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types of people

honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades

woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words 

wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles

saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person

ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold

thunderstorms: leather jackets, eyeliner wings, sharpening their smiles, lace-up boots, vinyl records, wikipedia articles, tangled earphones, cigarette afternoons

commission for @twinou, gifts for @snowkillwhite

(please don’t use this unless you’re given permission to by the commissioner)

Commission for @tomasyri , Trerbros, Boyf Riends, and their character, Toma! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!!

(Please don’t use any of these unless you’ve been given permission to by the commissioner!)

fhshdhshr boyf riends 36 for the angst prompts would be,,, güd

36 - “Another nightmare?”

When Michael was little, he had the worst nightmares. He would wake up, drenched in sweat and shaking before padding upstairs and to his moms’ room to climb into bed with them.

He remembered one time, when he was nine, waking up from a particularly bad nightmare. He was shaking so hard he couldn’t stand at first. Tendrils of the dream clung to the edges of his mind, leaving him petrified. By the time he had woken up enough to be lucid, he barely had the time and energy to stumble up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom before throwing up all over the gray tile.

His mother took him to a doctor after that.

The doctor had explained that the night-terrors were completely normal for a child of his age. Despite the reassurance, his mother had pressed the issue, and Michael got his first prescription for a sleep aid.

The pills weren’t a magic cure. Michael still had awful nightmares after that. Ones that he didn’t remember, ones that made him scream, and quiet ones that left him shaking in his bed, too afraid of being a burden to get up and wake his moms.

The first time Michael had a disruptive nightmare around Jeremy, they were eleven. Michael woke up with a shout, and there was a loud thump as Jeremy fell off of the bed.

Michael was shaking too hard to see straight, let alone ask if Jeremy was okay. Jeremy climbed back onto the bed in almost no time, a concerned look on his face.

“Michael? Are you okay…?”

Michael could only shake his head in response. He could still feel the sheer terror of the dream, whatever it had been, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.

Jeremy didn’t have time to get anymore from Michael, because then the door to the basement opened, and his moms were downstairs, worried looks much like Jeremy’s on their faces.

Michael would have felt guilty if he was more awake.

The next thing Michael remembered was sitting at the kitchen bar, wrapped in a worn quilt with a warm mug of hot cocoa in his hands. When he turned and saw Jeremy sitting beside him, bleary eyed and confused, Michael felt fear begin to grow in the pit of his stomach once again. Jeremy would make fun of him for this. He would think that Michael was such a baby for still having nightmares that made him cry. Michael stared into his mug, trying not to start tearing up again.

Michael zoned out as his moms sat down to explain Michael’s condition to Jeremy. Michael swirled the cocoa around in his mug, waiting for the end of the best friendship he had ever had.

What Michael did not expect was to be wrapped up in a big hug as soon as his mom’s had explained. Michael was shocked, unable to move as Jeremy squeezed him tightly.

“I’m sorry you have nightmares, Micah.”

Michael felt his heart tighten with his overflowing love for his best friend.

———

As Michael grew older, the nightmares became less and less frequent, and the ones that he did have thankfully didn’t cause him to wake up screaming anymore.

Somehow, Jeremy still always knew. Michael didn’t know how. Maybe it was some sort of best friend intuition, or maybe Michael just looked like shit after a nightmare night. But no matter how hard he tried to hide it, the morning after Jeremy would take one look at Michael and give him a sort of sad smile and spend the whole day being overly positive.

If Jeremy was staying over on a bad night, no matter how quiet Michael was, Jeremy would always wake up and distract him after a nightmare. It was like he had some sort of Michael alarm that alerted him of bad dreams.

He would take hold of Michael’s hand, offer to go make hot chocolate, talk about new video games coming out soon, or just sit in silence and rub Michael’s back.

As ashamed as he was for needing that sort of help, Michael couldn’t help but soak up the caring attention.

Michael found himself enjoying that time with Jeremy more and more as the years passed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love every second that he spent with Jeremy. He did. But those moments, when Jeremy looked at him with nothing but concern and care in his eyes and there was a warm and comforting hand in Michael’s…. those moments were special to Michael. He couldn’t quite identify why until he was fifteen.

