and destroying things

I am very cruel to myself. I demand perfection, but I am very lazy. I want to become great, but I fear the result of becoming misunderstood. I desire to be loved, but I panic at the thought of becoming rejected. I yearn to heal, but I long for the things that destroy me in the end.
—  juansendizon 

starstruckkingdomparadise  asked:

If Danny doesn't want to fight ghosts all the time then he should destroy the ghost portal. Of course, his parents may build another, but he could tell them that they're putting lives in danger by allowing ghosts into their world.

This has actually been pointed out before, and it’s most likely not that simple.

The Million Dollar Ghost tells us about the ecto-filtrator, which needs to be changed out every 6 months or else the ghost portal explodes. Danny Phantom also took heavy influence from Ghostbusters, and shutting off the containment unit (similar to the ghost portal in its function) “would be like dropping a nuclear bomb on the city.”

Of course, Phantom Planet shows us that the portal can be safely shut off and even destroyed, but that’s Phantom Planet. Everything prior to that tells us that shutting off or destroying the portal could be extremely dangerous.

I’m sure Danny would love to destroy the thing to give himself a break, but he wouldn’t want to act without knowing the consequences. The portal is in his home, after all.

ftr at the end of tbol when joaquin says “ive never seen more clearly” i go verified bananas. full on chimpanzee screaming. throwing things. destroying my own home. all for the love of joaquin mondragon channing tatum the book of life 2014 dir jorge gutierrez

anonymous asked:

I would have searched for an answer in dreamswapasks but it's HUGE!!! So two questions, is error still technically the destroyer or would that title be taken for someone else? Next is, can we see what's in everyone's CHECK box? (Like all the primary and secondary characters)

I guess Error still is the destroyer, and likes destroying things for the heck of it sometimes, but he’s not interested in destroying AUs in Dreamswap.

As for everyone’s check boxes, I can’t come up with anything clever right now, and I don’t have exact stats either. Sorry x_x

anonymous asked:

And you didn’t gain them back when you started eating again?

Oh no I did. I gained like crazy, but tbh I never fast to lose. I fast because I fucking hate myself and I have a thing about destroying my body lmao


“It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Draco rolled his eyes while he brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

“I’m going to ignore that unhelpful comment.” He narrowed his eyes and examined his work. It really was far from perfect. Why wouldn’t the stupid icing cooperate?

“It looks nice.”

Draco put his hands on his hips, momentarily forgetting they were covered in flour, and scowled.

“Nice,” he repeated. “Thanks, Potter. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear after spending five hours on this thing.”

Potter sighed and put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It looks lovely. Well, maybe a bit scary, but… it’s a cute dragon.”

Draco felt his cheeks heat up and he slapped Potter’s hand away.

“It’s not a dragon, you imbecile!”

Potter blinked.

“Oh. Um… it’s a nice… hippogriff?”

“Why would I want it to look like something that nearly killed me?”

This time, it was Potter who rolled his eyes.

“It didn’t. Not even nearly. You really need to get over it.”

Draco snorted and picked up the piping bag. Writing something on the cake with this was so much harder than he had anticipated. And Potter watching him wasn’t exactly helping.

Maybe he shouldn’t have used so many colours to ice the cake. The writing was barely legible. This was such a mess. But he didn’t have time to start over. Frustrated, he threw the piping bag on the table.

“Why am I so bad at this?”

Draco hated being bad at something. Anything.

He felt two arms encircle his hips and Potter’s body pressing against his from behind. He rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Why didn’t you use magic?” he asked timidly.

You don’t need magic to do this,” Draco said quietly. “I wanted to do something like that for him, too.”

Potter said nothing to that but squeezed Draco’s hips more tightly.

“When did you become so sentimental?”

“Shut up, Potter,” Draco said and shoved him with his elbow. He glanced at the cake and sighed. “It’s a unicorn,” he said. “Well, it’s supposed to be a unicorn.” He reached inside his pocket and pointed his wand at the cake. Before he could say the incantation, Potter grabbed his hand and lowered it.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m fixing it,” Draco said, turning around to him.

“But you wanted to do this without magic,” Potter pointed out.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that was a complete failure.”

Potter shook his head and cupped Draco’s cheek.

“Draco, it’s his first birthday. He won’t care what it looks like. He’ll probably destroy the cake within seconds as soon as you let him near it.”

“Oh, so you’re saying I did all of this for nothing?” Draco huffed. Potter smiled.

“On the contrary. I’m just saying it doesn’t have to be perfect. It will be perfect for him no matter what.”

Draco snorted, his cheeks getting warm again, but this time, it wasn’t from anger.

“Merlin, you are such a sop!”

Potter grinned at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

“And you like that about me.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I guess I’m a lost cause.” He paused and looked at the cake again.

“Do you really think he’ll like it?”

“Teddy will love it. And we’ll take lots of pictures, so he’ll always remember his perfect first birthday.”

Draco snorted again.

“Soppy,” he muttered under his breath.

“Good soppy?” Potter asked, winking at him.

Draco chuckled and leaned in to give Potter a swift kiss.

“Good soppy.”