and will have no time to do so today

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is random but I really want to thank you. Three years ago I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I'd been doing art at 6th form and had hated it, fine art wasn't my thing. Then I found your blog, and started reading tpoh, and I was crazy inspired and excited and decided I wanted to be an animator like you. Today I graduated with a first and I've got an internship with a big animation company.

woah! congratulations, and I am so so happy if I was in some way able to help you on your journey- I hope you have a wonderful time and well done for all your hard work, you must have really blown people away (a first?! hot diggity dog), thanks for sharing this lovely story with me, and maybe one day I’ll be able to congratulate you in person!

My Burden: Part 2 of 2

Apologies for the wait. I hope this makes up for it. It didn’t come out as well as i expected so if it sucks my sincere apologies lol i’d understand. It’s unbetad cos i’m an impatient ass so all mistakes are my fault. anyways, I hope it’s alright. Many many thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, it truly means a lot that you liked it. 


My Burden

SUMMARY: Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.

AO3


“Dark One I summon thee.”


“You know…” the voice startled her, causing her to spin. “You didn’t have to say it aloud.” he informed from the chair he reclined in. “I could feel you calling for me… all the way from the other side of the kingdom.”

Emma took in his relaxed presence. Her heart hammered at his abrupt arrival, unsure of her herself now he was actually there. He smiled at her unease and seemed to relish in her observation of him.

“Why are you here?”

He chuckled at her outburst, slowly rising from his seat.

“You summoned me, love.”

“No. Why are you here? In this kingdom? Why now?” she demanded.

“I thought i’d been clear on our last meeting.” His voice was tender, softer than it had been before. His hand ghosted over her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear, brushing her cheek as he let it drop. “I want to know you, love. I want you to know me.”

His closeness overwhelmed her. She could feel power radiating off him and it made her skin hum.

“I know I’ve been on your mind, Emma.The same way you’ve been on mine.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he came nearer. He’d been right. She hadn’t been able to get him out of her head and she couldn’t grasp why.

“I could feel your warmth, your happiness, your radiance, it sung to me and I’ve been captured by you. You feel it, don’t you? The pull between us.”

His hot breath caressed her cheek as he chuckled to himself. “That fool finally did something right for once in his sorry life. He brought you to me.”

Emma’s eyes flew open and she stepped back, abruptly breaking the trance he held over her.

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Am’ I the only one who found the episode… refreshing?lol. Alright, i found the ep a breath of fresh air for the reason that this doesn’t contain the usual boruto content where sp tries so hard to make him cool but we end up suffocating at how forced it is. But today was about a diligent, respectful and sassful dorky kid who loves her mom and will do anything for her but at the same time longs for her dad. Let’s not forget how admirable the Uchiha couple is, doing their best for their family as well as the greater good? I dare say.. boruto had it better for having a stay at home mom, a sister, a dad who he can visit everyday if wanted to and a clan he can go to every weekends.

Now, about Sasuke forgetting their first date.he hasn’t. We all know that. SP knows that we know that. This is why i have a 50-50 feeling that SP might animate something regarding that. Sakura, on the other hand, even in the manga and novels was known /seen saying stuff like “sasuke doesn’t care about me”(in the manga) and “why would he come back to save me” ( novel).

Now, i know some will say “but they’re married now! He should’ve, She would’ve blahblahblablah~ ” those people should remember how sasuke loves to tease sakura. Look at gaiden, ya kno? When he smiled because he left her hanging but the truth is, that guy is just shy about showin stuff like that to the public when they clearly had sex in gaiden and boruto the movie lels. Let’s not forget how the 2nd “you’re annoying” happened , he lied about not remembering but then smiled at her, uttered the same words then thanked her.
For me, this part of sasusaku dynamics is kinda endearing. Like they don’t need to have the usual fluffy romance stuff to prove that they have a strong relationship. Yooo~ they have (as kishi said) the ultimate expression of love. From itachi’s “maybe next time”, Sasuke turned it into an assured promise with “i’ll see you when i’m back”

We all hate SP but this time im going to wait if they’re going to do well for gaiden. Yeah, i know its SP but they’re all we’ve got. So instead of giving antis more ideas on how to shit on SS and the SS fandom, let’s not cloud our minds with hate and believe in the characters that kishi wrote and wait.

