kasaron:emmaubler:absolutepie:deanlovescassie:vegfreak:crhodey:cassandrashipsit:stolenwhales:dance-h
kasaron:emmaubler:absolutepie:deanlovescassie:vegfreak:crhodey:cassandrashipsit:stolenwhales:dance-hall-dyke:satan-is-salmon:psychara:onlylolgifs:XTHIS IS THE BEST COMMERCIAL EVERI’ve reblogged this so many times because I truly think every parent should involve themselves with what their child enjoys. Not to mention this is an act of solidarity. He’s saying “even if the entire world is against you, I’m on your side.” Which I think is important for a kid to know. He’s refusing to be a bully to his child, even if he doesn’t understand.I work at Hot Topic and we had a white suburban dad in who was buying matching heavy metal/screamo band shirts for him and his teenage daughter and said “To be honest, I think this stuff sounds like garbage, but she likes it so we listen to it together and we’re going to the concert for Christmas.” And it was just really heartwarming to see him so involved in his child’s life and validating her interests.I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.“I don’t get it, but I love how you love it” is one of the best things anyone can say. My entire family asks questions about comics because they want to share my enthusiasm for them and support me, even though they otherwise wouldn’t pay attention to the industry at all.I cried when I first saw thisThis is amazing and really importantI went though a goth faze in my teens (like most) and I wanted more than anything to paint my room black. My mom was supportive of my personal expression in terms of my clothes and hair and accessories but she was genuinely concerned about the toll a black room would take on my mental health (I was already prone to recurring depression at that point and still am). I begged for months to repaint my room, but she wouldn’t budge. One weekend i spent with my dad and when I came back she had repainted my room. A beautiful deep blue on three walls (my favourite colour), lovely sky blue on the ceiling,and one wall was black. The black wall had been sanded smooth and painted with several coats of chalkboard paint. She gave me a couple boxes of chalk and told me to have at it. I LOVED that black wall and wrote on it every day. I drew on it, I doodled, I wrote out my favourite emo song lyrics, wrote reminders for myself, anything I wanted. It was my favourite part of my room and was something that it would have never occurred to me to ask for. It was something only my very creative and clever mom could have come up with and I’m still grateful to her for it. In retrospect, a room of black walls would indeed have been encouraging a reacurrence of my depression and my moms answer was the perfect compromise. That black wall ended up being the most colourful part of my room. This whole postThis is how I try to live; I’m absurdly enthusiastic about everyones hobbies, because if they’re sharing it with you that means they want you to hear about something they think is important! -- source link