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The 3 stages of a cat yawn

Stage 1: cute tiny “O”-mouth.

Stage 2: sticky the tongue out real far

Stage 3: ENtirE FacE SPLItS opEn LiKE a lOVecRAFTIAn hoRROR, REvEALInG aN eNDLESS pIT of poiNts ANd blaDES oH GOD

Hello, I´d like to share with you and your followers something I got from a writer in my fandom years ago. They left already but their words stuck with me. I´m going to share the wisdom with you in my own words.

Every time you get notes/kudos, imagine real people standing in front of you. Did you get 20 kudos? It might seem like it´s not much but would you fit so many people into your livingroom? It´s 20 REAL PEOPLE who decided to read your work and liked it. Imagine giving each of them a hug!

Did you get 50 kudos? Giving 50 hugs would take some time but you could give them cookies instead. Imagine 50 cookies. It´s a lot!

Did you get 100 kudos? Go to a mall and count 100 people, you´ll see it´s actually a lot more than you thought when you saw the number.

Did you get 500 kudos? 1 000? Well, it starts getting a bit overwhelming when you imagine such a crowd but it´s AMAZING that you made so many people happy with your writing. And you´d need a living room the size of a cncert hall to fit them all in :)

mr. darcy: i love you. most ardently.

elizabeth bennet:

Okay, but seriously on the topic of straight people being so overly concerned about their children being exposed to homosexuality…

As some of you know, I am a makeup artist in a holistic beauty boutique in a very wealthy area of eastern New York. The week before Halloween I was offering simple costume makeup designs for both adults and children. So my last client of the evening was a 15 year old girl who came in to get her makeup done for the Halloween dance at her school. I was enjoying a conversation with both the girl and her mother when suddenly the topic of transgender came up. I got a little nervous because I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I hear people speaking negatively about these sorts of topics and as I mentioned, my store is in a very upscale, white, conservative area…

Anyway, the girl starts telling us that her friend prefers to be a boy now. She says it very simply and comfortably and it made me happy to see her talk about it as if it was really no big deal.

Her mother says

“How does she even know what transgender is though? She’s a little young to be making a decision like that. I really think the media is taking things too far with all this gay stuff. I’m not against it or anything, but didn’t you just tell me two boys in your class are dating too?”

The girl said that yes, two boys she knew were dating and another boy she knew was gay also. (And she also corrected the pronouns her mother used for her friend)

“I don’t mind that she knows that homosexuality is,” the mother said. “But I don’t think it should be taught at such a young age. Did you know it’s on Disney channel now?”

It took me a moment to respond, I just kept painting the girl’s face until I could figure out what I wanted to say.

“Well,” I said. “We tend to teach heterosexuality literally from the time a child is born. Most children’s books and movies are even centered around a romance of some kind like a Prince and a Princess for example. There’s rarely a children’s movie that comes out where the main male and female character don’t end up marrying each other in the end. If we don’t have a problem flooding our children’s minds with heterosexuality from the time they are able to sit up and watch a movie on their own, what is so wrong with showing them two boys or two girls being in love? We aren’t showing them sex. We aren’t showing them anything inappropriate. Since when is love inappropriate? If we show them love in all it’s forms (be it gay or straight) from an early age, they will see that it’s all perfectly normal and natural and maybe we can finally put homophobic the past…”

The woman considered this for a second and then said “I just feel like they see it and then they start to think that they might be too.”

“And maybe they are. But isn’t it better for them to know that it’s okay? They aren’t hurting anyone.”

Then the girl said. “No ones going around just thinking they are gay because they know what gay is, mom. I know what a chicken is, that doesn’t mean I’m going to wake up tomorrow and start clucking.”

I loved this kid. I hope she does well in all of her endeavors

About Me

My name is Micha, I’m 16 years old. I am non-binary, and use they/them/theirs. I am not new to tumblr, nor it’s drama, and have created this as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings. I hope to post regularly here, and look forward to using this platform once more - but this time with more purpose. 

The reason I chose my username (write-dreamer-survivor) is because it is who I am in three words. Writer. I am a writer, and that is one of the biggest aspects of who I am. I will always write, whether it be poetry, plays, or novellas. Dreamer. I am a dreamer, I dream of so many things - falling in love, getting married, becoming a well known author. I dream of a future where humanity can be at peace. Survivor. I am a survivor of sexual assault, self-harm, and depression. It’s an ongoing struggle, but I will continue to fight as I have for the past years. 

I am by no means important or influential, but I do hope to make a positive impact on the world in some way. Hopefully this blog can be a part of that. I look forward to a future with all of you in it. 

sometimes I hate how much modern clothing is determined to show women’s bodies

like if it’s not skimpy, it’s skin-tight- leggings, skinny jeans, bodycon dresses, etc.

doing historical costuming has made me hyper-aware of just how “on display” my body is when I’m wearing normal modern outfits, and it affects my behavior. don’t bend over to pick things up at work because men will stare at your ass. sit differently so you don’t show stomach rolls. a guy running a pop-up stand next to my shop commented so much on how I had “great legs” that I didn’t wear leggings and skirts- one of my favorite winter outfit combinations -for the rest of the season

there’s a certain freedom in medium-to-long skirts and skirt supports, I find: the freedom to define what people see of my body. men won’t stop being creepy no matter what women wear, but I like that kind of dramatic body re-framing. you don’t get to see my legs and hips, Creepy Guys. you get to see a massive bell skirt, or a bustle, or an upended trumpet flower shape. my body is to be seen only by those I’ve chosen to trust, not the world at large

of course, empowerment is different for different women. some feel comfortable and powerful showing as much of their shape as possible, and I applaud them in doing exactly that. what pisses me off is the pressure from the fashion industry for all of us to be empowered by the same thing…a thing that just so happens to tie in with the diet industry and the cosmetics industry. it’s easier to sell the idea that you have to be hairless and smooth and thin and blemish-free when it’s all on display

sometimes I just wish I could go about in a hoop skirt and a t-shirt that says “fuck off” in delicate script

Accepting Myself

I struggle with self-acceptance, as I’m sure many of us do. There are sides of me that I hate, things that make me sick. But I can acknowledge these things, understand that as of right now, they are a part of me - and from there, I can work on overcoming them. 

These are things I would like to share with you, and maybe one day I will, but as of right now, they are private to me. The reason I want to share these things is so that those who struggle with it know that they are not alone, that there are others out here who are facing the same things. 

With my security in who I am, I can now work on my other insecurities. My body, my voice, etc. Things I am self conscious about, and that I don’t like about me. We can all work together for self acceptance, and when I get better I promise I’ll pull all of you up with me. 

due to personal reasons i have decided to stop making sense to anyone. i will not be accepting constructive criticism nor will i be taking any questions at this or any other time

me daydreaming in class, not retaining anything