"The Theater of War" | Ch 1. Learning Through Suffering
By Brian Doerries – Read by Adam Driver
"The Theater of War" | Ch 1. Learning Through Suffering

I finally started The Theater of War audiobook, narrated by Adam Driver. What made me pick this up was an older post titled Moral Injury, Tragedy, and Kylo Ren about how Adam’s experience as a former marine, his involvement in theater, and knowledge of Greek plays may have informed his portrayal of Kylo Ren who is quite a flawed and tragic character in his own right. 

As @arrivedmadpointed out, Adam has worked closely with author Brian Doerries since his days at Juilliard. He also runs a non-profit org that brings plays to those in the military, so this is a subject that he cares deeply about. 

If you don’t have time to pick it up, I highly suggest this 5-minute talk done by the author. This audio clip is an excerpt from chapter 1. Transcript is below:

We love stories about well-intentioned flawed characters because they make the most compelling drama. Also, as Aristotle pointed out, we take no pleasure in watching morally flawless people suffer. 

[…]

In other words, tragedies depict characters making mistakes rather than inherent flaws in character. I know I miss the mark every day. I often have to lose my way to find the right path forward. Making mistakes, even habitually and unknowingly is central to what it means to be human. 

Characters in Greek tragedies stray, err, and get lost. They are no more flawed than the rest of humanity. The difference lies in the scale of their mistakes which inevitably costs lives and ruin generations.

At the same time, being human and making mistakes, even in ignorance, does not absolve these tragic characters of responsibility for their actions. Had they fully understood what they were doing, they most certainly would not have done it. But they did it all the same. It is in this gray zone, at the thin border between ignorance and responsibility that ancient Greek tragedies play out. 

This is one of the many reasons that tragedies still speak to us with undiminished force today. We all live in that gray zone in which we are neither condemned by, nor absolved of our mistakes. What is so utterly flawed about the idea of the “tragic flaw” is that it encourages us to judge rather than to empathize with characters like Oedipus. 

Tragedies are designed not to teach us morals, but rather to validate our moral distress and living in a universe in which many of our actions and choices are influenced by external powers far beyond our comprehension, such as luck, fate, chance, governments, families, politics and genetics. In this universe, we are dimly aware (at best) of the sum total of our habits and mistakes until we have unwittingly destroyed those we love or brought about our own destruction. 

It is not our job to judge the characters in Greek tragedies—to focus on their flaws. Tragedy challenges us to see ourselves in the way its characters stray from the path and to open our eyes to the bad habits we may have formed or the mistakes we have yet to make. 

Contrary to what you may have learned in school, tragedies are not designed to fill us with pessimism and dread about the futility of human existence or our relative powerlessness in a world beyond our grasp. They are designed to help us see the impending disaster on the horizon so that we may correct course and narrowly avoid it.

As I listened to this, I couldn’t help but recall the frustrations that Adam Driver has expressed about people who only see Kylo Ren one-dimensionally: “That was the frustrating thing getting ready for it, as everyone liked to tell you that you were the bad guy but I definitely didn’t think of him like that.” 

anonymous asked:

hey if u feel up 2 requests... could i bother u for some...... halroxy maybe? if u dont want to just delete this. have a good day! x

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Update;

Hey guys! Just to let you know - I have played my game today so do have some gameplay screenshots to edit and some more sims for download (I’m obsessed at the moment!) but I haven’t had time to edit the posts today and I am going to the cinema tonight. It’s my birthday tomorrow and I’m going to be spending the day with my boyfriend, and the next few days with him and my family. So I won’t be able to post until next week, and have nothing queued. Sorry guys xo

whenever you stand up after laying down for a while does anyone else disassociate too when they get hit with the dizziness

like nothing feels real and you cant remember the reason you came in here in the first place and people are talking to you but you cant comprehend what theyre talking about like its all so foreign to you like youre a bystander who has no idea whats going on or what you have to do with it until the dizziness wears off

cause i experienced that today like 7 times
be sure to eat kids calories are good for you because i literally had nothing all day and i felt like i was ascending to the astral plane every single time i stood up

anonymous asked:

Have you already done a INFP/INTP and INFP/INTJ headcanon? I searched through your tumblr but I couldn't find one (maybe I didn't searched that well). Anyway, if not could you do one for both, please?

