you're weird

Cheers to my bf for the idea.

what you make doesn’t have to be perfect!!! what the hell is perfect?? make that mark on the paper! sing! write a sentence! don’t get so caught up in how something should look or will look, try to stay present while making! try and feel how good it is to create!! making things when we were kids was one of the best feelings ever right?? it’s how i want to feel every time i draw!!! and it’s harder when you’re an adult! when did we let fear into this beautiful process? putting yourself/your experience in your art is powerful!! it’s therapeutic! create something today! love u!

This is what I get for not checking my email while I was on vacation…

when people talk about asexuals being praised/loved/idealized by conservative christians, I kind of have to wonder if they’ve actually, like, met a conservative christian. ever.

speaking as someone who grew up in a moderate catholic family but in a very conservative church (with relatives who are charismatic baptists), conservative christianity doesn’t want to prevent sex. it just wants to control it.

“but bb,” I hear you say, “what about all those purity pledges and abstinence-only sex ed and shit?”

that’s all for unmarried people, folks. conservative christianity doesn’t want you to never ever have sex. it wants you to have sex on its terms, in its way, for its purposes. conservative christians love sex… between married heterosexual people, with the eventual expectation of children.

how many children? well, are the most conservative christians living sexless marriages with few to no kids? hahahahahaha. no. the more conservative you get, the bigger the families, because they’re not practicing celibacy and they’re certainly not using birth control. every sperm is sacred is only just barely exaggerating how conservative catholics treat sex, and I’m not even getting into the quiverfull movement and other conservative protestant sects like whatever the fuck church the duggars are part of.

“but they think all sex is sinful and dirty!” pfff. do you know how many lectures I had to sit through about how sex is actually wonderful and amazing and the greatest expression of love between a husband and wife? and how, because it was so amazing, it had to be restricted to just one person? like, the way it was explained to me, you’d think that people soulbonded every time they fucked. they will come up with all sorts of reasons (including bullshit pseudoscientific reasons involving psychology or oxytocin) to say that sex is okay, but only with the one (1) person they say you can have sex with. the sin is the context, not just the act: it’s okay for a man to think lustful thoughts about his wife, but not his girlfriend or another man.

the problem for conservative christians isn’t that people are having sex at all. it’s that the wrong people are having sex the wrong way and for the wrong reasons. asexuality is fundamentally incompatible with that for the same reason that staying unmarried is: you’re not following the path set by the church, one that eventually leads to heterosexual marriage with children.

I don’t know if ya’ll noticed, but during the interview at the Apple concert thingy, some guy in the back yelled “Oppa” to them and a few people laughed. Funny right?
Nah, because the boys were visibly uncomfortable. Especially Mark, Johnny, and Doyoung. Jaehyun and Yuta just smiled nervously kinda like ?? I know some of you people love to say random Korean words for whatever reason here on the internet.. Just PLEASE don’t do that in person, directly to idols! It’s annoying and cringy af like, I can only tolerate Koreaboos so much… Just Stop.

At the event this dude was saying “Oppa Mark!” too and Mark kept looking straight ahead. He was obviously freaked out  cause the dude sounded like a grown ass man and Mark is literally 17 (In Western Countries). At least, that time some people in the crowd told him to shut up.. Doyoung turned around to look at the guy, all wide eyed and probably wanted to say something (ya’ll know how protective he is over the younger members).

You weirdos need to really stop, it’s sad because these idols can’t even say anything back. They are kind of forced to be nice and to keep their mouth shut or else they’ll be labeled as rude. So, taking advantage of that is even more low.

Artists tend to be pretty blunt when it comes to these things? It’s like not even compliments to them, they’re really just facts. 

“I love your face, it looks great”

I feel like Scout could be like that kind of artist hahahaha


#actual puppy waverly earp 

i just love how there was such a stark contrast between jake telling amy he still has feelings for her (”i know you’re with teddy and nothing is going to happen, i just wanted you to know”) vs teddy telling amy he still has feelings for her (”why are you with him” “will you marry me”)

Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”


So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again.