Day 17 of @thatsthat24 inktober: Think of one really good/funny/happy memory from this year or sometime recently that you’d like to illustrate and accompany with explanation. What a lovely prompt.

Over the summer, my older brother and I watched all of our favorite movies from when we were younger, before we dropped him off for college in a different continent. Nostalgia nirvana! I’m missing him this year, but this was a nice memory to make before he left for his own adventures.

ID #46525

Name: Carolina
Age: 19
Country: Italy

Hello everyone! My name is Carolina, I’m 19 yo and I live in the north of Italy, in a small town called Novi Ligure. I always look for something new to do, especially sharing my life to someone by letters. I love writing, reading every kind of book, making memories, printing pictures ang going to concerts. One of my life goals is visiting as many towns as I can, learning cultures, improving my knowledge of arts.

Preferences: Age: 18-26
Gender: every kind
Country: USA, Australia, Sweden, Denimark, Norway, Netherlands, Russia, United Kingdom, Quatar, Germany.

Tragically Hip Frontman Gord Downie Dead at 53

Gord Downie, singer for the Tragically Hip, died Tuesday at 53, his family said.

Downie had been diagnosed with a brain tumor in 2015.

“Last night, Gord quietly passed away with his beloved children and family close by,” the Downies said.“ Gord knew this day was coming – his response was to spend this precious time as he always had – making music, making memories and expressing deep gratitude to his family and friends for a life well lived, often sealing it with a kiss … on the lips.”

After Downie’s diagnosis, the Tragically Hip released its 14th album, Man Machine Poem. The band then set off on a lengthy tour of its Canadian homeland that wrapped in June 2016.

“Canada has lost one of its greats,” the Toronto Symphony tweeted. “We knew it was coming but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. RIP, Gord Downie.”

Texas-based band Buttercup tweeted that Downie was their hero and ended their online tribute with: #InGordWeTrust

”He left behind a great body of music. Our love and condolences to his family and @thehipdotcom,” they said.

Known affectionately as the Hip, the band were a smash in Canada, racking up nine No. 1 albums and 16 Juno Awards among other honors. Despite these plaudits, the band was unable to replicate its success in the United States, where hits and awards were more elusive.

CBC Radio host spoke for the nation when he said: “Hello, world, Twitter in Canada will be broken today. We’ve just lost Gord Downie and most of us are just coping with it.

“We’ll be okay - in a bit.”

“Thank you everyone for all the respect, admiration and love you have given Gord throughout the years - those tender offerings touched his heart and he takes them with him now as he walks among the stars,” the Downie family said in its statement, which was also posted on the Hip’s Facebook page.


anonymous asked:

💚 for Saeran?

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty - for Saeran

He regrets a lot. His past makes him more desperate than anything.

But nothing haunts him more than the day when he tried to kill his own brother.

For a long time he couldn’t get this chaos off his head, but once he started to recover, he realized how close he was to ending his life.

He still remembered the way his fingers clenched on Saeyoung’s throat, and the burning marks he saw on him for the next few days.

Saeyoung didn’t seem to be bothered with it. But Saeran saw the way he flinched when he carelessly touched his neck soon later, when the bruise was still visible.

The pain was something Saeyoung was able to deal with, they both knew it. But every single time Saeran saw it, he thought about how he didn’t hesitate even for a moment.

He still doesn’t know how was it possible that he couldn’t do it in the end.

But if it’s some kind of force majeure, he’s incredibly grateful towards it.

Peer into my muse’s memories [closed]

anonymous asked:

One time I literally squeaked when my crush fell asleep on hangout and it woke them up. Please. Make that memory less awful with a cute drawing.

I thought I might answer these again with some pen drawings? Its ink-tober. right??

1. Time does not heal. Time makes you forget and does a good job of making memories blurry. Take healing into your own hands - don’t wait for someone else to do it.

2. Do not waste your I love you’s. The more you flaunt the word around to people you’ve just met and early lovers, the less it will mean when love really hits.

3. Create a list of things you want to do in life. I’m not talking about going to see the northern lights or visiting Hawaii. The little things that can be easy to accomplish such as: trying caviar, painting your room, and trying that new sushi place. Checking off the little things in life is the best self-esteem boost.

4. Always take the high road. If you’re working with rude people or someone has done wrong to you, do not stoop to their level. What’s goes around will come back around. Trust me.

5. Offer to help. People appreciate someone that genuinely wants to give a helping hand whether it’s setting the table or carrying heavy boxes.

6. Stop being hard on yourself. Who cares if you did not get an A on that test? Does it matter if you embarrassed yourself at lunch the other day? Move on. We’re only human.

7. Read more.

8. Be open minded. People who can not see past their own opinions do not go anywhere in life.

9. Accept your flaws.

10. Invest in yourself. Buy yourself that new art set, or new shoes, or order some good take out. The little things in life are often over looked, but they add up in the best ways.

