#umm happy pride month. gay people

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my tumblr been dry af because i’ve been very fixated on my pokemon gijinkas rather than my pokemon pokemon and I don’t like posting ‘em as much…

but I like these so here’s some “quick sketches” I got carried away with :,)

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jus woke up but giggling kicking my legs over my characters being gay but in a way that is important to me personally

[fictionalpeoplecompleteme]

I’m a bisexual girl and I’m in love with Julie so I was wondering if maybe u could write one where the reader thought she was straight but slowly realizes she’s bi and in love with Julie, reader comes out to parents and when they don’t accept she runs to Julie and they kiss and it’s kinda angsty but then BAM fluff

Title: Valid

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3234 (!!)

Warnings: homophobia !!, probs not well written angst omg

(A/N): not me saying im back and not being back i hate myself. yall, there’s no schedule i just post whenever im like, active and thats a really bad habbit that i should NOT keep doing istg. also au where the band never died, but theyre never mentioned. anyways ty ty TY to the sweetie who asked for this ! i literally squealed when i read this request. not this being 3k words umm help

You had your moments. Those weird moments where you didn’t know what you were feeling, especially to the person you were feeling those emotions to. Like this one time where it was a normal day watching Disney Channel and eating pizza (basically living the dream) and then a new movie popped up. “Teen Beach Movie” was the film, and let me tell you, when you saw Butchy AND Lela wearing leather, let’s just say you were confused why felt his way for both of them... it wasn’t right.

No, of course it was right ! You had these feelings for both genders, and your feelings were valid, so why wasn’t it right? Well, it was a simple answer. 

Your parents.

Of course, they didn’t down right say they hated the lgbtg+ community. Although they might as well have downright said that they did, because with the things they say,

“Why do they get a whole MONTH of pride?”

“Ugh, the gays are making it EVERYTHING about them.”

“Do they have to do that in public? Couldn’t they have waited until they got home?”

“Why would they put that in tv?! The kids are gonna watch that and think that they’re gay!”

Obviously you heard their views, and when you started to realize you somewhat fit in their hate demographic, you “decided” that you weren’t going to. And that’s how it has been for a long time.

RIIINNGG

Ugh, another school day.

“Kill me now.”

You got up your very comfortable bed, and did your daily routine. After you were finished with that and dinner, you were dropped off at the infamous Los Feliz High School. You were then greeted by your best friend, Octavia.

“Hey bestiee.” you joked.

“Hey rat.” Octavia said with the same energy. 

“So, did you finally finish atla last night?” you asked.

“Of course! To have a chance to see my husbands is a chance I’ll always take. Even started watching tlok! Mako does looks scrumptious not gonna lie.” she said, doing that weird tucking her hair behind her ear and having a look of thirst on her face. Its the fact that she basically always does that for me.

“Not you finishing atla AND starting tlok the very same night. I don’t think that’s normal.” you said shaking your head. 

“Lets just say that if I get diagnosed with insomnia, don’t be surprised.”

“I don’t think anyone would be.” you said while the both of you are putting your supplies in our locker.

“ANYWAYS, I’m sorry for you getting moved to Mr. G’s class. I know he can be very mean.” Octavia said sympathetically.

And it’s all true. Mr. G is basically known for being modern day Snape, favorites and all (especially to the popular kids). Considering you were fresh meat to his class, you were not looking forward to the inevitable insults. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can NOT stand the fact that I wasn’t even in his class in the first place, thinking I was safe, and then I got moved!” you yelled.

“I know, I know.” she said while putting her hands on your shoulder. “(y/n), if he even BREATHES in your direction, just tell me and I swear the next time I see him its on sight.” Octavia said with a very stern look on her face. “Honestly I can’t believe that the principle wouldn’t fire him, he has enough complaints for at least a suspension.”

“O, what would I do without you? And besides, don’t blame her. She genuinely tried to fire him. But I heard that he lawyered up to the point where he was basically untouchable.” you said.

“We lost.” “We truly did.”

Right after that conversation, the bell rang. 

“Good luck (y/n)! I love you !!” said Octavia while going to her 1st period class. 

“I love you too!” you yelled back.

Oh lord. Please please make this class bearable.

You walked to the door, and took a deep breath. As you went inside, not one second went by as you already got a taste of his scrutiny.

“Well well, if it isn’t the newbie! (y/n) (y/l/n). Just pick an empty seat as that’ll be the only way you’ll get someone to sit next to you.” he chuckled

You wanted to die right then and there. 

And it got worse as the whole class seemed to find that insult funny, considering that they all laughed. 

“O m gosh, Mr G. That was your best one yet!” said Carrie. Of course she had something to say. Not one situation where she kept her mouth shut and yelled her commentary to everyone in the room.

You shuffled your way to the back of the class, to find an empty seat next to this girl. She looked familiar, but not to the point where you knew her name. Though you wished you had. She looked quite.. pretty. With her amazing hair, and her beautiful eyes. Not to mention her face in general..

NO !

No. Of course you had these thoughts of her, she’s just naturally pretty, anyone would’ve thought that. You then put your backpack behind the seat and proceeded to sit down next to her. A few moments passed of you sitting next to the girl, until she said,

“Sorry about that. Mr G. can be very mean sometimes to everyone, -not that that’s okay!” she stuttered. “It’s just, don’t take it personally.”

“Er- thanks.”

“I’m Julie by the way! What’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Nice you (y/n)! With each other, I promise you, we can get through his class.”

You smile at her. And Julie smiled back. of course she had to be nice too!

“Well Ms. (y/n), Ms. Molina, talking in my class? I’m not even mad, just surprised! Ms. (y/n) actually found someone to talk to!” said Mr. G.

Aaand of course, he has something to say again.

“I’m surprised she has anything to say at all, considering the amount of times you had already talked down to her. Just simply leave her alone.” said Julie with assert. 

You were shocked to say the least. And it showed to, having a look of disbelief all over your face.

“Um, wel- uh, Ms. Molina, keep that mouth closed, if you don’t want to spend your lunch in detention.” said Mr G. 

You were honestly very glad that she stood up for you in that moment. A little too glad, because in that time, the feelings started to flood in.

Of course, why wouldn’t it! She was just simply nice to you and you had already developed whole feelings for her! But was it exactly bad? Sure, your parents deemed that it already was, but that didn’t mean that you had to. This is who you were, a human being with valid feelings, and there was nothing wrong with that. So with this whole situation, you said with a big smile,

“Thank you.” 

Hey, you never said you were good at speaking with other people. But I don’t think it mattered to Julie, because she had returned your smile, and in that moment you realized you can find yourself deeper in love.

