all the power of my brain

Pudding: *is a highly intelligent, cunning and cruel woman who is the favorite child of one of the four most powerful pirates in the world and enjoys a life of luxury and sadistic manipulation of her enemies and who thinks Sanji is a gross and repulsive dumbass and has spent the entire time since she met him just itching to blow his brains out all over the floor so that she can be done with his infuriating shit* 

Sanji: “But has anyone ever told you… that you’re beautiful… :)” 

Pudding: “Oh fukc… oh shiit… omg…  i  fuigking camt’ ohh fukfing Im just so hapy rn im cryingh out  a ll three of my eye”

TFP characters as dril tweets
  • Optimus Prime: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Ratchet: the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: “theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron”
  • Bumblebee: 1st grade: Mastered. 2nd Grade: MAstered. 3rd Grade: Mastered. 4th Grade: Heres when they start trying to trick you 5th Grade:This ones hard
  • Arcee: strongest blade in the world, howeve,r it is so fragile as to shatter when handled by any force other than the delicate touch of a lesbian
  • Bulkhead: i fear my tropical fish no longer respect me after i accidetnally stumbled backwards & smushed my ass hole right up against their $3000 tank
  • Wheeljack: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • Cliffjumper: priest plugs my coffin in at the end of the funeral. “MILLERTIME” lights up in neon on the side, desecrating my corpse & sending me to hell
  • Smokescreen: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. I hoot and holler out of the building while a bunch of losers try to tell me that im dying
  • Ultra Magnus: Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. You are all blocked. None of you are free of sin
  • Jack: yes trolls. unlike you, i have a brain. its called a " JOB "
  • Raf: downloading shit loads of counterfeit papa john coupons through unsecure wifi net works
  • Miko: DAD: i just heard on t he news that teens are taking the "Kick My Ass" challenge. please dont do this ME: you have no power over me, old man
  • Jane Darby: startling how im the only person on this site with an actual human soul. you would think the other guys on here have one, but no
  • Fowler: i enjoy a bit of "Humour" every now and then, but people seriously need to stop tying me to a chair and injecting me with unknown substances
  • Megatron: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infant
  • Stascream: I just looked up the stats and the number of meaningful relationships ive formed is less than the number of public restrooms ive Screamed in
  • Soundwave: im the guy who airbrushes the nipples out of pro wrestling ads. i make $85k a year. but i have a secret *removs shades to reveal nipple eyes
  • Knockout: I put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like “oh tortures bad” , “its ineffective” fuck off
  • Breakdown: my grave is just a huge tv displaying videos of me doing parkour in hell and it makes all the other graves look like shit
  • Arachnid: i will tell you this right now: I'm from hell. Im highly fucked up. Ive been known to say rude things and watch the carnage unfold brutally
  • Shockwave: i have absolutely zero interest in friendship, i have absolutely zero interest in jokes, i am simply here to collect data and earn respect.
  • Predaking: please bring your rats to the new castle flea market so I may bless/heal them. ill be sitting in a lawn chair wearing a stolen priest outfit
  • Dreadwing: (the trolls watch in astonishment as the milk shake they threw at me flawlessly bounces off of my head wwith minimal pain and mess involved)
  • Unicron: *all horrors begotten by the desire of man flash before eyes* woha! this is awkward *the cries of millions suffering echo* Damn That's Weird

anonymous asked:

Help! Do you ever have days where you don't want to write or revise but you know you should? What do you do to get through them?

Oh my.

Okay, so this is a thing that happens. Maybe not to everyone, but it happens to me, and when it does it is almost always for one of two reasons. Each of these reasons has a slightly different solution (there is also a third reason, which we may get into in a minute, but it’s more of a crisis than a reason, so mileage may vary).

Reason number one is, I’m easily distracted and full of thoughts and kind of lazy. So if I’m being that, there is only one solution and it is “Brenna, sit down in front of that screen and make a book, it is your JOB.” It usually works—boredom maxes out after about five minutes of staring at my document file and I start working. And there are some secondary tricks too: I work in coffee shops a lot because I like the background noise. I have big headphones that feel good squeezing my head and fill me with a sense of wellbeing. I find a song and listen to it on repeat. I always drink or eat the same thing. I wear a sweater that I like. (I fall into habits very easily and have learned to use this quality to trick myself into working.)

Reason number two, though. Reason two is that sometimes my brain is empty. I’ve been working too much too fast and not refilling my thoughts and now all the fuel is gone and I’m just grinding metal. Sometimes that means I need to not work and do something mindless, like wash dishes or vacuum or repot houseplants or drive or go outside and dig a hole and then fill it back up. Or sometimes it means I need to not work and go read a book or watch a movie or go to a museum and see things other people made when they were expansive and excited and not out of thoughts. And then, once my brain has had enough food and enough rest, I’m ready again.

Both of these reasons for not writing are totally normal (for me) (for you?) but it’s important to be able to tell the difference, because one is solved by powering through, and one is not. Which brings us to the third crisis reason.

