For Anyone Who Needs To Hear This.

did you know? that the word "amateur" is most often used as an insult to people who aren't good at some skill, but the word actually comes from the french word for "lover (of something)" or "one who has a fondness for something" and is meant to represent people who pursue a skill by their own accord because it interests them personally and they want to learn more about it for no other reason than that it brings them happiness and fulfillment rather than because it might have some monetary value? i just thought that was interesting

This. This right here.

Damn I really be feeling myself today.💗 https://www.instagram.com/p/CBGZNw9JSy7GKA2BHjAxuE6GHrha8O22pPecF40/?igshid=m1kli8ddc6y6

Ok, update time! So for a while I have been kind of living off of T-shirts and shorts, but recently my mom took me clothes shopping for the first time in like 5 years. Now it’s not bc I don’t like clothes shopping, I just forgot to do so along with some probable self image issues. However, in this new look I feel like a whole new person! I also got my hair dyed this Monday by the AMAZING Erica Wilson, if you need an excuse to get your hair done, go see Erica! These past few days have been really good for me, I didn’t know I needed this. For those who know me, I don’t really think of my own self care as much I think and put others emotional health before my own. (I’m not trying to sound egotistical, that’s just how I’m programmed.) I’m really happy how these past few days have turned out for me. If you need time to get some self care, do it. Taking care of yourself, whether it’s getting a makeover or just taking a day off, is not selfish or self centered. We all need some time to refuel, never be ashamed of making sure you’re ok too.😊❤️ (at The Salon Professional Academy Dallas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B22kFyGJcE80pO7Q78pux9DDyxLf6mJeyDCqX00/?igshid=1bki5o79xwzw8

I saw this posted on twt but haven’t seen it on tumblr yet:

Y’ALL.

QUANNAH CHASINGHORSE

UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT.

BTS:

Didn’t he freeze to death in an episode though? Or was One Topic mistaken?

i only want to live a moomin life. no major worries, growing vegetables, picking flowers, cooking and eating, drinking homemade fruit juices and going to the beach whenever i want

I swear people now think they’re entitled to know every queer person that could possibly be around them. NO ONE IS ENTITLED TO MAKE ANYONE COME OUT. Let’s learn our lesson from Kit Connor and just allow people to be who they are without trying to speculate or force them to come out. At the end of the day we don’t know these celebrities and have no right to their private information.

With the whole “Taylor swift is gay” article going around I want to talk about my hatred for the “gaydar” and speculation about people’s identities.

I genuinely hate it when someone talks about a celebrity (or anyone) and they say “are you sure they aren’t a little fruity?” To any feminine guy or masculine woman. It makes me so angry beyond words. Now, if you know me, you know I like Ben Schwartz. I talk about him all the time. Every time I show videos of him people around me always ask “oh are you sure he isn’t gay” men can fucking like theater, or improv or art and not be gay. Not be LGBT. It’s fucking sickening.

People even say this about me sometimes , which is different as I am LGBT. But even if I wasn’t it still isn’t ok to just walk up to someone and go “hey are you *limp wrist*” like it just. AAHSHFJWJFHIWHDUWIEJ STOP. Like I get it, it’s cool finding other LGBT people, but stop putting people into fucking boxes. Stop assuming people’s sexualities. It doesn’t matter if they are a celebrity or a random Joe. Just stop.

No one owes you anything. You don’t need to know. Just. Fucking. Stop.

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

I find it unfathomable and astounding that Tumblr isn't more obsessed with Sam Reich. You're telling me there exists out there a man who was born into the aristocracy of our country—with every privilege of modern society at his fingertips—who didn't complete high school (due to his mental health) and instead chose to devote his life to making strangers laugh and raising awareness on mental health. A full-bearded short king who is so committed to being the change he wants to see in the world that he decided to take the company he worked for into his own hands so that he could make sure all the people who worked under him could keep their livelihoods.

How many other CEOs are out here being as honest and transparent with their target audience/market as Sam Reich is? How many of them acknowledge when they fumble and continuously strive to be better than they were? How many of them actually seem like they respect their talent, both in the cast and crew? Sam Reich is the standard we should be holding other CEOs to.

But forget about all that (I could talk for a long time about the respect I have for Sam Reich)—ignore just how respectable he is as a businessman and a person. Ignore all the wholesome reasons for obsessing over Sam Dalton Reich.

The man is a stone-cold fox.

He's a little chaos gremlin and an absolute evil mastermind all rolled into one classy suit and well-groomed beard. Whenever Sam is on the set, you can guarantee he is going to make you crack a smile. And for someone with such natural authority, he's never afraid to be the butt of a joke and show himself being embarrassed. Go ahead, watch any clip of him trying to improvise in No Laugh Newsroom and just try to resist that blush.

You're sleeping on a goldmine of a man, here, damnit! And I will NOT let this go ignored any longer!