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My Little Phobia: Lameness is Tragic

I have a minor but very real and occasionally paralyzing phobia. I don’t, however, have a name for it. For all I know, it’s just a fucking bizarre manifestation of paranoia.

It seems childish, but I am scared to let any part of my body so much as consider hanging over the edge of my bed. I am utterly convinced that something, or worse, someone’s hand is going to reach up and grab me. 

Although usually this happens in with the lights out, I’m not actually afraid of the dark. Occasionally when the lights are on as well if I’m sitting on the bed with my feet on the floor near the bed I have to quick roll backwards and jerk my feet up out of harm’s way. Sometimes even if I’m just standing near the bed I freak out all of a sudden and have to jump away. Once in awhile I have the same issue with couches.

What the hell am I really afraid of here?

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Sexua

blue-crow:

brightdreamer:

rosalarian:

littlefroggies:

bisexual-community:

Common Myths About Bisexuality from the lovely Webcomic Jesus Loves Lesbians, Too by bi blogger & author Maria Burnham (writer/memoirist) and Maggie Siegel-Berele (comic artist). 

I usually don’t reblog stuff like this because this is my art blog but this hit close to home and reminded me of so many conversations that made me feel like garbage.

It always makes me see red when I see lesbians (and gay men) treating bisexuals this way. I don’t think I can even type too much more without quickly reaching a point where I just smash my head into the keyboard.

ALL OF THIS.

I’ve honestly never seen anyone discuss my sexuality, which is cyclical in a way that makes no sense. Sometimes I irrationally want only women; other times all I want are men. It isn’t really bisexual in a way that is equally interested in both. “Bi” is the best fit because it is more accurate most of the time, but I fluctuate between the poles of straight and gay and as much as I love bi-centric things, I’m really not that either. I’m frustrated because I feel like the only person with my sexuality, and that I’ll never be happy with anyone because I won’t be one sexuality long enough to start to love them.

(via random-nexus)

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shinkonokokoro:

hackedmotionsensors:

When Tony wakes up he’s gonna really wonder why everyone is in his goddamn room. And yes, Steve is using Tony’s head to draw on.

Okay. The burning thought in my head is an idea for a fic in which the Avengers have been cursed with something that means if they get more than six feet from one another, they all feel pain. Hence the bed sharing.
So when Clint needs to pee in the middle of the night, everybody has to shuffle towards the bathroom with him. Steve’s probably got Tony over his shoulder since he’s pretty much dead to the world.
Nat hates it and threatens death thirty times daily because she’s never had this much enforced non-alone time ever. Steve doesn’t mind because it’s Steve. Clint just sharpens his arrow heads. Thor loves it. Bruce gets twitchy. Tony grumbles and turns into a cranky sullen five year old because no one wants to spend time in the workshop, so he can’t get shit done. Also, he can’t have sex with Steve because, hello, awkward. And Steve said ‘no way.’
All in all, at the end of…a month? Everyone’s cranky, but they have survived various mishaps—all sharing a car? Yeah, that’s fun. Waiting for everyone to finish showering? Thor takes forever. No fun. But the curse deal finally breaks and they actually work together better for it.

OH god please write this. You want cookies? I’ll make cookies. They might be a little charred, but I’m sure they’ll still taste alright… O_O

shinkonokokoro:

hackedmotionsensors:

When Tony wakes up he’s gonna really wonder why everyone is in his goddamn room. And yes, Steve is using Tony’s head to draw on.

Okay. The burning thought in my head is an idea for a fic in which the Avengers have been cursed with something that means if they get more than six feet from one another, they all feel pain. Hence the bed sharing.

So when Clint needs to pee in the middle of the night, everybody has to shuffle towards the bathroom with him. Steve’s probably got Tony over his shoulder since he’s pretty much dead to the world.

Nat hates it and threatens death thirty times daily because she’s never had this much enforced non-alone time ever. Steve doesn’t mind because it’s Steve. Clint just sharpens his arrow heads. Thor loves it. Bruce gets twitchy. Tony grumbles and turns into a cranky sullen five year old because no one wants to spend time in the workshop, so he can’t get shit done. Also, he can’t have sex with Steve because, hello, awkward. And Steve said ‘no way.’

All in all, at the end of…a month? Everyone’s cranky, but they have survived various mishaps—all sharing a car? Yeah, that’s fun. Waiting for everyone to finish showering? Thor takes forever. No fun. But the curse deal finally breaks and they actually work together better for it.

OH god please write this. You want cookies? I’ll make cookies. They might be a little charred, but I’m sure they’ll still taste alright… O_O

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I can always tell when someone is new to modern fandom because of certain distinctive but outdated habits and terminology used when they post fic. It’s ducking adorable!

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Gonna go back to the Supernatural fandom for a little while. Give the Marvel fandoms time to percolate a little bit, recover from IM3, and churn out some lovely fic. :D

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