trappednightingale:

See these? These are turtle hair pins….

Hey Bree! I was going through my bookmarks of posts I thought were important, and look what I found! (Edited for length.)

hardyinacardigan:

theblogjota:

I have read this sentiment put more eloquently, but I am going to try to repackage here nonetheless because it keeps coming up in my life and I have only recently articulated it adequately in my own head.

This post is about privilege, specifically male privilege. The heart of the matter is when you don’t believe us when we tell you about our experience.

I will give an example from my life, oversimplified so that you cannot misunderstand.

My (white, male, straight, cis, sweet, funny) friend comes up to me and puts his hands around my neck, mimicking choking me.

I turn to him and say, “Don’t do that. You can’t do that to me. That scares me and is not appropriate.”

He is mad and offended and says, “I’m joking and you’re overreacting.”

I say, “This is how your actions made me feel.”

He says, “I did not intend it to be mean or scary. I was being silly. You can’t be offended because I was joking around.”

I say, “Your intention is irrelevant. You made me feel violated. Understand me when I tell you that.

He says that his intention matters more than my reaction and therefore I can’t be hurt.

Wrong.

YOU MUST BELIEVE US WHEN WE TELL YOU THAT YOUR ACTIONS MAKE US FEEL THIS WAY.

I am sorry that it hurts you to think you could make a woman feel unsafe. You do not think you are one of ‘those guys’ — a guy who is shitty to women. But you are coming from the place of privilege which allows you to navigate this world without the default fears of my gender.

You need to trust me when I tell you this has happened. You need to swallow that anger you feel for being informed that you are in the wrong and direct it towards this rape culture. You need to apologize and focus on adjusting your future behavior.

These are things that, being male, you cannot know. Please trust us when we tell you these things.

JJ, you are amazing. 

edkn:

Whoa, I do a couple fanart drawings for Miraculous Ladybug and-

I’m actually getting notes guys. Like more than eight. 

#Kindest fandom ever #Like you don’t even know what notes mean to me #there’s a complete stranger who somehow found my artwork #and they /liked/ it #And so- because I respond to notes like a dog does to treats #I’m totally doing more art for this fandom

Bro, your art is fantastic! I mean, just the style to your pieces! I mean, it makes me wish I still had my Art Appreciation textbook so I could find the right damn words to say “That is a damn fine piece of art.” But I don’t. So you take those notes and have yourself a cookie as well.

(And you’re making us more art? BLESS.)

iammewho-ru:

You were always the best, always shining so bright.

Just watching you made me happy

And that’s why I was always behind you

I wanted to be just like you

I just wanted you to talk to me, like we used to

I tried to catch up to you, but I was always falling behind

I wish I could remember how this whole mess started

But I do remember how it used to be when we were little

That was the best time of my whole life!

We had so much fun…

We had all the time in the world, and more importantly, we had each other

I knew no matter what my problem was, as soon as I talked to you, it would be gone

You were always there for me when I needed you

Or even when I didn’t, you were the only one in my life I could truly count on

And though I still watch you now, it’s from a distance

I know it must be that way

I want you to know, I’ve given up hope for what might have been

But I’ve kept the memory of what was…

Oh yeah. I do have one small favour to ask…

I want…I want you…to ALWAYS be happy, no matter what happens

And the reason is, you were my best friend in the whole world, my very best friend.

Goodbye…

I have conflicting feelings about this.

Part of me wants to be a little hermit and stay home, tumblring and playing P3 and watching things. Downside to this: potentially feeding agoraphobia and just wanting to stay in.

Upsides of going to the luau: Food. Hanging out with Dad (and beng a crutch to get him through interaction with people he can’t stand). Not being antisocial. Potential downsides: having to socialize with people I don’t like. Having to socialize at all. Going out only because “It’s the socially acceptable thing.” Not enjoying it. Only going for the food and for Dad. Not having anybody to talk to except for Dad. Having to put on actual clothing.

That last one’s a sticker.

So, if you can relate, give me your opinions. What do you think? What might you do? Do you know this feel, bro?

So someone put this thing in my inbox: ||♥~You are my treasure~♥~Give this message to your ten favourite people who can always make you smile~♥||

And, to be perfectly honest, because that’s what I do, at first I was like “Pfft, I’m not passing along chain mail.”

And then I was like “Hold up… it’s nice to tell people that you care about them. I should do that.”

And then I was ready to write my own message, so I could pass along the happy feelings without the pressure of finding ten people (sorry, I don’t fake affection for the sake of a number count) and to take away the numbers aspect of it.

But then on a page I went to it was too hard to find the ask box, so I decided to do a text post, because why not make it a public confession of love for my people?

So: Bree, Megan, and Snider—you are my people who can always make me laugh or smile or at least see the bright side, etc, etc. I love you all, and you are all my Forever Girls, and you are the first people I thought of when I saw this.
And then JaclynElizabethRae: We’ve been internet buddies for ages and ages, I love your text posts, and I am so happy you exist. 

Friendship? Friendship.

DATS MAH FRAAAAAAYND.

