shoutout to all the girlies (gender neutral) who LURK. THE LURKERS. THE GIRLIES WHO FOLLOW AND LIKE BUT NEVER REBLOG AND RARELY COMMENT BECAUSE THEY ARE EXTREMELY ANXIOUS AND ARE AFRAID OF JUDGEMENT EVEN WITH THE ANONYMITY OF TUMBLR. SHOUTOUT TO US THEM.
applies to ao3 and wattpad also!!! 💖
SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO CONSUME CONSUME CONSUME MEDIA. BUT NEVER CONTRIBUTE TO THE OUTPUT OF MEDIA!! SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO READ FANFICTION AND WRITE THEIR OWN ON GOOGLE DOCS BUT HAVE NEVER POSTED ANY!! SHOUTOUT TO THE GIRLIES WHO HAVE BEEN PART OF FANDOM CULTURE FOR YEARS BUT ALSO NOT REALLY??? BECAUSE THEYVE CONSUMED?? BUT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF POSTING?? AND ARE ACTIVE IN THAT THEY CHECK WEBSITES AND TAGS AND WHAT NOT EVERY DAY AND KNOW ALL THE NICHE INSIDE JOKES AND HAPPENINGS BUT DONT TALK TO ANYONE??? SHOUTOUT TO THEM.
anyways first post. yes this is about me.
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Anxiety fills be being as i stand outside the room, not wanting to go in. I force my body to move and sit down on one of the many chairs in the room.
I start twirling and fidgeting with my hair, trying to calm down. Everything becomes too much, the noise; chairs moving, whispering, talking from the front of the room. The lights become too bright, burning my eyes.
My heart racing and my breathing becomes shallow. I start shaking, becoming nauseous. The tears in my eyes begging to be let free as I so desperately wish to leave, run so far my legs give out under me and never come back. But I stay in fear of being judged or someone becoming angry at me for leaving.
I start panicking, my palms become sweaty and my leg start bouncing up and down. My eyes dart around the room, looking for every exit in case it gets worse.
I look at everyone, there's no sign of any of them noticing me panicking. My eyes sweep over to my friend for a split second before looking forwards again. They sit beside me and I know that if I tell them they will help me, but I can't seem to do so. My mind is stopping me, telling me I will only be a burden, that the second they find out I'm suffering, they will stop being my friend, like I was only a convince for them to have around for a while and got bored.
So instead I play pretend, doing my best to look fine. I clasp my hands tight in my lap and will my leg to stop bouncing. I sit as still as I can, eyes still darting around the room, the feeling of dread fills me as I feel caged and shake more. The tears stinging my eyes threatening to fall, I prey to whatever god out there, if there is any, that no one will notice. And luckily (or not so luckily), no one seem to notice.
So I sit there waiting for this to be over.
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So a while ago I was talking to @anna-scribbles and @marimbles about adrien and gender (as you do), and as a part of that conversation we said... hey do you remember that jenna marbles video where she put rhinestones all over her face?
and then, tangentially... do you remember that one clown makeup vine?
hold on i'm going somewhere with this:
We got to where I was going. but i'm still driving:
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A fic so good it makes you dust off your blog you haven't used in three years.
This comic is based of a section of chapter 10 of Kein Weg Zurück, i thought the interactions were really cute, so i wanted to illustrate it!
Transformers is one of those things I migrate in and out of remembering when the hyperfiaxtion comes on, but my love for TFA never faultered, and so was it for this pairing. I guess @morethanmeetstheass RoE series also became one of the foudantions for this ship, which is deserved, these series are really, really good! Go read it! It's on Ao3!
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