Demon | heart is a Mad

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says “cool beans”

does finger guns

says “coolio”

“my guy”

“my dude”

ironically said “get rekt scrub” and now can’t stop

“ayyeee” 

A 22-month-old female scaredy cat tiger appeared to get the shock of her young life when she encountered a dead leaf floating on a pool of water in the Bandhavgarh National Park, India. Clearly unusure about just what was approaching her, the partially submerged youngster’s tail shot up in the air and with teeth bared she let out her most fearsome growl - all in an effort to scare the humble leaf away.

Like when Pidge pops up from the vent and his grip on his bowl of goo loosens. He has to force himself not to whine about nearly dropping his croissant.

Or when Lotor goes on about his nerd adventures, always starting his stories with “So there I was-”

Shiro hides a smile as he hears “barbeque sauce on my titties” echo through his head.

He cracks when Allura is telling them about how Zarkon and Alfor used to study together back in the day, and Coran chips in suddenly with “and they were roommates!”

He can’t do it. Can’t keep it in. But when he turns away to utter the iconic line following after, he ends up making eye contact with Lance, who was in the process of turning to Hunk to do the exact same thing.

They stare at one another as their mouths move in silence, lips forming the words in unison.

“Oh my god, they were roommates.”

They don’t speak of it after, but Shiro makes a point of standing next to Lance more often during meetings, nudging one another when a reference is made that no one else would ever possibly get.

They ignore the strange looks they receive from the team whenever giggles become too hard to suppress. But no one asks.

and first off, I’m 5'7, 5'11 in dance shoes, 170 pounds, broad shoulders and big hips and not small in any dimension. For a ballroom dancer, this means a lot of time spent learning the men’s parts. Especially in lifts.

I’ve had years now of guys kinda just going “lol heck naw” when told to lift me. I don’t admit this part much, but it makes me want to sink into the ground and die when every other girl can be lifted, but I’m just too big.

So this guy, smaller than me and really cute, shows up at auditions and I see this girl across the room getting tossed about like the beautiful pixie she is, and apparently I looked a little wistful because this boy asked me if I liked lifts.

“Oh. I… Uh… I’ve never really done the girls part. I’m a little big, haha…” (laugh it off, as usual.)

He looked me dead in the eye and then picked me up like a movie princess, bounced me in the air a few times, and set me down effortlessly while telling me whoever refused to lift me before was just being a lazy wimp.

 i’ve been seeing a lot of posts to the effect of “i wish i could talk to more writers on tumblr, but i’m too shy.” and a lot of the replies are “you can talk to me, i don’t bite!” which is great, honestly. but these interactions, at least in my experience, rarely lead to anything more. 

so this is my attempt to compile a list of how to be friends with writeblrs that’s a little more than just “talk to people.” i don’t know if it’s just common sense for the rest of you, but this is all stuff i had to learn through almost a year on tumblr. im fuckign old omg.

so without further ado, i present: Conversation Starters For Writeblrs.

do they reblog ask games? send asks, off anon. reply to their answers.

see something in common? you both have dragons in your wip? you’re both the same age? tell them!

tag them in things! who actually cares if you’re following the rules of the tag games or not?

if they’re asking for something, like book recs or advice, answer them.

compliments. literally anything, as long as it’s genuine. send them off anon so people know who you are. 

reply to their fuckign writing!! pleAse!! and not just “ooh this is good” (though that’s nice too), but tell them what you liked! tell them what you were confused about! tell them where you want more detail! we’re all on here because of writing, might as well actually talk about it sometimes!

just. like. ask how their day went.

Also, some thoughts:

you’re not a bother. and even if you are, who’s going to be rude enough to say it?

someone has to make the first move, it might as well be you.

they’re just people.  we’re all literally just people.

friendship ≠ one interaction. keep trying. keep talking.

People with anxiety will go out of their way to make sure you’re not uncomfortable or anxious about what’s going on 

People with depression will joke & be silly & try to make you laugh

People with PTSD will respect your personal space & boundaries & ask before they invade your bubble

People with ADHD will not get impatient or snap at you if you talk to much/ramble/don’t get your point across quick enough

People with bipolar disorder will not judge you when your moods change & you “aren’t acting like yourself” one day

you have to keep the goal in mind

do you want to win? or do you want to understand that person and resolve the issue? (ask yourself once, then ask again)

the ego loves to win an argument, but relationships are not about feeding your ego

healthy relationships dilute the ego

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