The boys had just started their sophomore year of high school. Jeremy had invited Michael over to stay the night on the first Friday night of the school year, as per their tradition.

Michael had been doing better. He’d only been getting one nightmare a month, and he’d stopped taking his sleep aids because of it. He had been doing well.

Which meant, of course, that he woke up in a cold sweat, shaking that very night. He had barely been up for two minutes, gasping for air and trying to muffle his whimpers when Jeremy stirred next to him.

“Another nightmare..?”

Maybe Michael was too shaken to be thinking properly, but right then, it sounded like Jeremy was so sick and tired of him that a part of Michael’s heart died. He whimpered again, turning away from his best friend.

Jeremy propped himself up on his elbow, worry taking over his features. “Micah…? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Michael shook his head silently.

“Okay..” Jeremy reached out and gently took Michael’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Well, I’m here.”

It took a few more minutes of deep breathing exercises and Jeremy rubbing slow circles on the back of Michael’s hand to get him to calm down. Jeremy didn’t speak again until Michael’s breath had evened and they were both laying down again.

“Can I ask what it was?” His voice was soft. He wasn’t pressuring at all, and Michael loved him for that.

Holy shit, Michael Mell loved Jeremy Heere.

Michael must have gasped audibly, because Jeremy’s concern only grew. “Michael?”

And suddenly, Michael could remember the nightmare. It was like a flash of lightning in his mind. The pain, the loss, the sense of hopelessness and worthlessness came rushing back to him. He was in love with Jeremy, and Jeremy would never love him back. Jeremy was too good for him. He’d leave him, and Michael would be completely alone. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, gasping and crying and completely alone, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

Despite his wishes, Michael could feel the tears welling up in his eyes once again. Jeremy’s eyes widened, and suddenly Michael was engulfed in a warm hug, much like the one he’d been given those four years ago when Jeremy first found out about his chronic nightmares.

Michael let himself be comforted, listening to the steady beat of Jeremy’s heart as he rubbed his back slowly.

“Please don’t leave me.” It came out of Michael’s mouth unbidden. He bit his lip harshly, praying that somehow Jeremy didn’t hear him. He didn’t need any more of a reason to see Michael as weak.

Instead of laughing or brushing it off, Jeremy held Michael tighter.

“I would never.”

ummmmmmmmmWHY

1, 21, or 42 with boyf riends? It's totally up to you which one you use, thank you!

(How about A L L. prepare for angst™)

Twin Size Mattress

“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” Michael was standing at his front door, squinting, in a pair of Deadpool boxers. I had gotten them for him at the end of eighth grade, right after he came out to me. They are well loved.

“That’s what I’m leading with, yes.”

“So there’s more.” Michael sighed and turned to walk up the stairs, treading lightly. His mom was a light sleeper. My voice lowered to a whisper as I followed him, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it.

“Yeah. But I don’t wanna talk about that part yet. Right now, we are talking about how cute you look right now, ya big dope.”

“Jeremy, I am highly offended but I am too tired to insult you back so instead I do this.” He slowly gave me the finger before flopping down into the bunk beds he still inexplicably owned. Michael’s an only child.

“I love you too, Mikey.” I curled around him, making sure my feet didn’t touch his. I was not in the mood for a “your feet are too damn cold, jer” exchange right now.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

“So. It’s almost the end of summer. I can’t believe we graduated.”

“Graduation was awesome, Jer! We got stoned in my basement.”

“Yeah, Mikey. We sure did. But the point that I’m getting to is that-” I sneezed. “Fuck, Michael when’s the last time you washed your sheets? You know I’m allergic to Footloose.”

“Footloose is allergic to you. She’s the best cat. You cannot compare.”

“I’m not a cat.”

“Yes, but you are a furry.”

“Dang it, Mikey! This is supposed to be serious.” I sat up. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna say it. I leave for college in three hours.”

Michael was silent for a moment.

“Where?” It was more of a statement than a question. I could tell he didn’t wanna hear the answer.

“MIT.”

“Fuck Jer. That’s like 12 hours’ drive.”

“I know. I didn’t wanna tell you unless I got in. I didn’t really even think I would! It’s like crazy competitive and I’m so glad I got in but it means-”

“Don’t you say that… not you!” Michael’s fingernails started digging into his palms, and his eyes were watering.

