#i am an ally and proud of it

[arachnyaid]

*twirling my hair* hiiiiii AM

[egg-on-a-legg]

anooother poster design for my upcoming shop!!

[object-yaoi]

he's just confused as to where you even found wrapping paper honestly

and a silly doodle i drew really small because i'm trying to force my handwriting to be legible (in case you cant read it: "if you don't like it that's ok-" (interrupting) "I'M KEEPING IT FOREVER AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME." "OK."

[oh-allie]

some arospec thoughts ive been thinking to say fuck you to allonormativity on vday

the guy on all the caution signs is aroace because i said so

somethin' stupid by frank sinatra is such an aromatic song please see my vision

saiki is totally aroace but i also REALLY like terusai and is that so wrong 😿

having the aromatic, asexual, and aroace tags trending on vday is the funniest thing

happy valentines pooksies <33

[bloodmothsart]

[meteormemoirs]

Again, I’m not a psyop for posting “fuck Biden” cause I’ll still vote for the old bastard, but as a trans person I’m a bit pissed that his response to the wave of anti trans legislation in multiple states has been “aw geez that’s not very American but states rights what can you do”

So as a trans person in America we either get fucked or extra crispy fucked depending on who wins. And you fuckers saying “just move to a blue state” don’t really get how prevalent anti-trans hate is and how sanctuary states still require you to file lawsuits we can’t afford when shit happens. My partner faced it in Connecticut, a supposed trans friendly state, and bosses will always claim it’s totally not a trans thing you’re just a bad worker.

We are begging you to do more than just vote and put it out of your mind. Fight for us.

[wybienova]

the shape of a heart 💙

[elvisabutler]

Give me angsttttttt with aus any prmpt u pick

giving me all the free range. oh anon you know not what you unleashed. so! this is mostly based on how austin at the last minute couldn't show up to kaia's 21st birthday party. only you know as much as i like kaia, we're definitely gonna use a reader. also thank you for requesting!!

angst, “i think you expect too much from me.” - austin butler ( see also: two in love can make it )

tw: talk of cheating, but no actual cheating. angst? talk of a break up?

you had known it was a hard ask and you told yourself you weren't going to be mad. you had told yourself that it didn't matter if austin wasn't at your birthday party that you could have fun with your friends and his friends and other people. you told yourself this.

you could have told yourself this until you were blue in the face but that wouldn't have changed the reality that you found yourself in. crying in a bathroom like you were a teenager. it wasn't fair, you thought, they didn't mind him leaving filming for his birthday. they didn't mind when you needed austin to come just to spend time with you but your birthday is where they drew the line.

"what do you mean you're not going to be able to come, aus?" you ask through your tears when you call him back on facetime.

his face falls when he sees how your face looks. your eyes are bloodshot and there's snot running down your nose and your eyes are puffy. he knows that means you've been crying for longer than you're ever going to admit. his arm that isn't holding the phone reflexively tries to move like he's going to give you a hug before remembering you aren't there with him and he isn't there with you.

"i- babe- they won't let me take the two days off. florence already has to deal with her promo stuff- as much of a mess as she seems to think it's going to be and just everyone else has already asked for those days. i literally couldn't fly out even for the night." he answers, unable to actually look at you as he does. he knows what you're gonna tell him- he knows the next words out of your mouth are gonna remind him how much of a bad boyfriend he is.

"you were supposed to ask at least a month ago! when you came by for your own birthday! did you forget my birthday?" your voice is shrill and it hurts both of your ears, stinging like the hurt you feel coursing through your veins at the idea that the man you've fallen so deeply in love with forgetting something as important as this.

"i-" he starts, unsure of how to explain this like there is an explanation that can soothe the hurt written all over your face. "i didn't forget i had it on the calendar and in my phone i just- time has slipped by, i barely remember what day it is between the training and the filming and visiting you-"

"oh so visiting me is a problem now?" you cut him off, latching onto that in your anger. "i mean i know how you can fix that. you can fix that one so easy, just break up with me, no need to visit me or remember my birthday."

"y/n! that's- are you fucking kidding me with that?" austin doesn't swear a lot, usually when his emotions are heightened and it's almost as if he's just feeding off of your own emotions, drawing on them to fuel his guilt. "i didn't say that. i'm just exhausted, you get that, don't you? i've been falling asleep in my makeup chair, on the phone with you, i even fell asleep talking to zendaya and flo last week. in the middle of a conversation about you."

"what was the conversation about? about how annoying i am?" that was uncalled for, and you know it but at this point you're picking a fight to try and rile austin up, make him as sad and frustrated as you are.

"i can't tell you what it was about." it's the truth and his eyes dart to the reason why on his dresser. you notice and your eyes narrow.

"who's there-" you shake your head and move to get up from your perch on your bathtub. "you know what, butler. no, i'm not doing this. i'm not going to be the pathetic person who gets cheated on by their boyfriend after he gets to enjoy a little more fame. seriously, i didn't even believe people when they said you cheated on vanessa but apparently-"

"i think you expect too much from me!" he shouts as soon as you mention him cheating on vanessa- which he's told you he never did. to throw that in his face after he begged to go home to you. to see you and hold you while you blew out candles for your birthday is an insult that finally makes him snap. "i am trying here. i get that you can't fly out, i get that. i have the means to do this more often than you. i'm not asking you to do that but i forgot how close we were to the day, darling. i didn't mean to."

"you don't forget your partner's birthday, aus!" you yell back, wanting to throw your phone on the ground. "that's the one thing you don't forget other than an anniversary!"

"you don't think i know that! christ, babe, i literally had plans to do something on your birthday and i can't do them now." his eyes drift to the box on his dresser once again and you notice once more.

