but i do want to say one thing

I’m feeling a lot right now… so so much for Louis and the way things have been for him. I know we always say to read between the lines with print interviews etc but from what I took away from his interview in the observer was heartbreaking in a way. he talks about the reasons why he’s going solo now. Talks about doing it because of momentum and to keep the ball rolling, he wants to work hard, doing it for the fans and of course for his mum.

But the vulnerability of his tone and the way he’s been portrayed. The whole underdog thing really breaks my heart.. because we’ve all know he’s felt like this from the start. But its been used against him.. its been used as a tool to make him cooperate and oblige so he can feel like he’s doing something for the band. So he can contribute his part. Can you even imagine the mental battles he would’ve been having this entire time… he wants to fight for what he knows is right and for what he loves and for his band because we know that’s the kind of person he is, but he also believes he has to do things he doesnt want to do because it’s his duty. Because he owes it to the band.. because he believed he couldn’t bring anything else to the table.

I’m so proud of where he is right now. I know a lot of people judge him for things that are currently happening, but that interview really showed his vulnerable side and of course that was the plan. To have the GP back the underdog. But I also hope a lot of fans can read that and go “wow… okay. Well… this is why he’s agreed to do x y and z”.

Even if that was also part of the plan… to get fans on his side again, I don’t fucking care. He deserved it. He deserves all the love and support and like he said, for people to start to understand the real him and not who his favourite superhero is. I’m a proud Louis fan right now. And I’ll be here supporting him till the end.


Keith is obsessed with Human are space Orcs posts. Lance manages to find some and as a joke shows them to Allura who is just like:
“Are these true?”
And Lance just shrugs “technically.”
So Allura makes sure these posts are spread throughout space as propaganda.
These don’t really do anything until the Paladins are fighting some Galra and half way through someone’s helmet is knocked off and one Galra just stares before yelling:
“Wait their humans!”
Promptly followed by another Galra saying:
“Fuck this shit I want to live.”
Soon the whole squad just sort of runs off rather then face the humans thinking off all the terrifying things they had heard of the species.


DCAF 2017: Aisling 2015 - 2017

I wasn’t sure about the BG so I put in the plain version as well

I wanted to redraw my 2015 mermaid series, because I really wasn’t happy with having traditional prints at my booth. They were sloppy, and despite being fun to make, they really don’t reflect my style at all. I’m so happy to have finished one, and that it was Aisling - my sweet, calm girl. 

She calms me down. 

Today a customer wanted to buy one thing and the total was $5 & something cents. He wanted to pay with exact change but he was $0.19 short and asked me to just take it anyway!

I told him I couldn’t do it and I needed the full amount paid and he started getting really angry saying stuff like" just cut me some slack!“ And “its only 19 cents”.

But the WHOLE time he had a $20 bill bit he didnt want to break it! He actually wanted me to spare him the $0.19 when you could have just paid with the $20 bill the whole time.

He finally gave up and just paid with the 20 and what I asked him if he liked it in a bag he was all like “yeah I want it I’m a bag!” And stormed out.

all i’m gonna say is it’s funny how back in the day of 1d EVERYONE HERE was ready to rip throats of their label/management for how much the boys were overworked, basically our goddamn catchphrase was “give them a break”, but now it’s suddenly “harry forced them to break up and go solo because what else could they do when he was the only one who wanted a hiatus”. that’s all. it’s just. imo. funny.

I feel very proud to be queer. And I look for stories about being gay — and I don’t mean a story, I mean the unique and diverse stories that are out there. And one of the things that a lot of people say when they talk about people being gay, they say: ‘that’s great, why do we have to talk about it? Why does it have to be a big deal?’ And nobody ever says that to straight people. Nobody would ever say that to, like, a Jewish person or whatever. I want to talk about being gay because I don’t want my story to be a straight one and I don’t want to not contribute to the narrative and the history that we should be very proud to be included in.
—  Sara Quin ( x )

anonymous asked:

Do you believe that it was really just harry that wanted the hiatus? Like maybe he just actually did want to be solo like everyone has said. It's one thing for the fandom to blame harry but everyone else in the band has said that they weren't sure about the hiatus, except for harry. I'm not saying I don't think he loves/loved 1d, I think he loves them very much, but maybe he just knew his potential on his own and was done? This is all going to come out so wrong, I'm sure.

