Austin Mckenzie As Melchior Gabor

white people seeing mutants getting discriminated against in the x-men

white people seeing poc getting discriminated against in real life

To the parents who are boycotting Finding Dory over a FOUR-SECOND lesbian couple:

You’re letting your kids watching Disney movies which have:

naked women

a fucking stripper mouse

Satan

A 70 year old man enslaving a fucking 15 yr girl, giving her sexy outfits and calling her pussycat

This fucking movie

Drinking and smoking

Voodoo….

….which results in him, literally getting dragged to hell

And murder

But for some reason, a 4-second lesbian couple (or any future LGBT characters) is too inappropriate for your kids because now Disney is “perverted, evil, and it’ll brainwash your kids.”

Think of your priorities and morals.

List of bisexuals whose identities are erased by the media.

P!nk

Anne Frank

Megan Fox

Billie Joe Armstrong

Snooki

Drew Barrymore

Angelina Jolie

Azealia Banks

Kesha

Fergie

Lady Gaga

Madonna

Clive Davis

Anna Paquin

Bai Ling

Carrie Brownstein

Evan Rachel Wood

Amber Heard

Frenchie Davis

Vanessa Carlton

Jillian Michaels

Freddie Mercury (debatable, but considering he had had a long-term relationship with Mary Austin and he tended to keep quiet on matters of his private life, we’ll never know for sure)

All or which have either been given the name “gay” or “straight“ by the media despite coming out. There are more than two sexualities and this is a fact that most people (even on Tumblr nowadays) forget. People tend to assume that since someone is with a person of the same gender, they’re gay. (Or vice versa in Angelina or P!nk’s case) This is incorrect to assume because you’re erasing their identities in the process. The people on this list aren’t gay or straight, they’re bisexual. No matter how much the media tries to erase that.

Because we all need to hear this sometimes.

I’ve been having a bad couple of weeks and I just really needed to hear these:

You are NOT a burden

You are valued 

You are NOT a shitty friend, even when you think you are

You don’t need to have it all figured out yet

It’s OK to have bad days

And it’s OK to hide from the world if you’re having a bad day

Because sometimes you just need to have some time to yourself

And that’s OK

You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to

What happened to you in the past is NOT your fault

Don’t feel guilty for not being productive

It’s going to be OK

Breathe

Relax

Recharge

YOU ARE WANTED

YOU ARE LOVED

YOU CAN DO THIS

I BELIEVE IN YOU

No way I could make something this lovely. I actually stumbled upon it on etsy and had to buy it.

My Wendla dress is absolutely adorable. If you don’t think I’m going to get a nightgown for Whispering/Those You’ve Known too, you’re wrong.

i’m concerned about boys with mental illnesses and eating disorders and abusive relationships and sexual assault survivor stories and self-harming tendencies who never get the attention or care or help they need because all of those things “don’t happen to men” or because “all men are horrible monsters” and i just wanna say if you’re a boy and you’re struggling with something hard, your gender doesn’t diminish or dismiss your struggles or make them any less significant or difficult and i love you and i’m here for you

You were all sharp edges;

twisted and mangled.

She was all soft and gentle;

each curvature of her face coming to meet the next one with ease.

You were rough, torn apart, half-heartedly put back together, guarded.

She was nurtured, loved, protected, outspoken.

You were extreme, gasoline stained boots, matted hair, and a permanent smirk.

She was calm, eyeshadow never out of place, perfect hair, and lip gloss stained kiss.

You were bloody knuckles with flecks of dirt, broken skin, and bleeding lips kissed roughly with hair tugged, needing more.

She was the plaster on a broken bone, a bandage to cover the absence, and not enough to go around.

You were sunrises seen with insomniac eyes, cigarette smoke at midnight, and all too explosive.

She was a good night’s sleep and no circles under your eyes, clean air in a crowded city, safe.

You were afraid to touch her for fear she would break,

She was scared to touch you for fear that she would break you.

You were both ignorant, stupid, foolish, young,

Human.

In love.

Now she’s rough edges, husky voice in the morning from nightmares that never end, and a touch that is never as careful as it used to be.

Now you are fine lines, marble with smooth indents which form words, a smiling picture on the wall of a school; in a year book; next to your Mother.

Finally, she has given you what you needed: calm.

Finally, you have driven her to be what she thought she could never be: chaotic.

tag urself I’m boyfriend son

i’ve been a fool

spring awakening aesthetics // melchior gabor

i appreciate dan and phil not only for addressing the orlando shooting and expressing their sympathies but also continuing to be a bright light for many despite the hard times