Your future can happen if you tell the past to fuck off.

30something, female, writer, fangirl: Kinglet, Potterhead, Whovian, Tater, whatever makes me laugh or cry or feel or think.

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Self Discovery/Coming out

This is my self discovery/coming out story. It’s long and I’m on mobile so hopefully this works.

Fifth grade: we started sex ed. I was uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than the other kids who were mostly giggling uncomfortably. They glanced over sexual attraction because I was in a catholic school. Most of the kids kind of nodded, I didn’t understand

Sixth grade: things felt weird. I was dating a sweet boy but I didn’t want to kiss him. I liked the thought of holding his hand but I didn’t want to kiss him. People always asked if we had kissed. I said no. They whispered

Seventh grade: I had dated two boys already (one for two weeks before the boy mentioned above and the boy mentioned above for 363 days). People whispered that I was weird. I dated one more guy. I still didn’t want to kiss him. He broke up with me after two weeks. He said I was an experiment. People whispered again. There must have been something wrong with me

Eighth grade: I’m dating a new boy because I feel like it’s expected of me. We make out and I spend the entire time wondering when I can go home and wrap myself in a blanket. I feel gross every time I kiss him. I feel unclean, like something is creeping in me, just feeling wrong. His friends throw rocks at me because I don’t walk home with them. They were never my friends. The boy breaks up with me after a few months, after his friends verbally sexually harass me. Telling me to use protection. Throwing a condom at me. He spreads rumours he touched my breasts under my shirt. He touched my butt over my jeans. He still spread the rumour. It was just a rumour. I lost friends. People talked

Grade nine: my friend group has gone down. I refuse to date. No one asks me out. I am labeled a whore and a slut. I am hurt. I still do not understand sexual attraction. People still whisper. Apparently I am too quiet. I am an attention seeker. They continue to whisper

Grade ten: I left the school board. I am in a new school. New name because my legal name gives me flashbacks of the rocks hitting me, facing the sneers of these kids, all the whispering. I get a fun asking thing to bug my friend with nice messages. They find it. They send me messages calling me a whore, saying I wasn’t bullied. They forgot about the rocks. About the rumours. I delete my old Facebook account and I delete the fun asking thing. I change my tumblr URL so I’m not easily recognised. I’m dating a girl now. I feel more comfortable. I do research. I discover I’m pansexual. It still feels off because kissing makes me uncomfortable. People don’t whisper

Grade eleven: I become better friends with this person who is questioning their gender. They know they are asexual and aromantic. I ask them what asexuality is. They explain. I break down beside them because there is my word. There is why I am like this. From helping them with their gender research I discover I am nonbinary (neutrois) and panromantic instead of pansexual. I feel good. I feel safe. I tell my mother as calmly as I can. She doesn’t understand. She believes it to be a phase. I am hurt. But I move on. I have friends who understand. I have helped friends discover their asexuality. I have helped friends come out. I am more open with my identities and orientations. I have been labeled an inspiration. I am glad. I go on a music trip to England with a boy I’ve had a crush on since the beginning of grade eleven. We get to know each other. I explain all my orientations. He is sweet and understanding. He asks me out. I say yes. People don’t whisper. I feel comfortable kissing him. Our relationship is more open and beautiful. I am comfortable with him. People don’t whisper. People come up to me and tell me my relationship is adorable. That makes me feel better. We are still together. April 2017 is our two year anniversary

Finding out I was asexual helped me so much. I feel more comfortable in my skin, I understand why certain things made me uncomfortable. I understand my asexuality and I am comfortable in it. I can finally branch out with my understanding. I can kiss my boyfriend without feeling sick and like something is being taken from me. I am safe. I am valid. I am beautiful

[thefoxfisher]

A few weeks ago, I was asked to do an illustration to accompany Jack Monroe’s column in this month’s issue of DIVA Magazine, so I came up with a trans pride coloured image, featuring lego rockets and playground items. Was really fun illustrating this. 

Also, as luck would have it, my pals are featured on the other side: Queen Josephine illustrates Kathy Caton’s epic involvement in all things LGBT, which includes a pic of me chatting on her radio show about the Trans Teen Survival Guide!

Am really looking forward to creating a few more kid’s books / animations this year. Checkout the first kid’s picture book ‘Are You A Boy or Are You A Girl’, which is actually very non-binary and the main character Tiny never reveals their identity, despite being asked to clarify on a number of occasions. 

[47deadbeats]

Vicky Beeching urges faith leaders: Unite to reduce homophobic hate-crimes and LGBT teen suicides.

[purplebuddhaproject]

If a person seems wicked, do not cast him away. Awaken him with your words, elevate him with your deeds, repay his injury with your kindness. Do not cast him away; cast away his wickedness.

Lao Tzu (via purplebuddhaproject)

[goodsprings]

how come there isnt a single college professor out there that realizes the address bar on chrome doubles as a google search. every time i see a professor open chrome and then type in google.com i lose 2 days off my life span

[goodsprings]

this post is making college professors mad every time i get a notification on this post and its a professor upset that theyve been Called Out i just gain back 2 days of my lifespan so keep it up, i might eventually regain all the days i lost watching yall try to figure out how to use The Internet

[cosleia]

Also people don’t seem to notice autocomplete happening so they laboriously type the whole thing even though it’s RIGHT THERE JUST HIT ENTERRRRRRR

[mixxtapej]

Bonus round: college professors not realizing the YouTube autoplay so every damn time you finish watching a video the whole class has to painstakingly watch the timer run out and then the professor is shocked when the next video starts playing

[owlmylove]

i’d like to stress that there is a difference between me, a bisexual person, saying “i’m so gay” and social media referring to bisexual people as “they’re gay”

[neil-gaiman]

I'm 14 and I dream of becoming a writer, do you have any advice on what I can do for now so that when I 'grow up' I can achieve my dream?

