dealanexmachina:

constant-instigator:

I get why a lot of people hate the whole princess culture aimed at little girls. There’s a hell of a lot of toxic bullshit in there.

But when I was a tiny princess, my dad used to be my royal advisor. He would come to me, and over tea we would discuss the problems of the kingdom. He would tell me that new people wanted to move to the kingdom, and ask me what we should do. Or he would tell me that the teddybears and the dolls were fighting over the enchanted forest, and ask me what to do. Basically, he took the trappings of the princess culture, and used it as a tool to teach me about leadership, civic responsibility, and compassion. 

So if you have a little princess around, consider helping her figure out how to run her kingdom. There’s no sense in telling a kid they can’t be a leader, or that they can’t wear sparkles while they do it. 

Parenting: You’re doing it right.

morganoperandi:

pyrrhiccomedy:

vefanyar:

taymonbeal:

pistachi0n:

Sometimes when I go hundreds pages deep into people’s Tumblr archives, I find really funny posts and I weigh the pros and cons of liking/reblogging them.

Pros: I’ll have access to them later because they’re fucking hilarious

Cons: They might think I’m creepy. Despite the fact that it’s public and on the Internet, it is not socially acceptable to let anyone know the extent that you creeped their archives.

I hereby extend blanket permission for anyone to creep on my archive, and to like and reblog posts from it if they want to. It’s really quite flattering.

I notice this happening sometimes, and it always makes my day. Creep away!

Hey dorks: if you reblog something from that deep in my archive, my first assumption is not going to be that you were backreading. I’m going to assume that you saw that post reblogged somewhere else with a dumb comment on it, so you went up the reblog chain to grab it from someone who didn’t have some stupid shit to say. Which is if I notice how old that post is at all. I barely remember what I reblogged last week. Year+ old posts could have happened anywhere from 6 months ago to 5 years ago.

Creep away! Creep away. And then, tell me your secrets of how the hell you found this one random post from five years ago and why you reblogged only that one!

Seriously, though, I judge you not.

young-il-long-kiyoshi:

I usually don’t post emotional stuff like this but I’m a little overwhelmed so I feel like I need to get this out there. 

My parents have been pretty big on me getting married and getting into a romantic relationship despite me being aroace. I’ve told them repeatedly that I’m not into romance and that sort of thing, but of course they don’t really register it. Part of me blames the language barrier. I’ve pretty much given up on getting them to understand and resigned myself to having them and their friends set up marriage offers for me (yep, Asians still do this) and me shooting them all down.

But today when I was having a serious talk with my mom about relationships (specifically I was worried about my close friend who is in a very controlling relationship and I was asking advice on if there’s anything I could to do help), it suddenly turned into me finding a relationship. And for the umpteenth time, I go, “Mom, I’m not really a person for romance. I’ve told you this.”

And for the first time ever, my mom hesitates and I see her clearly thinking before she says:

“Well, there are other options out there. As long as you’re together with someone you care with, without the need for commitment. Those are possibilities too.” 

I blink because that is not what I expected her to say. And then I ask, “And you’re okay with that?”

She hesitates again and I can tell that she’s carefully choosing her words. “As long as you’re… not alone in the future, I think any kind of partner or partners are okay. As long as it’s someone you care about, who’s good to you and can support themselves without leaning on you.”

The thing that hit me hardest was that she was specifically avoiding the ‘love’ word while she was talking. She made it clear that as long as I had at least friends, or a platonic life partner, she didn’t care if I never found a romantic relationship. She was fine with me never getting married even though she used to push me really hard about it.

Fuck. Fuck. I’m crying again. I’m sorry, I’m wrapping this up here. I love my mom. Fuck.

mistocho:

once i figure out how to hold a conversation, it’s friendship for you bitches

siobhanblank:

“if fear of failure is keeping you from drawing, deliberately draw the stupidest, shittiest ideas you can think of so you’ll get practice in without disappointing yourself” is like, unbelievably helpful advice.

sweetschizo:

There’s a fine line between “pushing yourself out of your comfort zone” and “pushing yourself into a mental breakdown” and we need to fucking find it and stop encouraging people to do the second in an attempt at making them do the first.