iammissanna asked: 6, 19, 24
6. Oh man there’s a bunch of tattoos I would like. bat on my neck. Either a cross or bird on my wrist. Maybe a chest tattoo if the chest acne clears up.
19. Both loud and soft music. Either one will suit the mood.
24. Oh my turn on? I suppose there’s a few. Long/dark hair. Eyes. Ability to hold a conversation. Truthfulness. Chub is a bonus. Glasses. A soothing voice.
1: What are you wearing?
2: Ever been in love?
3: Ever had a terrible breakup?
4: How tall are you?
5: How much do you weigh?
6: Any tattoos do you want?
7: Any piercings that you want?
8: OTP?
9: Favorite Show?
10: Favorite bands?
11: Something you miss?
12: Favorite song?
13: How old are you?
14: Zodiac sign?
15: Hair Color?
16: Favorite Quote?
17: Favorite singer?
18: Favorite color?
19: Loud music or soft?
20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
21: How long does it take you to shower?
22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
23: Ever been in a physical fight?
24: Turn on?
25: Turn off?
26: The reason I joined Tumblr?
27: Fears?
28: Last thing that made you cry?
29: Last time you cried?
30: Meaning behind your url
31: Last book you read?
32: Last song you listened to?
33: Last show you watched?
34: Last person you talked to?
35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
36: Favorite food?
37: Place you want to visit?
38: Last place you were?
39: Do you have a crush?
40: Last time you kissed someone?
41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?
42: What color underwear are you wearing?
43: What colo shirt are you wearing?
44: What color bottoms are you wearing?
45: Wearing any bracelets?
46: Last sport you played?
47: Last song you sang?
48: Last prank call you remember doing?
49: Last time you hung out with anyone?
50:Favorite movie?
(Source: charmingandcheeky)
You can only sign with a jesus friendly ink made by the little orphans.
(Source: ohnojackchick)
It’s another cold and rainy day here. I’m a little happy for it. This kind of weather gives me time to think, however the prospects of painting on the beach are slim. Thankfully there’s a book and an old sketchbook I brought to keep me busy. There’s not much to do around June in Maine. I’ve mostly been sleeping and looking for a job most of my day.
I swear the dream I had was so real I was so tried when I woke up. It’s like a watched a movie and woke up 30 minutes later after trying to sleep after it. It was nothing but jumps of different scenes. One part seemed to be like a sappy love story with a sick twist. A chubby man liked this girl who people hated because she gained weight and had an abortion. They both had blonde hair. The man had a beard and thick framed rectangle glasses. He was with some friends whose faces I cannot recall, but most of them had burnette hair. The it jumps to the girl accidentally falling on top of the guy’s face and he runs away from embarrassment or something. The girl’s a little sad because she thought he ran away out of disgust. He sneaks up behind her and hugs her, does the cliched I always love you line and they both hug. I can’t remember what happened next but it ended with the girl’s body badly beaten, her left arm cut off and strewn away, and her head decapitated and missing. The chubby man it utterly confused and gets a note from a skinny brunette man with an insane hairstyle, white t-shirt, green button jacked, and light blue jeans. The note was read in his voice. The only line I remember is he said he killed the girl and loved the man, he went on to say that they made love. Then the note end and he flies off like peter pan.
Then the dream jumps to a bratty 12 year old doughy boy complaining about old graphics in a game, even though the game is great. A person plays it and shows him how good it is. I can’t remember the rest.
I swear as silly as it was I thought it was either from a movie, or reality. It’s hard to tell what I watched was real or something my subconscious conjured up. For all I know I could still be sleeping and this could be a dream.
hm…
(Source: forgettheswan)
If studying-lgbtq-people inboxes you asking to take part in questions about LGBTQ people “to help her understand” DO NOT DO IT. It is Sophie M Herold, the girl from Germany who attacks LGBTQ people and outs them to others. She is transphobic, homophobic and one of the sickest…
“Clockwork”
okay this is cool and freaky and the music’s pretty swanky too
This is my letter to angry fanboys.
First, let it be known that I love most fanboys. When I go to a con, most of the guys there are respectful. They share a passion with me, and that’s awesome. We’re all on a rock floating through space with little connection to most of the people who surround us, so anything that allows us to bond is fantastic.
What I don’t love are angry fanboys (I wish there were a different word for them). I don’t love being scoffed at when I jump excitedly at finding a comic. I don’t love being told that, if I didn’t like something, it’s because it wasn’t “meant for chicks.” I don’t love the notion that I’m not a real fan because I have two X chromosomes and like to look at the Avengers cast. And I sure as hell don’t love my online interests (particularly shipping) being looked down on by the people who do this:
(Comment on a negative Rotten Tomatoes review of The Avengers.)
(Message in my inbox. Way to be an anonymous coward.)
(Comment on the the SHH boards.)
That last one’s fairly tame. It followed a (now deleted) comment that went something to the effect of this: “Tumblr is sick. I can’t even browse the Avengers tag because of all the fangirls posting porn.”