The two of you really had bonded during class time. Sure, you can say that you both flirted but you were never really good at figuring that out, even when you were flirting with boys (it had always been Octavia’s job to figure that out.) But considering the things she said to you.

“I love your hair!”

“You have very nice hands.”

“Your eyes are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c).”

After class, you both knew that you liked, liked each other. But that's where the hard part came in, actually confessing. To be totally honest, you could barely manage confessing to a boy, imagine with Julie? Although you were happy to know that Julie had already thought about this, because when you both walked out the door, she took your hand and guided you to the music room, where the both of you were alone.

Both of you were facing each other. You could tell she was nervous, cause she was playing with her hands, and didn’t seem to try to make eye contact with you.

“(y/n), I know we just met this class,” she said, both chuckling, “but would you like to get coffee with me sometime?”

Oh boy, she actually asked you out! Don’t get you wrong, you were happy! In spite the fact that you had your parents to worry about. So with that, knowing all that was at risk, you still said with full confidence,

“I would love to.”

Julie gave you the biggest smile you had yet to see. She moved a strand of hair out of your face and then proceeded to hold your hands.

“It’s a date! How about at 4 after school?” she said.

“The perfect time.”

After exchanging numbers, you both felt ecstatic, the both of you just left the room with the biggest grin. You couldn’t believe that you had gotten a date with Julie! Now I know that you’re gonna say that you should’ve told Julie about your situation with your parents, but she looked so happy that you couldn’t possibly have ruined the moment with that.

After that amazing moment, you had managed to spot Octavia in the hallway. You walked up to her like you normally would, though this time you had a scared expression. You had never come out before. Though you thought the possibility of keeping this from your parents, this wasn’t something you could keep from her. So walking up to her, you just blurted out the truth, without a second thought.

“Hey! How was Mr-.”

“I’m bi!”

She seemed stunned after a second, but only a second as she bursted out laughing out of nowhere.

“Um-”

“Oh my gosh, the way that was the way you came out to me! It’s the disorganization for me.” said Octavia, while wiping her tears away.

“Wait-, you don’t care?” you asked confused.

“Do you want me to be bothered or something?” she asked in a more sarcastic tone.

“Well no- it's just- I don’t know, I was just scared I guess.”

“Listen,” she said sternly while again putting her hands on your shoulders as a way to comfort you. “I will love you no matter who you love. Understand?”

“And I you. The problem is my parents. I know what they think of people like me, and it’s not good. How am I going to survive this ughh.”

“They’re your parents, I’m sure it’ll be a shock to them, but if they truly love you, they’ll accept you.”

“Thank you Octavia, what will do without you?”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.”

After you finally finished your classes, you nervously went to the front of the school to wait for your mom to pick you up. You felt so nauseous, to the point where you were sure that you were going to throw up right there. After waiting for 5 minutes, your mom pulled up. You got in the car and you felt so nervous that you were just silent the whole car ride. Your mom for sure took notice.

“Hey sweetie, you’re alright?” said your mom.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel so well.”

“Oh, are you alright? Did you eat something bad maybe?”

“Yeah, probably something during lunch.”

And after that the conversation fully stopped as your mom noticed you were not in the mood to talk.

You finally got home and you felt even worse than before. You dreaded this moment, and just felt like passing out. As you got inside, you quickly went inside your room, not bothering to say hi to your dad. You put your stuff on the ground and just started to really think about this.

They’re my parents! Like Octavia said, they should still accept me, I’m their child. And if they don’t? They have to, right?

Right?

You finally built up the courage to go outside your room and go to the kitchen, where both of you parents were.

“Mom, dad? I need to tell you something.” you said, basically shaking.

“Sure, what is it sweetie?” said your dad.

And without a second thought, you just blurt it out?

“I’m bi!”

It was dead silent. And that scared you. 

The part that truly scared you? Hearing the words that you had been dreading to hear.

“You’re pranking me, right?” you dad chuckled, as if it was a joke.

That’s when you started to get a little irritated. You knew how your parents were, so this reaction was inevitable. So considering all the preparation, you still got mad. 

“Why would this be a prank?!” you said with an “attitude” (that’s what your parents would say at least, although you were just simply defending yourself).

“Honey, as much I love you, this isn’t natural.” said your mother with a normal tone, which you could argue was just as scary as an angry tone.

“If you actually loved me, you would accept me as I am!” you said, starting to actually get aggrieved.

“Don’t yell at your mother like that!” said your father, who actually stood up from his chair.

“I wouldn’t need to be yelling, if you would actually accept me for who I am, not all this!”

“LISTEN, I’m sure this is just a phase. You either change your ways or you are no longer considered my daughter! No daughter of mine would feel such a disgusting thing!” your father yelled.

That’s when you lost it, you knew that no matter what you did, they would never change their way. That’s why you just let it out, because they would never change their way, so why not just let it all out?

“You know what?! I’m going to leave! I rather be homeless than to live in a house with you two! My two parents who don’t even accept me, WHO DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LOVED OR VALIDATED!” you yelled.

At that point you were shaking and crying. With the anger that you were feeling inside you didn’t even think to get any clothes or basic necessities, you just grabbed your phone and just ran out with your parents yelling your name. But you didn’t care, you were not going back there, that’s for sure.

After that horrible fight, you went to a park that was near your house. You went inside a private bathroom that was thankfully unoccupied, cause if it wasn’t, you were pretty sure that you would’ve broken down right then and there. Once you had gone in there, you surprisingly didn’t cry. You just held it in, and really thought about your situation. You realized that it was pretty stupid of you that you didn’t get your belongings and then left the house. Oh! And that you were pretty much homeless.

After a good thinking session, you did the most sensical thing you could do in that situation. 

You called Julie.

Now I know what you’re thinking! ‘Why Julie, why didn’t you call Octavia instead?’. Well it was pretty simple, you just desperately wanted to see Julie. You pressed on her contact, not really knowing what was coming with it. What if she thought you were weird? What if she laughed at you? What if she felt weirded out with you and then blocked your number? What if-

“Hello?”

“Julie?” You sounded pretty distraught, so it wasn’t surprising when she sounded concerned herself once she heard your voice.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

“Julie, this might sound really weird, but something really bad happened and you were the only person I could think to call! If you’re busy I’m sorry I won’t-”

“Hey! I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. Where are you?”

You took a deep breath, you were just thankful she didn’t block you right then and there. “I’m at the park in (street name).”

“Okay, just stay right there and I’ll come and get you.”

When the call ended, you walked out of the bathroom and sat on swings, waiting for Julie. After you waited, for what seemed an eternity, you saw her.

Julie.

