Reblog If You Support Asexuals And Aren’t A COWARD

The silent guardian. The watchful protector

When are the glowy cats dropping I wanna get one

Scientists have discovered how to make glow-in-the-dark cats by inserting the jellyfish genes that create fluorescent proteins into feline eggs.

i saw this and i had shivers so I liked it and then I saw it again and still had shivers so now it deserves a reblog this is golden

we survived because we were the “smartest” species you say, we survived because jellyfish don’t know how to construct a Fighter Jet. We survived because our environment is ours to manipulate with walls and floors and lightbulbs to capture the sun and tunnel into night.

we survived by being faster in our cars and stronger with our tools, and better than we were before. We survived with language to build on the past with and weapons to fight the future. We survived because of our hands and our heads and the fact we make the universe itself knowable.

But then again, a mother will gain the strength of ten men to lift a full car off her baby. A man will spend eight hours nursing a puppy back to health and that dog will follow his every step from the doorstop to the grave. A best friend will dropkick an alligator in the water for the sake of him.

And I’ll tell you, maybe it was all of it. And maybe it was because we loved each other better than we hated, we loved each other in the dark before the lightbulb and loved each other more in the wilds before our walls, and we loved each other so thoroughly we made pyramids and libraries and monuments, and wrote not for the sake of money and food and living, but for the sake of wrapping each others hearts in velvet soft to escape the sandpaper winds of this world.

And that too is survival. That too is a reason. Not for our brains or our hands or our grit, but for our willingness to wrap each others wounds in bandages and set the broken bones of grandparents and sit outside windows and sing lullabies and love songs and cry over butterflies and sunsets and care too deeply. Care too strongly. Care too much.

That too is survival.

“If you must die, sweetheart.”

“Die knowing your life was my life’s best part.”

So remember The Mandalorian, my new hyperfixation? Remember that fanfiction? Yeah I gave it a lil’ update. No, I don’t plan on updating more - I didn’t even plan on updating this. No, I might not hold true to my word and might give it another update. I don’t know, I’m not in charge of the words.

Oh, also something I didn’t mention in the fanfiction itself, but all (both) chapters are named after songs I’d listened to earlier. Might’ve been obvious, I don’t know. The first chapter (and the name of the fic, now) came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2fCcggNkTs&ab_channel=KeatonHensonVEVO) And the second chapter came from this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ar1grAdGkec&ab_channel=OhWonder-Topic) both are very emotional bangers, both songs I kept playing on loop while I wrote their chapters.

mm yes surprise surprise i have not yet perished

this. this this THIS.

I cannot stress how much it makes writers feel GOOD when we see our work validated. Please, just a simple ‘good’ makes our entire day worthwhile. Please, please-

You read a fanfic? Leave a comment. You read some original fics? Leave a comment. You read a short snippet of something? Leave a comment.

Please, please it makes us so happy.

if you read a fic, please just. leave a comment. any comment. you can copy-paste comments if you have to. literally any variation “i read this, i enjoyed this, thank you for writing it.” 

the basic acknowledgement that their work has been read makes a huge difference to a writer’s motivation. 

this is important

hey guys mind if i

AHUI

listening to old nostalgic songs gives me old nostalgic feelings and i am simply vibing

Today, November 20, is the Trans Day of Remembrance, a day to memorialize those who have been murdered as a result of transphobia.

We honor those who found the courage to be true to themselves in the face of transphobia.

Although I am not trans myself, day in and day out, your stories have given me the courage to live life to the fullest and not let adversity and homophobia be my downfall.

Those whose lives were taken shall never be forgotten for they are still among us. They are the very foundation of our community. We are not just a collection of random queer individuals. We have come together with a purpose. There is still a long way to go. We must look up to our trans siblings who were true to themselves despite being condemned, hated on, and taken away from us, and draw courage from them.

Violence and transphobia will never win. Community, truth, and acceptance shall prevail.

In your footsteps of truth and courage I shall follow. Now and always.

Thank you.

Rest in peace.