Everytime I see this comic I always feel a bit happier
This is so important. So so so so soooo important. Seeing people that look like you being displayed in their truth and being exalted changes your life.
not calling gay ships sin, ever, for any reason, because gay people have literally had to fight to NOT be considered ‘sinners’ or ‘evil’ or ‘wrong’ for their real life relationships and have died as a result
Take this hideous fandom terminology and tuck it back under the pope’s robes where it belongs.
fyi there is no such thing as “getting back on track” after the holidays because you were never “off track” you were simply living life because you are a human being and you deserve that
I noticed the other day that girls usually adapt to their bfs hobbies like if they enjoy idk surfing the girls will start learning facts about it and buying cute things related to it for them and being so proud of their bf like they’re a star even if they aren’t that great at surfing just out of pure love and joy ….. But men never fucking adapt to their gf’s interests like they can’t possibly care less about makeup for example or they’ll just complain about them taking too long to get ready instead of sharing the passion for it and watching them create something beautiful and being interested in why is it that it makes her feel better to do her makeup. Men are so used to not trying at all fuck that tbh!!!!
yall are just dating the wrong fucking people lmao
Seriously, you ARE dating the wrong people. I work in a makeup store and the sheer amount of guys that are fully engaged in what their girlfriends/wives are doing with makeup surprised me. Yes there’s a lot of guys who scoff and roll their eyes about being in the PRESENCE of makeup, but there’s sooooo many that are consistently engaged, looking at colours wanting to help (even when they’re visibly confused and you can see they want to help but don’t know how). My boyfriend even knows more than I thought just from listening to me talk.
Find better quality guys that take interest in your interests and stop settling for assholes.
the person you’re dating should be your best friend. Not as in, date your best friend, but as in if your partner doesn’t engage with you at the same level as a best friend (or even just a friend), there is something wrong. It’s not long term material.
Couples that act like men and women are ‘opposite’ sides in the relationship game are such a weird concept for me. ‘Oh, we’re married, my wife is basically an obstacle to me getting a nice night out with my friends haha’ or ‘oh my boyfriend doesn’t do any of the housework ahahaha boys am I right?“
like, ?????? you,re not supposed to be on opposite sides, both pulling to get what you want. You’re supposed to be a TEAM. that’s, like, the whole point of a relationship.
Like, not only does my boyfriend know and care about my interests, even the ones I rant about that know bore him a little (and vice versa – I now know a lot about Eve Online and he knows more than he has probably ever wanted to know about star wars fanfiction), he also knows about my day to day stuff. Like, I’ll ask him to do the laundry and he’ll answer “okay but where’s the little net bag you put your bras in so they don’t get stretched in the washer?” because he fucking LISTENED when I bought it and told him what it was for.
like I said. You’re a team, conquering adult life together. That goes for everything, from getting excited and calling him over when I spot a simulator game on sale at the store (even though wtf simulator games I will never get the point of them) to figuring out the most efficient way to keep the living room clean.
*high fives my boyfriend, cartwheels out of the house*
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable – ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
I AM STILL CRYING BUT THE TEARS ARE SOOTHING MY SOUL.
Listen, I just need Papa Stilinski to do some things, okay?
1.) I need him to sit Stiles down and tell him he isproud of him, that if there is one thing he did right in this life, it’s Stiles. Because Stiles needs to hear that. Stiles needs to hear his dad say, “I don’t regret you.” He needs to hear his dad say, “it wasn’t your fault, kiddo.” He needs his dad to hug him and tell him “you’re a good kid.”
2.) I need him to awkwardly hand Derek a beer, look him in the eye and say, “if you’re ever in trouble, son, or need someone to talk to that isn’t, well, Stiles…you know you can come to me.”
3.) I need Derek turning up at the Sheriff’s front door, looking absolutely devastated, because he was stupid and wore his dad’s leather jacket and ended up getting into a fight and the sleeve got torn and HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY THING HE HAS LEFT OF HIS DAD. I need Derek not knowing what to say, just holding the jacket up, but the sheriff understanding. I need the Sheriff gently guiding Derek inside and calling a guy he knows to come take a look at it. Stiles comes tumbling through the door an hour later, frantic with worry because THERE IS A HARPIE ON THE LOOSE, only to see Derek watching some random dude like a hawk while he mends the jacket, his dad’s hand on Derek’s shoulder. (Bonus: the Sheriff also made Derek a hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream in Stiles’ favourite mug because he knew it would comfort Derek to have something of Stiles’, which Derek cradles the whole time.)
4.) I need the Sheriff making a really long speech at their wedding which either starts or ends with something like, “it’s not every day a father gets to see his son happily married but I think we can all agree, it’s even more rare for a father to see his son actually marry a boy his father approves of” *insert laughter here, makes reference to over protective sheriff’s with shot guns* “and loves, every bit as much”. At which point Derek is gripping Stiles’ hand so hard under the table, looking over at Cora who is crying her eyes out, despite herself, hiding her face in Lydia’s shoulder. After, the Sheriff comes up to them both, warns each of them to be good to each other or there will be hell to pay, takes a big bite of cake – causing Stiles to squawk and grab the fork and Derek to laugh – before going over to ask Melissa to dance.
Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever – and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets – they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing – not even a date – out of you?
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.
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