Sometimes, I am on a brutal deadline. Sometimes it’s non-negotiable. Sometimes I have pulled two all-nighters in a row and am staring down the barrel of a third, and I know I’d want to work if I could just have a second where I’m NOT working, but that is only a beautiful dream. This is a problem. You know those people who only ever seem to operate at 100% when under extreme duress?  *raises hand* A weird thing happens where I don’t WANT to work anymore, but the overdrive switch has flipped in my brain, and it will do the work until the job is done, whether I want to or not. And trust me, I DON’T. It is like being dragged through a drippy alligatory swamp by a robot—you’re just like “please, robot, stop moving my legs! This was the actual hardest thing for me to figure out a solution for, because:

1) Deadlines are a part of my job, and sometimes they are quite tight, and the work still has to get done anyway.

2) As much as I absolutely hate it, there is another part of me that likes it.

But I know more now than I used to. Back when I was 23 and completely unwise and taking a course overload in grad school while interning and also working 30 hours a week, I was just like “this is how we live a life!” That is not true. Can you hear me in the back? THAT IS NOT TRUE.

But sometimes you still have to do stuff and there’s a lot of it and you also have very little time to do it in. So let me tell you a deadline secret, it is very important: the answer to Brenna’s acute deadline crisis is, drink water, eat almonds, divide each 24-hour cycle into two discrete sections, allowing for one 3-hour sleep cycle and one 4 to 5-hour one. This is because if you are me, you start to feel like you are not allowed to sleep. This is a lie. And in fact, if you don’t sleep, I promise your work won’t be as good. At very best, it will be pretty weird. Also, drink less coffee. You think you need it, but you don’t.

I realize the answer to this question escalated quickly. Probably just focus on points 1 and 2—telling the difference between when your brain is empty and when it’s just dragging its feet. Unless you are a person who is currently living my 23-year-old life. In which case, you are not just allowed to sleep. Dude, you HAVE TO.

How to study while struggling with mental-health

Em Português

  So, I’m new to this studyblr thing, but I haven’t seen something like this before. Studying can be hard while you go on and off with with your illness, and I believe the most important is bending your way of thinking. It’s hard word. But recovery is such a gratifying hard work. 


   You just can’t study sometimes, and that doesn’t mean you’re not being productive. Treat yourself, your body needs rest, food, exercise, relaxing. Everytime you do one of this, you can congratulate yourself. Congratulate yourself, even if it seems so small. In my bad days, texting my best friend is hard. And I let myself feel good when I do it. When I think that only if I’m studying I’m being productive, I tend to loose motivation, and get into the vicious circle of feeling bad brcause I don’t study and not studying cause I feel bad. So I find other ways to feel productive, and increase them until I can put small studies - and them increase them! This might take a few days, or weeks. But remember that you’re trying and that already is remarkable, so do congratulate yourself and do be proud that you got out of bad to brush your teeth. 

 You can try: 

  • Taking care of yourself 
  • Watching a TV show. 
  • Baking something! I love this one 
  • Stretching and walking. It can be just around your room, but it will wake your body up. Cuddle and playing with a pet if you have one. 
  • Reading anything. It can be the dumbest fanfic ever, but it will help you concentrate, so nice one! 
  • Playing a game. 
  • Sketching drawings or random quotes. And this ain’t meant to look pretty, just to be fun. 
  • Coloring.
  • Making yourself some tea. 
  • Anything really!

  “But others are so productive”. You know what is AWSOME? Living when your mind is fighting against you. You’re already formidable for anything you can accomplish because of this. Remember that you’re not to blame on how your brain works, and allow yourself bad days. And every time you do study, don’t ever think “finally, I lost so many times already” but be SUPER proud of you. I am. You’re doing great if you’re searching so much to find helpful tips already.


   Planing is great, but breaking schedules is ok. This happens to everyone, I promise. You wouldn’t blame yourself if you got stuck in the rain, or had to help a friend, right? So why do if you can’t get out if bed? You can’t always control it. So what I do is planing, and instead of feeling bad about what I haven’t done, I feel good about what I have done. Sometimes, looking at lost dates is hard. So I close my agenda and just make a to-do list, crossing the items when I get to them, and never following orders. And remember to put small tasks in your list as well! 


  Have a routine before studying, and have a routine before studying when you’re not feeling good. This helps your brain associate that it needs to concentrate. 

 I have three routines, for example:
 In my normal days, I just stretch, drink cold water and put some music I like and get straight to studying hard.
 On my sad days, I take a cold shower, eat a snack and play some concentration games. Only then I get to studying, and I start with baby steps - I tend to watching videos or listening to poadcasts first. It takes a while, but anything you can do you need to feel proud about.
  On my hipomaniac days, I go for walks or even runs. I need to tire my body a bit or I can’t focus. Then I take two glasses of water and a shower. Only THEN I study, and usually start with reading, to remind myself that while I have a lot of energy and feel good, it won’t do anything without discipline. 

  Find out what works for you. On bad days it will take a while, but if it gets you going, it is more than worth it. 


  Exercise. And again, it is okay when you can’t - and not a privilege of us neuroatypicals. But exercises are good ways to control your body chemistry. I have three exercise routines - again, for normal days in which I have energy, for days when I have less energy and for days in which I have WAY too much energy. You also don’t need to do this everyday, this is me, but have a schedule. And never fear to break schedules. Also, eat healthy.

  Remember: mental illness is all about chemistry, which is frustrating, but also means you can hack it. And not just with medication. 


  Talk about your feelings, and not only when they’re bad. If you can afford a therapist, great. If you don’t, regularly talk to hotlines or trustworthy persons. Or just write about it. It really works to reduce your number of crises.