—  aberrantangst 
Karasuno in an International Tournament™

idk if this has been done before but CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING

• kageyama lowkey trying to figure out other countries hand signals & plays

• the absolute fuckery that is an american volleyball tournament

• tanaka and noya are definitely the most popular people there,, their loud personalities fit in perfectly with the north american players, who are essentially just screaming the whole time

• shitty english met with even shittier japanese

• practice matches with other countries two days before the actual tournament starts, & being put on “teams” with players from other countries

• “what the fuck is a toss, you’re a setter, you SET the ball” suga is personally offended by that statement

• girls and boys playing on courts right next to eachother?? booty for everyone

• where are the other countries managers?¿

• staying in a hotel would be an absolute mess

• ukai trying to prevent the team from over eating at the continental breakfast

• 2am runs to the 7/11 across the street with other teams

• yamaguchi meets his new love, cheeseballs

• tsukishima passively bragging to bokuto & kuroo about the tournament

• daichi giving up on keeping the team in check, and eventually joins in on their shenanigans

• taking a fat L against germany,,, why are they all so tall

• hinata getting teary eyed the last day of the tournament

(i really needed to share this, sorry about the format)


You know what makes me upset?


When we wake up from the void, one of the first things we see is this man who is borderline delusional, who has murdered his friends - who shot us - and he’s holding a cane in his hands.

Damien’s cane.

Something that once represented an individual who was a compassionate, emotional, trustworthy, charming, intellectual, and a persuasive leader. He was bright; a sense of calm amidst such chaos.

Now in the hands of a good man gone mad, who believes this all to be a joke. Some kind of ruse pulled by his friends, and He calls out to the dead, leaving the last bit of sanity he has in that room with us…with that cane, ownerless and now laying on a table. We reach out and take it in our hand, gently, and after a moment, we see something change. There is a distortion and suddenly, we aren’t the one holding it anymore.

The camera pans up to a mirror, and we see a reflection. We see him.

It’s Damien, but…not exactly.

His hair isn’t smoothly combed back, parted differently, now wild and slightly disheveled. He’s missing his bowtie, his flower pin, and the mayor button. His light and calming aura is no longer present, and the color fades from him as he looks down at that cane. You can see the immense pain in his eyes; the sense of loss and confusion, numbness and frustration. It’s not just him: it’s Celine. It’s us.

That’s our body but it’s him

He raises it to the light and looks at what he once was; takes one last glimpse at a life stolen from him at a such young age. It belonges to a man who was cunning - eager to help a city - and was invited to a fun night of poker, laughter, drinks, friends. It was an invitation to smile, and to make new of old memories, but it was all a horrible lie, fabricated to take their lives.

It was a trap, and it robbed Damien of having a future. Robbed the detective, robbed Celine, us, everyone.

Damien moves, adjusting as the world around us shakes and shatters, world bleeding cyan and red. The mirror shatters, dangerous and violent as it cracks to reveal static.

We see Damien pause, closing his eyes and it seems like he’s taking a moment to listen. To hear his thoughts, and to feel this body. Feel the power of this shared consciousness.

But then he opens his eyes, and you can see the torment. The heartbreaking realization that an individual he considered to be one of his closest friends took Damien’s life from him. And in this moment - this terrible, agonizing moment - he is drowning in betrayal, bitterness, confusion, loss, and heartbreak.

It’s a moment of acceptance.

It’s when something inside him shifts.

We witness that burning anger, that seek for justice, and the Damien who welcomed us our first night at the manor - who defended and confided in us - ceases to exist. He puts down that cane as lips that once held a smile distort and bend into an uncharacteristical scowl, rage stripping the picture of Damien from exsistence and painting this new entity of 3 souls trapped within one body.

Reflected in that shattered mirror is the image of innocents who should have left that mansion, alive and untouched. It is the image of revenge, and blinding despair; one that drips of this seething hatred.

Its something from a nightmare because we see the face of a man who once had eyes that shone brighter than the stars, with such heart and kindness, only to crumble as he tries to keep the others around him sane as they are picked off one by one. We watched as he became more and more lost, emotional, and frustrated mostly with himself. He was an individual who attempted to be a voice of reason, a protector, a guide, and because of that nature, it was used against him. His body will spend the rest of eternity being puppetted by someone else, and the true Damien will be lost into something that is everything he never was.

Staring into that mirror isn’t Damien. It isn’t Celine, or Mark, or any of us. It’s a being of darkness that betrays us, leaving us in that place. It’s only then we feel that dense of abandonment, and it is crippling, because we finally understand how Damien felt. And in that moment, at least for me, I forgave them and the thing that they unknowingly unleashed.

And It is just so terrible because Damien deserved so much more.

They all did.

And it just breaks my heart.

Hazy Memory Spell 🌾

a spell to blur a harmful or unpleasant memory, to make it easier to bare.

🌾 gather: rosemary, bay leaf, a mirror, a sealant and brush.

🌾 contemplate on the memory that is painful, burn the herbs and crush them.

🌾 charge the mirror with the memory. cool the herbs. 

🌾 paint the ash with the sealant, such as clear nail polish, over the mirror.

🌾 coat and layer until you cannot see your reflection in it.