Fan-girl over almost any fandom and I am severely devoted to my ships and otps. Fandoms include Detroit: Become Human, LoTR, The Hobbit, Star Wars, Star Trek, Avengers, and many more. I'll write anything just ask!
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Just one of the many things that got swept under the rug during the Era of repression. I love finding stories like this. It gives me a boost of serotonin to get me through my day.
*cough gay cough*
Children don't choose to be born. Parents and more specifically Mothers choose whether or not they want the responsibility of giving birth and then raising a baby into a fully functional adult.
Having a child is a long term commitment to a heavy, heavy responsibility which demands energy, attention, and time.
To have a child is to bring an entire person into the world. This person can not consent to this. This person is inherently vulnerable, hardwired to depend on you, and must be taught the skills neccessary to one day care for themself.
When you have a child, that child's well being is entirely on you. It's your job to keep them safe, to keep them fed, cloathed, and happy. It's your job to make sure they feel loved.
When you choose to have a child, you are signing up to spend years and years of resources on that child. That is your choice. The child was not alive and could not agree to your decision to drag them out of the void of nonexistence. The child was not asked if they wanted to experience an entire lifetime of conciousness, and all of the potential suffering and agony that comes with that.
That decision is entirely that of the parent who has made the choice to have a child.
You are not "granting the gift of life." You are not doing this hypothetical child a favor by having them. You are doing this for you, because you wanted to be a parent. You wanted to have the experience of raising a child.
This means that if you have a child, you owe that child. You owe them time, and love, and safety, and care. You asked for this, it is now your responsibly to follow through.
Children are not a toy. They aren't a fancy new car for you to parade to your friends. They aren't a fashion accessory for you to put on the shelf when you lose interest. They aren't a mini you. They aren't a magic cure-all to your trauma, and they aren't there to fill some void in your chest.
They are a vulnerable person who is easily abused and neglected and who will be at your mercy throughout much of their development period.
A parent owes their child. Failing to follow through with the responsibility they signed up for is a failing on the parent's part. Making the child feel guilty for the crime of existing is the fault of the parent. A child is never a burden.
Abusive and neglectful parents are failures as parents. They could not do the bare basics of what the job entails and then they blame the child for a crime that the parents themselves committed.
The best part of my day was seeing this. A reminder that the best things that happen are never planned. It might be scary at first, but you will learn to love every moment of it.
This is so wholesome
Another week accomplished. Just taking it one day at a time.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
I've loved Loki since the first Thor movie. I have now joined the collective hell that is the Loki TV show. Holy shit, I would've never thought that Owen Wilson could truly act. I was happily surprised. The first episode put a knife in my heart and then the second just twisted it. Why does it hurt so much, when I have my favorite character back?!
There are always people to help. If you ever end up thinking like this tell someone, even if it's anonymously. They want to help you, because you are far too precious for everyone else to loose.
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
listened to Bohemian Rhapsody today… i’m so very sorry
Fandom Etiquette
I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist.
written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons
Fanart
if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.
if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages.
if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes.
if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon.
if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from.
Fanfic
if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.
if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote.
if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog.
don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often.
be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”
Fandom
ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway.
if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry
if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one.
if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them.
none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine.
actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people.
reblog to pet the sad cat ＿＿ ／＞ フ | _ _ l ／` ミ＿xノ / | / ヽ ﾉ │ | | | ／￣| | | | | (￣ヽ＿_ヽ_)__) ＼二つ
reblog if you’re a safe place for:
lesbian
gay
bisexual
transgender
queer
pansexual
demisexual
ace
hopeless romantics
cis-men
cis-women
non binary folks
the whole spectrum etc…
follow everyone who reblogs ;)
So, grammar question for Shaodw and Bone fans and Grishaverse fans. Are the Grisha abilities capitalized like job titles? Working on a domestic Darklina fic and I just realized I have no idea what the abilities grammatically qualify as in English.
Here’s a “life-hack” for you. Apparently concentrated Kool-Aid can be used as a pretty effective leather dye. I was making a drink while cutting the snaps off some new straps for my pauldrons and I got curious, so I tried it, thinking, “ok even if this works, it will just wash out.” Nope. It took the “dye” (undiluted) in about 3 seconds. After drying for about an hour and a half, it would not wash off in the hottest tap-water. It would not wash out after soaking for 30 minutes. It did not wash out until I BOILED it, and even then, only by a tiny bit and it gave it a weathered look that was kind of cool. Add some waterproofing and I’d wager it would survive even that. That rich red is only one application too. Plus it smells great, lol. So there you go, cheap, fruity smelling leather dye in all the colors Kool-Aid has to offer.
guys … i am terrified. PLEASE reblog and like this if you aren’t able to help.