  Power posing. Talking about hacking brain chemistry! I learnt this from a lecture called Our Body Language Shapes Who We Are, from psychologist Amy Cuddy - you can find it at TED. And it changed my life. Posing like Wonder Woman or all star spread for two minutes gets your cortisol (stress hormone) levels down, and your testosterone levels up! Sounds silly, but it does work. Also, it does look kinda silly so you can laugh and have fun while at it.


  Have safety plans for every bad emotion you feel. I make lists I can look at when an emotion is overwhelming and pick something to do. Things like anxiety crises, sadness, anger, apathy and self destructive thoughts. This will help you reduce the times of this bad emotions and refrain it from growing into worse things, such as episodes. 


  Motivation. Motivation is important to anyone. I love lists - especially because I can hide them if they’re making me feel bad - so I have one for this as well. Things such as: 

  •  I love learning 
  •  Studying is a way of having control over my brain 
  • I want to be a teacher that makes a difference

  I also love listening to Sia’s The Greatest, it’s kinda of my fighting song. If you have one, blast it and perform it ridiculously around your room until your dog is staring at you like you bring dishonor to the family - or is it just my life. 

  Find your motivation and keep it to your chest. ]


  Try out different study methods in different states. Look at posts at studying tips - always remembering that some might not work for you, and that’s not (just) because of your illness, and that’s ok, that’s why they are so many - and use them to build your study routines. Routines are great because they bring safety and help you when you’re lost. 


 Sometimes you can’t control your sleep. It is important to try, however, don’t blame yourself if your brain just make it impossible some days. This is to the folks that are on the bipolar spectrum and like me can go 5 days straight with a maximum of 4 hours of daily sleep. If you know you can’t control it, don’t force it. It will make you feel anxious and you get MORE enrgy and impulsiveness. Tiring your body and brain helps. 

  There are days when it is three a.m. and I just can’t sleep but am not feeling bad. On those days, I work for a maximum of two hours. It is a nice moment for putting your reading in day. But never do this for many consecutive days, you’ll feel like a zombie later. However, it can help with getting something done. And it is especially calming for unrest. 


  Remember that bad days happen and you’re allowed to feel, to cry and rest. And that you’re never a burden when you need help or talk about your feelings. You are only human. Have routines, break routines. Do crazy wishes like decorating a Christmas tree in the middle of June. Pamper yourself. And just never give up. 

Hope some of this helped.

Here’s a thing: If you suspect your vet is ripping you off, they just might be ripping you off

You know the thing where people either don’t have health insurance or do but mistakenly get sent an itemized medical bill and they see hospitals charging like $80 for an aspirin and $150 for a blanket and $5000 for a paper gown*? That shit goes on in veterinary medicine both with procedures and drugs prices. Only difference is, almost nobody on the planet has pet insurance so almost all vet bills come out of pocket. And there’s an added layer of mystery because much of the time your animal can’t (or doesn’t) indicate if something is wrong. Even more so than with with human medicine, people are entirely at the mercy of what their veterinarian tells them is necessary.

I won’t go so far as to say vets deliberately mislead people to make money. I will say that I’ve seen prices for pretty standard procedures cost as much as 100% more depending on which clinic you go to. And I don’t mean ‘normal vet office in suburban neighborhood vs mobile vet bus in downtrodden area’. I mean like, down the street. Sometimes things cost what they cost though. That’s why I say the biggest problem I see with vets ripping people off is in their policy on expensive, invasive procedures. In my time I have seen vet’s offices recommend annual full dental cleanings (anesthesia, x-ray, and all, every single year), and whole hip replacements for 12 year old dogs with like the normal joint/skeletal degeneration you’d expect from a 12 year old dog–while not telling owners that said replacement will mean the animal may also need to be on blood thinners, pain killers, and anti inflammatory meds for the rest of its life. 

And I know this shit is bad practice because I’ve seen good, responsible, pragmatic veterinarians who sit down with owners and explain that having a tumor removed from their 4 year old guinea pig is probably a waste of money, and there’s a higher-than-normal chance that such a small animal could die under anesthesia. I’ve known good vets who will tell you their whole office policy is to try to not do invasive surgery on dogs over 10, because it’s super stressful and carries higher risk. I’ve known responsible vets who just straight up say yes your dog has epilepsy, but the meds to help that are expensive and will damage its kidneys, so unless it’s having a seizure a month I don’t recommend it. I’ve known pragmatic vets who straight up tell people, “Your pet is old. It’s going to slowly degenerate. When it gets to be too much you can have it put down, but burning money to make it act like it did when it was young is fighting a losing battle that will ultimately decrease its quality of life and bankrupt you.”

Those are the sorts of vets you look for, because those people know that animals are animals, and people have budgets. PLEASE don’t internalize messages that the amount of money you’re willing to spend is evidence of how much you love your pet. Sometimes shit is extremely expensive, and it’s just not responsible to spend thousands of dollars on a pet. IME I’ve noticed a difference in the kind of clientele certain offices get? Like, ‘upper-middle class people who can afford dog chemo and will shell out a mortgage payment so Fluffy can live 1 more year’ vs ‘everyone else’. You can tell quickly which kind of client your vet is used to servicing based on what kind of shit they recommend. It’s tough to draw a firm line on that, because young animals need rounds of vaccinations like young humans, and some animals do have health problems, or special concerns. But if you have a healthy 5 year old cat and they have you coming in every 6 months for blood work, and they’re trying to sell you on pet insurance**, I’d say that’s a red flag. Some vets are pretty down to earth, and will work with you, or offer alternatives to expensive procedures. Some live in a beverley hills bubble and look down on owners who won’t sell all their possessions to have their dog’s brain transplanted into a rocket-powered cyborg body.