She spotted you in the swings, and gave you the sweetest smile. She walked closer to you and stretched out her hands, which you took. After just staring at each other, she gave you the biggest hug, which (not gonna lie) you just really needed. Much to your disappointment, she let go of you, she swung an arm around you, and started walking to her house. The both of you didn’t say anything, but you guys didn’t need to, the peaceful silence was nice.

The both of you then arrived at her house. That’s when you started to panic, you weren’t looking forward to bother her family. 

“Are you sure we can go in the house?” you asked 

She gave you a chuckle, “I think we can go to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother any-”

“Hey.” She proceeded to grab your hands and then moved to cup your face. “Everything’s going to be okay, my dad and brother aren’t home, and even if they were, you would absolutely be greeted with open arms.” she said,

You both went inside the house and then inside Julie’s room. She motioned to sit on her bed and you did. She sat next to you and then held your hand, intertwining with each other.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, and just let all your feelings out. “It’s just my parents were never really supporting of the lgbtq community, so it was stupid of me to actually think they would have any other different reaction. And the fact that they would react like that? To say such cruel things? I just..- I don’t know, is it wrong for me to feel bad?”

“They’re your family, of course you would have this sensation of feeling bad. But I just want you to know that they’re in the wrong, not you. Any sane person would think that, everyone just wants to be accepted. Just know this,” she said while leaning closer, your hands still intertwined. “you are valid, so many people love you no matter who you love.” she said while moving a strand of hair out of your face.

You continued to smile, but looked into Julie’s eyes with so much adore. And the best part was, she was looking at you the exact same way.

Without a second thought, you decided to just go for it. You kissed her. The kiss was passionate, and sweet. Julie then gave soft kisses to you cheeks and knuckles, murmuring comforting words such as “it’s okay” “you’re alright” “i’m here”. 

After pulling away you both looked at each other, and then you offered your favorite pastime.

“Can we go to sleep? I just wanna sleep the stress away.”

Julie chuckled and then agreed. You both got into a position of Julie laying down while your head rested on her chess, and her holding you. While you were half asleep, you said those three words,

“I love you.” 

You were half asleep, so you didn’t understand the severity of the action, but before you fully drifted, you heard these words coming out of her mouth.

“I love you too.”

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STORYTIME PART 3 🏳️‍🌈🙋🤷‍♂️

Part 1

Part 2

(pretty sure this is the last one)

Now

My friends are accepting, I honestly don't give a crap of certain people at my school aren't okay with it bcs it's not like I'm walking around with a huge "HEY, I'M BI!" Sign on my head. Tbh I only want my friends to know and if it happens to spread then who cares?

And I truly mean all of that, really I do. It's just never felt like the right time. It kinda feels like over sharing atm, not something that will come up in conversation and the fact that I've started to grow a little self conscious about my sexuality doesn't help my case.

See, after I figured out I was Bi I didn't really think a lot about preference. I just wanted to love who I loved. But then came DUN DUN DUUUNNN Research. I looked up everything that has to do with bisexuality and even tried to educate myself on save sex with girls (which should honestly be taught in schools for LGBTQ+ youth but that's another topic of convo)

Apart from that, I watched a ton of videos of people coming out and explaining their experiences and a lot of them talked about preference. So I started to think about it and came to the conclusion that I have a preference for guys. That.....that scared the crap out of me.

All the ppl that I heard talking about preference said they either feel about 50/50 or they have a preference for the same sex.

That made me spend a lot of time feeling ashamed of not being "bisexual enough". I felt like if I told people about my preference then they would invalidate me by thinking I'm either "too scared to say I like girls" or "just trying to follow a trend by saying I like girls"

I knew neither of those things are true but I thought ppl would see it that way. And so, I didn't even feel comfortable enough to talk about my sexuality with the LGBTQ+ community, let alone the people that aren't a part of it.

Later on I found the sexuality spectrum and that felt so right to me you have no idea. And when I heard Alexia talk about it in Skam France OMG.... *Chef's kiss* it made things even better. Unfortunately, that didn't mean I stopped feeling self conscious sometimes.

All of that self consciousness now adds to my reasoning of why it's "never the right time" to tell my friends.

Until last week, when I started writing Part 1 of this story time.

Here's where the emojis come in btw

Outside of my main girl friend group, I have another friend that goes to my school. We've only known each other for almost a year but we've become close in that time. He's one of my best friends and he's seen me cry more times that I'm proud of tbh hahaha. However, recently, we've kinda drifted apart (it's a long story), and we're still friends and talk and have a laugh but we're not the same as before. Oddly enough, I still feel like I could tell him anything. ANYTHING. If I'm sad, I'd want to talk to him, If I murder someone, he's one of the first people I'd call. And If I'm happy, I'd tell him the reason why.

For a while, I had considered coming out to him first but, again, it never felt right.

Last week, I found out he's changing school's so he won't be with us for senior year. That really bumbed me out, so I called him for the first time in a while. We had a good talk, we laughed and it felt like the beginning of our friendship.

If you asked me, I wouldn't be able to tell you what it was. I just knew. And it all lined up perfectly too!

It checked all the boxes.

• It came up in conversation - we were talking about how EVERYONE has little gay moments some times

• It was someone I trusted - Like I said, he's kinda my best friend

• It didn't feel like over sharing - the gave me perfect segway. He talked about "Bisexual check" tiktoks and how he's not bi but fits a few of the stereotypes (ie. Sweater weather, rolled up jeans, etc)

The stars were aligning and I just....said it

Well, kinda said it:

"hahaha omg dude, in that case, you're more bisexual than I am"

...... My heart started beating so hard I could basically hear it, I frees more anxious by the second so much so that I almost didn't realize he didn't stop talking.

Him: so yeah, and it's not like I only like sweater weather, it's more of-

Me: dude....did you-... are you not getting what I'm telling you

Him: uhh,no.....

Me: umm, ok nevermind then. I'll tell you again another time.

Him: oh, ok.

(hence the emojis 🏳️‍🌈🙋 <- I'm not straight. 🤷‍♂️<- friend doesn't get it)

After that I felt disappointed but it was very quickly followed by....relief. I really didn't expect to feel that. I thought I'd be more gutted that I had missed my chance. Instead I was glad the beating of my heart had stopped.

I realise now that I can't not make my coming out into a casual thing. And by that I mean, it's not something I can just brush off my shoulder, it's a part of me that I've keep deep in my soul for a while and getting it out in the open is a huge step for me. Even if I know ppl are going to be accepting, it's still a big part of my story and I can't just look past it.

Which brings me to right now. That conversation with my friend is what inspired me to write this all out. This is MY bisexual experience. This is MY story.

