and of all the things you're doing this year

What I wish I knew in High School:

Adult here. Write this down. If you have a weird hobby and your parents have said that you should quit because it’s not “marketable,” consider that there are real people, some of whom I know personally, with the following jobs that make real cash money:

Science writer (me)
Cosplay and prop maker
Stuffed animal designer
Dog artist
Political activist for LGBTQ rights
Political activist for affordable housing
Music licenser
Fan video mixer
Bone cleaner
Sports photographer
Digital hat maker

Les Amis as Stupid Things I said in my first year of college
  • Enjolras: But we argue about communism in every class!
  • Combeferre: I wrote an essay every night last week.
  • Courfeyrac: You can't make fairy lights against the rules!
  • Grantaire: If I write this paper about Enjolras do you think the professor will notice?
  • Bahorel: I AM GOING TO FIGHT FASCISM
  • Bossuet: I swear if the fire alarm goes off at four am one more time . . . I will still get out of bed because that would be just my luck.
  • Joly: *friend gets a paper cut* Oh my goodness you're bleeding I'm prepared for this I have a first aid kit shhh no don't touch it you might infect it
  • Feuilly: No I can't go to Europe with you next year. No I have to pay for this school!
  • Gavroche: I know the football team is tall, but they won't be quiet. Do you think I could fight them?
  • Jehan: I made word art poetry instead of doing my stats.
  • Marius: Sorry I spilled water all over my shoes I'm going to be late.
  • Bonus:
  • Cosette: Everyone looks cute in crop tops!
  • Musichetta: Listen, I don't want to hear about the parties you're having but if anyone needs a ride to the hospital call me.
  • Eponine: *slams hands on desk* I HATE MEN!!!
  • Montparnasse: If we burn down the building they can't make us turn the essay in.

anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

anonymous asked:

I like how this blog is becoming "buck-grampa, tell us a story", "aight, lil shorts, there was this cow..." Cuz you're old.

wait what???? im old???? i hadnt noticed, i thought that 100 year birthday party was for a different jackass with a metal arm. 

look, the only reason most of my stories are about the good ole days is because most of the morons i hang out with now have blackmail on me. and i have blackmail on them. we’re all doing the nuclear deterrent thing, it seemed appropriate with the russian-american vibe we’ve got going.

so i cant dish dirt on them without getting dished back. 

and i like you guys just fine, but i would rather murder every one of you than let tony tell anyone the story of the three shrimp plates. 

death before dishonor and all that

so apparently someone made a survey of favourite destiel fic authors (that someone being @unforth-ninawaters​), and somehow i’m ranked as 5th favourite????!?! thaNK YOU people who put my name down????? my mother is gonna be thrilled (and then ask why i’m not #1)

on another note, i’ve spent the last two days of my life painting my room purple after literally 8 years (and i mean literally, not figuratively, or exaggeratively), trying get my health up enough that i could paint a hecking wall. it. is. done. THE WALLS ARE PURPLE

I AM PLEASED

AND DEAR GOD I AM EXHAUSTED IT’S 3AM everything hurts i’m dying i need to sleep

k bye

links to all 65 of my destiel fics on ao3, because of reasons

some favourites:

and my newest fic (which i’m changing the summary for right now because nobody knows what it’s meant to be):