on the very very early hours of the morning yesterday, my little sister (age 21) was detained by police. she has severe mental health issues and has been having a psychiatric episode for a week or two now, getting worse each day. she did not harm anyone nor is she accused of harming anyone, but i don’t want to discuss what she is being accused of since it is an ongoing legal matter. my sister has major depression and her therapist also believes she has borderline personality disorder, though she has not been formally diagnosed yet. we also believe she is on the autism spectrum. during the incident she was arrested for, it is clear that my sister was hallucinating or experiencing a delusion. the detective who arrested her did not know she was mentally ill (he thought she was intoxicated but they found there was nothing in her system; it’s a mental episode!!) he later told me and my dad that he would have baker acted her instead of taking her to jail if he had known. she is now being held in jail. she has no criminal record whatsoever and i am certain she is terrified and scared. due to covid, we can’t visit or even talk to her because all video visits for the next two weeks are completely booked.
i have tried for two days now to try and get the jail to understand she is having a mental health crisis and needs to be transported to a mental health facility. her attorney is trying to get her to one. as you can imagine, it’s fucking hard to do that.
due to having to hire an attorney experienced in mental health, this situation is very very expensive. many thousands of dollars. but it’s a life or death situation for my sister and we have no choice. we are in huge debt for it now and trying our best to come up with any funds possible to pay for this and the future extensive mental health treatment my sister is going to need once transferred to a facility. if you are able, ANY AMOUNT, please please help. i swear every penny will be used to help my severely ill, sweet, brilliant, beautiful and kind little sister. i’m so scared and don’t know what else to do except constantly cry.
venmo: @ajjess cashapp: $ajjess1 i can give you my paypal via im if you need it instead. i dont want to post it because it has my full name and i want to protect my little sister’s identity.
REALLY PEOPLE?!?!?!?!!! ASK FOR PERMISSION TO REPOST OR ASK IF THE WRITER DOES COMMISSIONS!!!!
REPOSTER ALERT
Someone is reposting dozens of Stucky fics on Wattpad with at least two dozen worth of oneshots and longfics. I just found mine on there after googling the title, so please see if any of yours are on there. Hopefully it will get taken down.
FINALLY, I got to watch the latest episode of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. If this episode didn't make you tear up, you are a psychopath. This episode also very elegantly explained what has happened to African Americans through out America's history. It also referred to the Tuskegee Experiments. Everyone in this show has lost something. Also, THANK GOD SAM CALLED OUT BUCKY'S THERAPIST!! Her methods are walking the line of victim blaming and pure arrogance. DO NOT TAKE ANY OF HER METHODS SERIOUSLY!! If you need help please seek out qualified professionals. All therapists would absolutely despise her methods. Each therapist is slightly different, so it may take you more than to find the person who best speaks to you, but do not give up. Somehow you will find your way.
ALL actions have consequences. Even if you think what you're doing is right. Think of what will happen to the other person's reputation if you post. Trust is easy to break, but impossible to fully recover.
Marvel's over here making me cry and shattering my into 10,000 pieces for no reason. GODDAMN.
I fully recognize that it is currently 2:05am where I am. Has any one else of the Stucky Fandom come up with any symbolism for Bucky's trigger words? List below.
PRIVACY IS A HUMAN RIGHT!! IT SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE EARNED!!
Hey!
I need your help!
According to my mom, privacy is not a human right, and because I live under her roof I do not deserve it! I want to prove a point to her. This is how you can help:
Reblog if you think I deserve privacy because it is my human right. Ignore if you agree with my mom. Please, I want this to get big so I can show her how many people disagree.
Fuck ANYONE who thinks Transgender, Non-binary, or bisexual people are not valid. They are as real as anyone else. If you can't handle that please leave and NEVER talk to me again.
This is something that I think needs to be addressed within all Fandom, not just the old guard.
Seriously, do people really have to write The Old Guard AUs with Nicky in the mafia?
It's horrible stereotyping, very offensive, and also NOT CUTE AT ALL.
Mafia killed a lot of people, mafia blew up people in their cars (look up Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino), shot judges in the back (Rosario Livatino), killed political activists that spoke up against them (Peppino Impastato) mafia melted CHILDREN in acid, and so much more, stop romanticizing it and for fuck's sake stop writing EVERY ITALIAN CHARACTER into a mafia AU Jesus Christ
HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY
a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity
brooklyn bail fund
minnesota freedom fund
atlanta action network
columbus freedom fund
louisville community bail fund
chicago bond
black visions collective
richmond community bail fund
the bail project inc
nw com bail fund
philadelphia bail fund
the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme
george floyd’s family gofundme
blacklivesmatter.com
reclaim the block
aclu
turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.
youtube will donate to blm for you.
please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.
This is perfect!
it's okay not to find your soulmate in your teens. it's okay to not have your first romantic relationship until you're an adult. it's okay to have never had sex or gone on a date. there's nothing abnormal about you. don't compare your relationships - or lack of - with anyone else's. we all go at the pace that's right for us.