INFP x INTJ (INFP x INTP is coming but INTP Mod wanted to do that one)

- INFP starts bringing INTJ back a 50-cent plastic animal every time they go to the grocery store until INTJ has a whole army

- INTJ walks in on INFP planting lilies while giving a dramatic performance of Hamilton “I am not throwing away my,,, bulbs

- Going to the park in the middle of the night to stargaze and enjoy each other’s presence

- INFP and INTJ work in a startup together, and every day INTJ leaves sticky notes of bad drawings in INFP’s cubicle

- Blindfolded canvas painting, because neither of them are very confident about their art skills, that end in them laughing and painting each others’ faces

- INTJ making a 1000+ song playlist and INFP listens through the whole thing

- INFP, INTJ, and INTJ’s sibling make a groupchat to send bad (forever cute) pictures of INTJ back and forth

- Renting a shiba inu for the day, because they are adorable and fluffy (INTJ is cuter though)

- Having a secret knock that they use to identify themselves, which sometimes ends in them laughing through the door while the other one taps out the unnecessarily long and flamboyant code

Since I’m actually dating an INTJ, I hid 2 truths and an exaggeration in the list. If you figure them out, you get, well, nothing, unless there is something specific that you want us to do, in which case you get that.

- INFP Mod

Today is a ‘punch in the gut’ kind of anxiety day.

One of those that you recognise as soon as you wake up, because everything crawls beneath your skin and is ‘not right’ from the onset.

I guess it was time, after several really good days.

It’s not that bad, it’s manageable, mostly because I’m home and I can hyperfocus and I don’t have to People or Do. It’s not something that I haven’t dealt with more or less for the past twenty years or so, but it’s sometimes a bit unsettling, and at times, I might even communicate about it.

I am alright as long as I hyperfocus on something, but whenever I’m dragged out of it the anxiety will creep up on me and making my stomach knot and my sternum feel like it’s made by something… heavy. It’s making most things I think about seem either scary, overwhelming, meaningless or extremely sad. I like to think of it as a kind of ‘contagious’ effect where my anxiety manages to discolor most things it touches, even if it’s just a thought. With some exceptions. What I am grateful for, and what’s made fandom so important to me, is that anxiety doesn’t often infect my ability to use Sherlock as a ‘safe place’ to dive into when things get like this.

Let’s just say that there will be a lot of writing done today, because it seems hyperfocus on writing works today.

*writes like crap but escapes the ‘afterglow’ of anxiety*

hey you

only 8 away to 600? thank you so much. this blog can be shitty at times, and i have my ocd to blame, but i still love this space a lot.


ps: drink lots of water, try lo sleep at least 8 hours, don’t hurt yourself thinking too much, anxiety sucks but doesn’t define you, somebody cares about you a whole lot, do something that makes you feel alive, go outside, help someone, your sexuality is fucking valid (they don’t know shit), bee happy!

(^O^)/ (*^.^) this is my daily dose of love to you, here, take it ❤ @casitels, @endeanring, @momentscas@shakespeareinflcwers, @teamfrwill

anonymous asked:

Can I request 75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”? kacchako

This prompt is just lovely, it screams angst and I love myself some angst! I bet most people were expecting me to go with the flow and write a childish thingWELL I SHOULD HAVE but I didn’t :c So I guess this is kinda decent. Sorry for ruining this prompt but Oh boy /cracks fingers, I’m writing fast as shit today!

There was a moment in time and space in which Bakugou wouldn’t think.

It usually happened during fights, during nights of studying, in which all trail of thought he had suddenly disappeared, and all he could do was snap into auto mode, his brain doing sudden, brash decisions that weren’t usually the best, but always granted his survival.

However, there was also a moment in time and space in which no auto driving would save him from feeling despair, fear, utter disbelief or the worst of devastating horrors. Luckily for him, he had never experienced such raw, sharp occurrences.

But one day, it came to his mind that unexpected things could happen, that the worst could materialize into reality and his lucky knot– one day, it snapped, leaving him fuzzy, confused, and naked against the hardcore tragedy.

Bakugou had been by Uraraka’s side all along during the fight, his eyes always darting towards all her movements and watching out for any shitty boulder that dared come her way to crush her, smash her, graze her milky skin that only him could touch. Fuck Deku, fuck the rest, and obviously fuck villains who were trying to do nasty things to her petite body.