And it's not over yet. I'm still dealing with feeling not valid enough sometimes bcs of where I fall on the spectrum. I still haven't come out to my parents. I still have a bit of the way to go and I have no idea where that's gonna take me.

What I do know for sure is that I know where to go next. That's to that conversation with my best friend. I understand my situation a lot better now. And that's all I need to move forwards.

Today is the start of Pride Month. Love each other, support each other. I told this fandom my in progress, bisexual mess of a story bcs of how positive it can be. Please, Stand together, bcs our stories deserve to be told and heard. This was mine. And I hope you are able to tell yours ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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maria x carol pt. 2

9) Who cuts the others hair?

Carol has the genius idea that they can cut Monica’s hair. “Why pay someone 40 bucks when we can do it ourselves?” And the thing is, unlike Carol’s other ideas, Maria kinda gets on board. Monica is two years old, what could go wrong? The answer: A lot.

There is a solid 3 months of photos missing in Monica’s baby book.

10) Who cries during titanic and who keeps it in?

Maria’s the one who wants to go see it. She loves romantic movies and has been a fan of Leonardo DiCaprio since they saw Romeo + Juliet together. Carol isn’t really a fan, she prefers horror movies and thrillers, but she goes with Maria. Carol isn’t expecting to get so emotional. She finds herself holding back tears at the end. She looks over at Maria to see how she is holding up, and can’t help but chuckle at Maria who is sobbing.

11) Who is more likely to cheat?

It’s been six years.

Maria doesn’t think it would be considered cheating when Carol didn’t even remember her. Carol didn’t even know she was gay, so Maria expects that there were other people/aliens in Carol’s life. She can’t expect that someone as beautiful as Carol wouldn’t have any lovers.

Carol doesn’t see any unknown people in the photos on the mantel, nor does she see any extra clothes in the closet. It doesn’t mean that there was never another person in Maria’s life. There could have been someone she loved after Carol left, just like there was someone she loved before Carol.

They both haven’t started the conversation, one that they both needs to happen eventually.  

It’s Maria who broaches the subject.

“Was Yon-Rogg more than a mentor?” Maria asks one night when they’re seated on the couch watching Seinfeld.

“I would understand,” Maria continues,  “I, umm, I dated after you-when you were gone.”

“You did?” Carol says.

“Nothing serious. A few one night stands. There was this dentist for a while, six months, but it didn’t work out.”

“A dentist?” Carol  

“Dennis. He was nice. But he wanted something serious. it took me six months to decide that I didn’t.”

“But Yon-Rogg, you loved him?” Maria asks, getting back to her original question. She’s heard too much about him and also not enough.

Carol nods, “I wasn’t in love with him, but I did love him. He was the only one I felt knew me.”  

“I’m glad you had him,” Maria says, and she means it. Even if he did end up being the reason why Carol was taken from her. She’s glad Carol had someone when she couldn’t be there for her.  

“So...turning down a dentist. Your mother couldn’t have been happy,” Carol states.

Maria laughs, “Oh no. She was absolutely devastated. But Monica was happy she thought he was boring.”

“I bet he was.” Carol feels a surge of pride for favorite Lieutenant.

“Oh,100%. He had nothing on the bold, beautiful, courageous woman I knew in my heart I was still in love with.”

“I waited,” Maria says. She needs Carol to know this. That she didn’t, she couldn’t, just move on without her.

“I know,”

Carol kisses Maria, with tongue and passion. Maria lets Carol lean her backward onto the couch. Maria lets out a moan as Carol slides her hands under Maria’s shirt. Carol kisses down Maria’s neck. Screw Dennis Carol thinks as she sucks a hickey on Maria’s neck. She had Maria now.

[girlslikeguyswhosmoke]

There’s Something About Mrs. Kendall, Part 1

“That will be $142.50 today, Ma’am,” a middle-aged female voice said from the other side of the counter.

“Not as bad as I thought,” Mrs. Kendall replied.

She signed the credit card slip.

“I’ll be back next week to get the others taken care of,” she said. “Could I make the appointment now?”

“Sure,” the clerk said. “How many are you bringing in?”

“I’ve got four fur babies next week,” she said with a smile.

“Okay, I’ve got you down for 1:30 next Tuesday.”

“Thanks,” Mrs. Kendall said, bending down to pick up a pet crate, which contained three cats, a Siamese, an orange Maine Coon, and a smoky gray longhair.

She threw a smile at the clerk and turned to leave. But the vet clerk chuckled.

“See you next Tuesday, Ma’am” she said with a laugh.

Mrs. Kendall knew what this meant, but chose not to react. She was aware of her reputation, both as a “crazy cat lady” and as a crazy religious fanatic who belonged to a church that picketed the funerals of soldiers and desecrated Jewish graves with spray-painted swastikas.

As to the former, she was guilty as charged. The latter was unfortunately guilt by association. There was not a hateful bone in Mrs. Kendall’s body. Not one grain of her DNA hated black people or believed gay people should be put to death in accordance with the “good book.” Sadly, the same was not true of the remainder of her family, infamous and notorious, even in this small conservative town, where MAGA hats were worn openly and with pride.

Though it had been nearly 16 years since her family’s church had been run out of town, she was still unable to shake the horrible stigma of her last name.

At 62, she was healthy, never smoked a day in her life. In fact, the only tenet of her family’s belief system she shared was a distaste for tobacco and other substances. An active senior, she was semi-retired, though this was not entirely by choice. Finding an employer willing to give her a job in this town was a challenge. So she drove for Uber and Lyft to support herself and her 13 cats.

This meant she had ample contact with millennials, many too young to remember why she was so shunned by the people of her town. In fact, most of the few people she was on decent terms with were in excess of 30 years younger than she was.

She put the pet carrier in the back seat, then got into the driver’s seat and prepared to head home. Turning on the radio, she flipped through the several country stations, right-wing talk radio, and Christian radio stations that saturated the airwaves. Nothing was appealing.

Suddenly, her phone sounded the tone of the Uber app.

“Should I take this one?” she asked herself.

“Fuck it,” she decided, “I need the money.”

Moments later, she arrived at a 7 Eleven, where a teenage boy waved her down.

The boy was dressed in a black motorcycle jacket and tight faded and worn blue jeans. He wore a pair of sunglasses, even though it was overcast on this day. He was thin and stood about 5’ 7”. He was holding a backpack. She guessed he was maybe 14 years old.

“Did you call for an Uber?” she asked.

“That would be me,” the boy replied, his voice all but confirming her suspicion about his age.

“You have to be 18 to use the app,” she said.

The boy took off his sunglasses and looked at her with pouting blue eyes.

