and i like to take others down with me

I swear sometimes I think I’m the only person who likes recurring storylines.

I get it, I do, sometimes it can be repetitive, but other times… it makes it real to me? You don’t just fix a personality flaw in an instant, it takes a lot of work, a lot of trying. But each time it crops up again you deal with it a little differently, or it becomes more of a frustration to those around you, and to yourself.

A bone of contention, something to work towards.

It shows growth, and weakness, and human nature. And I kind of love it.

After Dani leaves, Natalia sits down to take out her frustrations on her toy.

Natalia:  “Just who does she think she is?  I can like the same guy as Shauna!”

She looks at the silent toy and shakes her finger at it.

Natalia:  “Why am I even talking to you?  You’re just a dumb toy.  You’d probably tell me that there are hundreds of other guys out there and I shouldn’t like the same one as my cousin.”

She promptly hits herself in the head with the toy……

Natalia:  “OW!!  Are you against me too?  I’m going to flush you down the toilet, stupid toy.”

If you’d like to read the Runaways (Sophie/Caleb) Legacy from the beginning and check out my other stories, please click here.

Runaways Legacy History - a synopsis in one post

anonymous asked:

Seeing people excited at the idea of a temporary Sanvers breakup has actually and truly made me feel extremely nauseated. Just the thought has thoroughly ruined my day. Sure, they should encounter struggles like any couple, but people don't have to break up when trouble comes around. I feel so sick.

One thing that has been repeatedly mentioned about Sanvers, by nearly everyone, is how authentically the relationship is being portrayed. Real relationships go through ups and downs. A lot of times, it *does* take a breakup for two people to realize that they can’t live without each other.
Anyone who has ever glanced at my blog knows that I am one of the biggest Sanvers stans out there. I would sell my soul for them. And I, for one, would rather spend 43 minutes watching Alex and Maggie break up, only to realize that they are perfect for each other, regardless of past relationships and struggles…other than watch 43 minutes of yet ANOTHER Mon-el centric bland ass storyline. Because sometimes we forget, that Supergirl IS a TV show, on the CW of all things, and they have to get their drama from somewhere. And I would rather have this for Sanvers, to make them stronger in the long run…to make them endgame, because we all deserve it.


Soooo I’m trying a not-so-new photo editing style. I intended to make it (photo #1) filter-free, so that the true colors of the objects pop. I only add the contrast, brightness, vibrance, and vignette effect to photo #1. I wanna show how contrast it is between the blue fish (betta sp.) and the yellow background (ketapang leaf) (what is the latin name of ketapang anyway?).

Photo #1 looks good on the pc, but after I posted it and kept looking at it on my Instagram feed, I suddenly regret my decision to have posted it. It really is different from my other recent posts. It is not-so-me, because I personally like to use fade effect on my posts (just like photo #2). I think it’s more dramatic (?).

What have I doooooneeee!!????

I really wanna take it down, but it has already got likes and comments. It’s such a shame for me to re-post a same photo in between 30mins interval, it’ll be kinda annoying for my followers (I think) :((((((

Ok, this post is pointless. Anyhow, I just wanna know your opinions, which one do you prefer/like? Photo #1 or #2???

feeling a bit overwhelmed with possibility here

i could do so much but what do i have the courage to do? what if i can’t keep up with my own ideas? what if i get people involved and i let them down just like other plans have dragged people down with me?

it’s like I want to start at square one but I already started on it years ago and now it’s about getting my shit together because I’m on square 5 or 6 of running around senselessly

I dunno its like I want to start exciting new things but I also don’t think I can take another failure or letting people down with my broken nonsense plans and ideas but i’m feeling a tremendous amount of pressure to just START. i need to devote more time to blueprints and planning i guess but my brain is not a nice place to set down the initial stages of something because it’s so full of doubt and anxiety and fear. I feel like everyone I talk to about this is just like gosh just START just GO just DO IT but I’m like look you can’t just jump headfirst off a cliff and expect a pile of pillows you have to make a parachute and sew all the pillows first but its like all i have to use are broken needles and real thin threads. if that makes any sense.

this might sound very vague but really this feeling applies to pretty much every area of my life right now so it’s really not about anything specific. it’s just all overwhelming


As you get older, you might start to find that things get harder. The world isn’t always a kind place. Especially for men like us. Take a look at the people on this mat. We are your community. When things get hard, we are gonna be the ones who hold each other up. As Randall’s father, you are his foundation. Come lie down, as if you’re gonna do a push-up. Randall, climb on your father’s back. 


someday, someone will come along who will tear down those walls you’ve built around your heart. // insp.
( my other special shadowhunters edits | all my other shadowhunters edits )

everyone’s already posted gifsets of this scene and i’m like the last one lol
the small text shown above (in the book pages) are snippets from an actual malec love story - specifically, this gem by @abloodneed! thank you izsak for lending your lovely prose to this gifset and for entertaining me with talk of malec fic woes while i slaved over it ❤

Context: All right, so this was my very first time ever playing D&D. I was playing a half elf cleric and I don’t remember everybody but I know we at least had one Paladin and two Rangers and I believe there may have also been some other sort of fighter. Our group was setting up camp when we became surrounded by about 20 wolves.