So if you have doubts about either the cost of a procedure or a diagnosis, shop around/get a second opinion. I just had to do that for my dog. She needs her teeth cleaned and her regular vet was charging $600 for it before the x-ray. I called around one afternoon and found a great place who will do it for $240, x-ray included! So we now we have a new vet!

*for those not familiar with the widespread phenomenon of outrageous hospital markups and soaring drug prices:

**Lots of people have good things to say about pet insurance. I’m not one of them. I think it’s a scam. It maybe comes in handy in the first year of your pet’s life when they need all their shots, and to get spayed/neutered. And maybe at the end of its life, depending on how much money you’re willing to spend to delay the inevitable. But most of the time, your average mongrel dog or cat won’t need any serious medical intervention, ever (barring getting in a fight with a porcupine or car).

I’ve seen spoilers about Cas becoming more powerful, and that Cas will go through something transformative towards the end of the season. One of the ideas my brain landed on is what if the reason behind cas transforming and gaining more power is because he grew a soul while he was human and it’s combined with his grace? It falls back onto the whole ‘souls are power’ theme. Perhaps his soul been lying dormant inside Cas all this time and something happens to ‘awaken’ it, or that Cas somehow becomes aware of it and can finally harness its power to help him.

I’m just really struck by this idea because Cas having his own soul and his soul powering him up because it would be a literal representation of his humanity and heart being his greatest strength. How awesome would that be? Especially since it’s Cas’ heart that sets him apart from other angels. One of the central conflicts we’ve seen affecting Cas is that push and pull between his angelic identity and his humanity; it’s often placed him in this difficult in-between state that’s left him feeling isolated and unsure of where he belongs. It would be amazing to see Cas finally realizing that ‘crack in his chassis’ isn’t something that is ‘wrong’ with him (as characterized by the angels), but something that is amazing and beautiful about him, something that he should be proud of.

Can we talk for a second about Prowling Serpopard and how one key omission in its design has ignited a war between the Vorthos and Mel sides of my brain? 

It doesn’t have deathtouch. 

“So what?” you say. “Green only gets deathtouch at secondary, and there’s nothing about the design of this card that makes it lean towards having deathtouch. It doesn’t synergize with the other rules text, and with a power of 4, it doesn’t really need it. It would just clutter card space.” 

And yes, that’s all 100% true! But then I look at the art and… 

And here’s the thing. You see those stripes? In a discussion on snake identification, the specific order those colors appear in is significant. 

These two snakes are the harmless King Snake and the highly venomous Coral Snake. When looking at them side by side, the difference between them is fairly obvious, but they’re rarely seen side by side. And in the wild, if you see a snake with red, black, and yellow stripes, you probably won’t want to reach for a field guide to figure out what it is. (Admittedly, the best advice for either snake is to just leave it the heck alone, but that’s beside the point.) 

So these two snakes have given rise to a whole host of cutesy rhymes and mnemonic devices over the years to remember which is which. Like this one for example: 

So why does this matter? Because as a former Boy Scout, I had this information pounded into my head on a regular basis. (Never mind the fact that neither of these species is native to where I live, but again, that’s beside the point.) 

So when Prowling Serpopard was released, as soon as I realized it was a cat SNAKE, the first thing I did was look at the order of its stripe colors. And sure enough, it’s got red on yellow. DANGER!! 

So then I expect to see it has deathtouch or some other mechanical representation of its famed venom and lethality, but it doesn’t. 

And then my rational side kicks in and is like, “Yeah, of course it doesn’t have deathtouch. Look at the card. That wouldn’t make any sense, Dave.” And then I’m like, “Shut up rational side of my brain! Look at the stripes!! DANGER!!” 

And now we’re right back where we started. 

What is the point of all this? 

…I dunno. It’s just been buzzing around my brain since yesterday when I saw the card. So I figured I’d share. 

My Queen

Sakura has the best skill and character development in the whole naruto series. the desire to save her boys was the driving force, and all she had was her brain and chakra control. no clan background, no asspull god powers, no kurama, no sharingan, no nothing. she went from a helpless little girl to a powerful, intelligent, confident medic nin with perfect evasion, observation skills, amazing strength, sannin and thus the strongest and most skilled kunoichi and best healer all around in 3-4 years. no one else managed that.
Sakura is a one woman army. whether you like that or not. deal with it.

(Request) Dirty Desires

Title: Dirty Desires

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: @hardelvencock

Hey I’ve been wondering if you can do a smut one shot(?) Where it’s s7 episode 1 and where the reader is in the line up and is being degraded by negan and (also maybe humiliation in front of the group) you’re loving every second of it.