“Oh come on,” he said. “I’ve really got to get to Game Stop.”

Mrs. Kendall deliberated.

Then she pulled out her phone and declined the fare.

“Hop in,” she said. “You’ll want to ride in front. I’ve got my babies in the back.”

The boy got into her car and shut the door.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Kendall,” he said.

“How do you know my name?” she asked.

“Uhh...I think everybody knows your name,” he said.

“So how old are you?” she asked.

“15,” he said. “But I’ll be 16 next month. And I’ll have my license.”

She looked over at him and smiled, empathizing with his desire for independence.

“I’m getting a bike,” he said.

“Interesting,” she said. “Well, you look the part.”

Silence fell over the two and the boy began to jam to a song that was apparently playing in his head. Mrs. Kendall looked over at him and smiled.

“Sorry,” he said.

They came to a stop light next to the strip mall where Game Stop was located.

“Umm,” the boy said, “You think there’s one more favor I can ask?”

“Okay?” Mrs. Kendall replied.

“Wait for me at Game Stop,” he said. “When I’m done, I’ll give you some money. Think you can go to that smoke shop and buy me a pack of smokes?”

Mrs. Kendall balked.

“No way,” she said flatly.

“I’ll give you 20 bucks,” he said. “I’m sure I’ll come out of Game Stop with a hundred.”

“Maybe you didn’t understand me,” she said. “I’m not buying cigarettes for a 15-year-old.”

“Buy me two and I’ll give you 40,” he said.

She looked over at the gorgeous blue eyes staring dotingly at her. Of course, she knew she was being manipulated. Nevertheless, in the moment, her resolve began to break. After all, this was not her son. She wasn’t responsible for his well-being.

And 40 bucks was 40 bucks.

She drove into the parking lot at Game Stop.

“Hurry up,” she said, still not committing to commit the crime of purchasing tobacco for a minor. But clearly the boy had reason to feel optomisitc.

About 20 minutes later, the boy emerged from Game Stop, with the beaming, happy-go-lucky face replaced with one of disappointment.

He opened the car door and handed her a $10 bill.

“Thanks for the ride,” he said.

As he shut the door and prepared to walk away, she rolled down the window.

“Wait...what happened?” she asked.

“They only bought one of my games,” he said. “Sucks.”

He smiled.

“Was worth a try, right?” he said.

She hated herself for what she did next.

“Get back in the car,” she said. “Where’s the smoke shop?”

Without hesitation, he opened the door and got back in the car.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Kendall,” he said, his face returning to the bright and innocent, yet clearly manipulative smile he had presented before.

She drove him to the shopping center where the smoke shop was located and pulled into the Subway parking, at the opposite end of the strip mall from the smoke shop. This was so that the person behind the counter wouldn’t ask to see the ID of her passenger, as many smoke shops and liquor stores tended to do.

This meant placing an enormous amount of blind trust in a manipulative teenage boy she had met a only half hour before-- she trusted him not only with her unattended car, but also her three cats in the back seat. She was stepping so far outside of herself and her own series of actions stunned her.

But there was something about this kid. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but somehow she knew she could trust him. Even though she didn’t even know his name yet.

She walked into the smoke shop and stepped up to the counter. She had never been in such a place before. She had no reason to.

“Two packs of Newports?” she nervously asked the clerk.

“Shorts or hundreds?” the clerk asked.

Trying to conceal the deer-in-the-headlights look on her face, she smiled at him.

“Shorts,” she said decisively, figuring it might be preferred by novice smokers like the 15-year-old outside waiting in her car.

The clerk grabbed two green packs of Newports from the rack behind the counter. But before he could ring up the sale...

“Do you mind if I see your ID, Ma’am?” The clerk said.

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Kendall said.

“It’s the law,” he said. “We’ve got to card everybody.”

Mrs. Kendall wanted to laugh. If only he knew...

Moments later, she stepped outside to the sound of loud country music blasting from her car. The boy sitting in the passenger seat with the window rolled down had the seat reclined and his feet on her dash, but quickly took them down once he noticed her.

She shot him a disapproving glare as she approached the car.

“Looks like you’ve made yourself real comfortable,” she said, handing him the two packs of cigarettes.

She got back in the car and immediately turned off the radio and then glared at him.

“I hope you know I’ve just committed a felony,” she said.

He smiled back at her as he tore open the pack.

“Actually it’s only a misdemeanor,” he said. “And that’s only if I tell anyone where I got these...which, of course, I have no intention of doing.”

Mrs. Kendall shook her head.

How? How did she let herself get talked into all of this?

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. If you need any yard work done...anything. I’m good for it,” he said.

“Actually,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I can find lots of things that need to be done.”

“By the way,” she asked, “What’s your name?”

He pulled out a fresh Newport from the pack and smiled back at her.

“Justin,” he said, his cigarette bobbing up and down as it dangled from his lips.

“Not in my car!” she said.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know...”

Did he seriously think he could just light up in somebody’s car? What century did he think he was being raised in? Mrs. Kendall obviously grew up during a time when virtually every 15-year-old smoked cigarettes and nobody ever asked “Do you mind if I smoke?”. But that was so many years ago.

“Alright,” she said. “Go ahead.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Just keep the window rolled down,” she requested.

With that, Justin placed his cigarette back in his mouth, cupped his hands over it like a pro, and fired up his lighter.

Through the corner of her eye, Mrs. Kendall saw a stream of smoke emerge from the boy’s mouth as soon as it was lit. An inexperienced smoker he was not.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew a cloud out the window, in an effort to comply with Mrs. Kendall’s wishes. But that didn’t stop it from blowing right back inside-- right into Mrs. Kendall’s face.

She turned to him and gave him a very stern look of disapproval. But he just smiled back at her, his eyes concealed by his shades.

At that moment, something clicked. Mrs. Kendall couldn’t figure it out. But seeing Justin sitting next to her, dressed up in a motorcycle jacket, wearing a pair of shades, and chilling with a cigarette stirred up an image she was strangely drawn to....

...But then the thought vanished completely from her mind. She could not allow her mind to go where she was afraid it wanted to go.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Why are you smoking?” she asked. “I thought vaping was the thing these days.”

“I used to vape,” Justin said. “But cigarettes are easier to come by and don’t need as much maintenance.”

“I mean,” he continued. “I’m gonna quit when I’m 20.”

Mrs. Kendall laughed.

“Why 20?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Justin said. “Seems like a good age.”

“You going to college, the military…?”

“I don’t know,” Justin replied. “Haven’t really thought too much about it. Right now I just want to get my bike, get a job, you know...”

