Words have power in this world. No matter how much people insist that ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.’
This is never really the case.
Your words, your suffering. Words can hurt and they do hurt. Ignoring this fact, or even using that phrase as some kind of excuse that they were weak isn’t true.
You don’t know their situation. You don’t know what they’ve been thru.
So, kindly shut the hell up. If you want to complain. Complain somewhere else where you can’t hurt anybody. Because behind all this, we are just people, people behind screens and no matter what you say, no matter what situation we are in.
Remember that. Because we may seem special with our talents with writing or whatever we have been given. But at our very cores, we are people. People with lives, and people with feelings.
Last night, I was so fucking excited for the Loki finale. When I watched it, I loved it. I was prepared to give my thoughts to my friends, only to fine that most were negative or critical. Now I get that people are allowed to have their opinions and it’s okay that some of different from mine, but my anxiety makes me struggle with differing views. And I felt like I couldn’t get my opinion in. I respect my friends, but my mind made me feel very alone.
I talked with another friend who also liked the finale and gave me words of encouragement that helped make my day better.
“Think about how excited Tom and the Loki crew would be to hear how much you liked it!”
For anyone who liked the series, there’s something to make you feel better.
It’s been a long, emotional day over of the opinions I stumble upon and I’m very tired. My mind has been pudding for a majority of the day. I’m working on accepting differing opinions and although I think I’m improving, there are still things to work on.
In conclusion: Loki season one was fucking fantastic and no one can take that away from me, it’s just hard sometimes to see people that don’t agree with that.
I feel like this tumblr is just slowly turning into “look at this gay shit I made” and most of it is inspired by my muse, my heart, my love, my fantastic girlfriend. She is the most pure soul, she cares about others so deeply and truly and sees them through their best moments. There are moments that break my heart because I know she doesn’t see herself the way I see her, in fact I may have yelled at her over text tonight because I was so mad at her for not giving herself compassion, it hurt my heart to see it. When she didn’t respond I was terrified and I know that I would fall apart if I was to lose her. I’m not sure that I ever believed that I could find my soul mate, I knew other people had them but I didn’t think it was in the cards for me, until I met her. She is my other half, the one who gets me more than I get myself. We joke that we have one brain that’s been split between two people, and to some extent that’s true, both of us are shit at remembering anything due to crazy medical stuff but in the words of her dad “you guys seem like two peas in a pod - both chatty, almost a whole brain between the two of you. Let’s just hope that you remember the opposite things and not the same half of the information” anyways that’s my gushy gross rant about my love but honestly I don’t have many places I feel safe to brag so I take full advantage of the ones I do have ♥️
Umm, also, I’m annoyed, so here’s one extra thought to get pissed off at me about, I guess…
Having white friends is not the same as passing for white. It is not. That was kind of my whole point.
Fellow POC: Would your white friends say exactly the same shit to you if you, too, were white? I don’t know your friends! Maybe they would! From my personal experience, I doubt that’s the case.
Honestly, that’s for the best because people shouldtake your life experience into account when they speak to you. Shouldn’t they? It can be racist, true, but it can also be a way of respecting you. It can function both ways.
Best case scenario is that white people are just as kind and considerate and open-minded when we aren’t around. That would be great. It’s not the norm, though, which is shitty.
Sometimes, I’m in the room as the token Romani. Sometimes, I’m just another pale face. The room is different for me, depending.
White-passing is a completely different experience than having white friends. There are some obvious parallels to draw here, and you’re all smart enough to draw them. Don’t treat this like it’s the same thing.
I’m not trying to discount anyone’s opinion based on this bias alone, but it’s really bothering me. If you don’t believe me, ask a white-passing BIPOC that you know personally. See what they think. You might not like my opinions, particularly today, but I can’t let that weird take slide by unacknowledged.
All the posts where creators have updated and reblogged their hairs have revealed to me that there are a bunch of posts I’ve “liked” and the likes are showcased on the posts themselves but those posts are not saved in my collections of likes!