Warnings: SUPER NSFW, rough sex, humiliation, degradation

Note: This is a long one and very, very NSFW. If any of the aforementioned warnings might trigger you, please do not read. Also, Negan doesn’t have any redeeming quality in this so yeah. But I enjoyed writing this so much (even if it’s my first time writing this kind of smut) so thank you hardelvencock for the request! I hope you like it! xoxo

“Oh my goodness! Look at this!”

You were supposed to feel scared, to fear for your life and most of all, be angry. Abraham had just been killed by Negan and he wasn’t just killed. He was bludgeoned to death, his head bashed in by a baseball bat countless of times as if the first blow wasn’t enough. And being a good friend of the soldier, you were supposed to despise Negan. And you did, not because he killed one of your own.

But because he turned you on.

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Chuck and Amara - the ultimate Destiel expositions

Ok so I can’t help but think of Austin Powers and Basil Exposition while writing this whole post cos thats where I learned the term as a 10 year old….

Originally posted by austinpowersquotes

Anyway! 

After writing quite a few pieces on Mary as a catalyst for the emotional growth of Sam and Dean I thought about Amara which in turn made me think about Chuck and then came an absolute lightbulb moment (for me). Chuck has already been shown as the narrator and expositional over-voice in Swan Song and alongside this and how I view nearly all Amara’s dialogue in season 11 my brain went to….

Chuck has always been important to Cas’s story obviously and it’s clear that Mary is important to Dean (and Sam’s) story. Going back I’ve noticed so many exposition moments for the bond between Dean and Cas and I realised when noting them down that Chuck often exposes Cas’s side of the story and Amara Dean’s. By exposition moments I mean something that’s not between the two of them but a parallel or an interaction with a different character that exposes their feelings towards the other. This is key on screen because you can’t know what’s going on inside a character’s mind like you can in a book, this has to come another way so you get expositions or self-aware moments like Dean’s praying/longing scene or interactions with other characters like Metatron’s multiple scenes with Cas.

With hindsight I feel like Chuck is a character exposition of Cas’s feelings for Dean and Amara a character exposition of Dean’s feelings for Cas. 

Below the cut : How I believe Chuck & Amara reveal Destiel exists in S11.

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The Adrien Diaries...

Okay, so this is particular entry is a Valentine’s Day special… that’s over a week late. Deal with it, inspiration for the most awkward scenario only struck yesterday after talking to both @animatedsuperchick19 (who suggested the game they are playing) and @mr-hawkmoth (who talked me into this being an Adrien Diaries/Aftermath Addendums). Blame them for sunshine boy’s suffering.

 Now, this has an Aftermath Addendums coming, as well as ANOTHER Adrien Diaries Entry… Although if ya’ll are hoping to get poor Mari’s POV anytime soon, keep waiting XD

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you know what i would love but would kill me to watch

kim has always been bothered that trini said she didnt have any friends so she’s determined to get trini a prom date. trini agrees because “sure why not theres no bad guys”

so kim goes all out with almost all of the guys in their school and it fails every time but on the plus side they get to hang out a lot every time it blows up in their faces and there having so much fun but at the same time kims so frustrated?? because trini is so kind and funny and p r e t t y she deserves a date!!!!! and one day kim yells about it and trini’s like “why dont you just take me then? oops” and kim internally explodes and runs away and they dont talk

finally billys like “wait why are you two fighting this isnt that hard” and jason and zach (and maybe tommy idk) are all like no billy its complicated let them figure it out and billys like “um no??? it’s not??? they both obviously love each other they should go to prom together!!! now stop messing up the morphing grid” and kim and trini make up

they tell their parents theyre going with jason and billy as their dates for cover but then at prom theyre all happy and dancing and cute in PINK AND YELLOW PROM DRESSES

and maybe they gotta go kick ass in those dresses right after or something idk my brains not able to get past how cute those two would be dancing together

Love is for everyone.

I tell myself.

It is. No mater who you are or how alone you feel, someone loves you. Mom, dad, grandma, even neighbor.

Falling in love is what’s not for everyone.

I often think that is what’s problematic for me. I fall in love too fast and too hard.

I fell in love with the way his eyes mimicked the crashing waves of the ocean.

I fell in love with his inquisitive glance at the sunset, wonder how on earth anything could be so beautiful.

I fell in love with his messy locks of pure gold hair and the way they fell so effortlessly.

I fell so hard I was never able to catch my breathe again.

Hoping one day he would look at me the same way he looked at the sky when it twisted with anger and roared with power.

He was in love with the sky.

He is in love with everything I’m not.

Fearless.
Strong.
Clear.
Smart.
Skinny.
Rich.
Plentiful.

That was found in a small girl who mirrored the look of art.

He loved her, not knowing how it completed destroyed me.

What made me crumble the most is knowing that I could have been all those things. I would be all those things for him.

Instead he will never come to know he look of my face or the sharpness of my personality.

He would have been in love with the way my brain formed poetry effortlessly.

He would have been in love from the moment our eyes made un breaking contact.

There is something about the gaze I could hold with those I want.

The way my soft eyes would imprint his heart, making him forever mine.

His attraction to me would be stronger than a magnate.

He wouldn’t stand a chance against me.

He would have been in love with the way I move and speak.

The length of my legs and the curves of my hips would have driven him insane.

His need for our bodies to be in contact would be vital.

His infatuation would have been stronger than mine.

He would spend his whole life wondering how he could love someone so much.

So much it hurts.