“Doesn’t the job come before the bike?” Mrs. Kendall asked.

“The bike is my birthday present,” he said.

Obviously, Justin doesn’t come from a poor family, she thought.

Justin continued to smoke, taking deep inhales and measured exhales, just like a person who had been smoking for years would do. In fact, he had not been smoking for that long. He received his training through vaping. He took bigger drags in an effort to match the smoke output from vaping. Consequently, he reeked of smoke most of the time. This begged a very obvious question.

“Do your parents know you smoke?” Mrs. Kendall asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “They don’t allow it in the house and they won’t buy my cigarettes.”

“Well,” Mrs. Kendall said, “Good for them.”

Justin took one final huge drag from his cigarette before tossing the butt out the window. As he exhaled the final cloud of smoke, he rolled the window up, trapping the majority of it in the car.

“Roll it down,” Mrs. Kendall ordered. “Let my car air out first before you roll it back up.”

“Okay,” Justin said, rolling the window back down.

He pulled out another cigarette and lit up. The rolled-down window gave him another opportunity to have another one, so why not?

Mrs. Kendall, for her part, did not complain. She watched him torch up his lighter in the corner of her eye, this time with interest. And the first though that came to her mind was, why can’t this kid just be 20 years older?

But that was as far as she was going to let that thought go.

Despite her infamous family history, Mrs. Kendall was not a religious person. But after everything she did today, she was sure she was going to hell.

And so began an interesting friendship.

[yevonscribbles]

Gay Grumps

One shot of Bobby Catmull doing a gaming stream with a very confused Gideon Grey. Yes its a play on Game Grumps blame a certain Hyena in a sports bra! @hyenainasportsbra

“Welcome back to Catmull Stream! I am your host Bobby Catmull and joining me today is a very special guest, my amazing partner Gideon Grey! Say hi babe!” The cougar smiled as he talked into an expensive looking mic. His lean figure sitting comfortably in a love seat in the spare bedroom that had become his recording studio. His set up had several computer monitors so he could be active with his viewers on the stream. Sitting next to the large cat was a pudgy fox who was both excited and nervous.

“Erm… Hi everybody! Ah am Gideon and I usually just cook…” The fox gave his boyfriend an awkward smile. The cat eagerly gave his partner a thumbs up. “Ah just want to thank all ya viewers for making Bobby so happy and successful, it means the world!”

“Awww thanks babe, looks like all the mammals in the chat are excited to see you! I talk about you all the time but this is your first time on the couch with me.” Bobby couldn’t contain his excitement with his tail whipping back and forth. “Now, love, I know you’re not the biggest gamer so I picked a fun platformer to get you started.” The cougar handed his boyfriend a square controller and started up one of the many consoles in front of the pair.

“Umm… what's a platformer?” Gideon asked with some confusion. He knew how important this was for Bobby and was getting nervous about making a fool of himself. The large cat let out a laugh and gave the fox a nuzzle.

“It’s better to learn by doing.” Bobby said with a grin. With that, the game was on and the pair was jumping around and smooshing mushroom people in all the game’s virtual glory. At first, the fox was really worried but the gamer cat encouraged his mate. Soon, the pair was laughing and enjoying their time. After a few hours, the pair decided to stop the stream for the night and make dinner.

“Thank you all for tuning in today! An extra special thank you to all of our donors today! Without you I would just be living off Gid’s kindness!” The large mammal was obviously tired but his excitement was obvious.

“Aw babe, ah love ya.” The fox gave the cougar a quick kiss. “Ah had a lot of fun, ya might have a recurring guest.” The pair laughed as they waved good-bye and closed out the steam. The fox helped his boyfriend out of the love seat with a few pops of his back. Once up, the larger mammal wrapped his arms around the smaller fox.

“Thank you for joining me Gid. I know you were nervous but I had a lot of fun and we got a lot of donors from this stream!” The cat nuzzled his boyfriend.

“Ah don’t think we did so bad… Ah might have lost mah cool a few times but the viewers seemed to love it.” He enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in the larger mammals arms. They had been dating for a few months and the larger cat had always begged the fox to game with him. Gideon always felt he would mess up too much but finally gave in to the cat’s wishes.

“Heck yeah they did!” Bobby said with some pride. “We might have to call ourselves the Gay Grumps or something!”

“Ah don’t think anyone would want to watch two people yelling at a game!” Gideon laughed and pulled away from the cougar. “Come on babe, lets go eat, ah am hungry!” The pair made their way to the kitchen. Bobby gave the fox’s rump a playful squeeze.

“Ah might be in the mood for something else you sexy fox.” Bobby said playfully.

“Yer horrible!” Gideon said with a blush. The fox smiled to himself, he had really enjoyed himself spending some quality time with the cougar. With the added bonus of some intimate times with the larger mammal. Maybe the fox could get used to being an internet celebrity.

[bookofmormonmemes]

ive been tagged

@swan-darkwingsOk so idk if this is allowed i should probably be doing this on my main blog but idc this got me excited umm @swan-darkwings tagged this blog in this thing and so now i owe her my life. and this post. so here

disclaimer: i. talk. way. too. much.

Rules: answer 30 questions then tag 20 people you’d like to know better

Nicknames: usually just lillie but in the past i went by Lemon and then Lavender and i had some friends who called me Impossible and i had one friend who called me Bug. but i dont really use any of those anymore cus pokemon sun & moon introduced a character named lillie and inspired me to reclaim the proper spelling of my name. representation matters

Gender: moooostly cis female right now but im probably actually some form of nonbinary im not sure at the moment

Star Sign: aquarius

MBTI Type: literally no idea. Ive taken like 8 different variations of the test and they all gave me something different. the last one i took gave me i think enfj but it included percentages of how much of each trait you had over the opposite trait and i was just barely squeaking by in like all of them. maybe i dont have a personality

Height: 5’3” and all my younger siblings are either currently taller than me or going to be taller fairly soon [cries]

Time: 11:01 pm currently but imma queue this thing to post in the morning so who knows

Birthday: february 17th and i expect all of you to send presents

Fav Bands: mmm owl city & oingo boingo

Fav solo artists: taylor swift, lindsey stirling, wait owl city is technically a solo artist too isnt he huh

Song stuck in my mind: this one like...omgsh it’s in a bunch of vines and i have no idea what it’s called but it’s like a. it’s like a saxophone i think? Or some kind of brass/woodwind thingy and it’s like agh it doesn’t have words but the notes are like a long C and then it goes up to a short A E G and then A E D and those few notes are like perpetually stuck in my head and if anyone could tell me what song it is i would be forever grateful

Last movie watched: shrek 2 but only the first half cus i got distracted by something on tumblr

