#because it HURTS

[thats-h0w-th3-light-g3ts-in]

I can‘t say good bye to her! It‘s not possible. Ever!

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i will never forgive the writers for how much they hurt these two in season 11/how sad both of their endings were

[tenrose]

Yes I've been screaming, crying, throwing up, raging, for ages about ten, tentoo and now fourteen not saying the words "I love you" to Rose Tyler out loud for the world to witness.

But also, no I don't want to hear them onscreen because indeed it doesn't need saying.

And YES I make total sense.

[wtfuckevenknows]

A little pride treat ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[citriosis]

not to vent on main but this is definitely not a void moment. i had this talk with my mom a little while ago (i have complex feelings about and a hard relationship with her but it was important).

it's weird being a black person that doesn't fit in either way. because i was raised mostly in predominantly white neighborhoods (living where i do now is my first time living in a predominantly black neighborhood actually) and, aside from things i had to learn to survive in said white neighborhoods, was given a pretty "white" childhood, i don't feel like i belong as a part of black culture at all.

but i'm also...not white. lol. but despite this, other black people tell me i ACT whit. i've been accused of BEING white in the past and accused of racefaking (once over stupid kinnie shit on vent dot co and once on twitter over Mental Illness) because i don't act "black enough", but my mutuals who have been in video calls with me and have seen pictures of me know i'm not white. and not only am i not white, i'm VERY clearly black. white people will be surprised by how i speak, and they say "you speak so well!", but leave off "for a black person". they don't see me as one of them, but they probably subconsciously see me as a whiter black person, which makes my fucking skin crawl.

i'm not black enough to feel like i'm not a fucking poser when i call myself black, but i'm not white enough to completely deny my heritage. i look black, but i have a white mouth. i feel passionately about Black issues, but i feel like i can't talk about them because i'll sound too white.

i feel like i'm some secret third thing in the worst fucking possible way. i'm not having a black experience, i'm not having a white experience, i'm just kinda...void. and it fucks with my self-image in ways that i'm not fully comfortable talking about on main.

as i was on this train of thought, i said something like "i guess this IS a black experience in and of itself, though" and she was like...yeah. and she said it confidently, even though it hadn't been HER black experience. but honestly it hasn't made me feel better because of ✨ internalized racism ✨ in many, many fucking colors.

she also said i'm not alone in this experience, and that i might find other people in my generation who relate to this because of how we were raised. but honestly that doesn't make me feel better either tbh, at least not rn. maybe i will feel better if i end up finding some level of solidarity, but idek if i'm gonna post this. i feel like i'm gonna get "not black enough"ed or accused of being fucking white! which hurts when i've NOT BEEN BLACK ENOUGH my whole life! it's EXHAUSTING. too white to be black (despite having no white immediate family and being black), too black to be white (because i'm black).

anyway idek how to tag this. maybe i just won't. i said this wouldn't be a void post but i almost don't wanna post this lol. but oh well. off to tumblr it goes.

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

jake probably loves chocolate milk

[geisterland]

I can’t take people misunderstanding the alliance between the ussr and nazi germany anymore help me

[theonewithallthefixations]

My Rant on Acceptance Because I am SO FREAKING DONE

It's so weird when people compliment my apron. Like, sir, you're not fooling anyone. I know you think it's the weirdest thing in the history of the entire universe. But do you think I have the time to take it off every time I need to go out in the hall and print something or go to the bathroom? No! You're not boosting my self confidence by complimenting it. You're not protecting me from some unspeakable danger by letting me know I'm wearing an apron with freaking musical instruments and paint splatters all over it, or I have a wet rag hanging from my pocket. I know, I just don't have time to care. The preschoolers take top priority. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I think it’s rather sweet that people are thoughtful enough to tell me that I’m being weird, at least to their standards. I just don’t understand it. Why is wearing an apron in the hall, something that you need to wear for your sort of job, considered weird? Why is it considered weird to be a nerd? To like writing essays? To be straight, or bi, or gay, or any sexual orientation? To be religious. To be not religious. To be happy all the time, to be down all the time. Liking singing, drama, art? What’s the matter with that? Don’t judge people just for wearing their cat ears to school. Don’t meow at them, or bark at them, or treat them like anything less than their own person who likes cats. If they’re asking questions, they aren’t attention seeking. They are trying to learn. Or maybe they are! Maybe they’ve been neglected their whole life! Maybe they need the attention! Whatever reason they’re doing something, it’s not any reason to judge. Accept everyone for who they are! Because while you may think it’s weird that I wear an apron around, I think it’s weird that you can’t have a singular conversation with a child and be able to identify if not exactly, pretty close, what they need to work on and how to help them. Or rather, I don’t think it’s weird, but I don’t understand it. I’m not judging you in my head. I’m not thinking “hey, this person can’t do what I can do so I’m gonna be rude,” I’m thinking, “wow, this person can cook! Culinary is so cool!” I may be different than you. I KNOW my brain works differently, I’ve been reminded of that all my life! But I can teach you something new, just as you can teach me something new. Do you see that person sitting all alone over there? Maybe they’re crying, maybe they’re just reading, maybe they look like they need a friend. Say hi! Or if that’s extremely nerve wracking, then share a smile! If someone “weird” comes up to you, you can actually talk to them rather than avoiding them altogether. Strike up a conversation. Maybe you both know all the names of the Mayan deities in order of importance! (If you do let me know because I need a Mayan nerd friend) Maybe you like the same books, or the same movies, or there’s nothing similar about you. But you have just made this person feel important. They feel like they have a place in this world. You have no clue what’s going on. What’s weird about them? What’s weird about you? Thank you.

[quoththemaiden]

#AGH it's BEAUTIFUL#heartbreaking but beautiful#oh the unrestrained way in which crowley hugs that future aziraphale back#even though he doesn't know what's happening to himself or why this person cares so much about him#and aziraphale clearly wishing so desperately that there was something he could actually do#it's beautiful

SHOOTING STAR

[afterplaidshirtdays]

he’s trying to connect and I am shutting him out

[valtsv]

writhing in agony but i'm getting a little hot with it like arching my back and moaning and baring the smooth, vulnerable curve of my throat and white knuckle gripping the sheets beneath me

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[exhausted-undead]

"It was affection that held us together."

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[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

shattered glass B-127

[erinwantstowrite]

hey guys here's a little reminder to take care of your wrist while you're writing or drawing otherwise you're going to develop carpal tunnel 😭

[captainkirkk]

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.