Instead i have to believe that there is a reason his lips will never speak my name.

A reason his body and soul will never connect with mine.

I have to believe it or i would not make it another second in this world.

But as I’ve said before, there are some who are not meant to fall in love.

I am one of them so therefore, he will never know me.

And i will spend my whole life thinking that i am the only one love is not for.

But still knowing he would have loved me more than life.

● ———— DEVIL’S REJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS.

* triggering content below, proceed to read/reblog with caution!

’ If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here. ’
’ Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch! ’
’ Chinese, Japanese, Dirty knees, look at these! ’
’ What you lookin’ at? ’
’ I’m lookin’ at you, _________. ’
’ Yeah, you see something you like? ’
’ I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed. ’
’ Oh, well I don’t disappoint. ’
’ Please, mister. This is insane. ’
’ ‘Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. ’
’ Is the shit on? ’
’ Please… Stop… ’
’ Stop? Bitch, I have just started. ’
’ I bet all the girls/guys wanna fuck you. ’
’ Would you say that again? ’
’ Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? ’
’ That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth. ’
’ I’m gonna have to be taking your car today. ’
’ What’s that about clown business? ’
’ Do I stutter, bitch? ’
’ There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future. ’
’ I think I’m gonna be wanting some ice cream in about ten miles. ’
’ Don’t you fucking imitate me, it’s fucking rude! ’
’ I know what I know and I know I don’t like that nut sack… ’
’ Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you? ’
’ Yes, it is going to kill me! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? I’m in and out in two seconds! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? ’
’ I think I’m gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity. ’
’ Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good! ’
’ Tutti Fuckin Fruity! ’
’ Here’s the list of names I need you to run down for me. ’
’ That’s a funny-ass name. ’
’ Just tell me if anything connects. ’
’ Shit always floats our way, don’t it? ’
’ You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you’d catch it all. ’
’ Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road. ’
’ You’re smoking dope. ’
’ You recognize the clown? ’
’ Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! ’
’ I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill ‘em! ’
’ What’s the matter, kid? Don’t ya like clowns? ’
’ Why? Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny? ’
’ I’m gonna kill your whole fucking family. ’
’ All right, now get your fuckin’ ass out the car. Go on. ’
’ They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ I love famous people! They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ Consider me fuckin’ Willy fuckin’ Wonka! ’
’ You ain’t goin’ nowhere, bitch! ’
’ What? Are you calling me a whore? ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you and make it fast. ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you but then you had to go and play the fucking hero! ’
’ Hurry up and don’t take too fucking long. ’
’ I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work. ’
’ You’ve got to hustle that pussy, baby. ’
’ Did you hear what he called me, boss? ’
’ Find a new angle and you might attract a higher clientele. ’
’ Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. ’
’ There must be one hundred yards of bloody asphalt and corpse chunks. ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! ’
’ I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ I’m gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I’m gonna skin em’ alive! ’
’ They’re gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they’re gonna beg me for mercy! ’
’ They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! ’
’ But all I’m gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death! ’
’ Give me some sugar, bitch. Make it sweet. ’
’ I keep thinking about old times. Like when you was a fucking baby. ’
’ Shoot me! Shoot me right in the ass! ’
’ So what do you wanna do? ’
’ I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! ’
’ Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door! ’
’ What are you gonna do? Shoot me? ’
’ Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you? ’
’ I swear I’ll do it! I’ll kill you! ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? I’m your only hope. ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? ’
’ There ain’t no bullets in this thing. It’s all fucking mind power. ’
’ I think I can still smell your wife’s pussy stink on my gun… ’
’ Where the hell you goin’? Damn it. ’
’ I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out. ’
’ Sir, you think we’re gonna die here today? ’
’ You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero. ’
’ Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death! ’
’ Meow, meow, here pussycat. ’
’ You gonna take me back to your room and play with me? ’
’ Will you just keep your head in the business at hand here! ’
’ Are you staring at my sister and thinking bad thoughts? ’
’ Woo hoo! I feel like we’re all really getting to know each other now! ’
’ Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me. ’
’ Does she like it when you puke? I mean is that part of your deal? ’
’ Well there ain’t no what, that’s the end of the road. ’
’ Killing sounds so permanent. ’
’ It don’t scare me none and it don’t suddenly make you a fucking hero. ’
’ I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head! ’
’ You could go piss yourself for all I care. ’
’ If you want special favors you gotta give me something in return. ’
’ I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. ’
’ Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor. ’
’ I want you to see what happens to heroes… ’
’ I can’t fucking wait! You want it? Here it is, come and get it. ’
’ I want them alive long enough so I can piss in their faces. ’
’ Oh man! I could hear that bone shatter all the way from back here! ’
’ Looks like you’re not getting off that easy. Huh, bitch? ’
’ I bet you scare lots of folks, don’t ya? ’
’ You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? ’
’ What’s that I smell? I smell rabbit! ’
’ You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? ’
’ Why don’t you get back on your fucking horse and ride. ’
’ Next time, we go someplace else. ’
It's fluff, I swear.

A/N: There’s some mention to one of my ask fics (the star gazing & pillow fort one with motorcycle Betty) that may confuse you a little if you didn’t read it

“This is so cliché, I love it.” Veronica’s laugh bubbles out of her mouth as she reaches out to tangle her fingers with her girlfriend’s.