Last show watched: a bunch of random adventure time clips on youtube

When did I create my blog: umm this ones been around for i think a month? ish?? a little more than a month? Idk my memory is trash. but ive had my main blog for like four years

What do I post abt: extreme couponing

Last thing I googled: the definition of ‘incur’ to make sure i was using it right when i said i didn’t want to incur the wrath of georgia w. bello’s ghost

Do you have other blogs: as a matter of fact

Why did you choose your url: cus i wasnt gonna let someone else choose it for me (ง'̀-'́)ง

Following: 301...could do with some more

Followers: 338...could do with some more (actually though this blog is the one with the most followers and it absolutely blows my mind, my main blog has 156 followers and the rest have like <15)

Fav Color: all shades of purple, all shades of pink, most shades of yellow (though the yellow part is a fairly recent development that i entirely blame on steven universe, thanks rebecca sugar. and thank you patti lupone)

Average hours of sleep: hahaha you expect me to do Math during Summer

Lucky number: 17 and pretty much anything with 7, also 39

Instruments: took a year of piano in 2nd grade (which DOES count absolutely 100%) and then violin from 5th-10th grade

What i’m wearing: brown tank top and polka dotted jammie pants that im suddenly realizing are the colors of the ace pride flag, shout out to all my awesome ace followers

How many blankets do I sleep with: there are currently 5 on my bed and ideally i would sleep under all of them. however this is summer so i just suffer

Dream job: if i could get paid for memeing i would be so happy...but honestly im gonna be going to school to be an english teacher which is my realistic dream job that i can very easily picture myself being very happy doing. my unrealistic dream job would be a disney face character which Could be realistic if i lived near any disney parks, and of course itd be amazing to make it as a full-time author or actor but i dont have the patience or confidence to really pursue those super seriously lol

Dream trip: round the world honestly. currently my top dream destinations are ireland, colombia, iceland, the phillippines, and the middle of the ocean

Fav food: okay this is very specific but a tuna fish sandwich except the tuna is mixed with a spoonful of mayonnaise, a squirt of mustard, and a handful of chopped cucumber and/or celery. bonus if you add lettuce or tomatoes or dill pickles. it’s the best lunch ever and it’s technically healthy and i love it so much

aand that’s all the questions so as far as the tagging goes i want to tag all of you because i want to get to know literally all of you so much but 338 is more than 20 so im just gonna go down the top 20 in my notes

@tanosoka@j-the-latter-gay-saint@beepala@inariedwards@hair-fiber@likenolion@afterlifeincorporated​​​​​​​@tanosoka@trellyellyoxenfree @thepoetrytheoristcalledmoriarty @beepala @deetledeet @inariedwards @afterlifeincorporated @tanosoka @j-the-latter-gay-saint @merlissa @likenolion @hair-fiber

@truefactsaboutlies@clever-cyborg@burnt-kloverfield@ariannadon@enigmaris@kensalyn477@bean--teen@beauty-in-the-falcon​​​​​​​​ @truefactsaboutlies @nermrod @clever-cyborg @burnt-kloverfield @ariannadon @enigmaris @kensalyn477 @bean--teen @beauty-in-the-falcon

(i do actually honestly want to get to know you specific individuals i recognize almost all and apprecitate all of you in my notes, though absolutely feel free to not do this if u dont wanna. And if you see this and werent tagged and wanna do it UR TAGGED ANYWAY I REALLY LEGIT WANNA GET TO KNOW U)

anyways thank you for reading and we will get back to our regularly scheduled memeage momentarily

[bennet-darcy]

do all of the asks if your up for it !

I’m putting this under a read more because wow, it got long. 

Sunrises: What is something you are looking forward to?

I’m really, very excited to have my exams over with, and to have finished my first year of uni! My last exam is on the 30th, so I’ll be done soon, yay! 

Also, once I’m done with exams, I’m going to be going home to California for a bit to visit family, which I’m very excited about! Then after that, I’ll be going to Colorado to see my friends and family there, which I am also very excited about! 

Honeybees: What is something you have done recently that you are proud of? It can be anything at all, even just waking up every morning.

Since I’m getting ready to move back home to the US, I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on my time here in the UK, and I feel really proud of myself for what I’ve accomplished in this amount of time. Moving to London, I had no connections. No friends or family here to make the transition easier. I was 5000 miles away from everyone I knew. The first few weeks living here were really rough, and I was constantly homesick, and fearful about the simplest things: going to get groceries, going to class, etc. 

After about 2 months, though, I made some really great friends and developed great connections with lots of people at my uni, and a few from outside uni, as well. I feel really comfortable with living in London, and being on my own, and taking care of myself, now. It’s been a huge learning experience and I’m really very proud of myself for developing sort of a life for myself here. 

Okay sorry for that novel, but yes. I’m proud of myself for what I’ve accomplished in the past 9 months, living in London. 

Roller skating: What are your hobbies?

Recently, I’ve been taking dance fitness classes that are really a lot of fun. I’ve been enjoying that, a lot. I sometimes take random walks throughout the city, and check out local landmarks. When I was living at home, I played the violin every once in a while, but I’ve been out of practice for so long at this point, I probably don’t know how to play anymore, tbh. I also enjoy reading and cooking/baking (but with cooking/baking, I have to be in the right Mood to enjoy it?) Yeah. 

Stars: What are your favorite blogs?

http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk/

http://www.thescienceofdeduction.co.uk/

Poppy flowers: What are your favorite flowers?

This…. I can’t.. Please don’t do this to me. I have way too many favorites, I cannot choose. Some of my favorites in no particular order are: roses, peonies, tulips, daisies, lavender, sunflowers, and carnations  

Lemonade: What is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you?

!!!!!!!! warning: gay screaming ahead !!!!!!!!

Okay so. At this point, you all know that uh, I’m gay, and that Devan is incredible and so lovely and a very important person in my life. 

So. For Valentine’s Day, she made me a video thing? It was a compilation of clips from movies/tv shows that, all held some significance to either me or her, or both of us. She included clips from Love Actually (which is a fave for both of us), Ghostbusters (the first movie we had gone to see together), Pride and Prejudice (my favorite movie in the world), Moulin Rouge (another movie that we had watched together), The Office (a show that we both enjoy) and Sherlock (because sherlock and john are gay and in love and lovely, also Devan and I sort of began talking with each other because of Sherlock so :’) ) 

But yes, that was probably one of the sweetest things that anyone has done for me. It was just !!!! so customized, and each clip had special significance, and I can tell she put a lot of thought into it, and I cried so much when she sent it to me, and it still makes me tear up when I watch it. Wow. Literally just. Wow. Have I mentioned that she’s incredible? Oh my gosh.

