slowly he grew to hate himself for being attracted to men and started to become more and more homophobic
- When he was 13, he met a boy in the summer who was gay
-He dated said boy in secret while denying who he was all the while
-His younger sister caught him with the boy and told their parents
-Lance never thought he’d ever see his mom so disgusted with him
-At the same time, he never thought his Dad who seemed the least accepting, would accept him and try to help him
-Lance started to realize as he got older that no men wanted to date him because he was bi
-So he thought it’d be easier to pass as hetro, though by now he was no longer homophobic but was trying to help out in LGBT community
-Lance’s older siblings started to become more understanding of the LGBT community and was no longer homophobic
-His mom understood but didn’t except that he was bi. Instead she’d talk about how it was a phase in his life
-He knew deep down that she’s never accept him
-Growing up, Lance was a middle child
-He never really got new clothes, being able to have hand-me-downs from his older siblings
-But his younger siblings got new clothes as by the time he was down with his, they were outdated
-He tries not to think too much about the times he’d get locked out after walking around late
-It wasn’t their fault, they just didn’t notice he was gone
-When his anxiety was starting to get bad, he had to hide it because his family rejected the idea that anyone could have a mental illness in their family
-He learned how to cry silently early in his life, so it was no surprise that no one knew when he was having an anxiety attack
-His self esteem issues started pretty early in his life
-His older siblings, one was a genius and the other was a troublemaker
-Whatever he did was average in his eyes and only his friends congratulated him
-It would never feel as good as it would’ve been coming from his parents
-When he’d get into trouble or hang around a “dangerous” crowd, his parents didn’t seem to care too much
-His “dangerous” crowd was pretty much just his group of friends which consisted of an addict, an alcoholic, a pot head, a kid who came from a rough home and two high school drop outs who dealt with mental illness, and the other poverty
-Some of his friends knew gang members but it wasn’t an issue because they’d never bring them around
-When Lance got an 89% on an exam, they threw him a little party on the beach by a campfire
-They’d all celebrate each other’s success and Lance started to call them family
-Lance’s siblings always forgot he was with them when they’d tell a story, or they’d replace him with a different sibling
-His own mom and dad started to do that as well
-He started to feel like he was replaceable and forgettable
-He started to fall into depression around the time he was 12, though he never realized it was depression until he was 15
-He started self harming when he 11, a little bit after he came out
-At first it was anger, he felt like he deserved to be treated like crap
-It soon turned ugly as he started to notice more and more things he wasn’t good at and traits that were displeasing
-When he was 15-16, his friends noticed the scars he carefully kept hidden and they tried so hard to help him
-Lance learned that he didn’t want their help as it felt more like pity which only fed into his self-loathing
-When Lance was 16, his friend who was an alcoholic died by drowning in his own puke
-Lance didn’t take it well and couldn’t handle it, so he repressed those memories
-He never remembered until he was in his 20’s and woke up sobbing and shaking(it wasn’t pretty, it was horrible and he could shake the imagines out of his mind for weeks)
-When Lance got accepted to the garrison, his friends threw him a party
-At the same time, he never told his family until two days before he was leaving
-They thought it was just a boarding school and didn’t realize how much he worked for it until after he left and they looked into it
-Lance tried to hold back tears after the first month he was at the garrison and he still hadn’t gotten a call from his parents or siblings
-He didn’t hold himself as he thought of his friends and the fire they had
-He didn’t think of how his parents practically jumped around when his older brother got accepted into university
-He didn’t compare himself to everyone he knew and only focus on his bad points
-He didn’t have an anxiety attack that night
-When Lance met Hunk, he felt relived because finally in his life, he met someone who didn’t know his family
-Because finally he had a friend who saw him and didn’t know of or about his family
-And when he met Pidge, he was ecstatic to meet someone who was so smart and chill
-It didn’t hurt him at all when they kept avoiding him though
-It didn’t remind him of being overshadowed when his teachers started to compare him and tell him he was there only by luck
-It didn’t hurt when he was taken as a joke by his self proclaimed rival because it reminded him of his siblings
-No, it didn’t hurt at all when he realized he really didn’t belong with the other paladins
-And it certainly didn’t hurt when his hero got mad at him for making a valid point
-Of course that didn’t make him start to doubt himself more than he already did
-No, Lance never thought of how much he hated himself or how he wasn’t good enough
-Not even about how he missed his family, when he was stuck out in space
-Or his friends, who’d usually try to cheer him up by taking him out to eat or play games all night
-Definitely not about how he wished he was a better person, never really seeing what an amazing person he was but the only what he saw of himself
-No, Lance was fine
-Right?

