Today I decided to be Incredibly Brave and do my homework set by my therapist and face one of my main anxiety triggers, and so I put on my playlist of songs which make me feel like I could punch 10 bears (but only if they punched me first because I respect wildlife), which is called ‘Walk Into the Saloon and Everyone Falls Silent’ and mainly consists of Marilyn Manson and Arctic Monkeys, and I went to a café on my own and ordered a huge lunch and did a crossword and it was scary but also rad!!
I have a huge phobia of going into cafés alone because I have difficulty ordering food, and today turned out to be a particularly hard day to face the fear because my hearing was playing up quite a bit and so I had a lot of ‘pardon, sorry, I can’t hear you’ to get through when ordering, which is honestly my nightmare scenario and the main reason I really hate ordering food, but I got through it and survived the nightmare scenario, although I got so flustered and embarrassed of asking the guy to repeat himself again that I forgot to order any tea, and I felt a bit poo.
BUT it ended fabulously because I ordered the tea when the other guy brought my food to the table and he told me that I could square up the bill when I left, and then when I went to pay for the tea at the end, he just said 'don’t worry about it, it’s on me,’ which made everything Good and Worthwhile.
So, the moral of the story is DO THINGS THAT SCARE YOU and sometimes THE WORST POSSIBLE THING WILL HAPPEN and it will NOT GO TO PLAN but it’ll work itself out and turn itself around in the end!!
A/N: Wow! This took a while to complete, but I really wanted this one to be something special!I really hope you guys like this Emmett x Reader, I took 3 different requests and fit them all in together. Tell me how you like it!
Requests: (#1)Could you please write an imagine on what it would be like to be mated to Emmett if the reader was really shy and/or socially awkward? How would Emmett act about it?
(#2) For the Emmett Cullen request, maybe something were the reader is very tiny and shy so he constantly flirts with her to get a reaction out of her?
(#3)Maybe an Emmett imagine where you’re new and mike won’t leave you alone and mike starts being really creepy and Emmett comes to your rescue ________________________________________________
When you’re a new student at a school you should expect to get attention. This is especially true in high school, when you think about it most of these people have known each other since they were in elementary school, so when someone new comes into the mix it is exciting. It had been a busy two weeks since I started my junior year at Forks public high school, the attention I received the first few days had worn off and I was no longer news. Except to Mike Newton.
As the weekend comes to a close, I must admit that after a week from hell with work projects, I am feeling quite rested, and a little emotional this evening.
After seeing the videos of Sam and Cait at ECCC….I am once again reminded why I became a fan of these two glorious people. They have an aura, a goodness, and all around love that makes you see and feel all that is right in the world. And because they were so giving of their time and space, I have decided to allow them their own. Everyone knows where I stand regarding these two beautiful people, and I hope their lives continue to be filled with love, and each other. I will follow them until the very end!
But, I have also learned this weekend that my “love of the ship ” really now centers around something else, and that is each of you. To all the ladies who shared their stories, pictures, squees, embarrassments and overall fabulous experience…..THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I felt like I was actually attending this con with you, and it has made me smile and laugh to no end. And, I am convinced that if they attend another one , we should figure out how to go as a whole group!! The fact that several of you got to meet, have dinner and just enjoy your experience together is what “shipping” is all about, and all of the Shipsters did us proud.
Who knows what the future holds for our dreamy duo, but I do know one thing. At the end of the day, it’s not about who is right, who is first, who has the biggest mouth ( we already know that one!😉), or who thinks they know the most…. It’s about finding a place to share, laugh, cry and even snark from time to time about something, or someone who is deserving of that kind of love and acceptance. We came together because of OL, and Sam and Cait. We are now together because of our support of each other, and that is the most beautiful ship of all.
Much love to all my fellow shipsters. I cannot imagine this place without each and every one of you, and we are the true captains of our own ship! And to those on the other side who cannot understand this level of love and friendship, well they can row right on by on their shaky lifeboats because they simply don’t get it, and never will.
Happy Sunday to you all, and thanks for a glorious weekend of memories and fun!💜❤💚💙💛
“The more I’m pushed in a position of leadership and I know I have to be the mouthpiece for so many other people who can’t speak for themselves, the more confidence I’m gaining.” And that extends to the way she views her own past and the more she shares her story. She explains: “I can hear myself say, ‘Oh yeah, I took the bus five hours just to get to the theatre, then took it five hours back,’ and I’m listening to that, I’m being an objective observer, and thinking to myself – ‘I did that?’ It’s like looking at an old picture of yourself when you felt like you looked bad, and you go, ‘Wow, I was fabulous!’ That’s how I feel about my life now – that I’m looking back at it, and I’m like, ‘I’m pretty fabulous. I really am. I’m pretty fabulous.’” — VIOLA DAVIS, The Guardian (photos by Billy Kid)
Neil Tennant of The Pet Shop Boys coined the term “imperial phase” in reference to that point in an artist’s career when they have completely captured the zeitgeist and can do practically nothing wrong.
