One Of The Best Ones Is ‘Dogman In Barn.’

I’m too lazy to find these things myself, so I’m reblogging other people. (:

everyone needs to look at her blog because she is one of the best people i have ever seen ever

I feel really crappy about myself and Idk why. I basically do everything I do just to make other people laugh or at least feel a little better, because when I make other people happy then it make me happy. But today, it just feels like I can’t make anyone happy. I usually turn to scrolling through my dashboard, but that’s just reminding me that my posts are basically guaranteed to not even have a chance to make anyone happy, let alone be noticed. Sorry the length! Needed to get that out.

1. don’t worry about it. this blog is built for the followers and you never have to worry about annoying me with anything.

2. i’ve dealt wit some similar stuff and i’m really sorry that you’re going through this, those emotions are super tough. something that i’ve found in life is that you need to live your life for yourself. that doesn’t mean that you are selfish or ignore the needs of others, but your life is just that- yours. so try and work toward making yourself happy just as much as you would anyone else. it improves your life immensely and it actually ends up making others happier as well.

hope you start to feel better, sending you all my love💕🌸

Tip for straight people: If someone comes out as not straight or not cisgender, don’t say anything like ‘Why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ or ‘Why did you wait to tell me?’ or something like that. It makes the other person feel horrible. If the person is super casual about it, then maybe something like ‘Wait, what?’ or ‘Really? Good for you,’ but never say anything that might be taken in a negative way if the person who came out seems stressed or nervous or give the impression of ‘it's okay if you hate me.’ They are probably dying inside because they don’t know how you’ll react. Take it from me, this is basically exactly what happened to me. I just want to make it easier for anyone who is going to come out, and this not meant to be a post about ‘wooo i’m mad at straight people because I had one bad coming out experience.’ It is supposed to be a ‘hey keep this in mind so you don’t possibly ruin a friendship.’

an actual picture of me trying to make a creative post

oh my god i tried it and i picked up Leviathan and what did i get? “Glad you could join us, Mr. Sharp.” the best part is, the character in question is actually a girl pretending to be a boy to be in the military. i’m a trans woman. “Glad you could join us, Mr. Sharp.” HOW DOES THAT WORK SO WELL DIWKEBFFISOWNSBFUFOS

I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft

The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.

I’ve just realized that I don’t put any tags on any of my posts. Better stop being stupid!

you know you’re tired when you double-misspell your own email to log into tumblr fucking hell

i got bored and looked up a bnha quirk generator, put in sinylene for the name, and i got a ‘nightmare creation’ quirk. idk what that means but i like it