and i found this and screamed

In the nightstand drawer, Emma found a cluster of old photographs, most dating from the early 1900s.
Photographs of a group of four boys, at various stages of their lives. They seemed a lively bunch. Two of them—one blond, one dark-haired—were together in almost every photo, their arms slung around each other, both laughing. There was a girl with brown hair who looked a great deal like Tessa, but wasn’t Tessa. And then there was Tessa, looking exactly the same, with a gorgeously handsome man in his late twenties. The famous Will Herondale, Emma guessed. And there was a girl, with dark red hair and brown skin, and a serious look. There was a golden sword in her hands. Emma recognized it instantly, even without the inscription on the blade: I am Cortana, of the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durendal.
Cortana. Whoever the girl was in the photograph, she was a Carstairs.
—  Lord of Shadows

Perhaps one day this
Will become just another
Scar to talk about, just
A constellation in the galaxy.

Maybe these cigarette burns
Will smooth into nothing
And I will dream of angels
Who wrap wings around me.

I hope for days that don’t
End with me wrapped up
In blankets, my face in a
Pillow to smother my screams.

These hands are so empty and
Magic eludes me, I thought that
I’d found it but now it’s apparent
The magician is gone.

IM SO FULL OF EMOTION

I MIGHT BE WORKING AT THE AQUARIUM IN A FEW WEEKS

WHICH, IF I DO, ILL BE GETTING BASICALLY AN EXTRA CHEQUE WHEN I QUIT BEST BUY CAUSE I HAVE SO MANY VACATION HOURS SAVED UP, SO MY SHORT TERM FINANCIAL WORRIES ARE EASED

AND THEN JUST NOW I FOUND OUT THE NDP AND THE GREENS (two parties I support) AGREED TO WORK TOGETHER AND THE NDP ARE PROBS GONNA FORM THE NEW PROV GOVT

THIS IS!! JUST SO GREAT!!

Look what I found in Gjafars rain blanket 😱 It was laying on the pile of straw for weeks because I was too lazy to put it away and then finally I wanted to do that and I grab something yellow and the first thing I did was running away screaming and washing my hands 😂 then I unfolded the blanket and a little bee came crawling outside. I realized then that it’s a bee nest, so sorry for destroying this safe place, especially since the bees need to be protected 😧

I FORGOT TO MENTION

VERY LATE ROCK COLLECTION UPDATE: I found my itty bitty rose quartz crystal when I cleaned my room a while back!!!!! it had been “lost” (hidden among my EAH collection) for months lmao

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The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

i’ve never been the best at anything. ever. i wasn’t the best at math or even writing. i wasn’t the best runner and i wasn’t the best artist and i wasn’t the best listener. for a long time this sat inside of me, this resentment of my mediocrity. 

not being the best was the same thing as failure. 

but here’s the thing.i made a best friend in my freshman year because she knew more math than me and was patient enough to teach me. i couldn’t run but i hung back with the rest of the kids with asthma. my art never changed the world but it once made someone cry with joy as a birthday present. and my writing never made it to shelves but it carried me, and these bones, and my empty body, when nothing else sustained me.

the best sounds lovely indeed. but i was born me. and not being the best made me gentle and soft and loving. made me make friends who knew failure and who saw only the worst in themselves when i saw only gems. made me listen and learn and not be afraid of falling. made me try hard and cry and scream and beg the world to be nicer to me. but it also made me strong and capable and better at looking deep.

and here at the bottom, i found the best in mediocrity.

...this is possibly the best mistake I’ve *ever* found.

First, as the bad guy falls, the motion tracking of his face is a frame out of sync with his head…

…making it look a little something…

like this.

But that’s not all. Ohhhh no.

They also forgot to delete the facial loop when he’s upside-down…

…making him have his own screaming face…

…materialize out of his butt and fly off into the starry night, presumably returning to its home world.

Majestic. Truly, a wonder to behold.

A bunch of things that have happened at my school.
  • The graphics teacher here is seen and worshipped as a legend. Some of the graphics kids made hundreds of stickers of just his face and stuck them on stop signs all over the world.
  • Some girl got caught piercing another girl’s bellybutton during lunch. Like ya do.
  • Our TV class (they film the school news, aka “the buzz” every week) went to California, but some of them got arrested for underage drinking while there.
  • Last year, my US history teacher kicked open his door while wearing a jedi robe, proclaiming “IT IS TIME TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS!” (after which he made students play dnd with him)
  • My friend went up to our creative writing teacher and yelled “I’M GAY!” to which the teacher responded “WE KNOW!”
  • We have a huge rivalry with another school. Multiple times, both schools have been told to tone it down with the hatred. Football games are insane.
  • My marine science teacher made a student hold a spider while using “it doesn’t have many mitochondria” as reassurance.
  • This kid on instagram threatened to shoot up the school on a saturday. No one really caught onto the saturday part, so everyone freaked out.
  • We take spirit week VERY seriously - during the most recent one, people were running around the school in those inflatable dinosaur costumes. Also, we have “jazzercise thursday” aka seniors dress up in neon clothing and sprint around the school with whistles, consequently making all the teachers crave death.
  • The graphics teacher found ink buckets in the ceiling of his lab. No one really knows how they got there??
  • Because this is the south, if you go to the student parking lot, I guarantee you can find at least three jeeps lined up next to each other.
  • In french class sophomore year, we were being taught how to count in french. The french word for eighty (quatre-vingts) literally transltes to four twenties. My best friend stood up and screamed, at the top of his lungs, “FOUR TWENTY!” and got kicked out of the classroom ten minutes before the bell.

That’s all I have for now; I’m sure I’ll be back with more.

carolina

she’s got a family in carolina
so far away but she says i remind her of home
feeling oh so far from home

she never saw herself as a west coaster
moved out the way cause her grandma told her towns
better swim before you drown

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good

she’s got a book for every situation
gets into parties without invitations
how could you ever turn her down

there’s not a drink that i think would sink her
how would i tell her that she’s all i think about
but i guess she just found out

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good

i met her once and wrote a song about her
i wanna scream yeah 
i wanna shout it out 
and i hope she hears me now

[lalalalalalala break]

she’s a good girl
she’s such a good girl
she’s a good girl
she feels so good (x3)
you make me feel so good
she’s a good girl