Well, you know what? I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry my enjoyment of fandom is different from yours.
Maybe my time would be better spent bitching at reviewers and complaining that Black Widow made it to film before Ant-Man. But that’s not what I choose to do. I choose to draw. I choose to write fanfic. I choose to share podcasts and make comic book recommendations. I choose to be positive (when I’m not pissed of at people like you anyway).
I’m not sorry you sometimes stumble upon sexualized male characters.
You know why? Because of this:
(Zatanna’s new “costume”)
And this:
(Starfire)
And this:
(Heroes for Hire #13)
And, finally, this:
(Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk, Hawkeye, and TITS AND ASS!)
You get to ogle comic book characters constantly. You get to ogle movie characters constantly. And you know what? While I have a problem with the double standard in comics, that is your right. Women are sexy.
But if I want to put Iron Man and Captain America on the cover of The Notebook or pose them like Cyclops and Jean Grey, I’m going to do it. And I think I have the right to without being thought of as some sort of freak.
(Shameless self-promotion.)
How is the way I enjoy my hobby less healthy than the way you enjoy yours? How am I the one who’s inappropriate? I think it’s because I sexualize male characters instead of female ones.
I’m not sorry that makes you uncomfortable.
(“Leave the Avengers aloooonnneeeee!”)
(Wasp would never say this.)
I’m not sorry you’re a homophobe.
Actually, I kind of am. Exploring alternate sexual orientations isn’t “defamation of character.” It’s 2012, for crying out loud. I’m not a lesbian (or curious for that matter) but I can appreciate the Spider-Woman/Ms.Marvel pairing and the occasional Pepper/Natasha fic. The world of internet fandom has a lot to offer you if you let it.
I’m not sorry for shipping.
Shipping is glorious. I ship because it’s nice to think that these epic heroes have equally epic romances. Some of the fanfic out there is better written than a lot of comic books. Some of the fanart is better than real comic book art (looking at you, Rob Liefeld). Some of the things I ship are canon (Spider-Man/MJ). Others aren’t.
(Not canon.)
There’s a misconception that fangirls are only interested in male/male pairings. Some of them are, and who cares? That’s their right. But the assumption just isn’t true. There’s a reason Natasha/Clint is popular among movie fans. There’s a reason Tony/Pepper is popular. Those characters have boatloads of chemistry.
Then again, so do Loki/Thor, Tony/Bruce, and Tony/Steve. Don’t want ladies to overwhelmingly ship male characters together? Make a movie with more than one female lead. We can’t help it that The Avengers is a sausage party.
We are going to ship. We are going to ship loudly and proudly and there’s nothing you can do about it. I suggest you stop complaining and jump on the bandwagon. You might be surprised at how much you enjoy fangirls when you get to know us. We have a sense of humor. We have a sense of fun. We just happen to also have a strong sense of romance and a thing for attractive men.
So sue us.
*STANDING OVATION*
Bless this post
So much this
Oh, I’m sorry, are people sexualizing your gender and then putting it on the internet in a way that makes you uncomfortable? Welcome to every single day for women.
^^
i like it when the boys kiss
(Source: did-yuo-kno)
(Source: adiostoreadors)
It’s been nothing but headaches and gagging or the past several weeks. I’ve lost the interest to play video games. I can barely stomach god awful cartoons and other television shows. I look at food and I have no interest in ingesting it. The will to read, write, and draw is slowly being eaten away.
I am starting to feel hollow.
I tremble in fear as my passions are becoming nothing but a chore. I do not want to let this sadness take it away from me. The only thing I find worth living will not be eaten away from me. I refuse.
As I type this everything feels so surreal. I look down the keyboard and feel like I’m fifteen feet away from it even though I’m a mere foot away. Every time I walk it doesn’t feel as if I’m floating instead of using my feet. Everything’s a dizzy mess. It’s getting harder and harder to distinguish reality and dreams. It’s 55 degrees outside in June. I like it. It strangely fits the mood. Though I am on a family vacation with people I care about, I am not happy. They love the beach and Maine, I do not. However they are happy, so I suppose that’s what matters.
I remember telling a close one about how I’ve felt most of my life. They told me to go see someone and not burden them with it. Internalizing these feelings have become a habit. It’s a reservoir of ideas, passions, sorrow, and self hate. You can fill a pail in it and either come up with inspiration, or the dirty water of depression ans suicide.
Like many others I put on a smile and the aura of happiness and carry on. Whenever I get the chance of being alone in a room I cherish it. It’s very peaceful. The solitude gives life. You would think being with others would, but it’s quite the opposite.
The rest of the month is supposed to be chilly. I hope it stays that way. I love the cold weather. As this finishes I ask of you to not feel pity for me. Pity is something that no one should get. It’s a feeling that provides an excuse for people who do not want to help anyone. Rather those who read what I type matters more. No pity, just a moment in your time to read.
(Source: s-y-n-d-r-o-m-e)
This is everyone now.
(Source: fuckyeahsocialjusticesally)