“I figured you would enjoy a classic go karts and mini golfing date.” Betty smiles at Ronnie, “I liked the idea of taking it a little old school for our five year anniversary.” Veronica tugs impatiently on her hand, pulling her towards the entrance.

“You make us sound old when you say it like that, B.” Betty just shrugs as she follows behind her girlfriend, admiring her curves and the perfect swell of her ass. When she finally tears her eyes away from the view, she catches sight of Veronica’s pleased smirk and rolls her eyes playfully, a soft pink tint coating her cheeks.

“We’re only twenty-three Ronnie. There’s plenty of years ahead of us to look forward to.”

“Well,” Veronica turns around, walking backwards as she draws out the word, “What I’m looking forward to right now is beating your ass in go karts and mini golf.” She winks at her before turning back around and tugging Betty up to walk alongside her.

When they reach the kiosk, Veronica starts to dig through her purse before her girlfriend stops her, handing the man the necessary amount of money for karting and mini putt. Ronnie pouts as they walk towards the race track.

“I wanted to pay.” Betty just shakes her head, a fond smile playing on her lips.

“Trust me, you don’t need to pay for anything with the amount of…gifts you gave me. The one I woke up to, the one in the shower, before and after breakfast. Not to mention the amazing antique typewriter you got me.” Veronica’s pout turns into a smug smile as they stand in line.

“I’m surprised you’re even walking straight.” The blush that spreads across Betty’s cheeks earns her a beautiful laugh.

“If we’re being honest..it’s taking everything in me to walk normal.” Veronica laughs again, the sound sending Betty’s heart fumbling.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.” She whines, her bottom lip jutting out.

“Awwww, I’m sorry baby.” Ronnie coos, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll kiss it better when we’re somewhere more private.” Betty’s face somehow flushes a darker shade of pink as she listens to her girlfriend’s giggles and watches her get into one of the many awaiting karts before she shakes herself out of her stupor. Reaching into her front right pocket, she sighs in relief when her fingers brush velvet. Her heart races, yet she feels serene as she follows Veronica.

*

“I can’t believe I lost. I literally work with cars.” Betty groans, following a grinning Veronica.

“Well believe it babe and get ready to lose at mini golf too.” Betty just smiles and wraps her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Care to place a wager, gorgeous?” Ronnie side eyes her, head tilting in curiosity.

“What are the stakes?”

“Winner gets a lap dance and loser has to clean up Cate’s potty accidents for a week.” She pauses as she lets out a little laugh “I can’t believe you convinced me to name our dog Cate Blanchett.” Veronica’s arm snakes around her waist, snuggling into her side as they walk towards the kiosk.

“I mean, you get to name our next dog Nancy Drew so I’d say it’s even. And you’re so on. I hope you have a song in mind, ‘cause I want that dance as soon as we get to the apartments.” Betty shakes her head, grabbing their clubs and balls.

“You’re overconfidence will be your down fall, beautiful.” Veronica just laughs, accepting the club and ball handed to her.

*

“Don’t stand there and laugh at me!” Veronica whines. They’re on the fifth hole and Betty has discovered, to her amazement, that Ronnie has no idea how to play.

“I’m so sorry,” she trails off into a few more quieter laughs, “you were just so confident that you’d beat me and-” a snort escapes her mouth, “and you don’t even know how to swing the club.” Her girlfriend just huffs, pouting for the second time that night.

“Okay, okay, c'mere. I’ll teach you.”

Slowly, Veronica makes her way towards Betty and comes to a stop in front of her.

“You don’t need to be so stiff.” She whispers, pressing herself against Ronnie’s back and resting her hands on her hips. She gives them a light squeeze, smiling at the hitch in Veronica’s breath.

“Bend your knees slightly….Good. Now,” Betty moves her hands to rest on top of her girlfriend’s, moving them into the correct positions on the putter.

“This is where your hands should be.” Veronica nods, trying hard to focus on the mini lessons, but finding it difficult with the warmth of Betty against her.

“You don’t need to swing so hard. Just like this.” She swings their arms gently, watching as the ball rolls through the miniature windmill and into the hole on the other side.

“Okay?” She nods again, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Betty finally pulls back.

They move onto the next hole and Veronica tries once before asking Betty to show her again.

(Betty wins, but Veronica doesn’t mind giving her favorite girl a lap dance. Especially when she knows it’ll end in her favor.)

(She might’ve minded cleaning up after the puppy if she wasn’t so cute.)

*

They walk hand in hand towards Betty’s car, her free hand brushing her pocket to make sure the slight bulge is still there.

“This was fun.” Veronica watches as her girlfriend nods in agreement.

“Do you have any song requests for me when we get home?” Betty opens the passenger side door to the jeep for her before wandering around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

“Uhm actually…we have one more place to go.” The car starts and she pulls out. Glancing over towards the girl in the seat next to her, she notices Veronica already looking at her and her gaze darts back to the road as Ronnie continue to study her curiously.

“You seem nervous…Where are we going? What are we doing?” There’s a sudden gasp and Betty’s eyes flicker towards her in panic before Veronica continues.

“Has this all been a ploy to gain my trust just so you could take me out into the woods and murder me?” It all comes out in a rushed breath and the absurdity of the statement startles a laugh out of Betty.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

*

They drive into a familiar abandon parking lot and Veronica’s eyes widen in concern.