“Michael, you know what it means. I have to leave, Mikey, I have to go! This is my dream. And I know your dad left when you were little but I’m not-”

I was cut off by Michael slapping me across the face.

“Fuck you, Jeremy Heere! Fuck you and fuck MIT and fuck Cambridge and fuck Massachusetts! Fuck you for leaving me! I thought we were always gonna be a team, Jer? What happened to that?”

“This is hard for me too, Michael! I have to leave everybody behind. You and my dad, and Christine and Brooke are going to college in New York and Rich is going to fucking California and Jake is gonna be in Washington for his internship and just. Fuck, Mikey! I can’t believe I’m even doing this! I can barely afford to go on my scholarship and my dad is working two jobs to help my pay my tuition.“

Michael, by now, had given up on being angry and was a sobbing pile on the floor.

"Fuck, Jer. Please stay. I can’t do this alone. You’re supposed to be my rock. Don’t leave me.” He was begging now, tears rolling from his eyes, which were squeezed shut so he didn’t have to look at me. I didn’t blame him.

“Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.”I pushed him off my lap and I stood up. I had to go before I changed my mind. I kept my face toward the hall so Michael couldn’t see me crying. When I got to the front door, I paused for a minute with my hand on the frame, wondering if it was worth it.

And then I walked outside.

Why Choose Him?

Anon asked: can you write something about michael getting a boyfriend and jeremy being super fucking jealous??

Haha, can I? I think absofuckinglutely. I fucking love this prompt

Jeremy wasn’t happy that he lost five bucks on a bet- the bet being who could get a boyfriend/girlfriend first. But as much as Jeremy kept telling himself he needed those five dollars to pig out on Doritos, there was something else putting a bitter taste in his mind.

Keep reading

boyf riends angst (if u want!!)

he’s afraid jeremy might leave him behind again

Jeremy in Always and Michael in Never, because i am an angst goblin

why did you make me do this to my boys

I woke up out of a dead sleep to make this and then immediately passed back out

Drawing challenge!!

Any character you guys want!

Comment!!

I really need to draw. Lol!

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Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u

Nail Painting (2) Masterlist

part two

Black Nails and Thick Thighs (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: When Dan grows his nails out to paint them it sparks a chain-reaction of fantasies in Phil’s head.

Carry Me Home, Got My Blue Nail Polish On (ao3) - solacednp

Summary: Fans nag Dan and Phil to paint eachother’s nails and things don’t really go as planned.

Curled Hair and Painted Nails - darling-phil

Summary: When Dan begins to lack confidence about his newly painted nails and natural hair, Phil is there to offer his support.

Dan’s Nails - phans-howelllester

Summary: The aftermath of Dan painting his nails.

Hello Yellow - analester

Summary: a fic that recounts how dnp spent world mental health day, including phil painting dan’s nails, phil wearing a cheese costume, and the two nerds sharing milkshakes like the saps they are.

Matte Black (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Dan paints his nails in Dublin - tries to anyway.

Nail painting and charities - wavydanrises

Summary: Dan is wearing yellow to support a charity, and he asks Phil to help him pain his nails.

Nail Polish (ao3) - hellborn

Summary: (TW) in which pastel!dan paints phil’s nails everyday, and everyday, phil scratches it off before he gets home in fear of his parents seeing it.

Nothing I Can See But You When You Dance - theshyauthor

Summary: Phil meets Dan at a club. They dance, get each other off in a restroom, get milkshakes, have sex again and eat pancakes together in exactly that order.

Paint Me In Trust - philsbear

Summary: phil paints dan’s nails for pride in their forever home.

Proud -  phananddragonsfics

Summary: A short fluff fic based on Phil painting Dan’s nails for World Mental Health Day.

Purple or Yellow (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan wants to paint his nails for pride month. On one hand, the rainbow flag is represented. But on the other hand…

Silver Polish (ao3) - phandomghostwriter

Summary: Phil goes to Tesco to pick up some needed items and clear his mind and he finds an impulse item that brings up some emotional feelings. Or the fic in which I imagined Phil having silver nail polish on for 2 seconds and was like yeah that should be a thing.

We’ll Be Alright - retrohowell

Summary: dan grows out his nails and phil agrees to paint them in celebration of pride.

