Harry Styles…how do I even begin to explain Harry Styles…

Harry Styles is flawless. 

He has an empty house and a car collection expensive enough to send me to college a few times 

I hear his hair’s insured for £10,000

I hear he does Pepsi commercials…in the US…

His favourite movie is Love Actually 

One time I punched him in the face…it was awesome

I don’t understand Finchel or Finn stanning

I will never understand Finchel or Finn stanning

I know a lot of people don’t understand Faberry or Quinn stanning, tho, so I get it

we all have our ships & we all are going to defend them 

let’s just try not to be assholes when other people do defend their ships

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

for the record when I joke about “regretburgers”/”shameburgers” it’s not a #dieting or #weight gain thing it’s actually about how I’m trying to be better about ethical and local and sustainable food sources … and fast food is just kinda not the gold standard for those things

also tbh I also just think they’re kind of gross so I often just literally regret it when I decide to eat one

there’s this huge nostalgia quotient? where it’s like I REMEMBER HOW DELICIOUS THESE LITTLE SHITS WERE WHEN I WAS LIKE TWELVE

SO CLEARLY I SHOULD EAT ONE

AND THEN IT TURNS OUT I NO LONGER HAVE THE SAME TASTES AS I DID WHEN I WAS TWELVE

OnO

WELL I WAS GOING TO TELL Y’ALL ABOUT HOW I REALLY WANTED APPLE SAUCE AND I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL OUT BUT I WENT NEVERTHELESS IN THE SEARCH OF SOME AND I FOUND THE LAST CUP AND I WAS REALLY EXCITED BUT THEN TUMBLR TOOK FORVER AND I FINISHED MY APPLESAUCE BEFORE IT FLIPPING LOADED

Open RP (because I'm bored)

Rio sat on a bench in the park, watching young children duel.  She was by herself, after all, she didn’t have many friends.  Even before ‘the incident’, she didn’t have many friends.  She sighed, running her fingers through her two-toned hair.  She was lonely.  

She stretched her arms upwards, slowly lowering them on to the back of the bench.  She draped her arms over the back, looking up to the sky with a sigh.   

I've come to the conclusion that the world is pretty fucked up.

Everyone, at one point or another, will hurt you. Even the nicest person has a darker side. Promises are made to be broken. There is nothing you can do to prepare for this. If you block yourself off from others, you’ll just end up being lonely. If you put too much faith in them, you’ll end up getting hurt. The most you can do really is just accept it and move on. You can say things like, “oh, but you just haven’t met the right person,” but that’s not true. There is no “right” or “wrong” person, just the people you have in front of you right here and now. No one’s perfect. No one can promise you a happy ending. No one can promise they’ll never hurt you or never let you down. That’s what being human is. The most we can do is try. And we’ll fail. Of course we will. But as long as we still feel bad for it, as long as there’s still guilt and hope and the drive to make up for past mistakes, then life is still worth living. People are still worth trusting. Strangers are still worth getting to know.

Sometimes people will surprise you. Sometimes you’ll meet someone and he or she’ll actually want to make a legitimate effort to be different, to change, to try to be a better person. Most of the time, they won’t. But every once in a while, people do surprise you.

I think that’s what they call a miracle.

break my wincest shipping heart in three sentences using imagery of ice and snow

Dean has seen enough of Hell and hate and rage to know that fire burns - has learnt through experience that fire can tear away everything you love and leave you with the taste of ashes in the back of your throat and not much else.

But here, now, with Sam walking away from Dean, from the job, from everything, Dean thinks maybe it’s the ice that will rip the world to shreds. Maybe it’s the cold fury in Sam’s shoulders and the cold defiance in Sam’s fists and the cold finality of his last goodbye that will destroy Dean where fire could only ever made him stronger.

throws pokeball at

….YOU CAN’T CATCH ME

I AM A FREE WANDERING TREE~

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What are your feeling towards CrissColfer shippers? And the concept of 'them' in general as two seperate indiviuals and as a possiblity? :)

well as a CrissColfer shipper myself, I guess I’d be part of the ‘them’ demographic as two separate individuals that I really care about, but who knows. 

there are different leagues of shippers… ones who really think they actually together, and some people who enjoy the fic and the head canons and love them both so much to be together, but we know that they aren’t..

KFC
Kitsu Friend Chicken

real talk though: sometimes being an OC is unbearably difficult

because I see the appeal of already established characters with universes and relationships to jump off of

I see the appeal of a character you already love versus a character you need to nurture until their universe and their place in it are lovable

obviously I see the appeal I RP canon characters too and it’s just as rewarding

and I don’t know I feel like I’m complaining??

honestly I rarely reblog those ‘being an OC is hard’ posts because I don’t want to seem whiny and also for the most part I find that being an OC isn’t always hard

but sometimes it’s really hard

because if you want to succeed as an OC you have to be hypercompetent. you have to constantly, all the time, be improving, where if you’re an established canon character you have a bit of room to slack off, to be a bit weak at some parts and still have people write with you. but if you’re an OC, the slightest bit of weak writing can ruin you, make people stop caring about you, or worst, call Mary Sue on you. you have to constantly be at the top of your game, and even then you have to deal with the fact that you are more than likely not going to get as much interactions as a canon character

if you want to succeed as an OC you have to understand that if you want romance, it had best not be with a canon character unless you want the rest of the community looking down on you, calling you a Mary Sue (again), or at it’s very worst, getting on anon and giving you hate for it. this is in spite of the above paragraph, where this can happen to you even if your developing romance is flawlessly written, simply because people have knee-jerk reactions to OC/canon romances. i was lucky enough to escape this during the brief period of time Viola was dating the Once-ler, but I’ve seen it, and it’s bad.

woe betide you if your OC is female, too. some people you follow won’t even greet you, it’s ten times harder to find people to romance/smut with, people are far more likely to call you a Mary Sue (again), and just about everything you do is judged far more harshly than a corresponding male OC would be

as an OC, everything you do is under constant fire from people who may just pack up and stop writing with you over the smallest mistakes, even as they continue to write with established characters who may not be as experienced or good at the craft as you. this is unfair, and everyone knows it, but there’s nothing to be done for it

as an OC, you have to improve quickly, and constantly be on top of your game

as an OC, finding people to write things of substance with you is far more difficult than it should be, and can leave you feeling like you’re nothing but wall decoration, or someone good for turn by turn chats but who no one wants to prose with

as an OC, the game of roleplaying is bumped up to hard difficulty

but sometimes, as an OC, you look at the universe you’ve written and the character you’ve brought to life, and you know you created it with your own two hands, and you know that it was you and only you who made a character so human they seem to breathe

so uh tl;dr: being an OC is sometimes really difficult, but also extremely rewarding

I’ve noticed that when I don’t care about something, I find it almost impossible to pay attention to it. Now there’s a bit of an exception with school, simply because I don’t want to fail, but if I know the material already I just sort of zone out and start thinking about whatever. At school this tends to happen in art class (because it was an intro class), social science, and lit when we read something I don’t like. 

Also when I’m talking to someone but don’t give a shit about what they’re talking about I just zone out and go “Uh huh, cool” or “Oh that sucks” etc.

But I do that when I am listening, I just can’t think of anything else to say.

I don’t do well with small talk.

emotions are kind like salads

you get big swaths of them, like lettuce

and you get little bits of them, like tomatos

and you get croutons

The best thing about growing up in a cold region is that once the weather warms up I emerge from my winter parka like a fucking butterfly so I can sit inside with the air conditioning cranked and whine about the unbearable heat.

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