So, they reached this point in the fight in which Bakugou and Uraraka were tired. Her boots were quivering to stand her ground and his gloves were torn in several places, his mask burnt to ashes somewhere and half of her helmet had been blown away– clearly they weren’t skipping stones on a lake, this was a clear state of emergency.

And the others were in who knows where fighting against other villains, places where Bakugou would have been if he hadn’t been so adamant in staying by her. He didn’t really trust anyone else when it came to protecting his allies other than himself– and oh, Uraraka was his weakness, so soft and fragile, roundy and beaming, he was trying to treasure her so he’d smash the shit out of her as soon as they could spar again.

But he knew– both knew, deep inside, that no sparring sessions under a downpour, under a thunderstorm or in the midst of a hurricane would have prepared them for a weaking bond of a teammate. Uraraka spun back to catch his eyes, seeing him struggling to breath.

She made her way to him and charged part of his weight onto her side, scurrying away from the hazard zone. Her face was constricted into a painful wince as she marched out of the broken debris. Bakugou tried to tell her off, bark at her to stop inmediately, but he knew better. Knew her better than anybody else.

He could faintly hear the voices of Kaminari and Kirishima– her knees buckled and she almost, almost bit the dust. Shaking, Uraraka stood up. 

“This is no walk down a forest.” chuckled she, trying to encourage him to stand and fucking survive this mess, because as soon as they made it out… god, he would limp his way into his nearest dumpster and sleep for decades. “But I can put up a decent fight too, Bakugou. I am not a bystander anymore.”

Not in any of his wildest dreams would he have heard her articulate such magnificent words in such a strong voice, her body breaking down but her heart still beating hard, fluttering upon his proximity.

So Bakugou told himself to stop being a little bitch and straightened his back. If this bitch was gonna stand up and fight, he would not only do that, but also make it better. “Don’t try to play damn hero with me, Uraraka. No need to catch my attention with so much blabbering.”

He felt her shake again, but those sweet giggles only made him feel a bit lighter. “I am no attention whore, thank you very much.”

“You are still carrying me over there. I don’t need heroisms to notice you.”

Kirishima’s screams for help made his sight a bit more sharp, but his senses were numbing little by little. She seemed to be faltering too, but it could probably be because hell, he was tired– but she had been holding debris, cars and even a fucking house in mid air– no way she was as fine as she pretended to be.

“Stop overdoing it, Uraraka.” grunted he, but couldn’t find backbone to hold her. “You’re gonna fucking die if you crawl so hard back there.”

“I am a hero, Bakugou.” spat she as they stumbled into a clear area full of dust but void of enemies. “And this is no sparring match.”

He could still remember crystal-clear how she had once tried to land an attack on his unguarded body, only to have her crashing down against his chest, deaf and sight dotty and in an endless fuzz. All he had thought about her was how she was trying to prove herself to him, to call his attention so he would realize how strong she was.

Unbeknownst to her, she didn’t need screams and attention for him to aknowledge her, because he had actually came to terms with her power long time ago. Every time she crashed, every time she buckled and every time she got back up, all she did was build foundations for his harboring admiration– and oh, didn’t he feel proud of her, swaying towards their salvation while he was limping through.

There was a white noise somewhere around them that only Bakugou heard, and peebbles fell down by Uraraka, who was too busy focusing on her other companions to even notice how a huge piece of wall was falling straight down towards them.

He couldn’t keep acting so aloof when a proud companion was doing all she could to survive. His auto piloting wouldn’t do now. Not when she had all his attention but, in a snap decision, he wouldn’t have hers.

Bakugou abruptly untangled himself from her hold and grabbed her arm, only to raise his palms, nitroglycerin sliding around his palms– and then, the biggest explosion he could muster rippled, escalated, snaked through the air until it impacted with the debris and blew it up, the wave sending both injuried comrades to their knees.

His arm was folded around her waist, but he couldn’t hang on any longer. Bakugou ended up sitting, and he registered her sitting down by him too– and he swooned for a second before his head fell in her arms, grunting and his eyes struggling to see dust clearing and sun peeking through the cloudy sky.

Bakugou felt her caressing his hair tenderly, her breaths labored while allowing herself a little break form her heroism.