Teen With Epilepsy Has A Seizure When Her Service Dog Is Distracted

This article is too important for me to just post a link that you probably won’t click through to read.  THIS is why you DO NOT EVER pet service dogs.  They are working and it can mean serious injury or even death if you are distracting them from doing their job.

REUNITE THE BABIES NOW WOMAN

oki

Judge: Loki Laufeyson, what is your plea? Guilty of numerous counts of murder on your failed attempt to gain rule over Earth?

Loki: *clears throat* Mothers and fuckers of the jury-

Thor: LOKI NO

Avengers 4 looks good

Soulmates

(A/N: Hey guys! This is just a soulmate AU, basically, when you first set eyes on your soulmate, you get a tattoo on your wrist that says what they first thought of you when they saw you. Does that make sense? You’ll get it eventually, anyways, enjoy :D)

<•~~•>

Tony Stark walked into his nearest coffee shop, yes he had his own premium coffee machine at home, but he just wanted too get out of the house. He was having trouble concentrating and Peter not being around made the tower so quiet and boring.

he walked in and ordered.

“Just an americano, thanks” the billionaire said as he placed his order, he saw the server look up in shock at them realising who he was, just slowly nodding whilst still writing down the order and then ran off too the back, possibly to go and tell everyone ‘Iron Man was it their coffee shop!’

He laughed at the image of it and then went and sat at a table near a window.

Meanwhile, Stephan Strange, a sorcerer, was walking down the road in his robes and cloak and all, tired and exhausted from teaching students at Kamar-Taj all day, he just wanted a coffee.

Walking by a window that belonged too his favourite coffee shop, he looked inside and saw a stunning man, studying his face, he could see just from his profile that he was real eye candy, he had a similar beard, brown eyes, brown hair and a small nose. The only words that came to Stranges’ mind: “fucking beautiful.”

A gasp escaped the shorter males mouth after a long gulp of coffee, he felt a sharp stabbing pain on his wrist and looked down immediately. He blinked in disbelief, mouth agape, reading the same words again and again: “fucking beautiful.”

Tony turned around wildly, setting his cup down on the table, looking around the small building, trying to find someone looking at him. Finally, he looked out the window behind him and saw a taller and attractive looking man looking at him, head slightly tilted, almost as if he was studying him; that sounds creepy, but the richer of the two just found it romantic (but him being his soulmate probably helped)

“Well.” Thought Tony: “if he is my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.”

It was at that moment he realised he maybe just etched those words permanently on the handsome man ahead of him. “Shit.” He said aloud

“Shit, oh my god, he probably thinks I’m so cheesy, oh my god what do I do?!” He thought, probably looking and sounding like an anxious female teenager.

That was when the sorcerer felt the same stabbing the other had on his wrist, looking down, handling the pain slightly worse due too his multiple surgeries on his hands, and seeing the words. “If he’s my soulmate, I’m lucky as hell.” He stared at the words for a second and then looked at the other, seeing him looking at him too, biting his lip in worry.

Stephen smiled slightly, took a deep breath and walked in, ready too meet his lifelong partner.

<•~~•>

A/N: So guys, I hope you liked that! I have loads of other soulmate ideas which I plan too use (that I found on this website) so please tell me if you like this so I know too write more! Anyway, bye.

Who? What? I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About.

(Post-Ragnarok, in a universe where Infinity War will never happen. Asgard’s kind of just floating in empty space rn)

Loki slumped against the space ship‘s wall, sighing contently, a  giddy smile spreading across his face, his cheeks pink. He’d just spent hours with Stephen Strange, talking, kissing…

He’d just said goodbye to Stephen, who was being asked for at the NYC sanctum, unfortunately. Stephen had walked with Loki out into the hall, whispering into Loki’s ear, “see you soon,” lips brushing against his skin, sending jolts through the god’s body. Stephen had opened a portal to the sanctum and waved goodbye, winking before turning around and walking into the Midgardian realm.

“Who was your visitor?” Asked Valkyrie, sneaking up on Loki. 

Loki was caught of guard, flustered and grabbing for words. “Who? What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I wasn’t visited by anybody; no. I was just here looking out the window…” Loki said hurriedly. 