In Time

The world around, just for a millisecond, seems to numb. All sound is sucked out of the atmosphere itself. All Sabo can hear is the crack of his boots on the stone below, and blood pulses through his ears like war drums in his mind. Every cell in his body aches, but he pushes on. It’s been a long journey to get here, peppered with storms and regret, and the young revolutionary can’t remember the last time he slept. He certainly doesn’t feel like the strong revolutionary he is in this tired, young body. In this world, he comes as a brother, not a soldier.

Heavy breathing. Blonde hair heavy with sweat falls into Sabo’s eyes, and he shoves another body out of the way so hard that they don’t get back up again. Ahead, shrouded in dust and smoke, Luffy has fallen to the ground – he doesn’t look the same as he did when Sabo last saw him. His chest is unscarred, eyes filled with horror, shoulders shaking. Alone on the ground, Luffy seems so small in comparison to the Pirate King that he was when his brother last laid eyes on him at the execution stand. His little brother looks young; too young to be in this war, too young to have to watch what’s about to happen.

No. Sabo won’t let it happen again, not this time. Screw timelines, screw what this might mean for the world. He had a chance to go back and change things. His devil fruit – Ace, living on somehow through Sabo’s own blood – didn’t approve. Neither did Dragon. Sabo doesn’t care. His mind has been overtaken by some alien force, a thirst for the thing he’s been missing for the decade since Ace’s death. A thirst to change things.

Sabo pushes this lean, twenty-year old body harder. The world is still numb, strangely quiet, as if drawing breath as it watches on. The weight of everything Sabo has ever wished for weighs heavily on his shoulders. This is it. This is the moment where the timeline changes. Ace lunges forward. Luffy’s eyes, brown reflecting magma and fire, widen. Sabo takes a flying leap, coat flaring out behind him, just as Akainu raises his fist.

Everything speeds back up.

Sabo barrels into his brothers with enough force to send them both flying back but makes sure to wrap an arm around each, blood singing in his veins. Ace yells out, pushing back against Sabo with rage in his eyes, and the heat radiating harshly from him is tangible. Luffy is limp at the blonde’s other side, and Sabo’s eyes are too blurred to see his face properly. Heat explodes behind them. The Red Dog is angered, magma pouring from him copiously, but his moment is over. Sabo did it. He took his chance, and the world feels like it’s shifting before his very eyes. There’s no going back now.

“Made it on time!”

The yell escapes from his throat before he can stop it, something between a victory cry and a threat. The battlefield is silent for a split second, and Sabo can hear his voice echoing through it over and over, a reinforcement of his own success. Of Ace’s survival. At the distinctive Grey Terminal lilt that laces the ex-noble’s voice, Ace freezes, a strange expression overthrowing the anger on his face. Luffy’s eyes widen, filling with hope and elation.

All three brothers hit the ground, hard. The world comes back to Sabo in a rush like a tsunami, and suddenly they’re running again, Ace and Luffy stumbling and yelling, both confused as to what’s happening but elated at what they just heard. Heat pushes at Sabo’s senses, so intense that panic floods his veins like a drug, and for a second he sees the boat burning around him. Then, it’s gone. The battlefield replaces everything from the past, and surprisingly, the young man is glad for it. Let this war encompass him. If it means Ace lives, so be it – war will come and go, but Sabo will never have another change like this again. Nothing is going to stop him.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ace asks as they run, surprisingly following Sabo. He looks shaken, as if coming so close to losing Luffy just now rattled him to the core. His voice is uncertain, eyes just as hopeful as Luffy’s now, and Sabo’s heart wrenches when he realises that somehow, deep down, they recognise him.

“…Sabo?”

Luffy’s voice is small in Sabo’s ear, torso shuddering against his back. All his fight is gone. Sabo doesn’t recall slinging him onto his back but he must’ve, maybe when the first starting running. Everything is one pulsing, thronging blur. Travelling ten years back in time must be messing up his head.

Ace’s breath hitches, and his head spins around so fast that his neck must ache. His eyes meet Sabo’s for the first time, and he stumbles for a second, caught off guard. For the first time since Sabo arrived here, he can see that ten-year old kid shining out of Ace’s eyes. Too young to take on the world and wearing his big dreams like medals of honor; questioning whether he should be alive; hurt, but still hoping for something bigger than himself.

“Sabo?!” Ace’s voice breaks. Behind them, two of Whitebeard’s commanders clash with Akainu in a supernova of light and sound.

Against his will, Sabo feels tears spring into his eyes, and a grin stretches across his face even as they fall. Ahead of them, the ocean is just visible, wide and true. “I’ve missed you both,” he chokes out, and they run together still. Ace seems to have stopped even breathing. Around them the battle rages on, and Sabo feels horribly exposed without his pipe.  “I missed you so much.”

Maybe this time, Sabo can stop the execution of the second pirate king before it happens, too. Maybe both Luffy and Ace will survive this time, if he just plays his cards right. Maybe Sabo and his brothers can stay together and stay alive. Maybe, just maybe, he really did change the timeline for good.