The Signs as Rick and Morty Quotes
  • Aries: SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MOON MEN!! This isn't a musical number! This is a fucking... operation, we gotta be cool and fucking lay low.
  • Taurus: Listen Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people calls "love" is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it. Your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science.
  • Gemini: Don't be a baby! You avoid getting shot in real life all the time, Morty! Just do the same thing here and we'll be fine!
  • Cancer: The outside world is our enemy, Morty! We're the only fehh-friends we got, Morty! It's just Rick and Morty! Ruh-ick and Morty and their adventures, Morty! Rick and Morty forever and forever, 100 years, Rick and Morty's things! Me and Rick and Morty running around and... Rick and Morty time! All day long, forever... all- a hundred days! Rick and Morty forever a hundred times! Over and over, rickandmortyadventures.com. Www.rickandmorty.com. Www.rickandmortyadventures. All 100 years. Every minute, rickandmorty.com. [closing garage door inside] Www.100timesrickandmorty.com.
  • Leo: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing. And away we go!
  • Virgo: Okay. 60 (burp) for the resonator, and my grandson wants the sex robot.
  • Libra: Morty, that's such a poor use of my time, it's beneath me. Hand me the screwdriver.
  • Scorpio: Right, yeah, like nothing shady ever happened in a fully furnished office? You ever hear about Wall Street, Morty? Y-Y-Y'know what those guys do i-in-in their fancy boardrooms? They take their balls and they dip 'em in cocaine and wipe 'em all over each other—y'know, Grandpa goes around and he does his business in public, because Grandpa isn't shady.
  • Sagittarius: WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!
  • Capricorn: Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody's gonna die. ...Come watch TV?
  • Aquarius: My new catchphrase is 'I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!'
  • Pices: Two things I wanna' make clear to EVERYBODY in this room: never betray me, and it's time to go.

…I saw masaya90′s and got tempted to do the same. Thought it’d be cool to see how my fav childhood characters have grown in my styles :o 