First of all, you need to read. Read everything you can lay your hands on. Read the ‘classics’ in whatever areas of writing you want to work in, so you know what the high points are. Read outside your areas of comfort, so you know what else is out there. Read.

Second, try things out. Enjoy yourself. If you find a writer you like, write like them. And then sound like something else. Write anything. Don’t worry about it being good or read by other people. Just play, and play a lot. 

Third, read books on writing, use anything that seems interesting and ignore anything that you want to. When I was a boy, I remember the delight with which I found a book called THE CRAFT OF SCIENCE FICTION, edited by Reginald Bretnor with essays by a bunch of writers, although the only things I’ve used (I think) were John Brunner’s descriptions of the different shapes of stories, and Larry Niven’s advice to treasure your typos (which is where CORALINE came from). 

Fourth, live as much as you can. The more things you see, the more places you go, the more lives you touch, the more you will be able to write truthfully, and the more memories you will have to make your imaginings real.

Don’t let people discourage you. (You are under no obligation to tell anyone you are going to be a writer.) You are not on anyone’s timeline. You can get a job  that’s a writing job, or get a different sort of job: neither of these things matter in the long run. Just know that you are going to have to make the time to write.

Beyond that, you are on your own. And, when it’s you in front of a screen or a blank piece of paper, that’s the way it’s always going to be.

[gothmothman-deactivated20160310]

Anyone that doesn’t agree with leggings as pants can physically fight me. And I’m going to win because I have a full range of motion due to the fact that I’m wearing leggings as pants.

[eraserz]

Fun Little Depression Things That Piss Everyone Else Off

- Forgetting literally everything from phone calls to visits to where you put your wallet(I just had it I swear )

- Needing 12 hours of sleep everyday but only in the middle of the day

- Void days

- “I’ll clean my room tomorrow” everyday

- eating everything or nothing

[purgeyouanimos]

im obviously super into social justice culture but over the past year its turned everyone into self righteous dickheads who expect everyone to be perfect angels and like, hey listen, literally no one is. yes definitely call out bigotry and awful systems whenever you can but nitpicking people’s histories and personalities is so malicious and unnecessary and yall do it to feel better about yourselves and thats gross. find healthier ways to be positive in your own life rather than dissecting other people for the thrill of thinking you’re a better person

[rassilon]

When someone catches you having a one-man dance party

[lord-palmerston]

i think one of the biggest problems with tumblr is that it’s a blogging platform (personal) which people treat as a forum (public) and there is zero boundary between these two functions. as a result you get people readily and preparedly engaging in public debate with other people who are essentially talking to themselves.

it’s like sitting in your locked bedroom writing in your diary, only at any moment jeremy paxman can pop out and question you on international television

[neil-gaiman]

I have been trying to write for a while now. I have all these amazing ideas, but its really hard getting my thoughts onto paper. Thus, my ideas never really come to fruition. Do you have any advice?

Write the ideas down. If they are going to be stories, try and tell the stories you would like to read. Finish the things you start to write. Do it a lot and you will be a writer. The only way to do it is to do it. 

I’m just kidding. There are much easier ways of doing it. For example: On the top of a distant mountain there grows a tree with silver leaves. Once every year, at dawn on April 30th, this tree blossoms, with five flowers, and over the next hour each blossom becomes a berry, first a green berry, then black, then golden.

At the moment the five berries become golden, five white crows, who have been waiting on the mountain, and which you will have mistaken for snow, will swoop down on the tree, greedily stripping it of all its berries, and will fly off, laughing.

You must catch, with your bare hands, the smallest of the crows, and you must force it to give up the berry (the crows do not swallow the berries. They carry them far across the ocean, to an enchanter’s garden, to drop, one by one, into the mouth of his daughter, who will wake from her enchanted sleep only when a thousand such berries have been fed to her). When you have obtained the golden berry, you must place it under your tongue, and return directly to your home.

For the next week, you must speak to no-one, not even your loved ones or a highway patrol officer stopping you for speeding. Say nothing. Do not sleep. Let the berry sit beneath your tongue.

At midnight on the seventh day you must go to the highest place in your town (it is common to climb on roofs for this step) and, with the berry safely beneath your tongue, recite the whole of Fox in Socks. Do not let the berry slip from your tongue. Do not miss out any of the poem, or skip any of the bits of the Muddle Puddle Tweetle Poodle Beetle Noodle Bottle Paddle Battle.

Then, and only then, can you swallow the berry. You must return home as quickly as you can, for you have only half an hour at most before you fall into a deep sleep.

When you wake in the morning, you will be able to get your thoughts and ideas down onto the paper, and you will be a writer. 

[miurt]

Alan was my friend and so this is hard to write because I have just kissed him goodbye. What I remember most in this moment of painful leave-taking is his humour, intelligence, wisdom and kindness. His capacity to fell you with a look or lift you with a word. The intransigence which made him the great artist he was—his ineffable and cynical wit, the clarity with which he saw most things, including me, and the fact that he never spared me the view. I learned a lot from him. He was the finest of actors and directors. I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do with his face next. I consider myself hugely privileged to have worked with him so many times and to have been directed by him. He was the ultimate ally. In life, art and politics. I trusted him absolutely. He was, above all things, a rare and unique human being and we shall not see his like again.

Emma Thompson on Alan Rickman (via miurt)

[forthefuns]

[pleasant-tomorrow]

WHO HURT HIM

[mexiflan]

This episode was recorded shortly after his wife died.

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This man had an answer to everything.

[peace-out-loser-deactivated2024]

Bob Ross was a fucking treasure

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