I think Harry knew how much they needed that hiatus. I think yes, Harry probably was more secure than the others already, but he couldn’t have forced them. I think that after talking, they all realized how good a break would be, maybe they haven’t considered before out of fear or simply didn’t crossed their mind. But it was clear how much all of them needed the hiatus, how good it’s being for them. I don’t think Harry thought he was better than the others, but I think he thought he could’ve a chance doing his own stuff, not only music, but Dunkirk for example. I don’t think that’s something he’d have been able to work while on 1D schedule. Also, the fact that Harry first suggested the hiatus was like opening to the idea, he didn’t say “folks I’m going solo so yeah we’re going on hiatus”. He gave the idea, they talked about it, discussed, as a band, as friends, as a family and decided that yes, maybe a hiatus would be a good idea after all. I think that for Louis and Niall in particular was harder because they were always put in the shadows while on 1D, that’s a fact, they were the ones with less solos for years, so I think they were just scared at first that they wouldn’t be able to do what the other’s would (but look at them now!!). And yk, I think that’s why the hiatus is so good, is giving this boys the confidence they need, the freedom, the space to work with themselves and only their ideas for once. Being in a band for so many years non stop can’t be something good. I think that even if Harry hadn’t first pushed, eventually one or the other would because they /needed/ that

Sunday morning

I’m sitting here listening to the distant thunder, sipping my coffee and watching a movie. Only way it could get better would be if a certain lady was snuggled up to me.

I’m rested and ready for the day.

My weather app says the pollen is extremely low. My nose and sinuses say bullshit.

One of the most rewarding things in life is to know you make a difference. Both of my jobs reminded me of this in the last couple of days.

I have so many things I want to do at the house, but don’t have the time to do, because of my jobs, but if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be able to afford to do any of them.

Lady my cocker has her head on my foot and is snoring. She’s a sweet dog, only obnoxious half the time.

Well I’m going to finish my movie, then get the day going.

anonymous asked:

How do you usually deal with stupid questions when you're doing tarot readings, things like "will I live abroad forever??1?!" and "am i gooooood in bed lol" or "when will I become rich and famous"? I just had to respond to a pretty bad one, and hooboy. The temptation to salt and burn was intense. I didn't, but just barely.

Generally, the majority of people who come to me are people who have never had it done before and are just there for the experience. Or they don’t have a specific question in mind and they just want a general reading. 

I like to say things along the terms of ‘there is no such thing as a stupid question’ because everyone has their reasons for asking. Fame, travel, and lust are all classic themes for divination and even if ‘am I good in bed’ is the fallback question for trolls- he wouldn’t be asking if he weren’t insecure about his ability now would he? 

So I try not to judge people by the questions they ask because for a lot of people this is the first time they’ve ever encountered the skill. 

But sometimes I get some readings that I just… oh geez. 

One specific instance, two women came to me. A mother and daughter pair, the daughter being in her late twenties if I had to guess. The daughter asked if she was going to have a baby.

“Are you sure you want a five-card reading for a yes or no question?”

“Tell me if I’m gonna have a baby.”

O. Kay. Then. 

Those that have had readings done by me know that my cards don’t pull punches. You asked, you’re gonna get an answer whether you like it or not. 

This question could be answered with a single card. If it’s upright? yes. If reversed? No. Simple. So doing this with a lot more cards than one means stringing together a narrative that will likely make the querent uncomfortable. 

“It looks like there are factors that need to come into play before you can start talking about children. I’m seeing a long-standing problem with unemployment and personal insecurity, which are both getting in the way of you having a child.”

“So am I having a baby or not?”

“Given your current situation, I’d say no. Your chances of having a baby are better once you’ve taken care of your own basic needs.”

“Yes or no?”

Sigh. “No.”

Well, she’s mad. A waste of ten dollars. 

It’s her mother’s turn. Another five cards. 

“Tell me if she’s going to give me grandchildren.”

A collective grumble from the entire stack of cards. The Knight of Swords began screaming obscenities, the Queen of Wands told me to put a curse on her and the King of Coins suggested that we kindly tell her ‘yes’ so the two of them will leave. 