A tired cheer roars through the Whitebeard Pirates as they join the three brothers, unknowing of who Sabo is but uncaring. Ace and Luffy are still in shock, disbelieving and confused, but Sabo can see the eldest of the trio as his face begins to light up. It’s like watching the sun come out. Luffy’s arms tighten slightly around him, sluggish and weak but filled with affection, and for the first time in a long time, Sabo has no regrets. He has his brothers.

Maybe time-travel wasn’t such a bad idea.

Okay so I saw that you really loved the asl pic in the magazine so I just had to write this little thing (mostly just to get out of writer’s block lmao). I hope you like it! 

OH MY G OD

I find myself crying in my best friends bedroom at two am asking myself how the fuck I fell so deeply for a boy I never saw coming. I bite my nails to the quick and smile half heartedly but never for long. I feel dizzy upon standing on my feet and wipe my tears in public bathrooms, straightening my makeup so many times in one day I wonder why I bother putting it on anymore. It’s not like there’s anyone I have to look nice for, anyway. “Its either there or it isn’t,” you say. I lay in the bed I loved you in asking where I went wrong again, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and every beat aches for your touch. My lips still taste like you and my fingertips still remember the firmness of your body against mine, when all we had to do was breathe and be together and move. Why cant everything be as simple as kissing is? Why can’t it all make as much sense? “It isn’t there,” you tell me. “I knew from the beginning it wasn’t there.” When I’m with you I find myself asking myself why the fuck I’m doing this, spilling my love over someone who will wipe it off of his clothes before he leaves again. “Just go,” I tell you, when all I want to do is pull you so close so you’ll stay. But you look down at me like you almost feel bad for me for falling in love with someone like you. Someone who is tall and beautiful and honest and completely uninterested in the idea of loving them in return. “Is that your girlfriend?” Someone asks you when we are together. “No,” you say too naturally, too loudly. I try not to flinch as I stare down at the dinner you got us, curling my toes against the truth I’ve been trying so desperately to be okay with. Maybe that means I don’t respect myself, that I’d give everything you want if you only asked for it. Because I felt as lonely as I did in the darkest times of my life when you held me. Still unloved. Still alone. Yet here with you. Every kiss I gave you was a question, every sigh that escaped my lips was a plea for you to please, please, give me something more than this. But you hugged me without your hands lingering on my body and by that time tomorrow you said I was never different to you. I was in grocery store on a Sunday afternoon wondering how the hell I’m going to get through today and tomorrow and the day after that without you, I was wandering through midday thinking about whose lips you’re kissing now. And I have dreams of ripping my own heart out of my chest as if the pain you left me was something that can be held. But it can only be felt. And feeling was something you were never good at. You didn’t seem to even care when you told me you felt nothing for me, as if shattering heartbeats like violin music gone shrill was clockwork instead of something girls cried over when their loved ones weren’t looking. “Where do you want to go from here?” You asked me, and it took everything in me not to say the only place I wanted to be in was your arms around me, where I could sleep soundly because I knew I was the only girl you wanted to hold. I wanted to be in a world that doesn’t exist and that is why I bury my face in my pillow at night and still shiver when the scent of you is on the wind.

-ap (9.17) this is what it feels like when you touch me and this is what it feels like when I love you

leelandsky  asked:

You say to finish things...but I can't even start. I was a writer as a kid, and I finished and started things constantly. My confidence slowly shattered as a teen. I'm now in my 20s and I'm a nervous wreck. I long to write, but the thought of it makes me so anxious. I've created a legitimate fear. How might I overcome this?

I’d suggest two different ways, very different from each other.

You could tell yourself it doesn’t matter, and start finding out how to write for fun again. Give yourself an hour a day to write in: no phone, no internet, no reading books or talking to people, no Tumblr, just time to write in. And in that time, write whatever you want, or don’t. A poem. A description of someone. A memory. A sea-shanty for seven morose pirates and a raccoon. Anything. Just give yourself time to write and find that writing can be fun again.

Or else…

Join a writing group. The kind of group, online or in real life, where you have to produce work to be read by the other people in the group. Where not writing will have consequences, even if the consequence is that people will be disappointed. So there’s enough external push to conquer the anxiousness on your part.

100daysofsurvivorvictim: Day 4 

Just two boyfriends having a little watercooler talk before killing Ohm and Brycey. Yep.

When I saw that Prop Hunt video with Delirious, Vanoss, Ohm and Bryce (the one with the wheelchairs business, lol XD),I really wanted to do some of the scenes, but now with the view of Delirious I NEEDED THAT WATERCOOLER SCENE. So here’s Delirious and Vanoss as a guest for this project :D

Excuse my fangirling thinking about an AU of these two in a company, because SUITS and COLORS. AND YES, *//A//*