“Ahu.” Said Valkyrie, crossing her arms, smug look on her face. 

“Yes.” Loki said, composing himself.

“So that wasn’t Stephen Strange a minute ago making you flustered and all giddy?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No.” Loki said.

“No need to lie, Loki. I saw him. He was right here.”

“Well. Uhm, well, I think it’d be best you didn’t talk about it to anyone.” Loki said, looking at his feet.

“Sure. But I haven’t really  met him. I’ve just heard of him. Portal-maker. That’s it. You better introduce me soon.”

“Will do.” Loki said, flustered beyond belief. Loki had hoped that no one would know Stephen. He wasn’t quite ready yet to say he quite fancied kissing men. ut it made sense that Valkyrie could recognize him: he was the only portal-maker that Asgard had heard of (besides Loki, of course. He’d learnt the art after being tricked into falling for half an hour at the hand of a portal). 

It was late, and Loki was pouring over some Migardian literature (he’d fallen for it; it was quite enthralling, really) when he heard the familiar whirring of one of Stephen’s portals. Already he was smiling and blushing. Looking up from his book, he saw Stephen, who was also smiling and blushing just a tad. His portal shrunk behind him and his flowing red cloak. 

“Hello,” Loki said, getting up from his seat, setting his book down on a nearby table. 

“Hey,” Greeted Stephen, eyes sparkling in the warm light of Loki’s room.

Loki got up close, lips mere centimeters from Stephen’s. “Can I?” He whispered, breath tracing over Strange’s face.

“Yes.” Stephen whispered back before Loki’s connected with Strange’s, warmth flooding each other’s chests and their mouths moved together, Loki’s head tilting just right and Stephen biting just enough but not too hard. The kiss was soft and like fire and lightning all at the same time.

They stopped for air. “ Hey,” Loki said before kissing the spot between Stephen’s jaw and neck. “Do you think – do you think we could start telling people? About us?” He asked, looking up at Stephen, hands wrapped in Strange’s blue robes.

“Yeah. I would like that.” He said, placing a kiss on Loki’s left temple. “I’d like that a lot.” Stephen found Loki’s lips again.

They felt like they had been able to stop time with warmth and flame, jolts and electricity. Thor wasn’t the god of thunder: their kisses were, more powerful than a raging thunderstorm of blazing bolts. As they went for air, Loki whispered into Stephen’s ear, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Me too.” He replied. “I love our conversations. And adventures in New York with you. And how you make me so damn breathless. And how you know the most brilliant and quirky things. And how you’re so special and amazing.”

Loki blushed fiercely. “I love how driven you are. I love how you are so compassionate and empathetic. I’m in love with your smile and your eyes. I love with your hands, scars and all. Because everything that you are and makes you up in beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stephen said, before they kissed again, even warmer, even more electric. Stephen didn’t even notice he was crying until they broke away and Loki asked, “Dear, why are you crying?” And reached up to brush the tears away.

“Oh uhm. I don’t know. I’m just so happy.” He replied, smiling. 

They stood for a moment, both of them holding each other tightly, excited for what was to come.

A/N

I had lots of fun writing this! No one can tell me Strange isn’t a total softie! No one! And that Strange wouldn’t take Loki on NYC adventures! Anyways, Valkyrie doesn’t appear much in Strangefrost stuff, but I think she would be totally open and awesome about their relationship and be like, the best friend ever. As always, thank you for reading!

Loki and Dr. Strange?

Who is the restless sleeper? Loki

Who eats cereal for dinner? Loki

Who wears odd socks? Neither

Who reads more? They both read a lot

Who prefers a bath over a shower? Loki

Who can knit? Loki

Who has the weirder laugh? They both do

Who gets more jealous? Loki

Who sleeps with a teddy bear? Loki is Stephen’s teddy bear

Who still uses internet explorer? Loki

Who is the most sentimental? Although he’d rather be stabbed than  admit it, Loki

Who can play an instrument? Stephen

Who has the worst sense of direction? Loki, but that’s only because he’s not used to Midgard (well, at least that’s his excuse)

Who cooks breakfast? Stephen

Who is the early riser? Stephen

idk aesthetically I just like Strange and Loki plus I think banter is cool and sorcerers should fuck other sorcerers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13195743