“Lovers Look Out?”

The car shuts off and Betty turns in her seat to ease her girlfriend’s qualms, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip Ronnie’s own.

“I know you probably don’t associate this place with good memories, but I was hoping to change that while we’re in town.”

She just nods at Betty’s words, trying to stop herself from thinking back to that part of their past.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She looks up at the soft tone in Betty’s voice.

“I promise I won’t leave this time. I’m never leaving you, okay?” A nod and Betty is leaning across the center console to pull Veronica into a gently kiss. Foreheads pressed together as lips barely brush.

*

They’ve been laying quietly in the field for a few minutes, in a blanket fort eerily similar to the last one, before either one of them breaks the silence.

“You see that there?” Betty asks quietly, finger tracing the constellation as Veronica snuggles deeper into her side and nods.

“That’s Adromeda. She was an Ethiopian princess, daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Her mother, Cassiopeia, loved to brag about how beautiful she was and had dared to say she was even more beautiful than the queen of the gods, Juno-”

She listens, enraptured as her girlfriend points to the many different pictures the stars make up, telling the stories in a way that leaves her in a trance. Eventually, they drift away from actual constellations and to made up stories and fairytales.

“That one reminds me of our fur baby back home.” Veronica murmurs, still pressed into her girlfriend’s side. Betty huffs out a laugh, looking at the bundle of stars Ronnie is pointing out. They settle down into another comfortable bout of silence before Betty is sitting up, pointing to a specific star in the sky. It’s much brighter than all the other ones and it’s intense blue hue has Veronica wondering how she hadn’t noticed before.

“That star right there, that’s your star.” She looks over to the girl sat next to her. Noticing how she’s practically shaking. Shaking with what? She doesn’t know.

“What do you mean that’s my star?”

She digs into her back pocket and grabs her wallet, pulling out a folded up sheet of laminated paper. Betty hands it to Veronica, watching nervously as she opens it.

“You did not name a star after me, Betty. That’s so gay.” Ronnie teases fondly before noticing what the name of the star is.

“Why’d you name it ‘Veronica Cooper-Lodge’?” She questions, her eyes drawing away from the paper in her hands to the kneeling girl in front of her. She notices the small black box gripped tightly in Betty’s hand and her lips part in a silent gasp as she realizes what’s happening.

“Veronica, when you first swept into Pop’s wearing that ridiculously attractive, stupid cape, I had knew then and there that you would utterly ruin me.” She pauses as she takes in a shaky breath, eyes never tearing away from her girlfriend’s gaze. “And when you kissed me at tryouts, I realized how..screwed I was. Because somehow you had wormed your way into my heart and broke it, all within a week of me knowing you. And yet, you were also the one to mend it and I’ve never met anyone who had, has, so much power over my heart.” They’re both crying and it takes everything in her to stay put and finally get the words that have been crowding her brain since they met, and not to reach out and hold Veronica.

“I’ve never found someone who just…gets me like you do. We’re soulmates, we fit together in all the right ways, similar and somehow different enough to compliment each other. Fate threw us together for a reason and who am I to deny destiny?” Betty pauses to shakily open the box, the ring glinting in the moonlight. Their eyes don’t stray from each other.

“Veronica Lodge, will you go full dark, no stars and marry me?” ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ AHSJDNEKSIJE MY HEART MY LORD FUKDKE. THANK YOU

Theory time!

I think that Caitlin’s powers make her….uh…..disagreeable with most people is because of what her powers actually are. 

 Barry’s powers don’t make him bad. Maybe an inflated ego and a bit of arrogance, but not a bad person. What are his powers? Super speed. He becomes the Energizer Bunny and he pretty much exercises for a living. Working out releases chemicals in the brain that can make people happier. By my own logic, Barry’s powers just make him a happier person by nature so OF COURSE his powers won’t turn him evil 

Cisco’s powers are all about vibrations. The reason why cats purr is because the frequency in which they vibrate actually has healing properties (I’m not screwing around, this is true) and can speed up the healing process. Also, those vibrating chairs at the mall and those cheap neck vibrators are marketed as being soothing for back and muscle pains. And that’s pretty much all I know about what vibrations do, but I can honestly say I haven’t heard squat on vibrations turning people evil. From what I know, vibrations are healing. Nothing evil about healing 

Enough exposure to cold can have your brain sending pain signals and if you have ever menstruated without a Midol then you know that anyone in constant pain doesn’t exactly act nice, they just want the pain to stop. Seasonal Depression Disorder is a thing and it pretty much means “snow falling = I don’t want to exist right now” for those of you who don’t study mental illness like I do. For many people, cold represents fear and hopelessness. Caitlin’s powers are creating and manipulating cold. While the full on evil Killer Frost is a bit of an exaggeration, I think it’s safe to say that a large part of why Killer Frost is the way she is, is that she’s in pain, she’s scared, and she’s not thinking clearly

I have grown up listening to people telling me: “make sure you are the best one!” or “this way you’ll look prettier than all of them” 
in my mind, I thought: is this a competition? if I don’t win, i’m somehow uglier, less talented, or worthless? Is there just one kind of intelligence, talent or beauty? 

So many years listening to all kinds of comments from teachers, parents, friends and the media, it’s only natural that we need ALL the positive and girl power thinking. Let’s try to tattoo this on our brains 💕