I ended up taking the King’s advice. “Yeah. Sure.”

hello internets!

at some point in the past couple days (?) i reached my next hundred followers which is pretty funny to me since i mostly come on here and cry about puppies and bob morley’s everything so i guess it’s pretty cool that seems to be relatable

i want to say thanks somehow but i still have a decent amount of fic left to write for the last Thing i tried to do so i can’t offer a whole lot. BUT here is what i am offering…

  • There will be three winners
  • Two (2) alt pov drabbles of existing fic
  • One (1) trope-combo oneshot (you tell me a couple of tropes you like and i try to combine them in one story. fake dating and bed sharing obviously goes hand in hand and we all love it but if you ever wanted to read a canonverse coffeeshop au or a hogwarts alien abduction au or anything else ridiculous, this is your moment)


  • mbf me
  • reblog this post on or before july 1
  • that’s it, that’s all the steps. i’ll contact the winners to find out what y’all want!

and thanks for putting up with my nonsense! you guys are the real mvps

anonymous asked:

Say do you have any random headcanons for Kiri? My day has been shitty and I need some happy Kiri things.

of course!!

  • kiri has siblings. many. at least three younger ones i bet.
  • he has two younger sisters and a younger brother. they all fucking adore him because he’s the manliest
  • kiri helps style his lil siblings’ hairs and help them try out whatever crazy stuff they want because look at those spikes those are the results of some hard work and twenty tubes of gel
  • he sometimes bench presses his siblings as a work out
  • please stop kiri that’s a hazard
  • highkey believe that kiri has animal food on him at all times. he sees a stray dog? bam piece of meat out of nowhere. sees a stray cat? bAM CAT FOOD. PIGEON ?? BAM,, SEEDS. TURTLE?? NO FEARS HE HAS LETTUCE.
  • kirishima has two hug settings, the “i’m going to squeeze you with all my might so you’ll know how much i care about you” and the soft and gentle one where he loops around the lower back and puts his head on your shoulder.
  • he once dyed his hair yellow in an attempt to be manlier..
  • it didn’t work

i hope your day gets better anon??? i hope this kiri helps you feel better

Say You Won't Let Go

pairing: alexander hamilton x reader modern au
words: 2700
warnings: angst, drinking, death, and puking yeah boii (and I am obviously an underage minor so I have no clue what drinking and all this adult stuff is like lol)
summary: song imagine based off of “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. this is literally the worst thing I’ve ever written so please brace yourselves. might have a james madison one next!!

I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough


His life had been chaotic. Anyone could attest to that.

​​​​​He had pushed his childhood away from him, as far as he could. Reliving those hellish years was the last thing he wanted to do. But lately, they had begun to resurface, and the dreams, the nightmares that shook him and forced him awake, sweat pouring off him, began to drain him. His work was growing busier and the load forced upon him became too much to bear. There was no time for anything else; his days consisted of writing and eating quickly, with an hour or two of sleep shoved haphazardly into his crammed schedule if at all possible. Even a man of his constitution and pure stubborn will couldn’t keep up with such a timetable. He began to feel dark tendrils of hopelessness, of depression, curl around him, their hold ever tightening.

That was, until he met her.

He hadn’t wanted to go to the party, but Hercules and Laf had insisted.

“Alex,” Hercules pleaded. “Only for a few hours. I promise it won’t be much. You don’t even have to drink. Besides, you need a break and I’m going to push you out of this door and into that bar if it’s the last thing I do.”
“You might even meet someone special,” Laf added.

“That doesn’t interest me,” Alex told him, although something inside him, a small voice in both his head and heart exclaimed that it did. His weary soul was desperate for some type of companionship, someone who would care for him and make sure he was fine.

Needless to say, Lafayette must have predicted the future. He walked into the bar and promptly sat on a stool, shaking his head at the bartender when asked if he wanted anything. He prepared himself for five hours of extreme boredom, until the voice came along and wiped everything away.

“Is this seat taken?” you had asked, your light perfume wafting across him. He looked up and promptly forgot how to speak.

Beautiful eyes, soft-looking mouth, hair slightly disheveled. Every small imperfection blended into a perfect vision.

“Uh—um, no, no one’s sitting here,” he stuttered out, feeling his face grow warm.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you said, shaking his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Alexander Hamilton,” he managed. “Can I—can I buy you a drink?”

The rest was history. He stammered out a request for your number and texted you ten minutes after you had left the bar. That led to a couple dates and he finally asked you out three months after that fateful night.

You made him feel like he owned the world, like he was worth it. You gave him an incentive to work through the fog in his brain, to endure the long hours of stress, and your smile swept him away every time.