  • Vegeta: I was suggested to have surpassed the strength of Goku in SSJ3 just because I got mad that Bulma got slapped and also was handed the ability to use God Ki without the need for the ritual because I needed to be kept relevant.
  • Fandom: Omg you're so amazing such a great character never give up senpai!
  • Trunks: I was able to, depending on the version, either alter the multiplier of SSJ2 to be on the same level as a god ki-infused Goku at SSJ3 or use a spirit bomb as a sword that formed at random.
  • Fandom: Oh wow Trunks so great you're so underrated!
  • Gohan: I chose to forgo my training for years to be a family man and work a full-time job, but after finding myself so weak I could barely remember how to go SSJ I chose to start training a bit on my downtime and found myself able to take on someone nearing Buu's levels of power while poisoned and blinded in a short time.
  • Fandom: ...that's great and all but why aren't you "Mystic" or whatever we're calling it now? Oh well, good job on doing the thing!
  • Krillin: I fought PTSD and depression for years and had recently given up on being a martial artist to be a police officer, but due to the urging of my family and desire to make them proud, I agreed to start training seriously again and found myself in a mystical forest that taught me how to remove my mental blocks, overcome my fear, and opened me up to a level of power I'd not seen in years. I kept training for several months after, even sparring with Goku. And I just now managed to show I have a tactical mind and have some new moves when I managed to ring-out Gohan and showed some improved strength when I fought Goku and even pushed back against his Kamehameha, even though I know he was holding back. But hey, I'm not so bad after all I guess!
  • Fandom: LISTEN HERE YOU UPPITY, OP LITTLE SHIT...
  • 10 year-old me: You should talk with people more , they don't even know you.
  • 18 year-old me: Maybe you should talk with them less, they are getting attached to you too much, don't you think?
  • .
  • 10 year-old me: Listen to your parents!
  • 18 year-old me: Stop listening to your parents all the time!
  • .
  • 10 year-old me: You should do this!
  • 18 year-old me: You should decide yourself!
  • .
  • 10 year-old me: You're too young for love!
  • 18 year-old me: Where's your lover?
  • .
  • Teacher: People affect you too much. You should decide yourself and be more yourself!
  • .
  • You have taught me so many things but now you want me to change it? What? I know I'm getting older but really? One day you're saying this next day you're saying that, so what am I supposed to do?!
Matthew Daddario Quotes
  • "We call our shoes ‘sneakers,’ right? But they're not really sneaking."
  • "Can't wait till they invent phones with keyboards."
  • "I don't know this guy. He came to hang out so I complimented his hair."
  • "How many artichokes can you eat in one sitting?"
  • "No, go back to my idea!"
  • "Maybe, they'll throw the books out. Just not follow the books anymore."
  • "Hey guys did everyone floss today? You gotta floss every day. Otherwise, your dentist makes you feel bad."
  • "I play piano but I won't call it a talent."
  • "I'm the funniest person in the cast and that's simply because everybody else is so painfully unfunny."
  • "There is literally no memory left in my phone. I took fourteen thousand blue sky photos and I need all of them."
  • "Send him photos of fried chicken and crab cakes."
  • "I have a dentist appt tomorrow. I'm not gonna brush my teeth tonight. Also not going to shower. This is going to be painful for everyone."
  • "You are not trash, you are lovely!"
  • "Don't sign contracts in your blood. It's usually not required by any reputable party."
  • "He's slippin' out his little tongue eating snail treats off the ground."
  • "I will eat anywhere in the house. I'll eat cheese crackers in bed!"
  • "He looks down and sees this wonderful man. He hops down there and smooches that man right on the face. Right in front of everyone."
  • "...it's not fair that he is more handsome than me!!!"
  • "Don't do the hokey pokey around witches."
  • "They're never gonna release the deleted scenes to you guys because they're racy and inappropriate."
  • "This video is going on social media!"
  • "I'm ashamed to admit I lied about the selfies. The phone is 98% cow pictures and I can't delete them. I need a new phone. Forgive me."
  • "Thank god I started sandpapering my feet when I was four."
  • "Is Alec appreciating at an increased rate because of an increase in demand? Or is it the same rate as before."
  • "Note, some alpaca do not appreciate head pats."
  • "If humans lived in barns, we'd be smelly, too."
  • "Had to delete all my cow photos to make room for selfies, so I will say 'I appreciate you, cows.'"
  • "Wow. It's spelled Gollum. Wow. So disappointed. Hiding my own cell phone for the next two weeks."
  • "You're a little kitty cat. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy kitty cat, kitty cat."
  • "Sometimes when I travel between dimensions, I think, man, I should really buy a sailboat."
  • "If I was running for President, my VP would be a well trained golden retriever."
  • "Who's not going to watch Hamlet in space? I mean, Space Hamlet!"
  • "I just think we should all acknowledge what is awesome about Harry!"
  • "I like eating food after dark."
  • "Generally, people avoid kissing their sister in a healthy life."
  • "If you don't like my zebra leggings, it's because you just don't understand zebra leggings."
  • "I think we should provide more showers for cows."
  • "If I'm having a bad day, I eat pizza."
  • "I hope Google uses the same algorithm to encrypt my email as my pocket does to tie knots with my headphones."
  • "I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day."
  • "Dog. #dog. Dog. Dog."
  • "Had fun tweeting with/at you guys. Phone is about to die. Gonna go get more double-A batteries."
  • "The jackhammer has been joined by his friend, the concrete saw. Rare that you get two music legends right outside your window like this."
  • "Interdimensional cat smuggling is severely punished. But you can make a killing on the black cat market."
  • "You should just give up on me like I did. So done with me right now I can't even."
  • "What am I fan of? No one's ever asked me this before! Oh man."
  • "I don't know why they say that. I think they're poking fun at me."
  • "Congrats. You deserve that sailboat."
  • "I don't know. I don't have any pet peeve. Yapping little dogs, I guess. Buttons that don't go up right."
  • "Donkeys look like rabbit horses."
  • "Everyone is all, 'follow your heart.' If that worked I'd be watching Shadowhunters in my spaceship."
  • "Am I making this up?"
  • "I don't condone it, but I understand it, and therefore, I will not pass judgment on it."
  • "I can eat a pound of pork rinds."
  • "I am your bird king!"
  • "Baby pigs or baby cows? They're both good options."
  • "I have deleted a single photo from my phone. I have room for one selfie. Living on the edge. If it happens, no second chances."
  • "She gets it at a Shadowhunter tailor where we get all our stuff. Are you serious?"
  • "My cell phone is not the most important thing in my life. It just feels that way."
  • "Kill her immediately. Problem solved."
  • "You're not me? Most people aren't, in my experience."
  • "Man I've spent a whole year talking about sailboats and I could have just jumped on this SHIP."
  • "Reminder not to cite 'game of thrones' as my motivation for getting into politics."
  • "To all the people who threaten to punch me in the face... Do I have to be concerned or is that a love thing?"
  • "Put this on?! Fit it on my body?!"
  • "I’m going to shave today. Nobody will recognize me and I’ll have to reintroduce myself to all my friends."
  • "Don't get me started on this question."
  • "Okay, quick question. What does it mean when someone says they are your 'trash?' Asking for a friend..."
  • "Wait, 'SexyBack' is by Justin Timberlake?"
  • "Everyone's smooching everyone and Alec just wants to do his job. That's why he's the best and deserves a big smooch."
Rainbow 🌈 Ask!
  • Red: Are you in a relationship? If so, tell a little bit about them, if you're okay with it.
  • Orange: What kind of shows/movies do you like to watch?
  • Yellow: What are you asking for for your birthday/Christmas this year?
  • Green: Describe a place you've never been to but have always wanted to visit.
  • Blue: What helps you cope/relax?
  • Purple: List all the stuff you believe in. (Ghosts, magick, good/bad luck, etc.)
  • Pink: What's your favorite season and why?
  • Black: What's one of your favorite songs and what does it make you think of?
  • White: Describe one of the little things in life that mean the most to you. How does it make you feel?
  • Brown: Describe your physical appearance.