"seriously who are you looking at?" you snarl holding the phone closer to your face like that will help you see this person. "just- break up with me if you're doing something like that. stop-"

"it's your present." he says too quickly and you know it's got to be a lie. austin never answers something that quickly. "i literally have jewelry for you on my dresser."

austin never gives you jewelry for any occasion he always says you're too picky and he'd rather you show him something while you're out together than chance surprising you.

"bullshit." you spit out. "you know what- hang up austin. i don't want to hear it. i really don't just- don't talk to me until i call you. if i do any time soon."

he looks at you and looks at the box once again before sighing. "fine. i'm- i'm too exhausted to fight with you baby. i'll- i love you. no matter what, you have to know that. it's all that i can give to you."

any other time you'd smile at him quoting that song but right now? all it inspires is you hanging up without saying it back leaving austin to stare at the ring box- your ring box on his dresser.

"fuck."

[andthebeanstalk]

Ya know. I spent most of my life with horrible painful soul-crushing social anxiety.

And after about 25 years of continuous hard work, suddenly, people started pointing out - to my utter bafflement - that I had, in fact, achieved my lifelong dream of being charismatic. I'm 29 now; I feel comfortable in most social situations, and it is a very rare person whom I cannot make laugh.

I am, undoubtedly, finally, charismatic.

But do you know what I found?

I found that now that I have an understanding of which social rules serve which functions -- Now that I have an understanding of just how much damage my awkwardness was doing to people, well,

I found that, actually, my awkwardness never really hurt anyone at all. People were just judgmental dicks to me about it.

Now that I have the skill-level to (most of the time) creatively vocalize what is in my head as soon as I think it and without fear, I can confirm once and for all what I had always suspected:

I was worth talking to when I was quiet.

I was worth talking to when I was awkward, and when the words in my head took time and patience to hear, and when most of my jokes didn't land. I was worth talking to the whole time.

So I just... I hope that if you've ever wondered whether you are worth communicating with, the answer is yes. Absolutely yes. Each of us has a soul worth sharing - and if you and I were talking, I would happily wait for you to speak (or communicate in other ways) without condescending, and I would never shame you for that harmless awkwardness that so many people feel the need to violently stomp out.

You are worth talking to. You just are. And you deserve people who will speak to you with kindness, with patience, and with the basic immutable respect owed to all people.

(I talk about this with some frequency, both on tumblr and in real life. At some point, maybe I'll gather all my thoughts on the matter into one post. At some point, I wrote about my personal experience trying to build my social skill. But I felt the need to say at least a little bit tonight after seeing this other lovely post, and I'm glad I did. It will happen again.)

[allylikethecat]

Update that nobody asked for: We were talking about books on here one night and I said I had started The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo and I have now finished it.

The verdict is that I liked it well enough, it was interesting but overall, I didn't like it nearly as much as Ninth House, HOWEVER the last 100ish pages were incredible and I wish the entire book had been as good as the last 100 pages. It's not one that I'm probably going to read again or am going to be aggressively yelling that people should read, BUT if you like historical fiction / historical fantasy, it could be worth the read. If you're planning on physically buying it, the hardcover edition is also very pretty with the sprayed edges.

[the-trans-dragon]

The longer I am alive, the more my brain replays that scene in Lilo and Stitch where the scientist is watching Stitch fret around at night, and the scientist says something like, "poor thing, doesn't even have fond memories to keep it warm at night" or something

As a kid, I didn't realize how comforting memories could be, and I rarely had the luxury to create them.

I am glad I survived. It would have been easier, with fond memories to comfort me during painful times. I have many now, though, and they are indeed good company.

[lovevalley45]

ray called fifty-eight degrees fahrenheit "temperate" and my california did jump out

[arthur-kingsmen]

my body is so fuckin bad with stress its like. oh ur having a bad time? lets be violently ill. lets lose 40 pounds in less than 2 months. i hope u like water bc thats all u can drink ever

[thedeadthree]

the high stakes tennis match between asoiaf, dragon age, and tes in the ol leg brain at the moment ✨😵‍💫

[komurambheemudo]

RRR FINALLY HAS A 4.0 RATING ON LETTERBOXD

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Random thought, but I really wish I didn't come out until I was ready to, until I was a lot more comfortable with my identity. Because if I came out now, I'd come out as queer, I came out years ago as bisexual to my family, which I still identify with btw. There's just a lot more things I identify as that queer covers. It just clicks so much better for me.

And when I came out... I was absolutely terrified at the idea but forced myself to because it felt like I had to come out. Like I was living a false truth, which I now know is bullshit. I was just on the wrong side of the community that made me feel like it was something I had to do. My anxiety was so bad that everyone around me could see it and was just waiting for the dam to break.

There's so much I was was not prepared for, like the accidental outings, and poking/proding into my private life just because I came out. Suddenly it was fair game to ask me super personal questions and when I'd share my discomfort with it, I was being unreasonable. And how I didn't understand how it was for them, and I was making it a bigger deal than it was because it's just family being family. Very glad no one tries that shit anymore.

There was also this weird dynamic of people using me to prove or reassure themselves that they're not homophobic, or they were bettering themselves through me. It was weird having older people look at me for approval for their behavior.

But at the same time, because I did come out, it did make others question their behavior. And if I wasn't what they had previously thought bisexuals were like, maybe their preconceived notions were wrong.

And it made coming out for others easier knowing I tested the waters for them. I can't go back and change it, but if I could, it's unclear if I would or not. Or if I'd come out as something else. If I had the same confidence I do now, maybe I'd still come out but as queer instead of bisexual.

I don't know. I just wish I was a little better prepared for it.