“You know,” her deft fingers cleared some blood from his angular jaw. “you didn’t need to be so dramatic and call my attention this way, Bakugou.”

He only hugged her tighter, as she was only his, his, and his vision faded away before hearing her last words.

“After all, you will always have me.”

Sometimes, Bakugou couldn’t think. But this once, only feeling her body against his– it was ok to be a bit weak.

anonymous asked:

How can you tell how bad your ADHD is? How can you tell if a problem you have is a side-effect of ADHD or it's just you trying to make an excuse for yourself? I was diagnosed only a few years ago, and I'm having a hard time drawing a line between what could be effects or just unconscious excuses. Any advice?

I don’t really know how to tell how bad my ADHD is. I just know that my diagnosis was “severe” and I had thought it was “mild” so I figure I have no idea.

Sometimes I find it difficult to tell whether I’m having trouble doing stuff because of ADHD or if it’s because I’m just not feeling it today. I finally decided it doesn’t matter, since the response is the same either way. I either take it easy or I force myself to do the things. Sometimes I do a mix of the two.

The thing is, sometimes I’m just wanting a day off but sometimes I need a day off because I was really busy the day before, or I’m exhausted, or whatever. And really, if I’m honest with myself, I tend to not want a day off unless I actually need it.

So I guess for me it’s more about patterns than how I feel in a given moment, if that makes sense.

Followers, what about you?

-J

gracemclean replied to your postSomeone’s harassing Aaron on Twitter?

she also harasses anyone who *thinks* they may have seen him and asks where he was going / what he was doing / who he was with and its really creepy and gross

Dude for real she just searches his name and whoever says something like “I met Aaron today” or “I ran into Aaron at this place” she’s always like “omg where, what time, was he with anyone” and she doesn’t even live in nyc so I don’t know why she cares so much? She also randomly loves to tell people how many times she’s seen him in concert when they don’t even ask it’s so weird. One time she literally told someone randomly that one time when she met him she hugged him and she said he had a “hard body” and it’s so god damn creepy.

thirty.

Chapter 10. Part 7. 

Sunday morning, Strangetown

The world was quiet. The good kind of quiet. Cassandra couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten a good night’s sleep, without being woken up by a crying baby. But it was more than the quiet. She felt at peace here, slowly stroking Ajay’s face, feeling as if all the worry in her life was gone. Sex could work wonders. The really good guy, occasionally looking up to her with that smile she liked so much, but sleepy from their morning tryst, worked even better.

“I have to be back in time for lunch.” she said with a deep sigh.

“That’s not for hours.”

“Do you have time to come with today? We’d get to spend some more time together. We could take Asher for a walk. The weather is nice.”

“Sounds good.”

She looked around and noticed for the first time a new photoframe by his bed.

“Is that you and me?”

“Yeah. It helps me miss you just a little bit less to see you there when I wake up.”

when you want to work on your wip but you don’t have the time/motivation so it just says open in a tab in your browser…. watching you…. haunting you… judging you as you scroll through your dash and watch your youtube videos….

Being a Spoonie

When I’m suppose to adult today… Go grocery shopping and book an appointment and get ready for the weekend as I have a lot to do. I also been up since 530am so that’s cool. Until my vertigo hit and I’m lying in my bed.
I guess today is a low spoon day.
Hello vertigo how nice of you to come visit me at the most inconvenient times, as always.

Update on the art raffle!

I got some not good news today about my dad, so while I still plan on doing the art raffle and the deadline for entering will not change, the art itself might take a little time to be done. I’m going to be focusing on being there for him while he’s in the hospital and getting treatment and all that. I apologize for this, but I hope you guys understand.;;

So I know it’s a stupid, tiny, insignificant thing to be proud of but I just prepped a jar-mix pasta bake and put it in the oven. And it has been an embarrassingly long time since I could even do that much without a huge panic attack.

I stood in the kitchen, making food, for 5-10 minutes, and then I bent down and (stupidly carefully) put it in the oven. Kitchens, and cooking especially, have been a serious problem for me for years, since my stalker used to take it as the best opportunity to crowd in on me while I couldn’t escape. But I’m tired of him winning, and yeah I already felt wobbly today so maybe my timing is shit but hell, I did it. And I don’t care how stupid it is, I’m proud of myself.

(Thanks @generalanttiope for having my back)