Okay, gay screaming over. Sorry for being a sappy mess. 

Dogs: What do you look for in friends?

Usually it’s important to me that the other person and I have at least a few things in common with each other, such as a common interest. I think that’s what the majority of my friendships have been based on. 

Other than that, it’s really nice when I find someone that has the same sense of humor as me. 

Painting: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

I’ve always thought pastel colored hair is soooo pretty and cool looking! Light purple and light pink hair, especially. But I feel like I really would Not be able to pull it off. So uh. I’ll stick with brown hair, thanks. 

Smiles: What is the greatest compliment you have ever received? What is a compliment you wish someone would give you?

Okay so I don’t know if this is the greatest compliment I’ve ever received, but this is the one that’s most current and fresh in my mind, so I’ll share this one: 

On Thursday, I went to my last class of the year, which was my “Counselling Psychology” class. My teacher for that class, Augusta, is my favorite teacher I’ve EVER had. I really admire her a lot, and she teaches really well, and just has a great personality. 

Anyway, I was a bit early to class on Thursday morning, and it was just her and I in the classroom. So during this time, she says, “Amber, I just wanted to tell you, I’ve just finished grading all of the coursework for this class, and your presentation as well as your reflective essay were incredible. You’re very good in this subject, and I can tell that you’re passionate about it. I hope you continue to study psychology because I know you would do well in this field. You’re a very bright young lady.” AND I LITERALLY JUST ABOUT DIED! (And I low-key cried a little bit.)

I just !?!??!??! Coming from her, that meant SO much to me, because I admire her so much, so to hear that was just so meaningful and great. 

Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?

Read Pride and Prejudice, watch Pride and Prejudice, and listen to the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack. jkgsjkghsjg. I’m (kind of) joking. Umm?? I don’t know. I think my “Top 25 Most Played” playlist on my itunes sums me up pretty well. It’s a mix of Classical music, Ed Sheeran, Phantom of the Opera, Enya, Christmas music, and Pride and Prejudice. 

Dancing: Describe your dream date.

Fun fact (or, a rather depressing fact): I’ve actually never been on a proper date, so this is all brand new to me, and I’m basing this answer on theory, rather than previous experience.

But um. I feel like I’m pretty low maintenance, in this regard. Cuddling and watching movies with someone sounds ideal, honestly. Or just like. Taking a nap. fjksdhgkj. Other than that, like if we’re actually GOING somewhere, maybe like? A museum or art gallery? The aquarium, maybe? I don’t know jdgksghk. My lack of experience with this is really showing, oops. 

Rainbows: What always makes you feel better when you’re sad?

I call my mom and tell her what’s going on, and she’s always able to help me feel better about basically anything. I love my momma. 

I also like watching comedy movies/tv shows when I’m feeling sad. I’ve been watching a lot of Brooklyn 99 lately. 

Beaches: If you could go anywhere in the world, right this moment, where would you go?

Right this moment? Nowhere. I’m comfortable in bed, and I don’t wanna move. 

Cats: What do you like to do on lazy days?

Sleep in as late as possible, stay in pajamas all day, bake cookies/cupcakes, watch a movie. Something along those lines. 

Sunflowers: What do you want other people to think of you?

Umm.. I hope others think of me as being a kind, trustworthy, caring person. That’s so cliche and cheesy, but that’s really what’s most important to me. 

Laughter: List 5 things that make you happy.

Watching my favorite movie

Sleeping in late

Spending time with people I love 

Eating my favorite food 

Petting cats and dogs 

Balloons: When do you feel most like yourself?

I really enjoy traveling. It’s a really exciting, fulfilling feeling to have the opportunity to travel to places I’ve not been before. I feel most like myself when I’m wandering around a new city/country, trying to understand the geography, the language, the culture, etc. 

Daisies: What is your favorite quote?

“You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” - Mr. Darcy 

Trees: Name one thing you have learned this past year that has made you a better person?

I have learned that my life and my decisions are not dependent on anyone else’s opinions or expectations. It’s up to me to create a life that I feel satisfied with, regardless of how it makes other people feel. 

Polaroids: What is your favorite thing about yourself?

I’m a very dedicated person, and a very hard worker. I’m confident in my abilities to achieve the things that I want. 

Sunsets: If you could paint the sky any colors, what would they be?

I love when the sky turns that pink/purple color during sunset! It’s so nice, and I wish it would stay that color forever. 

[tivafan-yupthatsme]

For your Pride Month Ask: 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 17, & 18!! 😁👍🏻🏳️‍🌈

Yay finally answering because I had them all finished but forgot to post! 😂🙄1: what is your sexuality?-You know I'm still not 100% sure. But right now I'd say I'm bi. Because it's hard to accept yourself and I'm still looking for the answers I want. 2: what do you identify as?-Female. 3: how long have you been aware of your sexuality/identity-I think I've comes to terms with it and being out with it for about... maybe a year and a half? Could be more, could be less. Although I think I started considering I was bi since 7th gradeish? But I mean all those crushes I had then were itty bitty so I guess I never thought much of it until I got older. (Honestly at times I have no idea what my sexuality is).5: share a positive memory about coming out!-Oh geez I haven't really came out irl, like two of my friends and one of them consider themselves possibly bi too. But umm I constantly get support for you guys on here!!! Especially when I'm struggling to figure out what my sexuality is because sometimes I like both or neither. 7: do you participate in pride related events? any other events?-Ah I wish I could!!! I live in a pretty conservative area and don't feel comfortable being able to do that kind of stuff! I have been offered to go to pride parades before but I always end having something to do that day. 8: how do you feel about lgbtqa roles in media?-I think there should be more and especially on a younger level. I grew up with a gay Uncle and was use to that part of the lgbtqa community but the older I got the more uncomfortable I became with lesbians and bi people. I know it seems odd that I wouldn't be use to these kind of people considering I grew up with it. I know for a fact if I also other parts of the lgbtqa community roles in the media I'd understand better. It's taken me forever to get where I am now and I don't have a problem with lesbians or bi people. I'm hoping this didn't sound as terrible as it seems and I'm getting my point across. 17: what’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to lgbtqa characterization in media?-Honestly I don't watch a lot of shows with lgbtqa characters or read any books. And that's just because all the shows that do (that I know of) I'm usually not interested in watching them. 18: what’s your favorite parts of lgbtqa characterization in media?-Terrible because the only way I can relate to this is through Sailor Moon/Sailor Moon Crystal because I watched the anime when I was younger and I've read the manga and watched the anime now so I just like them to be happy and kick ass and cute together?