dvastatedr  asked:

Hi. I felt like I creep I spent the whole day reading all your Voltron Family AU prompts. And when I say all, I mean all 44 pages in your blog. It was a lot but so worth it. I cried, I laughed and cried again. It's just so fluffy and wholesome I felt like I witnessed a whole family grow. If I could give a prompt, what if one of the daddies caught one of the boys watching lewd videos? Hilarity ensues, I hope? :) Thank you again and you're amazing for doing this for a year!

Dude. OMG? That’s hella lot. I hope you took a break and all that. But thank you! This dedication makes me smile :’D <3

[The Voltron Family] It was Lance. Of course it had to be Lance out of his two boys. Hunk wouldn’t do such a thing, that perfect angel of his. Lance, however, Keith knew one day it was going to happen but not this early.

Keith was walking down the hallway after doing his business in the bathroom when he passed by Lance’s room. The door was slightly opened and he saw his son watching… lewd videos. Keith’s eyes widened in shock and quickly made his way back to the master bedroom, a hand on his chest. He couldn’t tell Shiro about it, it was embarrassing enough that he saw it himself. 

He had to deal with this alone.

So he walked back to Lance’s room quickly and knocked. He heard “Uh! Just a sec!” and Keith had to close his eyes and prayed to all the possible gods that could hear him. After a loud strained “Come in!” from Lance, Keith went inside and saw that Lance’s laptop displayed Google homepage. Of all things! A Google homepage. How lame could his son even get?

Keith: *eyes the bed suspiciously and sits down beside Lance* Sweetheart.
Lance: Hmmmm? *smiles*
Keith: You’re 15 now. *furrows eyebrows*
Lance: I am aware, yes. *nods*
Keith: *gulps* There are things that are—well… inevitable, you could say. You’re at the peak of your curiosity and you tend to… well, for the lack of better word, get curious about things—certain things. And you might think there’s only a linear way to get things done, but you see, that’s not really the case. 
Lance: *confused* Daddy Keith, I’m not quite sure I’m following?
Keith: *sighs and looks up* I’m a damn best-selling author and I can’t even articulate words. Oh my god. I’ll need reinforcements. 

And by reinforcements, Keith meant Shiro. He quickly told his husband about it and he was expecting Shiro to be shocked, but instead, he was highly amused. They both went back to Lance’s bedroom and faced their son.

