So I came home from class for just over two hours. I ate some food, watched last night’s spn, and accidentally fell asleep for a half hour. So now I’m probably even more tired and I have to go to a three hour class and then hopefully be secure enough to go to my friends birthday thing.

I have to write a solid short story in a week. I started one but decided I hated it. So ive started another. Its going to be depressing. Which is what I know how to write more than anything else. But I can’t get past the first page. Writing is the all time worst.


"We’re not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t noticed you. We don’t talk about it much, but it’s no secret that Sunnydale High isn’t really like other highschools. A lot of weird stuff happens here. But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another. We’re proud to say that the class of ‘99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history. And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers it’s thanks and gives you, uh…uh…this. It’s from all of us. And it has written here: Buffy Summers - Class Protector.”



THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.madlori

Modeled on this post. This quote needed a gifset that featured a more diverse group women. Because my takeaway from Lori’s marvelous answer (seriously, go read all of it) is that representation fucking matters and that great female characters do not—and should not—fit into the same cookie cutter mold. Because actual women are not one size fits all. And the irony of having that message cross my dash repeatedly with exclusively young, white, straight, cis women who match a prescriptive definition of beauty was getting to me.