We managed to whittle them down to about 5 but we all started rolling 3s and 4s, missing wolves and taking damage from both them and each other.

DM: (to me) “A wolf lands near you after leaping at the paladin, readying itself to lunge again.”

Me: (ooc) “Crap, I’m out of spells! Fine, I take my staff and swing it like a golf club at its head!” *Rolls the first nat20 of the night*

DM: *rolls and facepalms* “By some stroke of luck, the strike severs the wolfs head clean from its body and send it sailing over the trees. The sight of their companion’s demise sends the remains wolves fleeing in terror.”

*cue silence for 30 seconds*

Paladin: (ooc, laughing hard enough to fall from his chair) “Guys! The healer just became the tank!”

One very important thing that I have learned is to stop comparing my life to others. Sometimes, my chapter 1 isn’t like her chapter 1. And more than likely my chapter 14 isn’t like her chapter 14. And I can’t compare my chapter 1 to her chapter 21. They’re all completely incomparable. Everyone has a different path that life is taking them down. Each path is filled with lessons that you can either learn and grow from or let hinder you and depress you. I have accepted my path and what is possibly in store for me, and I’ve chosen to be optimistic about it all. Because honestly, tomorrow (or any day) could be the best day of my life! I will not allow myself to be sad because my life is not moving at the pace I may want it to. There is a silver living in every day and I’ve chosen to see each one. Life is not a competition to see who has the “better” one. The only person who you should be competing with is your past self.

I figured I’d post a quick progress pick. When I first started this journey I didn’t take a before pick, because (if I’m being honest) I didn’t think it would stick. But the picture on the left was one of my breaking points.
It was about 2 years ago and when I was at my heaviest. We were celebrating one of my best friends birthdays and I thought I looked pretty good, then she posted this picture. I broke down crying.

I didn’t realize I had gotten that large, yet I continued to eat whatever I felt like whenever I felt like. That was until my mom was diagnosed with cancer early last year. Thankfully the doctors discovered it in stage one and she fought through it and we discovered this January that she was officially cancer free! YAY
I digress. It made me realize that I needed to take better care of myself, because I know I have a higher chance of being diagnosed with cancer than others. So I started a 28 day challenge that became a two month challenge that become my weight loss journey.
The picture in the right is me when my friends and I went hiking in Providence Canyon in Georgia, something that the girl on the left would have never been able to do.
I’m so proud of how far I’ve come, and even though I still have a long way to go, it’s amazing to have motivation and encouragement from not only my loved ones but y'all, fitnation!
Here’s to an even fitter 2017!

Witch tip!

So I am one of many witches, it seems, who lets out a little groan when a spell calls for a candle to burn all the way down until it puts itself out. “But that takes FOREVER. And I got shit to do, and I don’t wanna sit here for that long.” Because we wouldn’t ever leave a candle unattended, would we. For other lazy witches like me, or perhaps simply busy witches who don’t got time for that, little tip for ya…

Birthday candles! The fastest burning ones last literally a minute or two, and the slower ones, like these, last for maybe 5 to 10. It feels kinda like cheating, but in the best possible way. Also makes a great addition to a mini travel altar.

I actually can get really into it if there’s a short chant that I feel inclined to repeat. It’s the perfect amount of burn time to get lost in the words, but not so long that you’re all like, “Uh, ok, I can feel myself getting older. We done here?”

I’ve got white, blue, pink, and yellow here, but there’s just about every color in existence if you look hard enough.

And they fit in my little jars. Because JARS. Everything looks better in a jar.

so. i fundamentally disagree with almost everything that came out of tomi lahren’s mouth last night. i thought trevor was excellent, and he was remarkably good at keeping his temper and staying on topic. tomi’s comments made my blood boil, and i loved the points trevor was making. 

but even as i watched tomi deny the problems that blm is trying to deal with and claim she isn’t a feminist and 1000 other things that made me want to scream, i had to take a moment and be glad she was there. because y’all. that’s what politics is supposed to look like. two people who fundamentally disagree on probably any issue you put in front of them sat down together and had a sane, civil conversation lacking in ad hominem attacks or attempts to belittle opposing views. they asked genuine questions and talked reasonably without interrupting. that’s what political discourse is supposed to look like. 

and everything they’ve done since has confirmed it. check their twitter feeds - they thank each other and even correct supporters insulting the other baselessly. wherever you lie on the political spectrum, this should be the model for your arguments. it was a great piece of tv

As sad as I am about my precious baby Damian growing up, something occurred to me recently.

Damian’s voice has to change at some point.

Damian is gonna have a squeaky puberty voice.

He yells at a villain or some street thug and his voice just leAPS three octaves in the middle of a threat.

And the thug just stops like ??? what was that ???

And Bruce takes down the dude while he’s distracted and is hiding his own smile the whole time.

Then some other time Damian and Tim are arguing and just when Dami snaps out what would have been the *perfect* comeback, his voice breaks like a plate against the wall and Titus flinches and runs out of the room and Tim is barely holding back laughter.