Being familiar the concept of the “imperial phase” makes Coldplay’s 2008 song “Viva La Vida” (but especially Lady Gaga’s cover of it) all the more interesting.
Although I know very little of Coldplay, I do know that “Viva La Vida” was released well into the band’s career and biggest successes. The song contains many biblical references and looks back to a time when the narrator “ruled the world”. It’s not a stretch of the imagination to consider that the song may be a reflection upon Coldplay’s own “imperial period”, which lasted sometime around the worldwide success of the single “Yellow” and the release of their 2005 album “X&Y”.
What makes Gaga’s cover of this song most interesting is that she covered it in 2008, shortly after the release of “The Fame”. Gaga’s “imperial” period lasted from this time until the release of “Born This Way” in early 2011.
Gaga’s cover of “Viva La Vida” is in my opinion more musically interesting than Coldplay’s. It’s a live cover, and in the original unedited version she laughs and fumbles with the lyrics several times. It is truly the mark of an “imperial phase” that Gaga could be so charming and interesting even while screwing up the lyrics of a just-released hit.
It is now 2015 and Gaga’s imperial phase has come and gone. Her career suffered from overexposure and a severe case of hubris, leading to bad press and sliding record sales. Public opinion has changed as of late, and her career seems to be on the upswing, but it will never be the same as that time when she was talked about in every newspaper, beloved by hipsters and teenyboppers, and copied by every girl in the pop world. Gaga’s imperial phase was truly a special moment in time.
Now, for some personal reflection.
I was turning 18 when “Viva La Vida” and “The Fame” were released, and just entering university. I finally felt free to be myself and express who I was: a weird, artsy girl with a lot of opinions and crazy outfits. I also learned just how much I loved partying. I finally had friends! And we all loved Gaga. We went out every night and still made it to class. We got dressed together. We fell asleep on each other’s couches. My life felt truly… fabulous. Gaga and I shared the same imperial phase.
Now, as a post-grad in a university town, I feel much like the narrator of “Viva La Vida”. I remember when the world was mine to conquer, but now I just serve the university students and their friends, trying to scrape by while they party. I can still remember when my friends and I would shut down the clubs. There’s a pretty sad story behind the rise and fall of my imperial phase, but it’s better not to go into it.
When Lady Gaga ruled the world, I felt like I did too. Here’s hoping we both have a comeback.
Hello again! I’m back with lots of arts and news! (They’re mostly from personal projects tho, but I’ll do a post about it later~). The asks are about this post, now, some notes:
- I must have some kind of special hability or something to do things the wrong way, the thing was to draw characters with certain clothes and it looks as if I made a point to hide the clothes with the arms aaaaa
- On the same note, I first drew Muffet with her normal clothes. “Why?” you may wonder. I could say something like “I did it in order to get the hang of the character” or something like that, but no, the sour truth is that when I start drawing I just get so inmerged in what I’m doing I don’t think straight, and since I was watching a reference of Muffet with her normal clothes (because I don’t think I ever drew her before, at least not the UT version), I completely forgot about the actual goal of the drawing c’:
-The two last ones were requested by @askbloomtale (I didn’t want to flood you all with many posts so I decided to put them all in one).
“The more I’m pushed in a position of leadership and I know I have to be the mouthpiece for so many other people who can’t speak for themselves, the more confidence I’m gaining, I can hear myself say, ‘Oh yeah, I took the bus five hours just to get to the theatre, then took it five hours back,’ and I’m listening to that, I’m being an objective observer, and thinking to myself – ‘I did that?’ It’s like looking at an old picture of yourself when you felt like you looked bad, and you go, ‘Wow, I was fabulous!’ That’s how I feel about my life now – that I’m looking back at it, and I’m like, ‘I’m pretty fabulous. I really am. I’m pretty fabulous.” - Viola Davis.
He would walk in to the living room to see your butt about
where your head would be were you sitting normally on the couch. Your legs were
sort of just chillin on the front of the couch and the upper half of you was
hanging over the back while you let your cellphone hang down in front of you.
This combination of confusion and amusement crossed his face.
“Babe, are you okay?”
“Hey J, yeah I’m good, why?”
“No reason” He’d smile a little to himself and stifle a
laugh at the… interesting view in front of him.
“Do you maybe wanna maybe turn around so I can look at your
face instead of your butt, or should I just join you?” He’d laugh at you while
he said this, and you’d glare at him from behind the couch. He couldn’t see you
but he could tell by the huff you let out, which only led to more laughing.
Bambam’s reaction to this would be fantastic. He would walk
into the living room to see you laying with your legs up over the back of the
couch, your torso resting on the bottom, and your head hanging off the edge
while you hold your cellphone out upside down in front of you. He would smirk
when you threw an offhanded ‘hey, Bam’ his way, and then walk in to join you.
He’d carry on sort of a half conversation with you while he did his own thing
on his phone as well, and while he did he’d make a point of sitting in some
even more outlandishly ridiculous positions himself, often sacrificing comfort
just for pure comedic effect, waiting for you to notice him mocking you. You’d
look up to see him facing the back of a chair with his legs swung up on either
side of it hanging over the armrests. It looked profoundly uncomfortable.
