As A Fellow Bi Indian This Actually Means So Much To Me!!!!!! I Have Heard Abt This "western Influence"

why would you need to prove it to someone? isnt it just common sense?!

Ok I need to prove something to a friend

Reblog if you think it’s perfectly ok/normal for guys to cry and emotionally express themselves.

There are dumb people in this world who need to know that crying doesn’t make guys look weak!

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

oh dudes, KISS ALREADY!!!!!!

Why do you risk your life for him, Clint Barton? How has everybody forgiven him for his past? He saved the world.

yeah, once upon a timee..... where's marlene tho???!

once upon a time in the gryffindor living room… 🍾💋

wake up,

open tumblr,

get my heart fucked,

sleep.

oh and repeat! :)

idk how this happened but somehow spotify went from ziggy stardust to love story just when james started saying his vowsss!!!!

Autumn and Lily, James Potter's Two dearest Sights..

His Two absolute and favourite things.

He still can't believe it. His Lily, his love, was finally going to be his, they were finally Going to be 'Jily' (what Sirius likes to call them) officially!

No boundaries, No regulations. It was just going to be him and his Wife.

"You may now speak your vows" The Pastor's words shook him out of his thoughts.

James cleared his already dry throat and glance at his best man; his brother, Sirius Black. Who was grinning like an Idiot for his best friends happiness and 'doom' as he likes to call it.

He rotate his gaze to the crowd where his Friends , Remus and Peter were looking at him, admiration and love in their eyes for their mate, on a little left were his parents , Euphomia and Fleamont Potter.

Her mother was sobbing while his father was holding her..On the verge of tears himself.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see his Mini ..the Strictest Professor with teary eyes and a smile on his wedding..Woah, that's a sight to remember, he thought.

Lily's father was a crying mess too..her mother consoling him..well, someone's emotional for his daughter..

Their close friends, Professor Dumbledore, The order and..Lily.

What else can he ask for? He's blessed, blessed with everything.

He now,turned and saw his world, his would- -be-wife smiling at him.

And that's when he forgot to breathe..With her green eyes..his white lace dress, her veil and that smile worth dying, he was unable to hold back his tears.

This was finally going to be happen..all those years of wait, of redemption, of patience, of Love.

She was finally going to be his..

His lily flower was going to be his.

"Mr. Potter, the vows" the pastor repeated..and he Again shook his trance..With another glance at his bride and his best mate he started pouring his heart.

"I, James Potter, Promise to cherish her wife in sickness and in health, whether I'm poor or On the top of this world I promise to be hers, and hers only... I'll stand back on her achievements, beside on her kindness, and on her front to support her..

I'll be the first one to hold her tears and the one to make her laugh.. ( Sirius: Oi prongs that's my job!!) My glared was enough to shut him.

I belong to and for Lily, always and forever."

Applauses and Hooting can be heard from the small crowd..

Lily was shedding happy tears, and I? I was as promised, the one to stop them from falling.

She took a hold of my hand and I kissed her's instead.

"Ms. Evans, your vows please" The pastor requested.

She looked at her parents and then me, she smiled before proceeding.

"I lily evans, vows to Be everything James will ever need , whether to take care of him like a mother, or joke with him like a friend, to guide him like a father or to challenge him like a rival ..I promise to fullfill everything and to become his and his for eternity..and be The one James Potter improved for.. I promise to be always be his lily flower.

I take James as my Man, for always and forever "

The applauses and Hootingwere louder this time..oh deer.. is lily stealing my thunder ? A thought crossed his agile mind, but he brushed it away. It was his wedding afterall.

The time passed so fast but he can remember every single thing. His flower and him.

11 days more y'all......gear up swiftiesz!!

I love taylor swift

You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

24 days left, guys what the fuck are we still doing???????

*while im still stuck in 2018*

Rest in peace, Robbie Coltrane 30 March 1950 – 14 October 2022