Why has Tumblr eaten my likes!? I don’t think I’ll ever know how many things are out there that I’ve liked but Tumblr has decided it doesn’t want to keep track of them. I often give things likes so I can get back to them! I have a system! If it doesn’t actually save them the system is completely thrown off! Agh!
I would like to make clear that I’m NOT ddlg, since I am, in fact a minor(it literally says that in my header) You cannot just assume that I am or any other minor on this blog is part of kink. A good amount of them are my mutuals and they are all SFW. So think what you want about me, but I know the truth about myself and what I take part in and I have nothing to feel guilty for. Have a nice day and I hope one day you’ll understand that you’re sadly mistaken and there’s no need for this blog to attack us.
wtf is going on with all the UI changes? Can we just go back to how it was like 2 days ago when there wasn’t either needless buttons that don’t work or moving stuff around to actively make my life more difficult?
I finally get the bracelet that I’ve been wanting for over a year now which was when I first tried it on and it was ✨PERFECT ✨
Fast forward to now… and it doesn’t fit, it’s way too big and that’s the smallest size they do and now I can’t have the bracelet I’ve been wanting.
The thing is, this has really upset me. Yes I want to lose as much weight as I can and be as small as I can but the realisation of not being able to have nice things because they’re “too big” for you is crushing
I don’t know if anyone else has found this and how you’ve dealt with the situation
I made this blog for the express purposes of helping people who needed the information I have placed here. If you do not agree with the beliefs I have placed here, then there is no need to get into a theological rant because unfortunately, I’m only qualified to the extent that I have been taught about religion in my family. I will not tolerate people pushing their beliefs on another person, nor admonishing the beliefs of another. I made this tumblr as a safe space for people of all beliefs who would be willing to work with each other without a blasted fight or theological rant. There are thousands of paths up the mountain, but they all lead to the same peak.
So i found these panels while doing a random marvel lore dive (which i do when im bored and wanna know more of character) and it popped up under a discussion of if Strange is gay.
And I’m sure (or hope) the artist had a good reason for the one thing that bothered me. Strange’s face in the second panel. It just.
Wow.
You can see where his cheek bones are supposed to be….and his mouth goes high above that. And his beard stretches to accommodate. It looks like he was supposed to be looking up, but only the eyes, nose, and mouth were drawn for that. Then the head was just kept the same face forward look.
I don’t wanna diss the artist, and i am in no way an expert or professional yet to judge others, but like….that was a wow.
Also i like giving Doctor Strange eyes similar to Benedict’s on how they can change.
about to delete this dudes number bc we’ve never really met and he won’t stop calling me babe and sweetie and I’ve asked him not to and it’s just weird at this point he has not earned the right to call me stuff like that
I can understand people being afraid of spiders. I can understand wanting to avoid spiders. But I love spiders. And one thing I can’t stand about a lot of people scared of spiders, is the irrational hatred of them. The urge to have them killed. I’ve had people look at me like I was disgusting for saying I liked spiders.
Here’s the thing. I understand fear of an animal. I am petrified of scorpions and bats. Now I’ve never actually been near a scorpion, but they wig me out even in imagery. Bats are another issue. Where I live trees are often home to fruit bats, massive winged devils that like to randomly drop from trees on my nightly commute home. Loud miscreants that like to screech and chitter outside my windows at night. They make the hair on my arms stand on end.
But I will never say I hate bats. I will never say I hate scorpions. I would never want the death of one simply because they existed in the same vicinity as me. I would never tell someone enthusiastic about either of these animals that have as much right to live on this planet as I do, that they were gross or weird for liking these animals. But I get so many negative comments when I say I like spiders. Even from some of my closest friends. I talk about how I think the cobalt blue tarantula is a pretty spider and how I’d like to see one up close one day, I get told that I better wash my hands after if I touch it. I get told if I bring a spider near them they’ll kill it.
I understand fear. But I don’t tolerate turning fear into a reason for hatred, in any sort of way. And that stems beyond spiders and scorpions and bats. If you justify being hateful and cruel to something or someone because of fear… I don’t think we’d be friends.