• So, it started with going to McDonalds for dinner, because the Caf is not open for dinner. Sounds like a legit plan, because it involves getting kids meals for the My Little Pony toys. So many fun times hearing stories from Bree and Megan who had St. Patrick’s Days worth talking about. Also, Twilight Sparkle is Snider’s spirit animal. I also realized a few minutes ago that Snider is not my opposite-gender clone, he is my spirit animal. Go figure. Still means the same thing: we are essentially the same person. So, Puerto Rico: as my Spirit Animal, you’re that much closer to statehood.* Had much the sharing of news and things.
• Then we go to Walmart. That was fun. We walked around and had nerf battles and picked up a Zefron nightlight and things, and then had a game of Hide And Seek In The Walmart. And then we walked around some more, and made our male companion slightly uncomfortable by talking about naked time (baths, showers, etc). And then I thought I lost my wallet, and we searched for it a very long time. I hated to be such an insufferable inconvenience, but because my friends are awesome they helped, tried to keep my spirits up, and Bree got on her knees. And I was really sad because replacing all of my things was going to be an unholy, inconvenient and expensive pain. And Bree bought me tea because she’s fantastic. And we went back to the car all bummed, and I was all bummy and they were trying to cheer me up, and I found my wallet on the floor of the carROVING I AM A TOTAL TWAT BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE MY FRIENDS ARE FRAKKING AMAZINGAnd now I have to fund a retribution run. I’m kind of looking forward to it. And then times were loud and extremely happy. (Btw, there was this creepy, short, Hispanic guy in s striped shirt who kept staring at us. HOW DARE HE STARE AT MY LEGS WHEN SOME OF THEM WERE EXPOSED BECAUSE I WAS IN SHORTS. </irony> But no, seriously, there’s the “Hello, legs” look and then there’s the “[censored because I don’t feel like writing creeper-speak]” look.

Have I mentioned how much I care for my friends? I love you guys so much.

*You’ll never get there. Never. Actually. Get. Statehood. 

• The return of annal-retentive Twilight Sparkle. Gosh, didn’t I miss you. Please, stay as long as you like with your OCD and your freakouts over nothing as you forget the basics that you’ve learned so far.*
• I wonder if today’s lesson is “Sometimes friends need to help you.”
• Or maybe the lesson is “Hey, sometimes things are just okay, and you shouldn’t spazz out and borrow trouble.
• Screw you, talking about Fluttershy in that dismissive way! How dare you look down on her, especially to suit your own purposes! You just watch her clobber that bear! Sit and watch.
• Sweetie, as an English Education Major, I’m going to tell you something fantastic: one of the best skills you will ever learn is how to BS an essay. It’s particularly easy if you’re already good at writing. You just make stuff up. Sure, it won’t be up to par with your other work, but hey! What’s one sub-par letter. You value being a good student? You learn how to BS a paper every now and then.**
• WHY SO SERIOUS, Twilight Sparkle?
• Rarity, I’m not a fan of all this drama. Didn’t you have character development already? Sloppy, writers, sloppy.
• Also, friends: Friends Help You BS That Essay. You are deficient in your duties as friends. Don’t laugh, don’t dismiss it! Help!
• I LOVE TWILIGHT’S “CLOCK IS TICKING” FACE!
• “If I can’t find a friendship problem… I’ll make a friendshipproblem!” You see, sweetie? Now you have a problem, a plan, and a solution. Isn’t this much healthier than just obsessing over the problem?
• Twilight swooning over Big Macintosh, andhaving a moment of lucidity? OTP.
• Big Macintosh at the center/on top of a pyramid of female ponies… well, the gender split in town really does favor the female side, doesn’t it? I bet he’d be quite the stud if he weren’t such a gentlehorse.
• Oh, that moment when you have a failing and the voice of God speaks to reprimand you. (Assuming that Celestia and Luna serve as God-Queens who bring the day and night to the land, who over time have merely scaled back the deity-ness for the sake of their subjects.)
• DERPY! HIIIII, DERPY! I luv yooooooo! Also, Big Macintosh took that doll because he wanted something of Twilight’s. Otp.
• Oh hey! It wasn’t the obvious lessons I was pointing out at the beginning, but the one bone I actually had to pick with them that became the friendship lesson! Hey! Writers, that’s really clever! I respect and appreciate you!
• I bet “I’m expecting some mail” is actually code for “I’m hosting a rave, and my favorite song is about to come up.” You know Celestia likes a boy in uniform (SCHOOL UNIFORM!).
• FLUTTERSHY. GOSH, WOMAN. DON’T LOOK AT THE CAMERA. WHAT IS THIS, I DON’T EVEN, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. YOU DO NOT GET TO ADDRESS THE AUDIENCE, SO DON’T EVEN TRY TO PLAY IT OFF LIKE THAT. YOU’RE JUST BEING UNPROFESSIONAL. GOSH, WOMAN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. I HOPE WE DON’T HAVE TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN. GAH! FREAKING UNPROFESSIONAL…

*Sarcasm hand. 

** I’m going to make a fantastic teacher. But I think I’ll get in trouble if I say “BS” in the classroom… 

Best cure for not getting a part in a play ever.

 WAIT! You know what would make this better? Friendship!!!