“It’s not fUNny!”

Tim can’t stop laughing. Damian is yelling. Bruce is in the other room pretending he’s not their father.

But the joke’s on them, when his voice finally smoothes out and he discovers he can almost perfectly imitate Bruce’s Batman Voice™.

…He uses it to scare Jason when he’s sneaking food.

La La Land Sentence Starters

“It’s pretty strange that we keep running into one another.”
“Write something that’s as interesting as you are. “
“I just heard you play and I want to…”
“How are you gonna be a revolutionary if you’re such a traditionalist? “
“Maybe it means something.”
“I got a callback!”
“Congratulations! That’s incredible!”
“I can take you. You know, for research.”
“It’s like a pipe dream.”
“This is the dream. It’s conflict and it’s compromise and it’s very, very exciting.”
“You’re fired.”
“Two options, you either follow my rules or you follow my rules, kapeesh?”
“I’m always gonna love you.”
“I guess I’ll see you in the movies.”
“Fuck ‘em!”
“You’re a barista/other job? I can see how you can look down on me from all the way up there.”
“What do you mean you don’t like jazz?”
“Here’s to the ones who dream, foolish as they may seem.”
“How about all for you and none for me?”
“Whatever. Tell yourself what you want to know.”
“Maybe I’m not good enough!”

I’m really sick of the culture of romanticizing painful, awful, emotionally abusive love. I hate songs that are like “I know I’m awful to you, but it’s just because I love you so much.” I hate quotes that are like “real love is sadness and fighting and blah blah blah.” I hate it.

Shut the FUCK up. Just shut up. Love shouldn’t be painful and angry. Love shouldn’t make you doubt yourself. It shouldn’t tear you down. It shouldn’t be about seeing who can hurt the other more. It shouldn’t be a game of “you fucked me over so now I’m gonna fuck you over worse.” That’s not love.

I’m not saying relationships are always easy. They are hard, they take work. We’re all human and sometimes we hurt each other. But you apologize. You grow. You don’t play blame games. You don’t belittle the other persons feelings.

It’s about being a team. It’s about supporting each other. It’s about encouraging someone to grow into the best version of themselves. It’s about looking for the best in each other. It’s about being two whole people who come together because life is a little sweeter that way. It’s about effort and encouragement and happiness. It’s about making simple things fun because you’re doing them together.

Love should never make you feel bad about yourself. Love should never make you hurt to the point that you start to believe you deserve to hurt. Love isn’t like that. Love like that is bullshit.

Love should glow. It should be a warmth. It should be a safe house. It should be kind. Don’t ever let anyone convince you otherwise.

The sun is wrapping its arms around my shoulders
I can feel it squeezing
it is burrowing its light into my pores
filling my bones with it
the light heaping into them like sugar
does in a spoon
on a tongue
down a throat
this poem has turned into me swallowing a star
taking it for my own
slipping its glow behind my own teeth
with purpose
a conquering
maybe if I eat enough
it will start to seep out my irises
reaching like hands
grasping at other people
their eyes
their bones
their light
I sure do like the way it tastes
—  A.O.A.M. || Light
A Business In The Works

For reference, my character is a chaotic evil Hobbit-like creature who only thinks about himself. My three friends were playing as a half-elf, a wizard, and I forget the last one. We ran across three monsters, and I decide to hide behind them and make little attacks while dodging others.

DM: You guys manage to take down one monster. The other two seem quite pissed, and-
Me: I’d like to get over to the dead body and loot it.
(My friends start yelling at me about deserting them)
DM: Okay, but you’re gonna take some damage trying to get around the other two monsters.
(I make it over to the body and find some gold and a couple fish. Meanwhile, my teammates defeat the other two monsters)
Me: I’d like to loot the other two bodies.
My friend: Oh HELL no, you didn’t even help with defeating these things!
Friend 2: Yeah, stick with your own dead body!
Me: Fine. I’d like to chop the hands off the three dead bodies.
Me: So I can start a business making gloves, sell them, steal the gloves back, and then RESELL them again. My plan is to be the king and then sell the kingdom for more gold.
Friend 3: What the hell is wrong with you?!

I own a studyblr, but…

  • I don’t own a bullet journal.
  • I don’t own 8 types of fineliners or brush pens or rolls of washi tapes.
  • I don’t have time to spend on making my notes pretty enough to frame.
  • I’m most often than not a lot less productive that I wish I was.
  • I procrastinate too much.
  • I nap way too much.
  • I don’t always maintain good habits. 
  • I have my good days, but I have my share of bad days. 
  • Sometimes stress takes over me and I break down.
  • Sometimes the motivation to work is just nowhere to be found.
  • I’m an average student. 
  • I don’t work as hard as I’d like to.
  • I don’t always want or like to study.
  • I don’t always follow the advice I give.
  • I sometimes feel like a fraud.
  • But I wouldn’t change any of these just for the sake of being a better studyblr.

All of these things do not make my studyblr lesser than others; they just make me a flawed human being, who happens to be a student who owns a blog.

I own a studyblr, but I won’t let it own me.