“Hun, why are you sitting like a frog?” You’d ask, holding
in a laugh.
“What? Oh, I just saw my Jagi sitting fabulously and I am,
after all, the fabulous one in this relationship, so I felt that I just had to
do it too.”
He’d also groan and wail dramatically as the pillow that you
threw slammed into his unprotected back with a soft floop. (‘floop’… Do you
guys know what I’m talking about? Not a flop.. ‘foop?’… It’s definitely not a
thud. It’s like a thud, but the soft things version, like a beanbag or a pillow
or a blanket. Does anyone have any better onomatopoeia for this? It’s very
important to me. Very important.)
When he walked into the living room to say hi to you, he’d
see you laying straight out sideways on the floor right by the couch with your
arms propping you up so that your face was looking over the edge of the bottom
of the couch and your cellphone was held in front of you against the base of
the couch’s back. While it was actually quite comfortable for you, it looked
like your back was being stretched awkwardly, and Yugyeom was a little amused,
a little confused, and slightly concerned.
“Hey, honey, is that…really, comfortable?”
“Hey Yugyeomie! Huh? Oh, yeah it is.”
“Okay… It’s just… It looks like you’re gonna hurt your
back, are you sure?” He muttered out a with a smile of amusement.
“Yep, I’m good.”
“Okay… How about we just lay on the couch together instead, though.” He’d suggest. He think’s it’s
cute and funny, but he also just doesn’t want you to wake up the next morning
with a crick in your neck or a knot in your back, or just any variety of
This weekend was the first competition I’ve competed in since my flare in November. I did it and placed second! I didn’t win (the lady who did was fabulous on Sunday!), but I still felt like I won. Despite having a bit of a rough start to my morning in terms of symptoms, I was able to get on stage and dance well! I consider Sunday a huge victory in terms of me putting Ulcerative Colitis in its place!
Remember that time I said I probably wouldn’t do requests, ha. Though they are only lazy ass portraits because I am lazy. (And yes obviously Erwin picked that suit for Levi, since he apparently has the habit of doing so…) Now I really wish to know who you are, anon !~
Happy belated birthday to the fabulous @aloemilk who loves the fluff and the UST as much as I do. I hope you had a wonderful day.
The snowball hits
Hermione square in the back of the head, knocking her knitted hat
askew and sending frigid globs of slush slithering down the back of
her neck. After an initial cry of surprise, she pointedly adjusts her
hat and turns to face her attackers.
“It was him!”
Harry shouts and pushes a stumbling Ron toward her, then flees in the
calls after him.
takes advantage of his distraction to kick a big fan of snow into his
face. Magic is fun, but there’s something to be said for winning a battle Muggle-style too.
While Ron sputters and tries to clear
his eyes, she picks more snow up off the ground with her bare hands
and dumps two handfuls of it on his head, making sure to press some
of it into his ears. While he’s trying to remedy that, she picks up
another two handfuls and dumps them down the back of his giant sweater.
Now that her fingers are good and icy,
she goes in for the kill, quickly sliding her hands up under Ron’s
sweater and pressing them flat against his skin.
Ron lets out a shriek more
befitting a preschool girl than a teenage boy and flops around on the
ground like a fish out of water and she’s having a hard time keeping
her hands on him because she’s laughing so hard.
He stops squirming and goes quiet and after a moment she does too because they’re very close together and his skin is hot and smooth under her palms. His heart pounds beneath her fingertips and whatever has been quietly percolating between them all year is suddenly enormous and inescapable.
you give up?” she says, because she thinks she does.
Ron says, looking up at her. “I give up.”
trying to process her next move when thwunk! the snowball hits
her in the head, sending a spray of snow over both her and Ron. Harry
cheers, Ron blinks and the moment is gone.
and Ron quickly leap to their feet, their faces in a raging battle to
see who can go the deeper red. She meets his eyes briefly and he
gives a rueful half-shrug before his eyes turn to Harry and his gaze
may never know what he was thinking in that moment but she is certain
that at this moment she and Ron are in complete agreement on one thing:
James Potter is about to rue the day he was ever born.
GUESS WHO JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING BOTA?! THIS GIRL! It was awesome(Surprisingly, Double Charles didn’t ruin it comepletely), and JOHN SWASEY, DANIEL FREDRICK, AND JEREMY SCHWARTZ ROCKED!
The audience “ooh"ed and “ah"ed at Sebastian and Undertaker, and squealed and screamed and clapped whenever Grelle did something.
And I rocked my cosplay, if i do say so myself. This is the most confident i have ever been, and I felt beautiful and fabulous. I might just cosplay Grelle everyday if doing so gives me that much of a confidence boost.
Also, I was the only cosplayer there, and I got lots of compliments and fangirls squealing over me, and lots of requests for photos. And a random fangirl gave me a bear hug.
EDIT: Correction. When Undertaker revealed his face, everyone screamed, squealed, and clapped. There were also a few wolf whistles.