We danced the night away, we drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up


“Alex, please? It’s my birthday!” You pleaded with him until he finally gave in. It was your birthday, and you wanted to go to the same bar you had met him at. He was wary (he didn’t like to drink and his tolerance levels were astronomically low) and secretly didn’t like you being in such an atmosphere (he felt like the first man you saw would sweep you away from him), but he finally relented. You bounced excitedly on your feet and kissed his cheek.

“You’re the best!” He blushed and touched his cheek softly. Your heart melted at the small action.

“You’re so cliché. I love you,” you added.

No matter how many times he heard you say those words, a spark went through him that felt brand new each time.

“I love you too.”

When you arrived at the bar, you went straight for the seats that you had occupied when the two of you first met. Thankfully, they were empty and you plopped yourself down. “One shot of (drink), please,” you told the bartender energetically.

“And for your man?” he responded.

“I’ll take a wine,” Alex said, thinking of the least potent thing he could.

You had downed three shots when Alex put a hand on your arm. “Babe, you better stop. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” You smiled at him, already feeling a buzzing from the alcohol in your system.

“Oh, stop. I’m responsible; I’ll be fine,” you replied. “Come dance with me.” Alex looked hesitant, but put down his barely-touched drink. You led him to a mostly uncrowded spot on the dance floor, and the two of you began to dance.

You looked up at him and he gazed back with a small smile as the bright lights streaked across his face. His eyes were full of love and you beamed even brighter. “Thanks for taking me,” you told him happily.
“Anything for you,” he replied.

The lights and loud sounds were beginning to get to you, and you could feel a queasy sensation starting to build up within your stomach, but it wasn’t bad. You pushed it aside and continued to smile, although it was more forced. Suddenly, your gut twisted unexpectedly and you ran for the bathroom. You heard Alex calling your name but couldn’t stop. You could feel the alcohol coming back up and you bolted for the nearest toilet. Thankfully, no one else was in the room.

You retched into the porcelain bowl as your stomach turned itself inside out. It subsided for a bit and you clutched the sides of the toilet, your hands shaking. The door opened and you turned to see Alex.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong—oh,” he said, as he took in the scene.

“Alex, I don’t want you to see me like this,” you told him, but then had to stop as you doubled over again. He ran to your side and held your hair back as you emptied your stomach again, rubbing your back softly and murmuring comforting words to you. You finally finished and stood shakily up.

“I need to wash my face,” you said, and proceeded to do so as he flushed the toilet.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked him when you had finished.  

“Yeah, just a little light-headed. You’re the one I’m worried about, though. Do you want to go?” he asked you.

You nodded. “I’ll be fine, but I think we should go. I don’t wanna risk anything else.”


Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute I was stone-cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest


You smiled at him, pouring all your love and gratefulness into that one gesture, and Alex felt a shock wave crash over him. Any trace of fuzziness and alcoholic affects was purged from his body and his thoughts ran on a crystalline track, sharper than ever before. He held out his arms to you as this happened, and you collapsed into them. He pulled you tighter, catching a whiff of that same perfume over the much more prominent smell of bile.

You looked up at him—and oh, the things those eyes did to him—and said, “You should stay over tonight.”

“As long as you get some rest,” he told you. “I want you feeling your best.”
“That rhymes,” you said impishly, and he rolled his eyes.

“Glad to see your sense of humor hasn’t suffered any.”

“Shut up,” you giggled playfully, cuffing him on the arm. “Let’s go home.”


I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know
‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


You fell asleep in his arms, feeling the safest you ever had in your entire life. His body seemed to form a barrier between you and the rest of the world and he was warm and real and this was love.

He noticed you had fallen asleep, and he brushed a piece of hair away from your face as he traced a heart on your shoulder. As he stared lovingly at your sleeping face, his mind began to work overtime—you always had that effect on him. Sure, he knew he loved you, but something within him shifted in that moment, something that shifted him up another notch. I want to spend my life with her, he realized.

She’s the one and nobody else.


I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed
I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
And I’ll take the kids to school
Wave them goodbye
And I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night


You blinked as your eyes opened to seemingly blinding sunlight flooding into the windows of yours and Alex’s bedroom. A shape materialized in front of you—Alex (unshaved) with a tray in his hand.

“I brought you some breakfast, darling,” he said. “You deserve it.”

“Alex—” you started.

“And I took the day off. We have the entire day to ourselves.”