Shiro: *smirks* Your Daddy Keith saw you watching por—
Keith:lewd videos. I caught you watching lewd videos.
Lance: *blushes in embarrassment* *buries face in his hands* Oh my god. 
Shiro: *laughs* Don’t be embarrassed, Lance. *stops to rethink* Actually, no, you should be embarrassed. It’s pretty much the law that you need to lock your door when you’re planning on watching… *looks at Keith pointedly* lewd stuff.
Keith: *crosses arms* *mouths* Thank. You.
Lance: I don’t know what came over me. I kinda just—
Shiro: *hums in amusement* That’s what we all say.
Keith: Shiro. Not helping. *glares*
Shiro: *chuckles* Okay, but seriously. It’s normal. You’re a teenage boy and we’ve all been there.
Lance: *snorts* Yeah, I could understand you. But Daddy Keith probably hasn’t even wat—
Keith: *still crossing his arms while shifting his weight* I have.
Lance: *head snaps towards Keith* YOU WHAT?
Shiro: *smirks while looking at Keith*
Keith: *gulps and looks away* I had to find out somehow that I’m ace, yknow?
Lance: Ohohohoh! So, what? It didn’t work for you?
Keith: *groans* Yeah, it didn’t. Nothing did. 
Lance: Oh my god. *chuckles* So how do you get rid of it then? *glances at Shiro and comes to a realization* Oh my god. Does Daddy Shi—
Keith: I take a cold shower, okay?! *panics* What were you even thinking?!
Lance: *laughs* I wasn’t even thinking of—
Keith: Yes, you were! And to answer that, no
Lance: Oh. *looks at Shiro expectantly*
Shiro: *winks*
Keith: Takashi, stop giving our son the wrong idea. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: *pouts* He takes a cold shower… with me. *winks*
Keith: Oh my god. *has had enough* Your father and I don’t do anything in the showers aside from showering just to clear that up.
Shiro: Boo. You’re no fun. *frowns*
Keith: Who even is the child here? *points at Shiro and Lance* *shakes head*
Lance: *goes to hug Shiro* It’s okay, Daddy Shiro. One day, you and Daddy Keith will have fun in the showers.
Shiro: *hugs back* *sniffs dramatically* I hope so, too, Lance. I just want a little hugging and kissing—
Keith: I’m right here!!!
Lance: *looks at Keith* *laughs* Sorry, what was it again?
Keith: What I was trying to say all along was, in case you want to have other options when we’re all at home, you should just take a long cold shower.
Shiro: Or clench your thigh muscles really hard if you wanna go the medical way, yknow just to give you more options aside from the shower. *thoughtful*
Lance: *steps back* Wow. All of these just because I accidentally clicked an ad and I didn’t know how to get rid of it, so it started playing a video.
Keith: YOU WHAT?
Lance: *laughs* Yeah, my bad, my bad. But yeah, honestly thanks for the tips I guess? I’ll keep them in mind. 
Shiro: *smiles* Oh, also, peeing. 
Keith: *looks at Shiro in disbelief*
Shiro: What? In case of morning problems! 

thetrassssssh  asked:

Oh my gooooood!!! I'm not going to pax!! I tried for the last two fucking years and still nothing!! And I bet you're going to say "oh well" or "that's your lost" because you constantly get attention for making chibi's and you're actually proud of your art! And I'm just like forgotten?? I don't know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for wasting your time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. i’m sorry if you think i’m one of those ppl that does art just to be famous and all that crap, i’m sorry if you think i am. i’m certainly am not and at least trying not to be that person. i do art because its a thing i enjoy the most, a thing where it gave me emotion where i should let it all out, or be happy. so do me a favor and NEVER assumed me as one of those people who’re only in it for the fame, because i despise those ppl tbh.

so pls, if you can.. just… think of me as one of your friend who’re really chill and like to post silly art for a hobby. :)