How we Swallow the Sun (25,558 words); in which Loki might be ready to turn over a new leaf and wants to spend more time with earths most powerful sorcerer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13663893

Magic In Our Veins (11,532 words); moments as their relationship develops

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1045004

Sand Witch (6,850 words) Loki shows up unannounced

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13773636/chapters/32491629

The Sorcerer and The Trickster (oneshot series); this link takes you to the most recent (as of post) oneshot in which Loki is a tattoo artist and idfk man this au just has me weak. Also you should definitely read the other fics too bc this authors writing style is sublime.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12308250

Sorcerers only (2,874 words); stark keeps stumbling upon Loki and Strange as they grow more and more comfortable with each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8582956

Involuntary Attraction (2,064 words); Loki is supposed to wait outside while Thor talks to Strange

https://archiveofourown.org/works/899776

Seasons of Love (8,134 words); Loki ends up living with Strange while he stays on earth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14577447

Strange Encounters (1,277 words); Strange is a hotshot neurosurgeon and Loki is the only intern who’s worth his time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13024866/chapters/29790747

Tricks Stir (13,741 words); this fic is just very good and I don’t really know how to describe it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13547853

Hippocratic Oath (2,423 words); Loki gets to no longer have a severe wound and Strange gets some experience with the practical application of healing magic so win-win.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13781799

Therapeutic B.A.R.F. (4,620 words); hi, this fic actually killed me. It is so bittersweet and very well written.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13702584

beware the folds of space, they are full of surprises (6,482 words); Strange keeps meeting Loki in his mindspace thinking realm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14729957

Two sorcerers going at it (5,044 words); they just keep bothering each other and showing off their magic and maybe they’re each a little bit interested

HEY, STRANGE!

Tony Stark, Captain America, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Thor laughing and joking at a superhero party (plus Loki) at Stark Tower.

Stark: HEY, STRANGE!

Dr. Strange: *looks up*

Stark: IS LOKI A LITTLE SPOON OR A BIG SPOON?

Avengers: *erupt into laughter*

Loki: I'M A KNIFE

Dr. Strange: No he's not. He's a little spoon.

Loki: *shoots Strange a glare*

Avengers:...

Loki: Did they not know?

Dr. Strange: I guess not. *takes a sip of his drink*

Avengers: *remain dumbfounded*

Reblog if you also ship StrangeFrost

That’s Stephen Strange x Loki Laufeyson

I can’t be the only one…

Are You Kidding Me

Ok, so I know literally no one follows me and no one is going to see this but I need to rant. I recently stumbled upon a community on Tumblr who believe thin people have privilege and people who are overweight are oppressed.

         Now, I’m all for body positivity, you should feel good about who you are but this group of people takes it too far. They complain about “thin privilege” where thin people are treated better and have easier lives and have power over overweight people. It’s true that some people are treated horribly for being fat but if you have to buy another plane ticket to fit yourself then that is because of your actions.

         There are studies that show that almost all obesity is caused by overeating, not “diseases” like so many people on this site claim they have. They make it worse when they target other groups of people and yell at them for things that they may not be able to change. ( I saw a post of a lady saying escalators and elevators were made for fat people and anyone else should pay a fine. In this post, she demeans people with actual disabilities who need wheelchairs or crutches.)

           They claim that no matter who you are if you're skinny you're biased, they make fun of eating disorders which are VERY SERIOUS topics and incredibly awful afflictions, I’ve gone through one and it was one of the worst times of my life.

          They also are constantly preaching body positivity, which is great! It’s wonderful to love yourself but it’s not ok to support and encourage people who have an unhealthy lifestyle most overweight people have. Sorry for the rant, the 0 people who read it. I just needed to get it out of my system.

please, i need friends and also i love her books with all my heart

Reblog if I can message you to fangirl about sjmaas books

I barely have any friends here so I’d love to meet new people in the sjm fandom :)

Chocolate milk

So in like 3rd grade, I was at lunch and this girl takes a carton of chocolate milk and shakes it vigorously for a solid 5 minutes, she then proceeds to open it and the milk explodes out and somehow hits the ceiling. As far as I know, milk shouldn’t do that, science side of tumblr explain.