“Alexander Hamilton, you shouldn’t have!”

“That’s the name. And don’t you 'Alexander’ me,” he grinned. “I’m taking Philip to school.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you told him.

“No, I’m the lucky one,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Just relax. I’ll bring Philip in after I make sure he’s ready.” He left the room, closing the door softly. You were left alone with your breakfast, and you smiled out the window as you put on your ring. The peace didn’t last long, however, and your oldest son burst into the room with all the whirlwind joy of a nine-year-old boy.

“Morning, Mama!”

“Hi there, Philip,” you said, smoothing back one of his curls sticking straight up on his forehead. “Ready for school?”

​​​​​​"Yeah,“ he said. "I have a history quiz today, but I think I’m ready.”

“Knock 'em out, Philip. I know you’ll blow everyone away,” you said.

“Thanks, Mama,” he said. “Love you.” He kissed you sweetly on the cheek and you held him tight.

“I love you too, my son.” He exited in the same uproarious manner he had arrived and you heard the car backing out of the driveway.

What a family.


When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I’m older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you’ll get better
You make me feel this way somehow


Alex turned on the radio, a love station. A song came on, one of the ones that had played on the night you first met.
“(Y/N) Hamilton, your husband of ten years admits that he is not as young and handsome as he used to be, but he requests the singular honor of this dance.”

“How can I not accept,” you responded, and he took you in his arms.

The two of you twirled around the living room, and your cheeks grew rosy and your eyes sparkled with laughter.

“I see you’re still as dashing as always,” you told him, a slight pant edging your voice. He looked down at you lovingly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly, and a wave of happiness washed over you. Your swaying slowed as your lips met and he traced the same heart on your shoulder as he always did.

Every kiss was as pure, as beautiful as the first.


I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown
And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go
I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most


You flipped over in bed, surprised when your arms met only air. Not again, you thought. You got out of bed and made your way to Alex’s study, your nightgown trailing behind you. The door was closed and a crack of light shine through the bottom. You opened it softly to see your husband scratching away in a notebook like you knew he would. Even now, at age fifty, his store of words flowed unchecked.

“Alexander, come back to sleep,” you implored him. “You write like you’re running out of time.”

He turned and smiled at you, his hair glinting with threads of gray in the light.

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone,” he replied. You knit your brows together. “Hey. You’re the best of wives and best of women.”

You kissed him on the bridge of his nose, just above the wire of his glasses.  

“Don’t be too long.”


I’m gonna love you till
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part like in our vows
So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows
'Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go


You knew something was wrong with Alex when he began complaining of chest pain. The doctor had thought nothing of it at first, diagnosing it as just high blood pressure. However, your instincts told you otherwise and, after his pain began getting significantly worse, you had him taken in for scans that revealed a tumor on his heart. He had two months to live, if that.

“How could you miss this?” you sobbed to the doctor.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hamilton. I really am.”

“Please. Just leave.”

A month later he was rushed to the emergency room. You rode in the ambulance, your heart feeling as if it was being ripped apart as you held your husband’s hand. The doctors tried an operation, but shook their heads when you asked them frantically if your husband was still alive. Finally, you were called out of the waiting room and into Alex’s room.
“He’s got a few minutes, tops. We’ll leave you two alone,” said the lead heart specialist, and the medical personnel all filed quietly out of the room. They had seen it a thousand times before.

You sat on the edge of the bed. “Alex?” you whispered, trying not to cry as you took his hand.

He opened his eyes and gave a weak smile. “(Y/N). My love.”

“Are you all right?” you asked him, the tears flowing freely now despite your efforts.

“A lot of pain. I know what’s going to happen. (Y/N), I love you more than anything in this life.” His other hand moved and you saw he was holding out a piece of paper. “This is what I’ve been working on. For you. Somehow, I could sense my time was running out.”

You looked at it briefly, unable to see through your tears. A song. “Oh, Alex,” you cried, your voice choked.

Suddenly, his eyes clenched tightly in pain and his breathing began to slow and become ragged. You held on tighter, as if that could stop the pain, stop the whole nightmare.  

He opened his eyes. One last time.


"I’m here.” The words were barely distinguishable.

“You're—you’re my everything. I love you.”

A machine beeped, but you didn’t need to see the now-flat line that measured his heartbeat to know that your love was gone.
You wept, alone with his legacy in your hand.