2. i’m sorry that 2 years that you didn’t make it to see the ppl that you wanna meet. tell you what, at least you have the materials and the “feeling” that you wanna go. i certainly don’t have that “i wanna meet this ppl irl” (sorry jack, mark, tyler, amy <<especially you boo :’’D)  just because.. i’m not one of “those” ppl? i mean like if i did meet em than i’m thankful, but sadly that thing will never happened because “reality”. i guess, i’m just a chill person. i never mind this kind of things, so lucky for you for not being in my position if you wanna meet your fav youtuber, cuz that would’ve sucked.

and.. probs yer not muslim like me, trump ain’t hatin ya as much as he hates me lol, so you’ll have a chance, don’t give up darl! ;D

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.
  • otp: i will love you forever
  • otp: loving you has changed my life
  • otp: we're planning a june wedding
  • otp: i'm getting married
  • otp: you're my family now
  • otp: i want you to marry me
  • otp: i won't let you lost control
  • otp: come home
  • otp: you have me
  • otp: my best friend
  • otp: you saw light in me
  • otp: you'll fall madly in love
  • otp: dance with me
  • otp: i will wait for you
  • otp: and i love you
  • otp: i don't know when it became more than friendship but it did
  • otp: please come back
  • otp: i made a list of all the things i've done since i fell for you
  • otp: all i needed was for you that you felt something
  • otp: you and i have had more history in the last 5 years, than most people have in a lifetime
  • otp: i'm thinking about you
  • otp: you make me happy
  • otp: when i'm with you, i'm happy
  • otp: i thought you were worth having a thing for
  • otp: you may not remember but i do
  • otp: i've been ready for this moment since i first saw you
  • otp: you're going to be at the end of the aisle waiting for me
  • otp: i will love her forever too

anonymous asked:

I've never been in a relationship and I don't think that it will change anytime soon. But I keep worrying. What if when I'm older I find someone who likes me. But, when she was a teen, she already lived and did things that teenagers do. And I want do do all of that, but what if she doesn't want that anymore because that's what people do when you're 16 and not 26. What if I already missed all of it?

I’m of the thinking that you never really lose your younger selves. The nine year old in you is still there. The seventeen year old you is still there. They come out in different ways. Singing along to a song you loved when you were thirteen. Turning away in disgust at a food you found out you didn’t like when you were seven. Sometimes we forget how to be all of our younger selves. Sometimes we choose to forget. My point is, don’t lose the sixteen year old in you. When you find the right person, it won’t matter what age you meet at because there will times when you come together like teenagers, reckless and giddy and free. She’ll be the right person because she brings that out of you and vice versa.

You haven’t missed a thing. You’re just waiting for the right time to experience it.

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my top 3 grimm babes for the finale

i hate most of the writing but i like to think that renard eventually gains back their trust after 3+ years or so. he and wu (whose chemistry was basically ignored???) would be back to griping each other and everyone goes ‘oh shit u gonna betray us for a cornchip captain?’ or ‘what u gonna do, run for mayor?’ as an inside joke after they finally set things straight. also hank deserves another vacation.

anonymous asked:

where they trying to be relatable getting those adult women to talk about harry's hair or harry's hair predictions? cause you're not sweetie. some parts of the show last night left a bad taste in my mouth but now i full on wanna throw up

I said it in the tags, but the first thing I thought of is when pro hockey teams have female fan events that are all pink and talk about anything but the actual sport. (I think all sports leagues probably do this). It’s a bunch of men who think they know what women want but the only women they seem to know are mythical six year old princesses. It’s so ridiculous.

modmad  asked:

Hello! Not a thing you need to reply to, just been thinking of you lately and hoping you're doing okay; the world is pretty stressful lately, but I want you to know how many excited people there are out here waiting for the new Ducktales with glee. I have a feeling your team's take on these stories is going to be exactly what people need this coming year. Best of luck with everything (maybe Gladstone can spare you a little), and remember to take care of yourself- we're all behind you!

Aw, thank you so much, @modmad !We’re working hard to make something we hope you’ll like. It’s not always easy (ESPECIALLY with everything going on), but it is always worth it.