Just say you won’t let go
Oh, just say you won’t let go

things i hear the types (my friends) say most:
  • infj: *doesn't talk much, but whenever she does it's on point*
  • infp: i want to go home
  • intj: that's incorrect
  • intp: i read this book once and...
  • isfj: *tells stories/inside jokes from years ago that no one else remembers in such detail (except esfj)*
  • isfp: how do i look?
  • istj: i'd rather not
  • istp: *usually quiet, but when they talk they're funny*
  • enfj: are you okay?
  • enfp: imagine if...*insert something very random*
  • entj: *always talks about herself and how organised and busy she is*
  • entp: fun fact...*insert random fact*
  • esfj: have you heard about *insert person's name*?
  • esfp: *planning the next party*
  • estj: how is that possible?
  • estp: *talks about all the funny shit he did the previous day*

anonymous asked:

How come you don't believe in a personal God? What do you think of people who do?

I hate answering this question because I do not want anything I say to undermine anybody else’s faith. Faith is a good thing and so long as it does not condemn others gives comfort and peace. I respect people of all faiths.

The idea of a personal God, steeped so deeply in Western society, is actually a minority view of God. The Christian idea of the Trinity or even “God the Father” is alien to most other cultures. In Islam God is seen as unbounded, infinite and beyond thought. In Buddhism God, can be viewed as the One the paramatman. In Hinduism with all of their many Gods, there is Brahman which is not a God but, again, the undivided “One”.

Why do I not believe in a personal God? Because I cannot believe that a being which was all knowing and all powerful could be anything like a man. Moreover, there is no evidence that there is a benevolent force in the universe which intercedes for us. Innocent babies get cancer and die in agony, wars kill millions of children and nothing stands in the way.

This is not to say that there is no benevolence in the world. There is empathy and compassion even among animals. Loving-kindness and compassion are the only forces which can ease the pain of an indifferent universe.

This is why.

๑ Samsaran ๑

“youre so young why do you want a relationship”

i dont know karen maybe its because media constantly says that relationships are a necessary thing and should be the end goal for everyone so i feel worthless without one and i cant love myself so i want someone else to

anonymous asked:

H-hey, so, how do you figure out what you want to do with your life? Since I was little I wanted to die and now I don't want to die and now I have no clue what to do with my life.

nah dying is something that we all will experience one day

so before that its better to try all the things you can before that time comes

if you dont like living just think of it as a video game with a high score

doing things you love to do will earn you more points while trying at things you arent good at will give you extra points

its okay to take your time yo ovo life is p long if i say so myself so you can think about what you wanna do with it 

i wanted to animate since i was a child because animation made me feel like myself

i felt like thats who i was supposed to be and i just followed my path uvu so im sure you will find something that you’re interested in 

so dont give up,my dude

okay? ovo cat believes in you d(ewe 

Mail June 24th

Blue × yellow

For today, yuunaa
is wearing matching clothes ~(*°Д°*)

I always want to wear same clothes with her
and finally it come to realization yeaaaah

thank you for loving me

Today’s HS event
is the very first one since sousenkyo

lot of people said
congratulations, let do our best again last year
to me
it really made me more positive
(;q;)very happy

lot of people also say
“I’m sorry” “for not being able make you reach your goal"…

for me
to get 9th
is really happy thing
but still I have to be more positive
and aim for the top next year !!(*´A`*)

with this activity,
goals and knowing what should I do
is important

I hope that
I can keep running with my fans
together to the top

although if you didn’t go to my HS
altjough if I didn’t reply on you at SNS
but in my heart I always think of
every single of you

to all my fans, thank you very much (*´A`*)

Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo

written on the ribbon of the dress …

If I can travel through time and space,
I want to go to future
and making sure that yuuchan live a happy life

I hope that yuuchan
will be filled with happiness and smiles in future…

nixiegenesis  asked:

Migraines are the worst! I suffer from them too and hey just suck the life from you. Would you choose Maedhros pre or post Thangorodrim? Feel better!

Oh, this is an interesting one! My first instinct was to say pre- Thangorodrim simply because Maedhros who hasn’t suffered is a good thing.


Part of the reason I love Maedhros like I do is because he suffered so much and yet didn’t let it break his spirit. Instead he learned “to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been” and fights back fiercely against Morgoth’s forces, eventually forming the Union of Maedhros. That all his efforts failed in the end is heartbreaking to me!